Erotic Massage London – My Massage Fantasy Part 2

Continued from Part 1

My wife is lying on her stomach with her face turned toward me and I can see the pleasure in her eyes as the masseuse rubs every inch of her thighs with soft, slippery hands. My wife twitches occasionally, responding to every sensitive touch like she’s never felt it before. As her hands massage the inner thighs, I hear my wife let out a sigh of pleasure. I’m glad she’s enjoying herself and suddenly feel my enjoyment swelling, as well. I’m so turned on at the sight of this and the thought that it’s pleasing my wife as well is almost too much to take.

The masseuse works her hands up over my wife’s buttocks, which definitely gets her attention. She moans a few times, and I watch her eyes roll closed as the soft hands roll over her every curve. The tantric pleasures are certainly hitting the right places and I’ve never seen my wife so happy. I’m watching as the masseuse begins to lean forward, lowering herself close enough to slide her entire body along my wife’s as she uses her hands to keep the massage going. At this touch, my wife utters a “hmmmm”, which lets me know she is definitely enjoying this as much as I am, if not more. The massage continues, with the two sexy, naked bodies rubbing against each other. She’s rubbing my wife’s neck and shoulders now, and has her breasts sliding across the small of her back to add to the pleasure.

Suddenly, she stands up, nudging my wife to turn over. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, now it’s time to do the front. I notice that I’ve been touching myself for some time now. How could I not? As she rolls over, the masseuse gets more oil ready. She places her hands on my wife’s shoulders again, with her breasts just inches from my wife’s face. This is too much to take. She continues rubbing down her body, slowly and methodically making sure to massage every inch of skin. Once she reaches the torso, she again uses her entire body to help with the rub down. My wife’s eyes have been closed for some time, which ensures me that she’s enjoying herself.

The masseuse massages down her stomach, to her pelvic region, and then to her thighs. As she finds all of the pleasurable spots on my wife’s body, I can’t help but writhe in anticipation of what’s coming next. Her hands glide across my wife’s body like butter, with the oil shining in the dim light, creating the perfect fantasy right in front of my eyes. Both women appear to be in a different world, and I’m just watching and waiting to see what happens. As she’s rubbing down the rest of my wife’s body, I can barely contain myself. By now, it’s been quite some time and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this. Before I realize it, she looks up, slides her hands off of my wife’s body, and tells me it’s my turn.