I then lowered the sheets till nearly her entire bottom was exposed. . But she insisted, and Sridhar seemed to be keen on it also, so I gave in. He readily followed my example with a shy grin, and soon was kneading her breasts with both his hands. This was almost too much for me, to watch my wife being fondled in the most intimate way by a strange guy, while she was completely exposed to the two of us. It turned out to be a guy as I had wished.
Sridhar then raised one of her hands and started working on her forearms. He kissed her very hard on the lips as his cock pressed up against her swollen pussy. I told him that I wanted him to massage my wife first. He came into the room with a pair of sweats on and a tank less top t shirt. Poor George, who is a bit on the hairy side himself, will have ended up with a mouthful of bristly, smelly pussy hair. Professional massages are not particularly sexual, but it was still very exciting for me to imagine another man touching her pretty intimately.
He had done an outstanding job as my wife was totally relaxed. She ended up swallowing all of his load as he held his cock inside her mouth for a good few minutes. Sridhar and I then came out and stood in the balcony to allow my wife to change. I just sat up in bed, still naked, as I was too spent to get out. He yanked his big cock out of her and rolled her over onto her back.
She lay their so relax with her eyes closed. Her body shook as her fingernails gripped into his back. He held onto her head tightly as he moved his big cock back and forth inside it. Sridhar got a towel and they both cleaned me up together. He moved down to her chest area as his hands ran dangerously close to each of her breasts. The few times that she got a massage before only one was from a male therapist , I wished that I could actually watch her getting the massage, but of course it was not possible.
He left a plain white sheet on top and asked my wife to change and get under the sheet. I wasn't sure where he was going to do the massage, because he didn't bring a massage table. I then motioned to Sridhar to continue, and he complied with a shy smile. My wife's breath quickened and she bit her lower lips and then gradually appeared to relax. I slipped off her panties that were still around her knees, and raised the sheet even further, till just below her buttocks. Our 20 th anniversary was right around the corner as I had been trying to figure out what kind of present to get her. I largely stopped doing anything at this point and simply watched him working on her lower back.
My wife seemed to relax after a while. He got out a sheet to get my signature for his payment, and my wife signed the sheet. Sridhar then proceeded to lower the sheet to the middle of her back, exposing her neck and shoulders. Her pussy was positioned perfectly for him to rammed his big thick hard cock back into. He worked her back over good as I watched on from the front of the bed. He arrived right on time as I opened up the door to let him in.
My wife acted like she didn't even notice, and kept her eyes tightly shut. He was a short Indian guy with a small build who appeared to be in his late-thirties. He said that the hotel did not officially allow him to massage women, as traditionally in India only women were allowed to massage other women. My wife laid on the bed exhausted for a good hour as the scent of sex had covered her body. It was a few minutes later when his big balls began to swell up.
On a few occasions his hand brushed across her harden nipples. When he was done with her legs, he pulled the sheet down and told her to turn over, while he held the sheet in place. Sridhar stopped and raised the sheet all the way to her shoulders and raised the lower end of the sheet above her knees so he could work on her legs. He undid the straps and now had total excess to her back. She had no idea that I had found this person in a personal add. My wife then called out, saying she is ready, and we went in.