This is not a fictional story but a real incident that happened to Neha a few months back, and is written from her perspective, but shared by me. (Names have been changed throughout for privacy reasons.)
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I am Neha. I am married to Shivam and have 2 lovely kids. I’m currently in my late 40s, have fair skin, and stand 5’6″ tall. I have a figure of 34-30-36 only because I like to go to the gym regularly just to keep myself fit and stay in shape.
Shivam, the love of my life, is lovely, caring, in his late 40s (just a few months older than me), and a successful businessman.
We met each other in an arranged marriage system by our relatives 10 years ago, and it was not like love at first sight. We took almost six to seven months before we both said yes to our families for the marriage, but today we have been happily married for 9 years. For the first few years of marriage, we used to go on trips very frequently and used to go on fun dates almost every weekend. But as time progressed, he had expanded his business in different cities, for which he has to travel a lot for work. And I couldn’t accompany him everywhere. So, he couldn’t give me much time anymore like he used to do earlier.
I usually have a lot of free time during the daytime as he stays out of town for nearly half of the month, and the kids go to school early in the morning and are back after late noon. So instead of staying home all alone and just utilizing the free time, I have joined a few kitty parties, go shopping a lot, and have a hectic schedule with the kids whenever they are home. I also like to go for massage sessions just to relax very frequently.
Last month, it was just a normal day for me. After sending the kids to school and finishing all the housework, I was feeling very tired, so I decided to go for a massage. Recently, I heard about a new massage parlor that opened near my house and had some good reviews. So, I thought, instead of traveling for 30 minutes to my usual go-to massage parlor, I would give this new parlor a try and see how it is. I quickly got ready and reached the destination, which was located in the center of the market.
The exterior was looking classy. And as soon as I stepped closer to the entrance, the aromatic fragrance was just too strong to invite anyone inside. Upon entering, I was greeted by a woman at the reception, “Welcome. First time here?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Just to confirm, have you booked an appointment?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t. Is everyone busy right now?” I asked.
“No, we have a few masseurs free at the moment,” saying this, she handed me a tablet to fill out the form. I just had to fill in some basic information like Name, mobile number, any injuries, and any specific part to focus on during the massage.
After filling out the form, I handed the tablet back.
“Great,” she said, and handed me a receipt. “Your masseur is Dev. Please have a seat; he will be here in a moment.”
She pointed toward a softly lit waiting area scented with jasmine. After waiting for a few minutes, a guy approached me, “Hi, I’m Dev. You’re Neha, right?” he said.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Nice to meet you. I will be at your service today, please come.”
He guided me inside the room through the small hallway, “Please make yourself comfortable and just call me whenever you are ready. I will be standing right here,” closing the door behind.
The room glowed in very dim lights, with a massage table at the center. On the side was a brass bowl, bottles of oil, and towels.
I slid my shoes off and stripped to my undergarments as they don’t provide any. I climbed up and lay with my face down, a towel across my lower back.
When he returned, he had warmed oil in his hands, placed it on the side table, applied a little on his hands, and dropped some of it on my back.
“Mmm,” I breathed as the oil was a little hotter than what I am used to. He started rubbing the oil slowly on my back to my shoulders.
“Relax,” he said in a low voice.
“Uh…yes.”
My arms felt free. He moved the towel a little to expose my shoulders, started to rub the shoulders hard, thumbs pressing deeper.
“Feel okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, throat thick. “You’re amazing.”
I felt him smile. “Good.”
He then shifted to my arms, massaging them one by one. The towel slipped further, and before I could notice, he slid it off completely without my permission. I froze for a moment and turned my face towards him.
“Sorry, I needed the space to work on. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, I’ll put it back.”
I was in confusion, towel or no towel, as it was my first time with a male masseur. My heart pounded fast, and before I could say anything, he just got more oil in his hands and continued to massage my back. The feeling of warmth felt so good that I just put my head back down and let him continue.
His hands started going low, toward the curve of my hips, and applied light pressure along the buttocks. He paused for a moment, then moved his hands upward along the side of my body, near my side breasts. I sensed his gaze.
“Can I ask you something?” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Your undergarments look costly, and they may get ruined with the oil. Would you be comfortable without them?” His voice was low.
I hesitated and was still processing what he just asked when he tapped on my back. I’d nearly forgotten he was there.
“No, it’s my first time with you, and I don’t feel very comfortable… but I can open the hook of the bra from behind, but can’t remove it,” I said.
“That will work,” he said while his fingers didn’t even take a second to open the hook from behind. He was experienced in it, I must say.
He then applied the warmed oil again on his hands and started massaging my upper body. And after some time, he slipped one hand to my hip. He traced a path from the top of my buttocks to the back of my thighs, continuing till my feet. He traced the path from my feet to my inner thigh while I felt some sensation running through my body. I could feel his fingers were now getting close to the fabric of my thongs. My hips twitched at that moment. He kept working on my buttocks and inner thighs for the next few minutes with each hand on either side before he asked me to turn over on my back.
I was now lying there on the massage table on my back with my bra hooks open, and it was just lying like a piece of cloth over my nipples, which was going to fly away in a small blow or a very small push only. He got the hot oil and poured a good amount of oil on my navel and applied some oil on his hands and started the massage with mild pressure on my navel and abdomen close to my breasts. His hands kept going towards the side of my breasts a lot in between.
Then he came on top near my face and shifted into massaging my shoulders. And with every push, he was trying to go as deep as he could, trying to touch my breasts from the top only with one intention of pushing my bra so it could slide off. But eventually, he failed even after many tries.
His mild pressure stretched my neck muscles right to the edge. I was worried about etiquette, but just moaned out: “Yes…yes”
“Let yourself go,” he whispered in my ear.
I felt my toes curl, and my fingernails held the sheet tightly.
Then, when he was about to shift to my legs, he just had a look at the wall clock and stepped aside, “Ah, the time’s up. We’re already over by 10 minutes, but we can extend this by another hour if you want, Miss Neha.”
I was only thinking about one thing, “Miss Neha? Usually, the masseuse/masseur used to call me Mam, and no one called me by my name.”
“I—No—thank you, some other time for sure,” I whispered.
He gathered a towel, handed it to me.
“Shower is in there, you can call me when you’re ready,” he said. He left the room and closed the door.
Soon after he left, I just swung my legs over the side, draped myself in the towel, and went for a shower. The hot water hit me hard, rinsing away the oil, and steam coming from every part of my body. I closed my eyes, imagining him standing there, but then I wrapped the towel tightly and left the shower. I dressed slowly in just my kurti and pyjamas as my bra and thong were soaked with oil and the fluids my body released after feeling his touch.
Dev, waiting outside, politely asked me when I got out. “How was that? Did you like it?”
I just wanted to throw myself into his arms, to say every filthy word my head could process at that moment, but instead, I managed a breathless smile, “Better than I ever imagined.”
He looked happy listening to me, “Look forward to seeing you again?”
“Absolutely,” I smiled.
While leaving, he handed me a small card, “My line, anytime.”
I put it into my purse as I walked out. While on my way home, I was only thinking about Dev, the way he touched, the way he massaged, and those thoughts got me even more horny. Soon, when I reached home, I went directly into my bedroom and locked the door. I quickly opened the almirah and got the vibrator.
Memories of Dev’s touch were not ready to get out of my mind. I quickly lay down on the bed and inserted it inside the pyjamas and pressed it on my already wet pussy. My breath hitched, I closed my eyes and started thinking about the massage once again, his voice, that strong hands on my skin.
“Mmm…” I let out a soft moan.
The vibrator hummed hard, my hips got lifted, and my back got stretched. My other hand held down the bedsheet tightly. Every stroke of the vibrator against my clitoris sent sparks throughout my body
“Please… Oh God…” I kept screaming even harder with every passing moment.
My toes curled, I cried for a moment soon as a tsunami of liquid came out, wetting out the whole bedsheet, and my body started shaking heavily after the orgasm. I lay there for the next few minutes waiting for my body to get back to stillness. I was sweating, and my heartbeat was racing hard.
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Stay tuned for the next part, where I will describe how Dev approached me, and I had the best night with my husband.