When We Lived in Manila
My Malaysian Chinese wife and I had a weekly couples massage from a Filipina masseuse. This was something that was commonly done in the expatriate community and it was all on the up and up (at least for the married couples).
I would get my massage first I would be nude, but my hips were covered with a towel. The masseuse would massage my butt through the towel. Usually my wife was in the room. I did mathematical calculations in my head when I was lying face up so that I wouldn't get an erection and embarrass myself. After my massage was over, I would go and take a shower to wash off the baby oil while my wife got her massage.
My wife also covered herself with a towel, but the masseuse would move it around as she worked on my wife's lower back, thighs and butt. She would just expose the area that was being massaged. The towel covered her hips while her front was being massaged, but not her breasts. The masseuse carefully avoided touching my wife's nipples, but did do long strokes between her breasts and along their sides and the tops and bottom edges of her breasts.
When she was massaging my wife's upper thighs and lower abdomen, she would move the towel aside, but never expose her genitals.
It was a real turn-on for me to see my wife exposed and handled by another woman. After the masseuse left, we would always have sex and my wife would tease me about how hard I was and the volume of semen that I ejaculated.
I never had the urge to see my wife with a male masseur, and she probably would have been too modest to let one see and touch her.
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