We were in Vancouver on vacation, I had picked up an underground newspaper in a coffee shop, there was an ad for a "sensual massage". I was teasing my wife a little, she had been complaining that since she didn't want to bring her vibrator through customs, she was having a difficult time having an orgasm, maybe a sensual massage would do the trick. But she gave me that "no way Jose" glare. That afternoon we had sexy times and she couldn't quite get there without her toy. She relented a little and told me to call the number and check it out.
I called the guy, he skirted around exactly what a 'sensual massage' was, likely afraid I might be a cop, but he was licensed, we agreed upon a price and he would come to our hotel room with his folding table. He suggested my wife take a shower, have a glass of wine, and he would be here shortly.
While my wife was in the shower he arrived, I mentioned to him the the key word was 'sensual' and I told him about the vibrator she didn't bring, I told him that if she had an orgasm his tip would be much better. My wife came out of the bathroom wearing a hotel robe, I had no idea if she was nude until the masseur went to wash his hands, she took off her robe and she was not only nude, she had obviously trimmed her bush very close. I told her how hot she looked, and I helped her up onto the table.
The masseur came out and he commented how much easier it was to give a good massage if there were no clothes in the way. My wife was one her stomach so he started giving her a regular massage, she gets them frequently, so she knew what to expect. I was watching a little, but also reading a book. After about 20 minutes I heard her gasp, I looked up, she was still on her stomach and he had his hand between her spread legs, obviously touching her slit. Then her hands were griping the sides of the table, his fingers were inside her, massaging her g-spot. She started rapid breathing, stuck her butt up, I could tell she was having a big O.
She settled down, then he turned her over, he asked her if she trimmed her pussy for him, she blushed and nodded. He was resuming a regular massage until he got to her nipples, he started rubbing an pinching them, he asked her if she liked a little pain, she nodded yes and he pinched them harder, her breathing told me she liked that. While he was pinching with one hand, his other hand spread her legs, he told her to bend her knees, she was completely exposed to him. She moved her hips up signaling she wanted some attention, he slapped her lightly on her pussy, telling her she was going to wait for her treat.
He was massaging her calves then thighs, getting closer again, them she begged him, 'please touch my pussy'. He smiled and glanced over her clit, she jumped, but he kept teasing her, touching and moving off. Then he finally gave her what she wanted, he put some warm oil on his hands, he pushed down on her pelvis with one hand and slid 2 fingers inside her pussy with the other. He told her to hold the sides of the table and not let go, as her pushed down and rubbed her g spot, I thought she was going to come off the table. She was cumming loudly, then asked him to stop, he didn't, she started to take her hand off the sides of the table, but he commanded her to keep holding on. The next orgasm made the first one look like a sneeze, I thought she was going to faint.
He finally stopped and she curling up in a fetal position, the masseur went to wash up. My wife said she was too weak to get up, I'd have to help her. She got in bed and covered up, still whimpering. I settled up with the masseur, he folded up his table, gave me his card and left. I joined my wife in bed.
A week later we got off a cruise ship and spent the night in Vancouver again. I asked my wife if she wanted another massage, she got round 2.
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