Erotic massage for my birthday
My husband definitely shocked me on my 55th birthday with a surprise. We decided to celebrate at a luxury hotel in Bucharest for a short weekend. I think she couldn’t believe I was turning 55 and wanted to spice things up a bit and make me feel good in my own skin, although at my age I think I still look good. I am of average height and weight, but have more than ample cleavage.
Well, I didn’t have to wait long for my surprise when we got back from dinner the first night. I dressed to get his attention, but I wasn’t dressed like a whore. I was wearing a long black dress with a leopard print bra and thong, and I was moving sexy in my high heels.
I was thinking we were going to strip and have sex tonight. As we headed to the room, my sweetie told me that he had arranged an in-room massage for me tonight. Well, this is different and I was a little worried. We watch some porn, but we’ve never cheated on each other. In fact, we didn’t even talk about it, so I was a little flustered. We had a pretty good sex life together and even though we’re not porn stars, we have a good thing together. I love massage so I wasn’t going to say no to my treatment.
When we got back to the room, I wondered aloud how I should dress since I just had a massage at a Spa. My bf told me to dress like I would for a regular massage and I told him I had emotions. He told me that when he arranged it he told the masseuse that it would be a real massage and that it wouldn’t be about sex. I calmed down and headed to the bedroom to change.
I heard a knock on the door and I got chills. I have to admit that the thought of giving myself a massage in the hotel room in front of my husband was a bit erotic and I felt a warm surge of energy run through my body. I could hear her setting her table in the other room. I took off all my clothes except the belt and looked myself up and down in the mirror. I looked decent and my husband loved me and was in love with my body. I had to admit I looked damn good for my age. I wrapped a white towel around my body, took a deep breath and walked through the door.
It felt weird walking into a room in high heels and a thong and my breasts wrapped in a large bath towel, but there I was in an awkward position with a stranger just a few steps away and my husband watching the whole thing .
The masseuse greeted me with a soft pinch on my bottom. He grabbed my hand and helped me up onto the massage table. My husband sat on the sofa while Oana, the masseuse, slipped the towel over me, exposing my large breasts and nipples. I was a little embarrassed and saw Oana looking down at my leopard print thong and then back at my breasts. I leaned over the table face down and smelled the warm papaya oil.
I know I have nice breasts for my age, but as a much younger woman looked me up and down, I worried that they hung too much. Well, she seemed impressed.
Oana, although I didn’t know if that was her real name, was about 160 cm and very good looking, but she was much younger than me and the thought of the whole thing sent shivers through my body with a strange nervous energy that I did not I had never felt before
For at least half an hour he rubbed warm massage oil on my back and shoulders and I lost myself in pleasure. He worked his hands up and down my torso, sometimes with gentle touches and other times with strong, deep pressure. I was lost in the ecstasy of the stress leaving my body, but I had all kinds of exciting sensations in my lower body and I could feel the wetness under my thong.
Finally, without asking, he slowly rolled me over and started rubbing oil on my stomach and breasts. Umm. I was nervous about exposing my breasts to a stranger in front of my husband, but I was ready for it. In my mind, I was really hoping he would suck my nipples, but he just adjusted them with his fingers. I know that would be overstepping the mark, so I kept my thoughts to myself. After at least ten minutes of breast work, he rolled me back and worked my legs up and down and all over my ass. Damn, I was hot.
Finally, after much teasing around my ass and pussy, he eased a finger under my thong and caressed my labia ever so slowly. Damn it felt so good and wet. He whispered in my ear to make sure I was comfortable. I looked at my husband who just nodded. Oana inserted her finger into the wetness and then entered a second finger from behind. He reached his other hand under my belly and started massaging my clit. At that moment my ass started to fall back in pleasure and I was moaning. I was so lost in pleasure that I lost my inhibitions and forgot that my husband was in the room.
Oana was calm when she brought me to the heights of pleasure. When I was close to orgasm, she withdrew her fingers and moved her hands to my legs to massage them.
After a few minutes of a sensual foot massage, she called out and bent down in front of me. I begged her to put her fingers back in her pussy and do her thing with them. She didn’t have to be asked a second time and obeyed like a good girl.
In less than a minute, my entire body shook and shook with a lightning-fast orgasm.
I looked over at my poor husband and he had a big smile on his face and his cocked cock was in his hand. Then I was amazed at how erotic it was to let loose on an erotic massage table with my husband watching the action like a porn movie.
I got up, thanked her for the massage and told her that my husband would help her to the car. When hubby came back we took a long shower together and spent the rest of the night and half of the next morning in bed.
That was more sex than I’ve had in six months. What a crazy birthday present for this 55 year old goodness. I can’t wait for the next special occasion.
