My First Experience With A Masseur – Part 1

Hi! I am M from Bengaluru. I am 34, married and have two kids. In short, I have a happily married life. I and my husband adore each other. But, like any other couple our sex life had started becoming slightly monotonous after our second child. We were afraid to confide in each other but, the magic was missing from our bedroom.

Note: This is a long story so I have divided it in two parts. This is the first part which has all the setting and description the second part will follow soon. As it is for women out there who are looking for solutions like me there are details which have been narrated as it is. People who do not have patience can jump to the end of the story and relieve themselves. I am not a fake troller ladies, you can try this man for yourself and experience the fun.

As I was distressed about my sex life I decided to talk to my close friend about it. She is 30 and still unmarried. She works with a bank in Mangalore and is a very lively person. She advised me to take a break and come out of my routine life. She was planning a trip to Alibaug on the weekend with another friend of hers named Kritika and invited me to join them. As this was too tight a deadline for me I declined the offer initially. But, during the night when I felt the tension in my bedroom I made my mind in a fraction of second and sent a whatsapp message to Anju (my friend) to confirm my plans.

Kritika was also married and I got good vibes from her. Soon we became friends and I shared my problems with her. She assured me on the way to Alibaug that she has a solution for all this and she has herself been through this phase in life. So, I waited impatiently till we reached the resort. I was a little hesitant to ask her but in the evening when we sat with our cocktails in hand facing the vast ocean, I finally mustered the courage to ask her how to get out of this emotionally and physically distressing situation.

What she told me was shocking and I kept on gaping at her for a while. She told me that she knows a good masseur and uses his services whenever she gets time off her family. This has helped her rekindle her love life. I was shocked to hear that it was on her list this time also. She openly asked me if I wanted to use his services. I was taken aback, this seemed like cheating on my loving husband and children. So, I told Kritika what I thought of her idea and how gross she was. She burst into laughter.

She told me that it was all okay. And it was just a physical and emotional need. Also, she told me that she uses the service of this particular guy because he is a trusted contact and is very professional. Kritika also told me that the guy is very much serious about his work and wouldn’t do anything inappropriate without permission. I was still reluctant so she said that she is going to call him anyways and instead of going full throttle I can just go for a relaxing massage. There were a lot of other thoughts going on in my mind so I declined her offer. Kritika didn’t push for it either. But, she repeatedly told me that the guy is trustworthy if that is what I am concerned about.

Next morning on the breakfast table Kritika and I were again talking about the same subject. She told me that I can watch him do his magic on her and then decide accordingly. Actually, during the night I had also given it a thought and I was up for a massage myself but I was hesitant. I needed the initial push.

Also, I was a little skeptical of this whole affair because I come from a very conservative family and before this I’ve never had any physical intimacy with any man other than my husband. A lot of questions were going on in my mind as to what if this masseur starts blackmailing us and stuff like that. But, on the other hand I was excited with the prospects of being in the company of another man. And had dreamt about him being a particular way as such “players” are shown in the films.

At around 11AM Kritika came to my room accompanied by a man. He seemed not older than 25, would be 5.6” tall, average looking and average built. To be honest I was a little disappointed. I was expecting a typical tall, dark & handsome man. As usual, Kritika was quick to read my mind. She winked at me and said he’s magic in his hands and his ways will mesmerise you. Remember Emran Hashmi is no Hritik but what he does is no match to any Hritik or Ranveer. I shied away and couldn’t see Kritika in her eyes. The man remained expressionless. I thought to myself, what a prude. But, later I realised that this is how he was, very professional in whatever he does.

Kritika asked him to wait while she changes. He sat on the bed and started preparing for the session. He drew the curtains and lit the candles. Then one by one he got several oil bottles out of his bag and very elegantly arranged it. He then put a new bedspread to save the bed from staining. I was swept off my feet with the elegance with which he was doing everything. Soon the aroma of the candles hit me. And for the first time we looked each other in the eye. He passed me a smile. For the first time I took complete notice of his face and trust me he was charming. Not a typical hunk but he was a ‘Man’s man’. His smile was not creepy and he just said hello! There are moments which are clear signals. This was my moment I knew that he was a trustworthy guy.

Kritika came out in a towel. And Vishesh jumped into action. He spoke his first words – You look like a bud ready to blossom. Every words he spoke was so well calculated and the diction so perfect that I was getting aroused. He had a very manly voice. He took Kritika by hand and guided her to the bed and then slowly undid her towel. She was now lying on her tummy, naked. Stark naked in front of Vishesh. I was sitting nearby with a magazine in my hand, pretending to read which I think all of us knew was a farce. I was admiring Kritika’s body and checking out Vishesh from the corner of my eyes.

Vishesh was very diligently pouring the oil on her back and taking his time to massage every pressure point. I was getting restless as I was getting turned on. I reached my peak when he reached Kritika’s butt crack and poured some oil right into it. When his fingers tocuhed the boundaries of Kritika’s love he gently spread her legs to get more access. He did nothing crass, every movement of his fingers was well calculated. He was letting the pressure build in Kritika’s body. Allowing her the time she needed to reach the ultimate climax. He gently pressed the butts, massaged the labia, there was no fingering involved. But, I could hear soft moans coming out of Kritika. I could sense it from her quivering voice that she was in cloud nine. Once he was done with the back he asked Kritika to turn; in his same firm voice. He looked very relaxed and in control of the situation.

Kritika was in a trance by now. He poured a lot of oil in her cleavage and navel and started kneading her breasts in a pattern. I could see love juices flowing out of her vagina. She was shivering and letting out moans and gasps. Whenever Vishesh’s hands would reach the outer lebia she would give a thrust to her pelvis. Seeing all this I got out of control. I am no lesbain but seeing a woman so hungry for sex did something to me. I quietly rose up from the chair and went to the washroom. I had a uncontrollable urge to masturbate. I was so aroused that I came in no time. When I came out in the room Vishesh was whispering something in Kritika’s ears (which I later came to know that he was asking for her consent to finger fuck her). Kritika held his hand and guided it to her vagina. Vishesh started fingering her passionately. Kritika was fast to come. She then opened her eyes and I think felt a little embarrassed to find me in the room. She asked me if I would mind to leave them alone for a while. I was in no mood to do so but I said sure and walked out of the room.

She met me in the dining area and looked very charming and relaxed. Her face was glowing. One could sense her happiness by looking at her face. She sat opposite to me and apologised for the inconvenience. I told her that it was perfectly fine and I didn’t mind. In my heart, I was dying for her to ask me if I was ready for the massage but she was not coming to the point. Finally, I had to break the ice and I asked her if Vishesh had left. To which she said no. I felt bit relaxed and anxious to know if he will be available for another “massage”.

Kritika smiled at me and asked – are you ready for it? I nodded my head and started staring at the table. I didn’t have the courage to look at Kritika. Kritika wasted no time. She held my hand and we started walking towards our suite. Vishesh was there sitting quietly reading the newspaper. As soon as we entered, he stood up and greeted us. Then he looked at Kritika and asked me to excuse us. I didn’t understand what was happening. He took Kritika aside and they started talking in whispers. I was not able to make out anything. When they were done, he came up to me and apologised. I was so enchanted by his voice and perfect face that I couldn’t respond. He took his bag and gently left the room. I came back to my senses as the doors behind me shut.

Kritika told me that he had to leave because of some urgent work and that he was very sorry for leaving abruptly. I was still unable to make any sense of it. She later explained to me that he was waiting for us to be back. He wanted to tell Kritika and would like to ‘do’ it with me. But, it was not possible today as he had got a call from his organisation relating some troubles back in Mumbai. She also told me that this is not his full time work. He does it because he likes it. He has his own NGO where he works for destitute people. This made me further inclined towards her.

But the horny me was not satisfied. I didn’t know how to control my urges and kritika knew it. She said he had promised to come by night. He had also said that it is the perfect time for a lotus massage. Only I know how I waited till the night before he showed up. I would narrate what happened that night in part two. But, I have been inviting him over and over again to Bengaluru whenever he has the time.

Trust me ladies if you are looking for some magical moments. Vishesh is the professional you should go to. He has gentlemanly behavior and treats women like princess. Just drop him a line at [email protected] (it’s just mail and not gmail, your privacy is secured) and he gets back.

My First Experience With A Masseur – Part 1