masaje en casa

My husband is an expert at giving massages, he makes me lie down naked on my stomach and with oil or talcum powder he goes around rubbing my body without leaving a single spot untouched; first he gives me a strong and relaxing massage all over the body; then when I'm already well relaxed, he starts a sensory massage so soft that it excites me until I reach an intense and pleasant orgasm; generally after that we have a very morbid and delicious sex session. From some time ago my husband started hinting that he wanted to take me to a place where they gave professional massages; I would tell him no, because I'd feel too embarrassed having to undress in front of another person, it's better if he keeps doing them for me. He kept insisting until one day he told me he had found some ads on the internet for men who gave massages at home, that we could try; even I could be wearing underwear or a bathing suit so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable; the idea is that I would have a lot of fun; although I was scared and felt very nervous, but I knew this would please Alberto, I accepted. The day of the massage, he told me to take a long shower and apply cream all over my body to be more sensitive and relaxed, I put on a bathing suit that fit me very tightly, did it for my husband's pleasure, then put on a short dress with buttons in front, added some perfume and we were ready; the massage man arrived and my husband went down to open the door for him, he told me to wait upstairs until he called me; after a few minutes of listening to them talk, he told me to come down; although I was nervous, I liked the way they looked at me, the man was a bit younger than my husband, looked somewhat formed but not too much, stood up and greeted me with a very courteous handshake looking at me intensely in the eyes, then went around my body with his gaze, seeing the neckline that showed something of the channel of my breasts, then continued all over my body until my feet, I think I should have turned red with shame and looked at my husband, who was only smiling at me. My husband said we should go up to the room because it would be better to give the massage in our bed; both men made a sign for me to start climbing, which gave me a little scare thinking I might see myself under the dress, but then I thought they would soon take it off and calmed down a bit; when we arrived, the man asked if we had oil for the massage or if he should bring his own, my husband handed him the one we used; later I looked at my husband as if asking what to do, we were all standing in the middle of the room. My husband told the man to start by taking off my dress, I turned red with shame and my whole body trembled. The man approached, I stayed very still looking only at my husband, took hold of my arms and left them aside so he could reach the buttons on my dress, slowly unbuttoning one by one starting from the bottom, when I reached my waist I felt his hands rubbing against my skin and felt a pleasure between my legs, continued to unbutton all the buttons that were not many, then took hold of the shoulders of the dress and started taking it off, at that moment I looked at him, he was just as nervous as I was, felt him trembling with my dress in his hands and looking at me intensely, after taking it off, he handed it to my husband and looked at my whole body, took my hand and gave me a turn to look at myself completely, I looked at my husband who sat down and suggested with his hand that I lie down on the bed, the man told me to do so through him, so he could access the massage better. He rubbed his hands with oil and started at my feet and legs, did it strongly and well, with the palms of his hands and sometimes with the edge of his hand gave me small hits that I liked a lot; then he went almost without rubbing my buttocks, continued up my back and finished at my neck where he lingered for quite some time, which I liked very much because it's a zone My body relaxes and gets excited easily if it's stimulated well; my husband told him to also massage my ears because I really like it, so he did and I felt very good, feeling a bit of moisture in my vagina. Then he asked me to turn over, while facing forward, he asked if I could take off my bra, I said no, but quickly my husband told me that it was better not to stain it with oil, I knew it was an excuse, both wanted to see my breasts, and I accepted; once my breasts were exposed the man looked directly at my eyes and started massaging them, just after he touched them I felt myself getting wetter, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by his caresses, it lasted a long time and I felt that my nipples were very hard, he must have noticed because he squeezed them with his fingers, when I started to sigh, he lowered his hands and massaged my whole stomach with a lot of oil, then he went to my legs and feet, massaging me very tasty and providing a lot of pleasure, he raised his hands up to my thighs and massaged them, raising up to my waist and down again, starting to pull my thong down, I opened my eyes startled and told him not to, taking hold of the garment, he looked at my husband who told me: calm down, it was just a massage, nothing would happen; then, full of fear but still excited, I let go of the thong and he quickly took it off. His caresses didn't wait, I was trembling with fear and pleasure; he touched all my vulva, massaging my clitoris gently and squeezing my lips with his fingers, also massaging up to my anus and back again, I was very hot and when he tried to put a finger inside my vagina I exploded in a scandalous orgasm that scared us all three, the man stepped back a little startled but then understood what was happening, I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs to try to slowly bring down the intensity of my emotions, when I opened my eyes, my husband came close and me He kissed him softly asking if I had liked it as much as he did, I kissed him intensely for the pleasure he had given me; I stopped and gave a kiss on the cheek to the man and thanked him for such an excellent massage, I ran to the bathroom and didn't come out until my husband told me that he had already left; definitely this had to be repeated.