Erotic massage for two married women.
— Yul, come on, please, I don't want to go alone, and I'm scared to go alone.
— Kat, damn it, I just don't want to, how do you even picture this? We're married and some random guys are going to give us a massage?
— So what, there are plenty of male massage therapists. The voucher will go to waste.
— Well, go with someone else then!
— Who am I supposed to go with? With those idiots from work, are you kidding me?
— Kat, for fuck's sake, do you want to drive me to divorce? You know Dimka, he's insanely jealous, and yours too, when he drinks he gets jealous of every lamppost. Our guys will come and beat up those massage therapists.
— Oh, come on. It's just a massage, we
don't have to say the practitioners are men.— Oh, I don't know, how much is this voucher worth anyway?
— The face value is ten thousand rubles, — Katya flipped the voucher over and read the fine print.
— And when do you want to go?
— Let's go tomorrow, it's Saturday!
— And who will I leave Kiryukha and Arina with? Take them to mom's again. And how long does it last?
— Well, I think it's two hours.
— And what's included, what kind of massage, what are they going to knead?
— That's the thing, I have no idea, it only says it's a Premium Plus program.
— Oh, alright, I'll say it's for spa treatments, we can finally treat ourselves before March 8th.
Yulia and Katya were longtime friends, having met back in elementary school. Both were 29 years old, got married in the same year, but Yulia had two children, while her friend hadn't been so lucky. The girls gathered at the appointed time and arrived at a small two-story building on the outskirts of the city. At the reception, they were greeted by a pretty girl who checked them in. The girls took a shower, were served delicious herbal tea, and were escorted to a spacious room with two massage tables.
— Get undressed, the masters will be here in 5 minutes, — the administrator cooed.
— What do you mean get undressed, we're already in swimsuits? — Katya asked, perplexed.
— The master needs your naked body, you have the Premium Plus program, so the swimsuits need to come off too. You can take towels from the shelf.
The friends stared at each other in astonishment.
— Katya, I'm going to kill you, what the hell do you mean... without clothes???
— I didn't know either, do you think I looked into all these programs? There are like thirty of them.
— You should have looked into it, how am I going to look my husband in the eye?
— Well, sorry, there's no turning back now. We'll lie on our stomachs and cover our butts with a towel. I saw it in a movie like that.
— Kat, damn it, in what movie? Hopefully not a pornographic one.
Yulia took off her swimsuit and placed it on a chair, adjusting her blonde hair. She was 172 cm tall and weighed 58 kg, her body was attractive, but she could use a bit of fitness to tone her muscles. Katya, on the other hand, had a firm, toned body, whose main asset was her beautiful size 3 breasts. They were a work of art, even, high breasts not worn out by two milk-suckers like her friend's.
The girls hadn't even managed to grab towels when two handsome men entered the room. They were like Apollos, both around 190 cm tall, strong, muscular guys about twenty-five years old. One, darker, looked like a Turk, the other a fair-haired handsome man with blue eyes. The girls' jaws dropped as they barely managed to cover themselves with towels.
— Hello, girls, — the Turk said in a bass voice. — Please come in, lie down on the massage tables, a very interesting program awaits you.
Yulia swallowed hard. The girls, in wild astonishment, lay down on the tables. Above their heads was a bar from which a large white curtain rustled, separating their heads from their bodies and from what was happening behind them. The friends lay within arm's reach and looked at each other.
— So, are you ready? — the second voice said.
— Y-yes, I guess, — Katya answered in a slightly hoarse voice.
The caps of massage oil tubes clicked and a moment later the massage therapists' hands landed on the women's bodies.
— Oh my God, this feels so good, — Yulia said quietly.
— See, and you didn't want to come.
The Turk was working on Ekaterina, and the guy of Slavic appearance was working on her friend. Although Yulia was enjoying the massage, she still felt embarrassed, as she was completely naked in front of a strange man and the small towel on her butt didn't help the situation. She felt the strong hands massaging her back, arms, neck. Sometimes it was even a little painful, but she didn't show it. Time lost meaning, the girls relaxed so much they almost fell asleep from the muscle relaxation.
— Okay, girls, now turn over! — the Turk's commanding tone sounded.
The friends instantly lost any hint of sleepiness.
— What, sorry? — Yulia decided to ask again.
— Turn over! — the Turk repeated.
— But we're not exactly dressed, or more precisely, we're not dressed at all.
— It's nothing to worry about.
— Wow, 'nothing to worry about' you say...
— Yul, — Katya snorted. — What's the point now.
Ekaterina obediently turned onto her back, Yulia hesitated, then reluctantly followed her example. How ashamed she felt at that moment, mostly due to the imperfections of her body. But the massage therapists were not the least bit embarrassed, they generously poured oil over the women's bodies and began massaging every part. The Turk, whose name was Serkan, moved to his client's legs, first the feet, calves, knees, and finally the inner thighs. He moved one palm slightly above the pubis, and with the other touched the girl's labia. Katya shuddered and looked at her friend with wide eyes. She, in response, raised her head questioningly. Serkan stroked her loins, periodically touching her aroused clitoris. And the girl was very aroused, a fine tremor overcame her, like a precursor to orgasm. Yulia watched her friend in astonishment. The Slavic guy, named Vladislav, skillfully massaged her thighs and unexpectedly moved to her breasts.
— Oh, young man, please don't...
— Lie still, relax, everything is fine.
Katya jerked sharply, experiencing an orgasm. At the moment of ecstasy, the Turk inserted two fingers into the girl's perineum and slowly began moving them back and forth. Yulia tried to calm down and relax. Vlad actively kneaded her breasts and stomach. A strange feeling overcame the girl, something forgotten, so sweet and pulling in her lower abdomen. Katya lay with her eyes closed and was now breathing evenly.
— Everything okay? — he asked.
— Y-yes, — Katya answered in a barely audible voice.
Vlad moved to her legs, as with his colleague, everything from the feet to the thighs, and the closer his touches got to the coveted place, the more the girl shuddered. He slightly spread her legs and his palm fell on her pubis. Yulia almost jumped off the table but got a hold of herself. The hand paused as if waiting for the girl to calm down and then began moving gently, as if accidentally touching her clitoris. Yulia cursed herself a thousand times for coming here. The room filled with slapping sounds, the Turk was actively fingering Katya's pussy, making the girl breathe heavily again. A fine tremor enveloped Yulia, but at the same moment something was filling her, something ready to explode any second. And a moment later it happened, she sharply arched her back and tightly clenched her legs, trembling from the surging orgasm. Katya looked at her friend with a smile.
The active actions stopped, both girls lay on their backs, and the massage therapists covered their bodies with light touches.
— Okay, that was the Premium program, now only the Plus remains.
The girls frowned, they were sure that was the end. The Turk lifted his patient by the hips and placed her on her side, moving her butt closer to the edge of the table. Vlad did the same. The girls looked at each other uncomprehendingly. For a minute nothing happened, and then Katya felt something warm and hard between her legs, the next second a thrust and she cries out, gripping the edge of the table with her hands.
— What happene.....aaaaah, — Yulia didn't have time to finish speaking as Vlad's rock-hard member penetrated her loins.
In the car, the girls sat in silence for about an hour. Then they just as silently returned to their apartments. Neither Katya nor Yulia dared to tell their husbands about this, otherwise their family lives could come to an end.