It was Mother's Day and I wanted to celebrate my wife with a totally unexpected surprise. It was her first Mother's Day and it coincided with the fact that it was the first time we could travel alone again as a couple. We decided to go to Miami.

It was the third day and we had had a great time. However, I felt that the trip needed a bit of excitement.

That's when I decided to give her her present.

That day we didn't leave the hotel. We just drank and sunbathed by the pool. It was late afternoon and we returned to the room a little tired and having drunk a bottle of champagne. She went into the shower and it occurred to me that it would be a nice touch if she came out of the shower to find a massage bed and a masseur ready to give her a relaxing session.

The masseur arrived and I together with him set about the task of turning the room into a spa. The masseur asked me what kind of massage I wanted to give my wife and I replied that it was therapeutic, he asked me if it was ok to take off her clothes completely. To which I replied that he was allowed to do whatever she´s ok with.

Finally she came out of the shower and when she saw the massage bed and the masseur (quite handsome by the way) she said to me with a smile: ‘This is for me?’. To which I replied: ‘Make yourself comfortable and let yourself go’.

He took her hand and asked her to take off her towel. She said with some shyness that she had to put on something to cover her private parts first. She went to the bathroom and came out topless and lay face down on the bed. The masseur did not use a sheet as they normally do to cover her. Her body lay beautiful and naked, only covered by a tiny thong.

The massage began. I put on some music in the background. The lights dimmed and I sat down on the couch to revel in watching my wife's body as a man's hands ran all over it.

So far the massage had some sensual overtones but the masseur's hands had only touched her shoulders, back and legs.

Seeing that time was running out, I signalled him to massage her buttocks. To which the masseur gladly agreed. My wife's reaction was immediate. Her breathing became faster and faster. It was evident that the relaxing effect was now turning into a pleasure that was becoming more and more sensual.

I went over to tell the guy in his ear that she had my consent to remove her thong. It was noticeable that the masseur was also enjoying what was happening. He turned to look at me and gave me the ‘thumbs up’ sign. He in turn leaned close to her ear and in a whisper asked her, ‘Can I remove your thong so I can give you a deeper massage?’ to which she replied with a simple. ‘Yes.’

Continuing with the inertia of the buttock massage, the masseur took the thong from the ends of her hips and slowly worked it up and down until it was down to her knees. She instinctively raised her hips as if inviting him to touch her. He put oil on both hands, rubbed them together to generate heat, put one hand on her lower back and the other went straight to her vagina. My wife responded with her first moan. He stroked her in a rotating motion, soon her hips joined in the same rhythm. She then lifted her buttocks a little more and he decided to insert first one and then a second finger. It was barely 5 minutes before the session was over and my wife was already dripping water out of her pussy and onto the towel she was lying on. Her body looked like it was burning with pleasure. He turned her over to lay her on her back. He got right behind her head and now massaged her breasts. My wife enjoyed that as she spread her legs as if inviting him to do whatever he wanted with her.

The alarm went off and time ran out. It was then that I asked her: ‘Do you want another hour? She naughtily replied, ‘That wouldn't be bad at all’. The masseur laid her down again and said: ‘Would you like me to take off my clothes to be more comfortable?

...To be continued