The story described below happened to us during the first holiday in Turkey. We, like many of our compatriots with children, took an “all inclusive” ticket in 5 stars on the coast of Antalya. There was absolutely nothing to do there except how to eat and fuck, although the latter was difficult, the time was only when the children were with children's animators, and from this boredom they decided to indulge themselves with a course of massage. Looking at the prices in the hotel spa, they remembered the presence of a house at the entrance to the hotel territory, which promised the same thing, but much cheaper. In the next free hour they visited him, where a young, low-lying masseuse painted about a dozen types of massage that he does, showed some certificates, was quite comfortable inside and we agreed. My wife loves massage, well, and I don’t mind if I prefer women to do it. First we chose a back massage as the cheapest and fastest to evaluate the professionalism of the salon owner. The masseur introduced himself as Baikal, a strange name for the Russian ear and offered to strip to his underwear and lie down on the table. I was the first to lie down, and my wife sat close on a chair to look and wait for her turn. In general, the massage was quite good, rather long. My Lana waited until the masseur came out after me quickly took off her skirt, T-shirt and in black thongs settled on the table, and I got dressed to wait for her. My wife looked just fine for my taste - 35 years old, short, blond hair, a narrow waist and a nice round butt, but her chest was really small with large pink nipples, but I really liked this. She still barely tanned and painted her nails with bright red varnish. Baikal immediately returned and smiled, said something unintelligible. Then he took a checkered cloak and covered her legs to the butt and lowered her panties by a third. I saw how my beloved back had tightened, and then she relaxed again. In general, the massage took place just like me. At the end, Baikal went down to the lower back and the top of the ass, and looking at how his dark hands kneaded his wife's waist and the top of her gorgeous buttocks, I felt excited, the penis began to pour blood. A massage therapist is constantly smiling, periodically looking at me asking whether everything is good, whether you like it, and the wife responded that everything is fine. When he finished I managed to calm down and Lana, dressed, said that she would like us to be here, Baikal immediately said that there would be a discount for the subscription and as a result of bargaining we took subscriptions, I was on a general oil massage and then sports, and my wife decided to try different. The next time we had the day after tomorrow and the massage was the same - a common oil.

Quickly taking the children, we returned to the room to wash off the oil and I was looking forward to the next session with some impatience. The second course of massage began in the same way, I first undressed before swimming trunks and lay down on the table. This time, the massage began with the calves and feet, passed over the thighs, sides of the buttocks and back, and then I turned over, the front massage went over my legs and, passing over my head, Baikal quickly walked over my shoulders and began massaging my chest in circular motions. I immediately imagined how in my place lies my wife in some thongs - I was worried how she would react and whether she would be given the same massage. I felt excited and asked to cover me to the waist with a cape. My excitement lost my breath, but then, fortunately, my wife finished with me and my wife’s turn came - just like the last time she stayed in some black strings.

- Cover me with a cape please - she asked, sitting face down on the table.

“I myself,” returned Baikal, who had left for the time of our disguise, returned and completely covered the entire Lana with a cape.

The massage began with the feet and gradually moved higher, and the cape also shifted.The masseur periodically asked me something, then my wife was constantly smiling, I was in no way responded with difficulty coping with the frequent heartbeat. And now Baikal moved the cape to the small of the back and began to ohazhivat luxurious almost unburned thighs of my wife. Dark hairy hands slid on the inner side of the thigh, then almost touching the perineum went to her buttock and went back outside and vice versa. A member of me stood like a stone. After working alternately with her legs, he was still smiling to knead her outstanding ass covered only with a narrow strip of fabric, which, as a result of his movements, stretched and plunged into his wife's shortly cropped pussy. I tried to look away from the slightly-spaced legs of my Lana, whom the Turkish massage therapist was sorely kneading her ass, also admiring the views. Fortunately, he soon finished and during the back massage he covered her lower half and I was able to relax a little.

- Turn over - the masseur finished with his back and turned away for the oil, my wife quickly turned over and pulled the cape to her chin.

Baikal with a bottle of oil passed to her feet. Then it went the same way, higher and higher, and now the cape is already on the belt, and strong hands knead relaxedly stretched Lanin hips. But this time he didn’t linger much there and put his legs back behind my wife’s head. Having quickly passed her hands, he started them horizontally up behind his butt, and began to knead the top of his chest, then in a circular motion around his breasts he moved the cape on his stomach, exposing them. His wife's hands twitched downward, but Baikal held them and returned them to their place.

- So it is necessary, ok? - He asked looking at me, and passing his hands around her boobs.

- Mgu - answered my Lana and relaxed again, I just nodded to him, and my dick with might and main tried to break free of the pants.

The massage therapist treated her breasts with light rotational techniques so that they began to shine and her nipples bulged forward. Then he hung over my wife, and with long movements from the breasts almost to the pubis finished the massage. It seemed to my excited mind that for balance he was leaning his dick in the crown of a woman lying down, stroking her breasts and tummy down to the bottom in one pass. After finishing the massage, Baikal went out, and we quickly silently gathered and ran after the children. We were all in oil and returning to the room first wife went into the shower. The severity of the pressure on the lower abdomen from the experienced excitement and having looked that the children found an occupation, I also rushed into the bath, which was combined with the toilet and we usually did not close. My wife was already wiping and I hugged her without a word and started kissing, she pulled me to the floor, but I wanted differently. Clicking on her shoulders, I forced my wife to kneel down and take my dick in her mouth. I held her ears and began to gently fuck her mouth, periodically she choked then I paused, and then I started again until I finished inside her mouth forcing my spouse to cough. I lifted Lana from her knees, her lips were in clots of saliva and sperm, I wiped him and kissed him, my wife smiled at me in response and left.

The following two sessions of massage were the same - a general oil massage for both of us, where Baikal intensively lubricated and kneaded the ass and bare breasts of my wife, but did not tinker and paid the rest too much attention. After that, in the room we always quickly fucked in the bath. My wife came in first, and I made sure that the children play a little later. Naked Lana sat down on the toilet and readily sucked my dick, then I lifted her and turned my face to the mirror over the washbasin, bent over and roughly fucked from behind turning on the water for noise. At the fifth session, my wife was selected some kind of drainage female massage, and I limited myself to a back massage. As usual, they did the first to me, but my wife and I were in for a surprise.

- Completely undress and lay on your back, here is a cape, swimming trunks will be very disturbing - indicated Baikal. My wife looked at me and I nodded in agreement.While the massage therapist was absent, Lana quickly undressed quickly and lay down as it was said, covering her chin with a thin cloak. Baikal immediately returned and passed her head. He started from above - with slow, deep impacts he passed all his hands to his chest and gradually exposed him ...