(Wife’s POV – Age: 28, married for 4 years)
It was our 4th year of marriage. Hum dono apni late twenties mein the, kaafi successful aur stable. Life chal rahi thi, par kuch cheez thi jo missing thi. Hum dono ke beech ek spark tha jo hum dono chahte the, especially bedroom mein, jo abhi tak kafi dull tha.
Phir humne socha ki Thailand chalte hain – beaches, cocktails, aur sun-kissed evenings. Ek perfect escape tha humare everyday life se. Relax hone ka time tha. Lekin mere husband ka dimaag kuch aur hi chal raha tha.
Ek shaam, jab hum beach par baith ke sunset dekh rahe the, wo mujhe apne drink ke saath dekha aur thodi mischievous smile ke saath bola, “Let’s try something wild.”
Maine hans ke jawab diya, “Wild kya?”
Uski smile aur serious ho gayi thi. “Kuch daring karein… sirf hum dono ke liye. Kuch naya, kuch unexpected. Bas hum dono ke liye.”
Main thoda confuse ho gayi. “Jaise kya?”
Usne mujhe seedha aankhon mein dekha aur bola, “Ek sensual massage… by someone local. Bas touch. Koi pressure nahi. Sirf fantasy.”
Main pehle thodi hansti hoon, kyunki mujhe laga wo mazaak kar raha hai. Lekin jab maine uski aankhon mein dekha, to mujhe samajh aaya ki wo serious tha. Aur us moment mein, ek ajeeb si feeling hui – nervousness ke saath-saath kuch aur bhi tha, jo thoda zyada tha.
Maine kabhi kisi aur ko touch karne nahi diya, na kabhi aise kuch socha tha. Lekin jo confidence tha uske chehre pe, wo mujhe safe feel kar raha tha. Jaise wo mujhe kuch bold karne ke liye keh raha ho, lekin mujhe akela nahi chhodega.
Mera dil thoda tez chalne laga, aur maine thoda hesitate kiya. “Lekin… mujhe nahi pata…” main thoda sa unsure thi. Kisi aur ko touch karna mujhe ajeeb laga. Par phir uski aankhon mein jo trust tha, usne mujhe apne saath is journey pe jane ka courage diya.
“Trust me,” usne softly kaha, “Hum dono saath hain. Bas touch. Koi judgment nahi. Sirf pleasure. Hum dono ke liye.”
Wo scare kar raha tha. Lekin uski confidence aur uska trust mujhe yeh feel kar raha tha ki wo mere saath hai, hum dono milke is unknown cheez ko explore karenge. Uske saath thoda comfort tha, thoda excitement tha.
Main thoda nervous thi, par phir bhi main ready thi, “Okay… let’s do it.”
Aur bas, hum dono naye experience ke liye ready ho gaye. Yeh sirf massage aur touch ka nahi tha. Yeh hum dono ka trust tha, apne comfort zone se bahar nikalna tha, aur kuch naya seekhna tha.
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki kya hoga, lekin main jaanti thi ki wo mere saath hai, aur hum dono isko saath milke experience karenge.
The Night of the Massage
The resort room was dimly lit. Soft instrumental music was playing, ek light fruity wine mere haath mein, and my heartbeat – thoda fast.
Masseur arrived – tall, lean, toned. Mask pehna hua, voice low and professional. Woh mujhe nahi dekh raha tha – just quietly setting up.
Mere husband pehle bed pe gaya, taaki mujhe comfort mile. I watched them. His massage didn’t last long. Unka focus was already shifting… towards me.
Jab bahar aayi, vo ladka seedha meri taraf dekha. Maine aankhon mein aankhon daali… aur bed pe jaa kar leti gayi, towel dheere se side kiya. Sirf black bra aur boxer style panty mein thi… mera dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne pehle mere pairon par oil daala… thanda sa oil, lekin haathon ka pressure garam. Dheere dheere vo mere thighs tak gaya. Har stroke ke saath mera body relax hone laga, lekin nipples tight hone lage. Vo jaante hue bhi, jaise intentionally touch kar raha tha waist ke paas.
Phir usne back tak oil lagaya… aur bina pooche, mera bra ka hook dheere se khol diya. Mujhe ek second laga react karne mein… par maine kuch nahi bola. Maine sirf aankhon se husband ko dekha… aur unka expression – OMG. Unki aankhon mein desire tha, aur encouragement bhi. Jaise keh rahe ho – “Let go.”
Ab mere side boobs par uska touch intense ho raha tha. Vo fingers thodi der rub karti, phir press karti… aur phir finger tips se soft strokes leti hui neeche jati. Jab uski ungli mere panty ke neeche ke corner ko touch kar gayi, meri saans andar hi reh gayi.
Aur phir… usne meri panties ko slowly neeche kheechna shuru kiya. Shockingly, maine bhi thoda lift kiya apni hips – shayad curiosity mein ya surrender mein… mujhe nahi pata. But vo moment… was electric.
Usne panties ghutno tak kheench li, aur hips par oil lagaya – vo bhi deep strokes mein. Kabhi kabhi uski fingers mere vaginal lips tak aa jaati… aur meri body react karti. Ek baar toh usne meri panties completely nikaal di – bina kuch pooche. Aur maine usse roka bhi nahi. Inside, I was wet. Literally.
“Ma’am, please turn around,” uski awaaz thodi command jaisi thi. Main sharmai, aur kaha, “Panty pehen lu?” Lekin usne softly bola, “It’s fine.” Mere husband bhi close aa chuke the, unki aankhon mein sirf passion tha.
Maine turn kiya. Ab main back pe thi, sirf ek loosely latakta hua bra – vo bhi usne turant nikaal diya. Ab main completely naked thi. Meri boobs exposed thi, nipples erect… aur usne bina rukhe oil daala seedha chest par.
Uska touch ab intense ho gaya tha… wo boobs ko pura squeeze karta, nipples ko rub karta, kabhi circular motion mein… aur beech beech mein oil dripping karta mere belly tak. Phir, uske haath gaye neeche… aur jab usne meri vagina ko pehli baar direct touch kiya, meri body literally twitch ki.
Usne softly start kiya… par phir ek ya do fingers andar insert ki. Dheere se… phir fast pace mein. Mere lips se moan nikalna impossible tha. Main bed sheet ko nails se pakad rahi thi. Har stroke mein kuch lose ho raha tha… control, shyness, inhibition – sab.
My lips parted. A deep, uncontrollable moan escaped me.
“F*ck…” I whispered, not caring who heard. I clutched the sheet tight. My hips pushed against his fingers. Mere boobs ab uske haathon mein the – warm, slippery, squeezed gently while he fingered me deeper.
I was gone. Not scared. Not ashamed. Just… alive.
And all the while – my husband was right there, watching, breathing heavy. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His pupils were dilated, jaw tight, eyes locked on me like I was a goddess. And I realized – he wasn’t jealous. He was turned on. Proud. Addicted.
And in that moment – I felt more desired than ever in my life.
Mera husband mere paas aaya, aur aankhon mein woh fire… usne mere forehead pe kiss kiya – as if saying, “Tum meri queen ho… aur aaj main tumhe enjoy karte dekhna chahta hoon.”
From shy surrender to sacred explosion. Mujhe ab samajh aa raha tha… yeh raat sirf ek naughty fantasy nahi thi. Yeh kuch zyada tha. Yeh ek journey thi – mere sharir ki, mere emotions ki… aur mere andar chhipe pleasure ke uss zone ki, jiska darwaza aaj khulne waala tha.
Jab usne poocha, “Can I go deeper? Can I take you through something tantric?”
Main ek pal ke liye confuse hui, lekin mere husband ne sirf itna kaha… “Trust the process, jaan. Just feel.”
Main ne aankhen band ki… aur uske touch par dhyan diya.
Ab touch mein urgency nahi thi – ab wo divine tha. Usne ek baar phir se mera body oiled kiya… chest, belly, hips, inner thighs – har jagah warm oil spread karte hue. Har motion slow, circular, rhythmic… jaise koi ancient ritual ho raha ho.
“This is Yoni Massage,” usne kaha… “No goal. Just presence.”
Uske haathon ne mere pubic bone ke aas-paas soft strokes diye… bina directly vagina ko touch kiye. Bas aas-paas… jaise mere pleasure center ko awaken kar raha ho. Main har breath ke saath aur relaxed hoti gayi.
Phir usne vaginal lips ke outer edges pe touch start kiya… super slow. Kabhi clockwise, kabhi counterclockwise circles. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise har cell alive ho raha ho. Har ek stroke meri spine se le kar meri throat tak jaa raha tha.
Phir usne G-spot zone activate karna start kiya – fingers ko curve karke andar insert kiya… aur us spot ko baar-baar press aur release karta gaya. Saath mein doosre haath se mere clit ko lightly tap kar raha tha.
Mujhe kuch ho raha tha. Kuch intense. Kuch powerful.
Main hil rahi thi… moan kar rahi thi… but is baar vo moan sirf lust ka nahi tha – vo release ka tha… rebirth jaisa.
Har baar jab usne G-spot stroke kiya, meri hips automatically uth jaati thi… aur phir suddenly – ek moment aaya jahan meri body lock ho gayi, muscles tight ho gaye… aur ek deep pressure build hone laga meri andar.
“Let go,” usne kaha.
“Don’t hold anything. Just surrender.”
Aur tab… meri body ne woh kiya jo maine kabhi nahi socha tha. I squirted. Forcefully. Warm liquid burst out of me… not once, but again… and phir again.
Main hila, jhatka diya… meri body ne shiver kiya… aur aankhon se tears aa gaye – not sadness… but total release.
Main ro rahi thi, hass rahi thi, climax kar rahi thi – ek hi waqt pe.
Husband ne mujhe pakad liya… chest se lagaya. Unka haath mere hair mein tha… aur vo sirf whisper kar rahe the, “You’re divine… you just awakened your Shakti.”
Masseur ne quietly haath hata liya, ek warm towel diya… aur respectfully dur ho gaya. Ye koi cheap act nahi tha. Yeh ek sacred experience tha.
Main abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi. Ek hand husband ke chest pe, doosra apne heart pe…aur lips par ek soft smile.
