Indian Wife Massage
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Mumbai husband arranges a special happy ending massage for his wife
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His fingers glided lightly over her skin, tracing the lines of her spine, the curve of her shoulders, the dip of her waist. It wasn’t the firm pressure of a massage; it was a slow, deliberate caress. His hand explored every inch of her exposed back, feeling the heat of her skin, the tension in her muscles. Anjali felt a strange warmth spreading through her. A slight wetness began to gather in her panties, a response to the vibration and the touch.
Kaliya eventually set the device aside, and the silence that followed felt heavy. He helped her adjust her position, ensuring she was comfortable.
“Anjali, turn over onto your back,” he murmured, his deep voice carrying a thick note of authority.
Anjali obeyed instantly, rolling over onto her back. Kaliya looked down at her, his eyes dark. Her large breasts were pressed tightly against the black satin of her small bra, straining against the edges and eager to spill out, but the fabric held them firm. The minimal black panties hugged her hips perfectly, accentuating the fullness of her curves. Kaliya couldn’t resist.
“Anjali, I’ve never seen such a beautiful body in my life. You are incredibly hot,” he said, his voice low, rough, and dropping all professional pretense.
He picked up the percussion massager again. This time, he moved it to her chest area, just above her breasts. The vibration shocked her system. Her body twitched. He lowered the machine to her cleavage, teasing the fabric, then moved it back up. The sensation was electric, making her breasts harden, pressing harder against the bra. Raj watched, his own dick throbbing, his eyes glued to the way Kaliya’s machine teased her.
Kaliya moved the machine to her thighs again, focusing on the area around her panties. The vibration sent currents through her legs, up her stomach. Anjali twitched, her body reacting to the relentless stimulation.
After a few minutes, Kaliya set the machine aside. He began a manual technique, his hands moving with practiced precision across her midsection and upper torso. His fingers traced her skin, moving up towards her bra line. He didn’t touch her breasts. He touched the skin below the band, exploring her stomach fully. Then, he inserted a finger into her belly button, swirling it gently. The sensation made Anjali gasp. Her other hand clutched the edge of the table.
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering.
“Sit up for me, please,” he requested.
Anjali shifted and sat up, her long legs extending flat. Kaliya smoothly moved behind her, his large frame framing her smaller body from the back. He pulled her closer, his hands moving to her shoulders and neck. His hands were hard, experienced. He massaged her neck, his thumbs pressing into the muscles. Then, he moved his hands around to her front, one from the right, one from the left, moving up her neck towards her upper chest and cleavage.