We got undressed, and it was kind of hot seeing Jennifer get naked in an unfamiliar, somewhat public place. My body was beginning to betray itself and she just gave me a humorously disapproving look and told me to put the towel on her to make sure it was covering her completely before I covered myself up. The towel was just big enough to cover the distance from her ass to most of the way to the top of her back.
Not long after, our masseuses knocked, checked that we were ready, and then came in. They both got to work on our neck and back area, and for Jennifer that meant folding down the towel. Despite the fact that I had just seen her naked, seeing her laying there with the sides of her tits very exposed and a young man rubbing oil all over her back and sides caused me to become unbelievably hard after a couple of minutes, almost uncomfortably so. I tried to sort of lift myself up a bit so my dick could get itself in a less awkward position without anyone noticing, but in the quiet stillness of the spa area, I imagine it was obvious to everyone in the room what I was doing.
At some point, they returned the towels to their original positions and moved down to start on our legs. That felt amazing. I thought that the back massage would be my favorite part, but I had clearly never had a good foot massage. Jennifer seemed to be feeling the same way, and she had started to moan very softly and contentedly.
After the feet, they both started working their way up our legs which also felt nice. However, at this point I started watching Paco move his hands up her legs to the edge of the towel. I was loving the fact that because it was a ‘massage’, it was totally okay for this handsome young man to be rubbing oil on my wife’s thighs. I was worried that my wife was going to start getting very uncomfortable with this, but the look on her face was definitely not one of discomfort.
I was keeping my body very still because I was worried that, as hard as I was, I didn’t want to set myself off in possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life. I was watching Paco’s hands creep higher and higher and the fact that Jennifer just kept smiling was killing me. It certainly didn’t help that I had a hot woman’s hands inches from my dick, but honestly, watching my wife had my full attention. Nominally, you could argue Paco was massaging her glutes, my brain was just aware that he had his hands on her ass. I couldn’t believe my shy wife didn’t have a problem with that. Technically his hands were ‘under’ the towel, but that poor towel was not meant to cover a nicely-sized ass and a couple of large male forearms. She had to know he could see her.
Fortunately, Elena and Paco were both professionals. Soon, they stopped and asked us to turn over. I wasn’t sure how Jennifer was going to do this, but it wasn’t complicated. Paco lifted up the towel and she turned over. He made a show of keeping it low to preserve her modesty, but it wasn’t that low, and Jennifer didn’t seem concerned about modesty all that much at this point. I think I saw her tits, and he was lifting the towel from his side. And she hadn’t stopped smiling. There had to be some compromise on how he put the towel on her when she was laying on her back, and the compromise was that the upper part of her tits were showing. God, did she look good.