Adultery My Best Friend's Wife by The_Dolphin

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sensual pleasure ... I will keep that in mind. What should I wear? I brought a swimsuit ..."

"I would prefer that you use the clothes that are in the locker room." I answer. "We will be using oils and things that might ruin your swimwear. These garments are disposable and made specifically for massage sessions."

"Okay then. What do these garments look like? I hope it's not too revealing ..." she says with a worried look.

"Nothing sexy. It's like a boob tube with shoulder straps with very modest matching panties. But go see for yourself." I say. She steps into the locker room and closes the door. I wait patiently.

"Heavens!" she calls after a while. "It's not very modest!!"

"Massage gown behind the door, Jess!" I say. "Please bring two towels as well to cover the 'naughty bits' if you want." I start getting the necessary oils and stuff ready.

"Naughty bits, huh..? OK, then." she says. "But can I keep the gown on?"

"For now, yes. We'll see how it goes."

Finally, she steps out of the locker room. She is wearing the gown, the front covered right up to the neck region, two towels under one arm. "What now?" she asks, hesitantly.

"Now we begin. If there is anything I do with which you are uncomfortable, just say the word and I will stop. "I assure her." Come and sit here on the bed."

"Do I have to take the gown off?" she asks.

"Not yet necessary."

She breathes a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's get started." I say, and move in behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and begin to massage her neck over the gown with my thumbs. She gradually begins to relax and we make small talk while I do my thing.

I gently pull the gown down over her shoulders so that I can have better access to her muscles. She responds by quickly holding the front of the gown tightly together over her boobs. Soon she relaxes while I massage her back, still over the gown.

"Now we need to get your arms out of the gown." I say. "We need to stretch those tight shoulder muscles thoroughly." She cooperates by slipping her arm out of the gown while holding the front together with the other.

I raise her hand, put it behind her head and pull her elbow back, gently but firmly. "Ouch..!" she says softly. I laugh. "Like they say, no pain, no gain." I relax the pressure on her arm and repeat the stretches five times.

"Now the other arm, please." She slips the other arm out of the gown while still holding the gown loosely over her chest. I do five more stretches.

"Now we have to do both arms simultaneously." I say.

"Yes, but ..." she protests.

"Never mind. Let's do it this way." I dbang a towel around her neck so that the two ends of it cover her breasts.

"Hmm ... Very ingenious!" She smiles and drops the gown and bundles it up around her hips.

I take her arms and pull them down and backwards so that her hands meet behind her back. I raise her arms upwards behind her back, stretching the shoulder muscles. I hold it like that and repeat the process ten times. Then I put both her hands on the back of her head and pull both her elbows back towards me. This causes her to lean slightly backwards. I now have an unobstructed view of her cleavage, but her boobs remain properly covered. I hold her arms like that for a while and repeat the process several times. She seems quite comfortable with the state of affairs.