My wife Helen and I were on holidays a few years ago in November. We had travelled to Thailand this time because we wanted to escape the grey November weather and to get away from the mist and cold of the autumn days in Europe. Our holidays were fantastic and we enjoyed the sun, sea and the beautiful surroundings of the nearby islands. After a week of our holidays near the coast, we decided to head inland in a rented cab to get to know the peculiarities of the country as well as the locals a little better. We had been on the road for a while and the cab driver was able to show and explain a lot to us through his knowledge of English. Then he told us something about an idyllically located monastery nearby, so we took another detour to this Buddhist monastery. It was located a bit off the main route. The monastery consisted of several charming building complexes and was located in a romantic mountain landscape surrounded by pristine jungle. As we wanted to visit the sacred caves where large golden Buddha statues can be admired, we decided to stay in the bed and breakfast attached to the monastery. Once again, the humidity level was very high and the few clothes we were wearing were sticking to our bodies. After our first exploratory walk, I was eager to climb the hike recommended in the guidebook up a steep jungle trail to a viewpoint overlooking the monastery. Helen, however, was a bit worn out by the climate and the strenuous visit programme we had had. While I was trying to persuade her to do the hike with me, we were approached by a young and very pretty Thai woman with long flowing black hair. She wore a lovely flowery batik dress that covered her entire body all the way down to her feet, but yet it hinted at the beauty beneath. "You want a massage?" we heard her ask the already familiar question. We had often been massaged by Thai women on the beach. Immediately Helen's face lit up, and I had to realize that my attempt to persuade her to join would be fruitless. With both of her hands, Helen negotiated with the young Thai woman who, apart from what we had just heard, did not seem to speak many other words of English. After the two had agreed on the type of massage and the terms, we were led into the quiet side wing of the monastery building. I joined them and went along to leave my rucksack and to see where I could pick up my wife again later when I returned from my hike. The room in the house we were led into was comfortably furnished, but also pleasantly cool. The floor was covered with various plush cushions and exotic-smelling incense burned on several small tables. The large room was also freely accessible from the whole house through three open doors. I took my camera out of my rucksack and left the rucksack in one corner. Before leaving them, I saw Helen pull her blouse over her head and slip her shorts over her legs. As usual, Helen was naked under her blouse, so once again I admired my wife's flawless figure with her wonderfully firm breasts. She looked wonderful and, moreover, seamlessly tanned as we had had the opportunity to sunbathe nude on a very secluded beach over the previous days. Now she was stood there wearing only a skimpy pair of panties that hinted at more than it concealed. All too soon my young wife Helen was instructed by her masseuse to lie down on her stomach on the massage table in front of her. I would have loved to enjoy the sight of my almost naked wife a little while longer but she also looked delightful lying face down. The tiny piece of fabric of her panties emphasized her tight buttocks which were also beautifully tanned. With slow movements the young Thai woman began to spread a fragrant oil on Helen's back. I tore myself away from this beautiful picture and left them and the compound. After a short search, I found the small path to the viewpoint. After a few minutes I had taken some photos when I noticed, much to my annoyance, that my inserted (yes, still analogue) film had quickly snapped off. As I hadn't gone too far yet, I decided to go back to get a new film from my rucksack. As I walked back into the building complex and made my way to the room, I realised that, yes, I had a spare film roll in my pocket. I had walked all that way for nothing, but now that I was back, I didn't want to miss on sneaking another peek into the room where my Helen was being massaged. There I saw that she was still lying on her stomach. The Thai woman was standing next to the massage table and stroking Helen's back with gentle long strokes. She had pushed Helen's panties down a little over her firm buttocks, probably so as not to smear them too much with the massage oil. The fragrance of the incense sticks and the almost complete silence, but for the birds singing outside, gave the whole atmosphere an almost mysterious flair. I stopped just on the threshold to the room and retreated a little behind the doorpost to watch the two who hadn't noticed me. I had the idea of taking a few pictures of this highly erotic scene. Helen would surely be surprised when she saw them at home. I quickly changed the film roll and began to take pictures. This camera was great. It didn't make any noise when the shutter snapped, and so the two of them didn't notice my indiscretion. The masseuse continued to slowly stroke Helen’s back and gradually extended her massage to her buttocks. The light in the room streaming in through the blinds over the windows made for a beautiful setting of the scene. During our previous massages, our buttocks were regularly incorporated into the Thai massage treatment, albeit discreetly. However, it would be customary to keep a certain amount of clothing on during the procedure. But on this instance my wife was completely naked except for her tiny g-string panties. I was aroused by the sight of the young woman slowly massaging my wife's bottom, so I continued to remain hidden behind the corner. The Thai woman was now kneading Helen's buttocks with both hands and rubbing some more massage oil on her bottom. I had become increasingly aroused from watching this spectacle, also because I know how much Helen is turned on when I massage her bottom. With light pressure and swift movements, the Thai woman moved her hands along the back of Helen’s thighs downwards and then brought her hands back up to her buttocks where she massaged the two round shiny hemispheres. The rolled-up panties were getting in the way of the Thai woman’s hands and prevented a fluid gliding up and down on Helen's body. The young woman suddenly took hold of the waistband at both sides and slowly pulled the g-string down. As if by refelx, Helen immediately lifted her pelvis to facilitate her undressing and was now lying completely naked in front of the masseuse. With one swift move, the young Thai woman had also stripped naked, certainly very much contrary to normal local custom. Once her dress was removed, I could see her flawless body with smallish, firm breasts and unusually long legs. Her feet with their red varnished toenails were in sandals with medium high heels, which made her legs seem even longer. In addition, both her ankles were adorned with two silver anklets. From where I was standing I could now see that she did not have any pubic hair. Her labia stood out clearly, and between them flashed the silver of a small pussy piercing which looked particularly pretty as a contrast to her dark skin. The atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed strangely changed to me. The distant murmuring voices of some of the monks, the slightly intoxicating scent of the incense sticks, the dimmed sunlight and the shiny naked bodies of the two beautiful women created an almost tangibly erotic feel. I felt aroused at the sight of the tanned, fidgety body of my wife who showed all signs of being highly aroused, and the bronze-coloured masseuse with her long legs and firm buttocks. She ran both palms along Helen's thighs. Again and again I took pictures of this exciting game. She stroked past the back of Helen’s knees, then down to her heels, before gingerly caressing each of Helen’s toes. She then moved her hands back up and started to gently massage Helen’s gorgeous buttocks. I noticed that her hands slipped more and more often into the small space between Helen’s legs. Her fingers with their red nail varnish moved almost imperceptibly further into the crevice between Helen’s thighs. It seemed to me that Helen was becoming even more restless. She was sliding back and forth on the mattress and her pelvis was moving in rhythm with the masseuse’s movements. It seemed that Helen had become very aroused by the massage. Whilst my wife is normally not shy when it comes to sex – she likes to wear sometimes revealing clothes and we have had a number of threesomes and swaps in the past – she has never strayed in the sense that she has never had sex with somebody else without my being present. I was therefore surprised by her obvious excitement and the fact that she had surrendered to it without me. The massage continued for a while. Then, almost in slow motion, Helen spread her legs slightly. At first, the Thai woman did not react in any way to indicate that she had noticed the change. But little by little her movements altered and she began stroking Helen’s legs ever so lightly without any pressure. She then moved her fingertips upward to caress Helen’s thighs and buttocks, with her fingers diving further and further between Helen’s legs. The goose bumps running down Helen's body told very clearly how much she was enjoying these touches. Once again, she shifted her legs so that she was lying on the table with her legs spread wide apart. Her smoothly shaved pussy lips were clearly visible between her buttocks. I felt almost dizzy from the hot sight and had to control myself not to moan out loud. The pretty Thai woman changed her position slightly so that she was now stood directly between Helen’s feet enabling her to see directly between Helen's legs from behind. Her fingers lightly stroked along the insides of Helen’s thighs, but always paused just in front of the dark crevice and then moved back down again. Helen had stretched out on the table and seemed to meet the masseuse’s fingers with her pelvis each time they slid along her thighs. The young Thai woman seemed to enjoy this game as well. But she made no effort to take any further initiative on her own. It rather seemed as if she was trying to get Helen to demand further caresses. Helen was so aroused by now that she let out little sighs from time to time. She had now given up her fight against any reservations and spread her legs even wider. Now her sex was freely accessible to my gaze and the masseuse’s fingers. Her labia were slightly open and shining with wetness. The masseuse immediately rewarded Helen's submission with gentle touches. She stroked around the inviting pussy presented to her. With one hand she lightly stroked the red lips while the other lightly kneaded Helen's buttocks. I hadn’t felt such arousal for a long time. Watching my wife being pleasured by a strange woman made me tremble. My heart was beating wildly and my cock was throbbing because it was so hard filled with blood. My first instinct was to enter the room and join in the lovemaking. In my imagination, I pictured the young pretty stranger and me spoiling my Helen. But my fear of destroying the situation and frightening them both was greater. What I witnessed and saw fired my imagination of how Helen would react when she would see the photos I was taking and when she could then reveal her lust for her masseuse to me. The woman's fingers became more and more determined and with her middle finger she slid through Helen's hot pussy. Her naked body was now nestled against Helen's side and she was stroking her back with her other hand. I could clearly see her rubbing Helen's wetness covering her labia and her engorged clitoris. Helen was shifting her body up and down, from side to side, such was her desire to be touched and caressed. She moaned loudly. Again and again, the nude Thai beauty caressed Helen’s protruding clitoris with circular movements of her slender fingers. I kept taking photos of this sexy spectacle. The rhythm became a little faster until the masseuse let her middle finger slide gently into Helen's wet pussy. She performed slow and gentle fucking movements inside Helen with her middle finger. With her other hand she massaged Helen's mound, while her finger continued to plunge deep inside Helen’s labia. Helen squirmed back and forth and straightened her upper body. The young masseuse saw this as a sign to massage Helen's firm breasts with one hand. She obliged and began to alternate between kneading Helen’s firm breasts and playing with her erect nipples with deft fingers. The other hand continued to switch from caressing Helen's clitoris and sliding a finger into Helen’s wet pussy, increasing intensity and speed in the process. The Thai woman then skilfully pushed first a second and then a third finger into Helen's pussy and moved her wet fingers in and out. Helen made deep, throaty, moaning sounds. She pushed her body up onto her knees and stretched her bottom up in the air. The Thai woman then coaxed Helen to lie on her back. My beautiful naked wife was now lying on the massage table with her legs spread wide apart. The Thai masseuse, who was still wearing her sandals but was otherwise naked, swung a leg over Helen and the table and thus ended up kneeling backwards over Helen and lowered her pussy over Helen's face. I was amazed! Helen did not show the slightest resistance to this lesbian assault. Perhaps no wonder as this Thai woman completely dominated the erotic situation. She gently moved her pussy down onto Helen's face and closed her eyes in pleasure, for Helen had meanwhile begun to kiss and lick the Thai woman's pussy with her tongue and lips. I witnessed a lesbian scene that I would not have thought Helen capable of. She had French-kissed a friend before, whom she had also given oral sex and from whom she had received oral sex. But a full-blown 69… The Thai beauty pushed three fingers back into Helen's pussy and massaged her swollen clit with her other hand. As she did so, her pelvis was hovering over the face of my moaning wife. Their movements became faster and faster and I could tell from the sharp sounds that Helen was about to explode into an orgasm. Helen was moaning loudly and pushed her pelvis against the fingers inside her pussy. Her sounds of pleasure became more and more piercing. She was still lying on her back, but with her back slightly arched, moving her hips in rhythm with her ecstasy. The Thai woman had slid to the side a bit without pulling her fingers out of Helen. Helen's mouth and the pretty Thai girl's pussy were still joined in a tender kiss. Between the moans, the kissing and licking of this intimate connection could be heard echoing in the room. The Thai woman then reached with one hand into a small chest of drawers that was under the table and pulled out a long, dark object. It was only on my second glance that I realized that it was a long dildo made of dark wood. It resembled the shape of a penis with a clearly defined circumcised helmet. The dimensions of the dildo shocked me a little, but the prospect of seeing my wife being satisfied with it made my blood and horniness surge further. Helen had not noticed much of all this due to her horniness and abandon and willingly let herself be used in her massive orgasm. She lay unchanged with narrowed eyes under the woman and enjoyed the last few tremors of her orgasm. The young Thai woman took some oil from the massage bottle with her free hand and began to oil the dildo along its entire length. Once the oil was spread, she took hold of the impressive dildo and gently guided it toward Helen's pussy. Then she withdrew her fingers from Helen to immediately press the dildo against Helen's labia. Helen was momentarily startled by this new touch and wanted to turn around to see what was in the process of entering her pussy. But the petite Thai woman had shifted her weight back on top of Helen and so held her in position. With gentle pressure, she pressed the dark dildo with the large rounded head against Helen's labia. It seemed that the dildo could be too big and thick for Helen to receive. She moaned and pushed her pelvis towards the phallus. The young woman again slightly increased the pressure and finally the dildo slowly slid into Helen's pussy. It was a highly erotic and arousing image. A soft gasp escaped her chest and she slumped down. Slowly, the naked Thai masseuse began to slide the dildo back and forth inside Helen. Helen's defences were broken and she moaned loudly with pleasure. Deeper and deeper the dildo disappeared inside my wife, only to reappear almost completely shortly afterwards. With each thrust, she pressed her mouth firmly onto the young woman's pussy. She continued to kiss, lick and caress the Thai woman's pussy lips and clitoris as the masseuse slowly and skilfully moved the dildo up and down inside Helen. The wetness of Helen’s love juice was visible on the dildo. With her other hand, the masseuse began stroking the juice over Helen's bottom. She massaged and rubbed the insides of Helen’s buttocks and then also the rosebud until my wife was completely wet there too. The Thai beauty reduced the pace of the rhythm with which she slid the dildo into Helen’s pussy so as not to make Helen come too quickly. Her free hand again brushed along Helen’s labia until her fingers were shiny wet. Then she stroked Helen's bottom with one fingertip. When Helen felt the woman's finger on her shiny bottom, she breathed a clear "Yes!" and at the same time trembled with pleasure when the dildo was moved deeper into her pussy again. The Thai woman focussed her caressing on Helen's bottom now and moved her slippery fingers around the twitching anal opening. Then she pushed the dark phallus deep into my wife’s sex. At the same time, the Thai woman drove a fingertip into Helen's backdoor and began to gently and tenderly widen it. The movements of the dildo buried deep inside her and the finger in her bottom unleashed a new surge of pleasure to which Helen surrendered completely. Gasping for breath, she moaned again and again: "Yes............ don't stop!". In the meantime, the pretty Thai masseuse had sunk a whole finger into Helen and let it circle gently. She let go of the dildo for a short moment. The end piece stuck out of Helen's pussy and Helen tried to increase the friction between her pussy walls and the dildo by performing rhythmic movements with her pelvis. She was adamant for the dildo to continue fucking her. So she seized the end piece and started pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. But the young woman was not content with only pleasuring Helen’s bum. So she took over again from Helen and resumed pushing the dildo into Helen’s pussy. Helen moaned loudly with unbridled pleasure and pressed her pelvis against the resistance of the dildo in her pussy and the finger in her butthole. The sight of my wife lying panting on the table with that dark dildo stuck in her, with that finger stimulating her anus and with Helen continuing performing oral sex on the pretty Thai woman was the one of the most arousing things I had ever seen. The young woman was now moving the dildo faster and faster inside my Helen, continuing the tender stroking around her bottom. Helen begged for more and wanted to feel the big phallus even deeper inside her. My wife suddenly had a powerful orgasm that seemed to hit her in waves. The Thai woman let the love stick slide into Helen's pussy. How I would have loved to be involved and to participate! I kept snapping more pictures of the sexy spectacle that presented itself to me. The pretty Thai woman herself was now moving faster and faster over Helen's mouth and then she also came with some deep moaning. In the meantime, my wife had fallen back onto her back and was lying on the table with her arms and legs stretched out. She was completely exhausted and too inert to move. The Thai woman moved her body away from Helen’s and stood on her feet again. She was still wearing her sandals that she had kept on during the entire lovemaking. She began to gently wipe Helen dry with a towel. When she ran the towel over my wife's pussy, only a soft moan escaped Helen’s mouth. The young naked woman guided the wand to Helen's mouth, who understood the signal and eagerly licked the phallus clean of her own juices. The masseuse tenderly helped Helen put her blouse and shorts back on, and I noticed that she left the tiny panties off. Then she laid Helen on her back to rest on the table. I quickly slipped out of the building so as not to encounter the young woman who had quietly left the room, still nude but for her sandals. I went for a short walk to give Helen a moment to catch her breath. After half an hour I returned, pretending to come back from my outing. Helen was sitting on a floor-level cushion leaning against the wall, her face still looking quite flushed. When I asked her how the massage had gone, she replied briefly that it had done her a world of good. I bet it had! When we got back to our room, Helen started to liven up again. She undressed (still no sign of her g-string) and said she would lie down for a moment. I went to take a shower, and when I came back to the room my Helen was lying naked on the bed, her abdomen resting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread as wide as they would go. The fingers of one hand were caressing her pussy, whose lips were still swollen, while with her other hand she was caressing her firm breasts. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing was heavy. When she saw me, she whispered: "Darling, I'm so horny, please lick me and finish me off nicely. I've been looking forward to this moment with you all day today." I was again immediately aroused. She was tenderly massaging her nipple between her fingers. The fingers of her other hand were dancing around her clitoris. Her pussy was shining with wetness. I could feel the demanding impatience emanating from her. Again she begged me: "I am so crazy about you. Please lick my pussy. And I'm crazy about your cock too." I was happy to oblige and lowered my mouth to her pussy smelling of her lust. After a while, I became even more aroused. I straightened up and placed my cock, throbbing with desire, at the opening of her pussy. She moaned: "Fuck me." Slowly I slid my cock into her pussy which was still very wet and receptive from her continued arousal. As I built up a slow, delicious rhythm, Helen stretched her pelvis invitingly towards me and began pleasuring her clitoris with her fingers, a practice that always excites us, but this time it was especially sexy. I matched my rhythm to the way Helen was masturbating her pussy. And we gave free rein to our lust as hardly ever before. It wasn't long before I realised that my orgasm was close. All the pent-up lust now wanted to be released. My wife was also approaching another climax, and as I pushed my cock firmly into her pussy, I shot my sperm deep into her womb, and Helen also came in waves to a releasing orgasm. Once we are back home, I will tell her that I watched and photographed her and the pretty Thai woman undressing and then making love and how much watching them excited me. I am sure we will both have a lot of fun with the photos.