The events that led to my wife Helen and I having our first tantric massage session together took place last year. We had planned to stay a week in Amsterdam to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We were staying in a beautiful spacious room in a lovely hotel in the city centre and were enjoying the canal walks and museums there. One evening, while going through a cultural event magazine, she came across an advert for a tantric massage. She asked me what I thought of it to which I replied that this could be a good and erotic experience, but that it could also go very wrong. She encouraged me to look up the masseuse’s website. It was very tasteful and appealing setting out the various services that this lady (Angelina) was offering and giving the option of having the massage at her studio or at the customer’s home or hotel room. She looked very attractive with a beaming smile, slim and short, dark hair. Angelina’s website also stated that she could cater for couples. Helen looked at me and asked: „Shall we give her a try?” I found the idea of a naked tantric massage with Helen and a masseuse arousing and did not wait a second to declare that I was game. Helen rang Angelina and explained what we had in mind. This must have made sense to Angelina because the two of them agreed for the massage to take place the next evening in our hotel room. The next day was a hot day, so Helen and I decided to stay most of the day in a big park in the west of the city, walking, reading and sun-bathing. Because of the heat, Helen was wearing only a loose-fitting blouse, a very short and figure-hugging pair of shorts and a pair of strappy sandals. She certainly looked very sexy and received many appreciative and lustful glances from men. This together with the anticipation of what was to come in the evening made me extremely horny and I could hardly keep my hands off her. In the late afternoon we decided it was time to have some dinner as we wanted to be back at our hotel in good time to get ready for Angelina’s massage. Over dinner we confessed to each other that we were a bit nervous but also very aroused at the thought of what was going to happen. We decided that it would probably be best if Helen went first with her massage with me watching and perhaps joining in later on. Then it would be my turn, this time with Helen watching and joining in the fun at a later point. I asked her if she wanted to cum by being massaged and fingered by Angelina. She reflected for a moment and then said: „If the atmosphere is right and you are okay with this and as long as I end up having your cock in my pussy at the end of the evening, then I would love to have this experience.” Wow, I was looking forward to the evening even more. Then Helen put the same question to me: „When Angelina gives you a handjob later, do you want this to go all the way?” I looked at her and said: „I don’t think so. It would be sexy if she massaged my cock with her hands and you could watch her teasing me. But I am unlike you: you can cum several times. I want to keep my orgasm for you, darling. But maybe Angelina is okay to stay with us until the grand finale.” We agreed that we should ask Angelina. With these ground rules agreed upon, we walked back to our hotel hand-in-hand. We made two cups of tea in our room and Helen had just enough time to brush and tidy her hair, when we received a phone call on our mobile. It was Angelina who had arrived at the hotel and was waiting in the reception foyer. Could we please come and pick her up from there? Helen and I looked at each other, a glance full of love for each other, a glance of erotic anticipation and nervous tension. “Can you please go and pick her up, darling?” Helen asked. I realised she needed a bit more time to prepare mentally and steady her nerves. So I went downstairs to reception. I recognised Angelina straightaway: she looked every bit as attractive as she looked on the photos. She was wearing a shoulder-free short summer dress whose hemline finished at mid-thigh level. The way the dress was like a second skin, I thought it was pretty likely that she was braless. Her outfit was complemented by a pair of strap sandals which together with her silver anklet and red varnished toe nails gave her a very sexy appearance, but with a classy touch rather than a cheap one. Anyway, I was very pleased with our choice. We introduced ourselves and then I guided her towards the lift. It was an empowering thought for me to walk through the corridors of this hotel with the second attractive lady within the space of half an hour. As I was standing opposite her in the lift with its bright light, I guessed that in fact she was not wearing a bra under her tube dress as I could make out the silhouette of her nipples pressing against the fabric. So I was beginning to wonder if she was perhaps also pantyless. Quite possible given the tightness of her dress and the fact that I could not make out the tiniest of panty lines. Anyway, our conversation flowed easily, she was well-spoken and before long we arrived at our room door. I gently tapped on the door just to give Helen a warning, and then I opened the door. Helen came towards us and the greeting between her and Angelina was as warm as it had been between her and me. Helen was visibly more composed and less self-conscious. She was wearing the same clothes as before but I noticed she had opened two buttons of her blouse so that her cleavage was a very deep one giving Angelina and me a good view of a good part of her breasts. I was very happy to see that Helen had calmed her nerves and was showing herself so liberated and self-confident about her body. We sat down (with Helen and I next to each other on the sofa and Angelina opposite us in an armchair). We had a glass of wine and started chatting. The conversation flowed easily and we all felt at ease. I noticed that as Angelina had sat down and was moving in the armchair from time to time, her dress had been pushed up. In fact most of her thighs were now visible with her dress just stopping short at the junction of her legs with her buttocks. Her slender and tanned legs looked marvellous and I considered myself a lucky guy to be in the company of these two scantily dressed ladies. Then Helen and I explained what we had in mind for our tantric massage session. At the end, Angelina asked us if we wanted a happy ending. “I can feel that I will be in very good hands with you, Angelina. So if the point of no-return comes and your hands are all over me, then I would love to cum. What about you, Jonathan?” Helen replied. I explained that I wanted to save my orgasm for the finale with Helen, at which point Angelina asked:” Would you like some intimate time together at the end?” We confirmed this and Angelina asked again: “With me around or without me?” Again Helen was first to answer: “Angelina, if the chemistry is right I think it would be very sexy if you could stay with us until the end and watch or get involved, whatever you feel comfortable with. Jonathan and I agreed on this earlier on.” With these ground rules set, Angelina got up from her armchair and said:” Would you like to get undressed and have a shower beforehand?” After the hot day this sounded like an excellent idea. Whilst it is always a thrill to watch Helen undress, this time it was particularly exciting knowing it was happening in front of Angelina. So off came her blouse, leaving her topless, then her shorts. The only item of clothing she still had on was her rather miniscule g-string which had been on display earlier on when she was sunbathing in the park topless in just her g-string. Without further ado, she pulled it down, so she was entirely naked but for her sandals which she removed last bending over and displaying her buttocks and pussy to great effect. Her all-over tan, her beautiful breasts and smoothly shaven pubic zone looked so tempting that I found it hard not to start making love to her right there and then. So we were showering in the bathroom, soaping and lathering each other while kissing passionately. My cock had grown to a solid erection, and Helen’s stroking it was certainly increasing the arousal I felt. Helen was responding to the situation similarly: as I caressed her pussy lips, they were oozing her pussy juice. Just then there was a gentle tap on the bathroom door and Angelina appeared, completely naked, with a beaming smile, an all-over tan, beautifully shaped breasts and a clean-shaven mons veneris. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked. We of course did not mind and encouraged her to join us in the shower. She stepped into the walk-in shower and stood behind me. I now had the blissful pleasure of being sandwiched by two sexy naked ladies, both soaping my body from neck to toe. At one point I felt how Angelina’s hands were sliding to my front and seized my fully erect cock. “Hm, a good size.” she commented in a low voice. “That’s why I married him,” Helen replied laughing. “I must remember this criterion before I get married,” Angelina continued the banter. We felt very much at ease with each other. I just knew that I was approaching an orgasm way too quickly, so I suggested that Helen take my place in the middle. That’s what she did so that she was sandwiched between Angelina and me, with her face to me. Angelina’s hands were first all over Helen’s back and buttocks before they started soaping and caressing Helen’s wonderful breasts. Helen had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply, also because I was concentrating my caresses on her pubic area and pussy. With Helen and me passionately French kissing once more, Angelina suggested that we move to the bedroom for the massage. Naked as we were, we went next door where Helen lay on the bed with her face down. I made myself comfortable in the armchair at the footend of the bed which would give me a grandstand view of proceedings. In fact during Helen’s entire massage, while Angelina was squatting and kneeling on the bed bending over Helen, I enjoyed an unobstructed view of Angelina’s toned legs, shapely bum and clean shaven pussy. Angelina began her massage on Helen by gently rubbing oil into her shoulders and along her arms. She then slowly worked her way down Helen’s body until she had reached her buttocks. She paused for a moment, probably to gauge Helen’s reaction, and then proceeded to rub more oil onto her buttocks and to caressingly knead them. Helen sighed a sigh of appreciation and relaxation. Angelina continued massaging Helen’s legs down to her toes which she lovingly incorporated into her massage. Her hands then went up Helen’s legs again. As she reached the junction of thighs and buttocks, she slid one hand into the gap between Helen’s thighs and asked in a low voice:” Would you like to open your legs for me please?” Helen complied without saying a word; she was merely inhaling a sharp breath as Angelina’s hand must have got very near her pussy or touched it. For the next few minutes Angelina continued caressing Helen’s buttocks, her thighs and her pussy lips. Helen had by now totally submitted to Angelina’s hands and sighed whenever these hands got anywhere near her pussy. Angelina’s next move was amazing: she poured copious amounts of the massage oil into her hands and sensuously rubbed this onto her upper body. While doing this, she had turned her head to me and was looking at me in a provocative manner. This was eroticism at its very best. Angelina then lowered her body over Helen’s until they were skin-to-skin. She began to gently rub her body over Helen’s and it looked as if they were almost becoming one body. “Oh my goodness,” was all Helen could mutter. This went on for a good 10 minutes before Angelina again asked in a low voice:” Do you want to turn over for me, darling?” Helen did as she was asked and positioned herself such that her legs were splayed wide offering me and Angelina an unobstructed view of her pussy which looked so invitingly open and wet. Angelina poured more oil over Helen’s chest and breasts and began massaging them ever so gently. She paid particular attention to Helen’s nipples rolling them between her fingers as she went along. I knew that Helen was in 7th heaven and this was confirmed when she looked at me and whispered:” This so sexy, my love. This massage is turning me on so much and I am so horny knowing you are watching us. I want to cum by being massaged and fingered. Do you want me to come, darling?” “Helen, darling, I want you to have fun and to relax. And if this means that you cum from getting a massage by a sexy lady like Angelina, then that’s perfect. Besides, I am having fun watching the two of you.” This seemed to be a signal for Angelina to increase the heat. Once again, she poured massage oil into her hands and rubbed it into her upper body. This time she put on a quite a show by stroking and caressing her breasts and nipples. “My word, Angelina, you are so sexy,” Helen said. I could only agree. “Then we are a good match because you two are a very sexy couple.” was Angelina’s reply. She then lowered herself down hovering over Helen while keeping her balance on her hands and knees. By doing this, she blatantly displayed her bum and pussy to my eyes and I felt the distinct temptation to take Angelina in the doggystyle position. I resisted as I wanted to continue to enjoy the show. Just then Angelina sank her body down upon Helen’s and started performing slow-motion, sensuous movements with her skin gliding over Helen’s. Helen was moaning by now, especially when Angelina’s breasts were rubbing over hers. This was sensational, high-voltage, lesbian eroticism and I could only imagine how turned on Helen would have been. She was clearly heading towards an orgasm. There were moments when Angelina and Helen’s lips came tantalisingly close so that I wondered if they were going to start French-kissing. But it did not happen but instead Angelina planted a few kisses on Helen’s neck. This went on for another few minutes before Angelina raised her body from Helen’s. She looked at me and said:” Would you like to come over and help me, please?” I was over and on the bed in a fraction of a second. Angelina had positioned herself over Helen’s lower body making it clear that she wanted me to look after Helen’s upper body. So I started gently massaging Helen’s breasts as Angelina began caressing her thighs and pussy. I realised that if Helen was to orgasm, then it would happen by Angelina’s fingers. I was happy with this as I could already see how enticing Angelina’s fingers with the red varnish looked as they were caressing Helen’s pussy and clitoris. I bent down towards Helen’s face and our lips met, opened and we were passionately French kissing as Angelina continued performing her Yoni massage on Helen’s pussy. When Helen gasped, I first sensed and then saw that Angelina had moved two fingers into Helen’s pussy sliding them in and out in a fucking motion while caressing Helen’s clitoris with her thumb. Helen was fast approaching her orgasm, so I whispered in her ear:” Cum baby, cum and let go.” It took only a few more moments before Helen erupted into an orgasm which made her moan so loud I suspected it might be heard on the hotel corridor or in the adjacent rooms. As Helen calmed down from her orgasm I wondered that I would never have thought that witnessing another lady pleasuring my wife and bringing her to orgasm almost singlehandedly would give me such a mix of arousal, pride and sensuality of being able to observe her in a girl-on-girl act. And then it was my turn. I took Helen’s place on the bed face down whilst she sat down in the armchair where I had been. Angelina started to massage me and explore my skin, brushing over my bum and increasing my excitement yet again. I then heard her pour oil into her hands which she spread generously into the nape of my lower back. When her hands moved over my bum again, they lingered there and then aided by the oil slipped into the gap between my thighs. As if prompted by autopilot, I opened my legs a bit. I could feel my own arousal grow. It grew even further when I felt Angelina lowering her body onto mine to perform long, slow and sensuous movements up and down. The feeling of her skin on my skin was glorious and my body was tingling all over. This went on for what felt like way too short a time. Then with her sexy voice, she asked me to turn over. I wasted no time and did as requested, with my cock being fully erect and leaking precum profusely. Then I heard Angelina’s voice again as she beckoned Helen over to give her a helping hand. I raised my head a bit and was spellbound, facing two wonderfully beautiful ladies, both in their naked glory. Never mind their different hairstyles, they both looked enchanting with their fully nude hour-glass bodies, firm breasts, completely shaved pubic zone (making both their pussies visible) and slender legs. Angelina’s next move was once again amazing: she poured warm oil in Helen’s hands and guided them to her own breasts. The intention was clear: Helen started to massage Angelina’s breasts and explored her skin, brushing over her erect nipples. Angelina turned around so that Helen could oil her neck, moving down past her shoulders to the nape of her lower back. When her hands moved over Angelina’s bum, I could hear Angelina moaning softly. It was obvious that Angelina was no longer merely our masseuse but she had become our lover for that night. After this short lesbian interlude, Angelina once again turned her attention to me. She climbed over my body and lowered herself down so that she came lying on my body. What an exquisite feeling as she started slow lateral and upward and downward movements. As she slid over my cock I could feel it knowingly moving towards her pussy, just stopping short before it would have penetrated her. I tried to imagine what the view for Helen would be and how she felt about her husband almost making love to our masseuse in front of her very eyes. Would she be jealous or as turned on as I was the first time that I witnessed her fucking a mutual friend of ours? My concerns were quickly dispelled as I heard Helen:” Oh my God, this looks so sexy, Jonathan. I cannot believe I am getting so horny by watching both of you like this.” Angelina’s ministrations continued for another while but all too soon, she broke off this wonderful body-to-body massage and knelt down next to me on the bed. She invited Helen to position herself on the other side of me. What happened next I will not forget in a hurry. Their hands started working together on my body, teasing my erogenous areas by slight touches and sensations. I could feel how Angelina was taking the lead in teasing me. Her hands brushed over my testicles, then cupped them while Helen’s hands were brushing lightly over my chest. Angelina then took hold of my cock, held on to it for a moment so that I could feel my pulse thumping against the palm of her hand. Then she started a slow but firm pumping movement, forcing the foreskin all the way down over the helmet which was very wet and looked hard and swollen from pent-up desire. She was in total control over my arousal. And as if to emphasise her control, she looked at Helen and asked;” What do you think, Helen darling, what does it look like when I give your hubby a handjob?” “It looks so horny, what do you think, Jonathan?” Helen asked. “Oh wow,” was all I could say. And then: “Kiss me, baby.” Helen bent over as she started French kissing me, with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. When we broke our kissing, I opened my eyes for a few seconds and saw Helen’s beautiful face while she was leaning over my body looking mesmerised at how Angelina was masturbating my cock. Angelina’s handjob on my cock certainly looked very sexy as her slender fingers with their red varnish slid up and down my fully erect cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, bringing me close to the edge, just to slow down again and keep me on the edge for quite some time. This went on for a while; it was painfully delicious for me and almost too much to bear. Then Angelina looked at Helen and asked: „Do you want to make love to each other now?” “Yes, I cannot wait to have this lovely cock in my pussy,” Helen replied. “Would you like me to leave you alone?” Angelina asked. “Oh no, please stay with us. It will be lovely having you with us and knowing that you will watch us fucking. Perhaps you want to play with yourself.” Helen replied. “You bet I want to. Then come on and mount his cock. He can hardly wait.” Helen swung her leg over my body and positioned herself so that her pussy was hovering tantalisingly over the tip of my cock. Angelina could feel that we were desperate to eventually fuck in front of her. So I felt how one of her hands took hold of my cock and guided it gently towards Helen’s open pussy. It was ever so slowly that Helen lowered her body so that eventually my cock entered her waiting pussy. She was on top of me now and with the control she had, she was riding me gently and slowly. I actually felt being loved by her, a wonderful feeling which was given an extra erotic dimension because we knew we were being watched by Angelina. It was an incredible sight to see Helen riding up and down on my cock, her beautiful face above me and her suckable breasts softly bouncing with our rhythm. As I had my eyes open now taking in Helen’s beauty sitting on my cock, I noticed some movement next to us. The sight I had was amazing: Angelina was lying on her back, her legs were splayed wide open. With one hand she was caressing her clitoris whilst with two fingers of her other hand she was pumping in and out of her pussy as she was finger-fucking herself. Helen smiled at me and whispered:” Do you like what you see?” “Yeah, babe, it looks so sexy. And it feels so good when you ride my cock,” was all I could respond as Helen was slowly grinding her hips back and forth. She began fucking me harder and occasionally my cock penetrated her pussy all the way to the very hilt. I reached up and began rolling her nipples between my fingers while Helen’s fingers moved down and she started pleasuring her clitoris with her fingers. Helen said loudly: “I love your cock, darling.” Before I could say anything, Angelina raised her husky voice and whispered: „You love big cocks, don’t you? You love big cocks in your pussy when they fill you with their spunk, don’t you?” Helen and I would sometimes do a bit of dirty talk during our love-making but we had never had a sex partner who would do the dirty talk for our benefit. It was a very erotic moment, especially when Helen replied equally huskily:“ I love big cocks in my pussy. They are the only ones allowed to fuck me.” Wow, this sounded so sexy. All this build-up and now the dirty talk made us all ready for our orgasm. First it was Angelina who announced hers. She was still lying next to us caressing her clitoris and sliding her fingers in and out of her by now very wet pussy. She came first sighing, then moaning and with closed eyes her body convulsed as the force of her orgasm shook her. She was such an erotic sight which Helen and I watched intensely as she continued to ride my cock. Eventually Helen let out a loud moan. She rotated her hips in a circular motion as she was very near her orgasm. “Oh my god, I am cumming,” she moaned. This set me off and over the edge although Helen was already slowing the force of her hip movements. “Oh, cum in her pussy,” Angelina edged me on. I didn’t need a second invitation as I felt Helen squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles. And then I came, and how I came. I flooded Helen’s pussy with my sperm. It was a sensational orgasm that went on for a while before I could breathe normally again and realised what had just happened. It seemed to have been a similar experience for Helen who looked at me and smiled. “Did you enjoy putting on a sex show for Angelina?” she asked me. Before I could answer, she had disentangled her pussy from my cock, bent down and began to suck my cock which was of course very much covered with her and my combined juices. Even though I had just exploded into a huge orgasm, I was instantly hard again. It was not only that Helen was performing one of her stellar blowjobs on me, but I also realised that Angelina was intently watching us in this intimate act. I wondered if Helen was performing this blowjob so blatantly for my benefit (to start a second round) or for Angelina`s benefit. But before things escalated too much, Helen stopped and came up face to face with me. She gave me a long passionate French kiss when I tasted our combined love juices. “Wow, that looks so horny,” Angelina said. “Shall we go and have a shower together?” she suggested. We agreed and once inside the shower, there were once again hands all over our bodies soaping and caressing each other. Once outside the shower and dry again, we sat down on the bed and had another glass of wine together. We stayed naked the whole time and I was treated to the view of these two sexy ladies in their naked glory. In the course of the conversation, I asked Angelina if she preferred giving tantric massages to single men or to couples. “Oh, definitely to couples. I feel more secure and also it comes with the added benefit that in most cases I can watch a couple making love to each other which can make me very horny. But what I like best is when my boyfriend comes along and we can have a foursome with another nice and sexy couple.” Helen smirked and I could tell that she was intrigued, whether this was because of the sexiness of the whole situation or whether she was actually interested in this scenario, I could not tell for sure. She merely said enigmatically:” Let’s wait and see what happens over the next few days.” Eventually Angelina decided it was time to leave us. When she dressed, I got confirmation of my earlier assumption, namely that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. She put on her sandals and just pulled her dress over her head to cover her otherwise naked body. When she noticed that we had noticed, she simply and said:” My boyfriend likes me not to wear any panties under my dress or skirt. And my clients too.” Hugging both Helen and me and giving us both a quick kiss on our lips, she went out through the door. Would we see her again?