The Full Package - Tuesday

When Nisa finished with his feet and toes, she moved up to his head and whispered to him to roll over. She held the towel up while he did so, providing a semblance of privacy, but when he laid back down, he discovered to his shame that her accidental brushing as well as watching his wife had affected him more than he had realized. His cock had thickened and grown to a half-erection and definitely created a bulge in the towel.

He was glad that Nisa began applying a new cream to his face, as he was sure that he had turned beet red.

After gently rubbing in the cream, Nisa placed a hot towel over his face and began working with the oil again on his shoulders and chest. When her hands stroked down over his nipples to feather out to his sides, he had yet another realization: he hadn't been watching when Lisa turned over and couldn't tell how Pablo had covered her breasts -- if he had at all!

Dave had heard from female friends that some salons in Europe just massage the breasts as if the client was a man, to avoid making it awkward as well as for increased circulation -- supposedly - but Dave had always been suspicious of the justification as well as the therapeutic benefits. His blood began to pump harder in anxiety and, admittedly, a little excitement at thinking of what was going on a few feet away.

When he heard his wife give a small gasp, then a giggle, he nearly tore off the warm towel from his face, but just then Nisa peeled it off herself and when he turned, with forced casualness, to look over at his wife, Pablo's hands were already down at her stomach rubbing in slow circles.

Her breasts, however, were completely exposed and her large pink nipples were obviously stiff and pointing straight at the ceiling. The sight of his wife's bare breasts, with their wide areola's and hard nipples still gleaming from the oil, had an immediate effect on Dave. The knowledge that they were bare to Pablo, and the fact that he had obviously just been rubbing oil on them, made it all the worse in terms of how fast the blood was pumping to his groin and how stiff his cock had become.

Nisa had already begun massaging his hips and he had no doubt that she was aware of the obvious tent he had accidentally created. He looked at her face, now barely a foot from the apex of the towel, and he could tell that she was staring intently at it, although the rest of her face was carefully expressionless.

Fortunately, Nisa didn't mention his condition, but she couldn't help but move the towel when she stroked around his hips and abdomen. It was almost comical as she pressed on his pubic bone and down into the joints around his groin, since the small towel now just barely covered the full eight inches of his cock and each time she pressed down, the shaft would be pulled one way or another then spring back into place. The friction from the towel's movement was undermining his attempts to think of something non-sexual, and he was giving up hope of "willing" his erection to go down.

He hoped that Lisa hadn't noticed his embarrassing situation, and he looked over to see her eyes still closed and her towel still demurely covering her pubic area. Pablo had switched to her thighs - keeping his hands down below the edge of the towel, but Dave noticed that he kept glancing over at him, almost as if he were checking to see if Dave was watching him.

Just then Nisa pulled his right knee out to the side, exposing his inner thigh and right buttock. He looked up at her, but she ignored his questioning glance and concentrated on pushing a deep stroke with both hands into his muscles from the knee all the way up into his groin. When her thumbs touched his balls they began kneading the joints and muscles all around his scrotum, pressing deeply at one point on either side of his perineum.

Without any hesitation, Nisa shifted her hold and swung his knee up towards his chest, stretching his hamstring -- but also causing the towel to slide up his erection. Dave was afraid to look, but he could feel that the towel was now just dangling from the tip and from the sudden draft he could tell that the rest of his shaft and balls must be fully exposed.

Dave glanced over towards the other table, but his view was blocked by Pablo's back. All he could see was his wife's face -- her eyes firmly closed and her mouth slightly open -- and her right knee up by her breast. Pablo was leaning over her leg to push the stretch just as Nisa was doing to him, but his right arm was moving in a circular motion.

Before he could assimilate what that meant, he felt Nisa's hand again, this time pushing into his right buttock and continuing on into his groin. While never directly stroking his genitals, her hand rubbed purposefully all around them, brushing them with the backs of her fingertips as she massaged his groin and pubic area thoroughly. The towel never quite fell off completely, and its weight on the tip of his cock kept it pointing up towards his head. At one point Nisa gently grasped his shaft to hold it aside as she rubbed over his pubic bone down to the base of his erection.

She was so professional and confident in her movements that Dave never quite felt the moment was right to question her, even though his face was thoroughly flushed with embarrassment at his state of excitement. He could only hope that she was used to her other male customers experiencing similar problems.

When she moved to the other side of the table to do the same with his left leg, he was so distracted by all the stimulation around his penis that he forgot to look over and see what was going on with Lisa. When he heard her give a low moan and he finally did glance over, Nisa was blocking his view of her from the waist down. He did see that her left knee was up near her chest, just as Nisa had placed his.

Dave belatedly began to wonder what was going on with her towel and what exactly Pablo could see at this point, but he suddenly had to refocus on his own situation when he felt Nisa's finger rubbing oil right around his asshole.

She stroked with one finger, occasionally pressing into the tight muscles around the sphincter, while her other hand continued its rubbing around his pubic area. His leg remained bent in its stretch, so other having to occasionally push aside his swollen balls, she had direct access to his sensitive anus.

Dave groaned involuntarily when Nisa's finger momentarily slipped inside him -- accidentally, he thought at first. It kept circling back and sliding in, though, and soon she was stroking it up inside almost an inch as his muscles began to relax. Each time she did so, his cock would give an answering jerk upwards and the second time it happened the towel finally gave up and slipped off the tip, causing his erection to pop up like a spring.

He looked up to see a slight wrinkle around Nisa's lips as she suppressed a smile, but there was no pause in her ministrations around his genitals.

Dave had never had a masseuse massage him so intimately before and the small amount of brainpower that wasn't focused on the wonderful feelings in his groin wondered whether this was customary at the hotel or if this had been specially arranged for them both. Them both… a tiny voice was telling him that he should be worried about something.

Before he could respond to the small but urgent voice, his cock felt a soft, gentle stroke along its upper surface. He immediately looked down and saw Nisa's hand stroking again over his balls and the shaft of his cock. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You like me to touch here?" she asked.

Dave found that his mouth was quite dry, so it took him a moment to reply. "What?" he asked with a slight crack in his voice.

She teasingly stroked his balls and shaft once again with the tips of her fingers, sliding the middle finger of her other hand slightly deeper into his ass. "You want me to massage here?" she repeated, her breath in his ear causing a tingling down his spine.

"Mmmm" he responded, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards for more contact on his straining cock.

She seemed to take that as a yes as she poured a healthy amount of oil onto the tip of his penis and spread it over the head and down the shaft. It felt excruciatingly good after the build-up and Dave could only moan and thrust as Nisa gave his cock the first of several long, slow strokes, squeezing the skin up over the head at the top before sliding back down to the thick base.

He heard a groan to his left and suddenly he remembered the small voice's warning. He could just barely see past Nisa's hips, but what he saw almost made him scream in anger at the same time it nearly caused him to cum in Nisa's expert hands.

While his emotions reacted instantly, Dave's mind only slowly processed the horrible scene in front of him:

Lisa's left knee was up near her breasts and her rapid breathing and erect nipples made her excitement obvious. Her left leg was wrapped around Pablo's waist in what would normally be considered a hamstring stretch, but which had a much more intimate implication in the context of her near-complete nudity.

Her towel, never large to begin with, had been pushed up over her belly button and the lower edge now barely reached the top of her pussy. At least, that was Dave's best guess, since Pablo's large hand now completely covered his wife's bare pussy from her pubic bone down.

As he watched in stunned silence, Pablo methodically pressed the heel of his palm in a circle over Lisa's clit while two of his long fingers pumped smoothly in and out of her wet puffy lips. His left arm was extended further down between her legs where Dave could barely make out his other hand moving in and out between her cheeks. He could only imagine that her asshole was getting the same treatment as his own.

Time had slowed for Dave while his mind tried to grapple with this new reality. He was only dimly aware of Nisa's continued stroking of his shaft and the deep pleasure coming from her invasion of his ass. Suddenly Lisa bit her lower lip and he looked down to see her thrusting her pelvis up against Pablo's hands, partially waking Dave out of his confusion. It was only then that his brain registered where Lisa's hands were.

Her right hand was rubbing her breast, occasionally tweaking her stiff nipple, but the other had somehow managed to lower Pablo's terry-cloth shorts and pull out a frighteningly large cock. Her relatively tiny hand was wrapped around the half-hard member and was quickly stroking it to full erection -- a state that Dave was honestly afraid to see given how thick and long it was in its current state.

In the instant before he yelled out, Lisa moaned loudly and clamped her legs together around Pablo's hands, bucking up and down against his continued thrusting.

"What the hell?!" Dave heard himself shout.

His yell had several simultaneous effects: Nisa squeezed harder on his cock and pulled up, probably thinking he was cumming and almost causing him to do so despite his sudden anxiety; Lisa's eyes popped open at the same time she dropped her hand from Pablo's hardening cock -- but it was too late and she continued to convulse and moan in obvious orgasm; Pablo looked over at Dave and grinned, although the look on his face must have been bad because the grin quickly turned lopsided and he shrugged before carefully pulling his hands from between Lisa's trembling thighs.

The next five minutes were some of the most awkward Dave had ever experienced. Lisa flushed a beet red -- although from embarrassment or orgasm he couldn't be sure - and pulled down the towel to cover her wet and swollen pussy, carefully avoiding Dave's eyes. Nisa looked at him in confusion then turned to see Lisa crawl unsteadily off the table to look for her robe. Unfortunately, Nisa kept a hold of his still hard cock and when Lisa grabbed her robe and finally turned to hesitantly glance at Dave, her eyes locked on the young woman's hands around his shaft. Nisa let go, finally realizing that the massage was over, but it was too late for Dave.

Lisa's mouth dropped open then quickly snapped shut as her eyes shot up to glare accusingly at his still-belligerent face. It was Dave's turn to flush red but his anger buoyed up his stupidity for a moment longer.

"I can't believe you!" His mouth seemed to say automatically even while his mind warned him of his foolishness.

She stared at him for a moment, her nipples still hard and poking out accusingly at him. "I'll see you back at the room." Lisa's voice was dangerously low and she calmly closed her robe over her glistening nakedness and stalked out, albeit with a slight wobble.

Out of the corner of his eye Dave could see Pablo toweling off his wet fingers.

Not wanting to see his smug grin, Dave turned to Nisa and tersely apologized, then pulled on his robe and went to find his clothes.

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Dave was hoping that it would be a silent walk back to the room, but Lisa was waiting for him outside the salon, and she looked like she was about to boil over.

"You are the biggest asshole I have ever known!" she yelled, then shook her head and began walking off. After a few steps, though, she turned again, "And a hypocrite! How dare you make me feel guilty when you…" her voice dropped to a fierce whisper, "…when you let 'little miss thang' jack you off!"

He looked around, hoping no-one was within hearing distance in the hotel hallway. "Look, Lisa…"

"No, you look Dave! You could have stopped all that in there at any point, but no! You let it go as long as it was feeling good to you. The second you get jealous…!" She looked like she was going to hit him.

"That's not true!" he interrupted, backing away a little. "Or not totally, at least. Maybe I shouldn't have let it go on. Maybe the moment she touched me I should have stopped her." Lisa shook her head and started walking away again. "But I didn't and neither did you!" Dave yelled after her.

"You're still a big fat hypocrite!" Lisa yelled over her shoulder.

Dave took a deep breath and ran after her. When he caught up to her at the elevators, she started in again, "You don't know how awful I felt when I saw your face! Your self-rightous, hypocritical face!" Now she looked like she was going to cry.

"I know. I'm sorry." He tried to take her hand but she pulled away. "I just hate that guy Pablo. There's something about him - something slimy." He dropped his voice as the elevator doors opened and an older couple got out.

"I just couldn't stand the sight of him… doing that to you." He smiled tightly and nodded at the older pair as they passed.

"Oh, so you would have let him 'do it to me' if it had been someone else?!" Lisa was angry again and the older couple gave them a scandalized look and hurried down the hall.

Dave rolled his eyes, then had to jump to catch the elevator as Lisa pushed the 'door closed' button repeatedly.

"No. I mean… I don't know." At that point, he really wasn't sure where his boundaries were. He tried a different tack: "Weren't you jealous when you saw that girl… you know?"

They had finally got off the elevator on their floor and were close to their room, but Lisa stopped for a moment, narrowing her eyes in thought.

When she finally answered her voice was dangerously quiet. "Not really. Just mad at you for being a hypocrite." Dave winced at the repetition of that word -- mainly because he knew she was at least partially right. She started walking again. "I don't know, Dave, maybe it's a sign…"

He was stopped from asking her what she meant by that by the sound of yelling inside their room. He quickly put his keycard to the lock and opened the door to find Armand standing outside the bathroom with his arms folded, listening to someone -- apparently Cody -- yelling through the door.

"What's going on?" Dave immediately asked.

"Your sister! She won't come out!" Armand responded in an exasperated tone.

"But... what is she doing in there?!" Lisa asked.

"He didn't warn me about the damn boat, that's what!" Cody yelled through the door.

In response to their raised eyebrows, Armand sheepishly replied, "I forgot to tell her that my friends…. they like to go nude on the boat, that's all. It's really not a big deal…" he tapered off.

"Yeah, it's a big deal!" Cody yelled from within the bathroom. Apparently she was listening through the door. "And it wasn't just your friends, was it Armand? Tell them! We were already way out on the ocean when he comes out on deck with his big dick swinging around telling me I 'need to relax' and 'let loose'!"

Dave couldn't help but smile at hearing his little sister-in-law yelling "big dick" through the door, but he quickly frowned again when he saw Lisa glaring at him.

"And they weren't all just naked, either!" she continued. "I saw what your friends were doing, Armand! That's disgusting!"

"Look, I think you better leave, Armand," Lisa said. "And that goes for you, too!" She turned and glared again at Dave, who gave her his best 'what did I do?' look.

"Both of you -- out, now!" She waved them towards the door. "It's ok, Cody, the sex-fiends are leaving. Let me in."

Dave heard the bathroom door open as the outer door shut with finality behind him and Armand. He turned to shrug at him. "You want a beer?" he asked.

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Fifteen minutes later the two were sitting in the hotel's main lounge working on their second beer, trading stories of awful experiences with ex-girlfriends. After a particularly ball-shriveling story from Armand involving an alleged drug-lord's daughter and a machete, Dave decided to broach the topic of his most current source of woe.

"Armand, I don't want to get anyone in trouble or anything, but I have to ask you something," he started.

"Yes -- whatever you'd like, my friend."

"Well, Lisa and I went in for that 'couple's massage' you recommended…" he paused, unsure of how to discuss it without getting Nisa in trouble.

"Yes?" Armand asked, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Did you like it?"

"It was…interesting." He took another drink. Looking down at his beer, he took a deep breath and let it all out in a rush: "Lisa's masseur got a little more intimate than I expected…. and I got mad -- that's why she's upset with me -- and I was just wondering if that's common here. You know, like if it's what they normally do during massages. I'm just not sure whether to be angry or what," he finished, suddenly realizing the implications of what he just said, with Armand being a manager and even semi-owner of the hotel. He wondered why he even brought it up -- whether he secretly wanted to get Pablo fired or if he genuinely wanted advice or if he was just frazzled by the events of the last 24 hours.

When he dared to lift his eyes to meet Armand's, he was surprised to see a wry smile on his face.

"Ah, mi amigo Dave." Armand shook his head. "I am genuinely sorry if that upset you. I have to tell you a little secret, though." He leaned forward. "The massage - it was a special gift I arranged for you and your wife." He sat back and took a swig of his beer as he let that sink in.

"The girl -- Nisa -- she was supposed to ask permission, you know. And the other -- he was only supposed to do exactly as much as Nisa did." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Exactly."

He leaned in close again, "So, my friend, I have a question for you: did my staff do what they were supposed to do?"

Dave sat in stunned silence for a moment before answering. This was a side of the 'gentlemanly' Armand that he had not yet seen nor would ever have expected. Perhaps Cody was justifiably disturbed after all… He would definitely have to ask her about that boat ride.