At 4 pm precisely the next afternoon, John and I arrived at the hotel spa's reception, where we were treated to a refreshing herbal fruit drink while we completed the necessary paperwork. We were then led into a changing room to fully undress and slip into the flimsiest of panties. John had proudly strutted around in them, showing off his 'bulge'. We had both laughed at his antics. Then we were led into our massage room and introduced to our masseuses.

I was utterly shocked when I was introduced to mine - it was Maya from the beach the day before. What were the chances that she was a masseuse as well as a model, let alone a masseuse at my hotel's spa, and that she was mine and not John's? Kismet or what?, I thought to myself, trying to hide my surprise. I could see that Maya was equally as surprised as she led me, with a twinkle in her eye, to one of the two massage tables.

John was shown to the other table, and we were both asked to lie face down. I did as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest like a kick drum, as I anticipated Maya's touch. As we were manoeuvring ourselves onto the tables, Maya pulled a curtain out from the end wall between the two massage tables to add a little bit of additional privacy.

The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft sounds of instrumental music and the distant hum of the air conditioner. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus permeated the air, a soothing balm to my nerves.

I tried to focus on the calming ambiance, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Maya's hands on my body. I could hear John's masseuse, a Thai woman probably in her mid thirties, starting her work on him. I could hear the sound of oil squirting from a bottle and the rhythmic motion of her hands on his back.

Then, I felt it - Maya's touch. Her hands were warm and soft, gliding over my skin with a gentle pressure that sent shivers down my spine. She started at my shoulders, her fingers kneading my muscles, working out the tension that had built up over the years.

I could feel her breath on my skin, warm and inviting, as she leaned over me. Her touch was firm yet gentle, each stroke of her hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel myself melting into the bed, my limbs growing heavy and languid as she worked her magic.

"Jesus, that feels good," I heard John murmur from the other side of the curtain. I smiled to myself, glad to hear that he was enjoying his massage.

But my focus was solely on Maya, on the way her hands moved over my body, exploring every inch of my skin. She worked her way down my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my spine, her thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed there. I could feel my body responding to her touch, my nipples hardening, my pussy growing wet.

Her hands moved lower, over the swell of my ass, her fingers digging into the flesh, kneading it like dough. I could feel her breath on my skin, her lips brushing against my back as she leaned over me. I wanted to turn around, to see her face, to kiss her, but knew that I was just letting my fantasy carry me away. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps as her hands moved lower, down to the backs of my thighs. She worked her way back up, her fingers digging into the muscles, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I could feel my pussy throbbing, my clit aching for her touch.

Then, was it my imagination, or was there the slightest contact on that so sensitive area between my pussy and my ass? I couldn’t tell for sure - it was probably just my imagination running away with me.

But then, as she applied more oil to my shoulders, she leant down and whispered in my ear, "The other two are far enough away for me to do a little bit of ‘extra’ exploring of your body - if you would like, that is. I'll be very discreet, but if I do, you must be as quiet as you can, please - no loud moans. Just touch my hand if you’d like that.”

I reached out for her hand to let her know my answer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I anticipated her touch. She started slow, her hands working their way up my legs, her thumbs brushing against my inner thighs. I spread my legs slightly, inviting her to explore further. Her hands moved higher, her fingers brushing against the flimsy knickers. I could feel the heat of her touch, the dampness growing between my legs.

I wanted-no, I needed-her to touch me. I arched my back slightly, pushing my ass up, inviting her to explore further. She took the hint, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my knickers, pulling them down slowly, exposing my bare ass to the cool air of the room.

I then heard her talking to her colleague, speaking in English for our benefit, "Noon, we need the background music up a bit - we can't hear it over here." Noon leant over to the control and turned it up. "Is that enough?" she asked. "Maybe another couple of clicks," Maya replied.

Maya was obviously satisfied with the new level and shouted 'okay' back to Noon. I've often wondered afterwards, did Noon know why Maya asked for the volume to be increased?

Satisfied that the volume was now loud enough, she lent down and whispered in my ear, "Fuck, you have a gorgeous ass," her voice was laced with desire. "I've been wanting to get my hands on it ever since the very first time I saw you down on the beach in that skimpy black thong bikini you wear when you go for your morning runs."

I could feel her breath on my skin, her lips brushing against my ass cheeks as she spoke. I pushed back against her, a silent invitation for her to continue. She took it, her hands gripping my ass, her fingers digging into the flesh as she spread my ass cheeks apart.

I could feel the cool air against my exposed pussy, wetness coating my labia. I was dripping, my arousal evident, my need for her touch overwhelming.

Maya let out a low chuckle, her fingers tracing the line of my ass crack, teasing me, making me squirm. “Looks like you’re already wet for me," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "This is going to be fun! But remember, no squirming and no loud moans." She emphasised the last part, her fingers tracing the edge of my pussy, making me shiver with anticipation.

I nodded, biting my lip to hold back a groan as her fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Maya chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made my pussy clench.

"Good girl," she whispered, her fingers leaving my clit to trace the length of my slit, gathering my sticky wetness. “Looks as though you’re well and truly ready for this,” she added as she licked my juices off her fingers.

I bit my lip harder, trying to keep my moans at bay as she slid a finger inside me, pumping it in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. I could feel my body responding, my pussy clenching around her finger, drawing her in deeper.

"You're so tight," Maya whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "I can't wait to explore your pussy when it's just us two on our own. You're here for another couple of days? Let’s see if we can find an opportunity for another meet-up - just you and me on our own.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, the promise of more to come making my pussy throb in anticipation. The thought of having her all to myself was almost too much to bear.

Maya's finger continued to gently pump in and out of me, her thumb now circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could hear the noise of my pussy juices slurping against her fingers.

What would I do if I reached orgasm, which was approaching so fast now? I could feel it accelerating at a pace I couldn't control.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip even harder, trying to hold back the loud moans that were threatening to escape. I focused on the music in the background instead, letting it wash over me, becoming my only solace in that moment of unbridled pleasure.

Maya's finger disappeared from me suddenly, breaking me out of my music-filled daze. I could sense that she was kneeling behind me now, her breath hot against my skin.

I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide open, exposing my puckered asshole and wet pussy to her.

"God, look at how fucking wet you are," she growled, her voice no more than a whisper. "I knew you'd be like this, I knew it. That pussy of yours is so fucking desperate for this, isn't it?"

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she spoke. I couldn't deny it, I couldn't fucking deny it even if I wanted to.

My pussy was dripping wet now, soaking the cover sheet beneath me. I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

"Yes," I breathed out, unable to stop the word from slipping out from between my lips. "I'm so fucking wet for you, Maya. I can't help it, I just want you to keep touching me there."

Maya let out a low chuckle, her fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips before suddenly breaching it with a finger.

I could feel her enter me, her finger sliding easily into me, as I opened up to her, my pussy welcoming her invading finger. She pumped it in and out, her finger filling me up, making me moan a bit louder than I intended, despite my efforts to keep it quiet.

Noon, the masseuse on the other side of the partition didn't seem to notice, nor did my husband, thankfully. Maya kept going, her finger probing deeper, curling into me, hitting my G-spot.

I bit my lip harder, trying to hold in the scream of pure ecstasy that threatened to burst out. She maintained a steady rhythm, her finger working in and out, the sound of my wetness seeming to fill the room. I was convinced the other two would be bound to hear the slurping sounds coming from my pussy. The anticipation of what was coming next built up in my mind - my brain was on the verge of overloading from the pleasure.

Her finger slipped out of me with a wet slurp, and I whined, missing her touch already. She leaned down close to my ear and whispered, "We've only about 10 minutes, 15 max, of this session left. Look, we can always continue our fun, in private, some other time whilst you’re still here at the hotel. But is there anything else you'd like me to do before this session ends? What do you say?" Maya asked, her voice a mix of impatience and invitation. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to still the whirling storm of desire coursing through my veins. The minutes felt endless, the seconds dragging on like hours as I tried to find the perfect response.

"Do it," I finally whispered, surrendering to the animalistic need that had taken over since my first sight of Maya. She smiled, her hand cupping my cheek as she leaned in to whisper, "Yes, baby. I'll do it."

I felt her stand up, her movements stealthy and calculated as she moved around the massage table, stealing glances at me as she went.

I could hear the sound of the oil bottle being opened and of her rubbing her hands together, preparing for what was about to come. I tried to gather my thoughts, to bring myself back to reality, but all I could think about was Maya's fingers making their way up my body, her lips brushing against my skin, her breath hot and heavy against my neck.

Maya stood up and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “Now, it’s time for the final act, my lovely,” she whispered.

I could feel her finger pressing, stretching my tight asshole, my body trembling with anticipation.

She slid her finger in deeper, letting me adjust to the feeling before slowly pulling it out and pushing it back inside. The sensation was intense, bringing me closer to the edge. I moaned, and she quickly placed her hand over my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Shhhh," she whispered in my ear, still finger fucking my ass, making me want more.

I felt her other hand move up to my breast, teasing my nipple with her thumb and index finger. She tugged gently, and I gasped, my body bucking against the massage table.

“Shhhh, the music could end anytime," she growled. "We don't want hubby to know what you've been doing, do we? Enjoy your last few minutes on the bed."

Maya's words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt myself grow wetter in anticipation of what was to come. I could feel her finger still twirling inside me, exploring me in that erotic forbidden spot that was slowly driving me wild. I nodded silently, wanting to enjoy the moment, knowing how limited our time was and how much I desired this.

Maya continued to move her finger in and out of my ass, setting the pace. She adjusted her thumb, circling around my clit, the sensations intense and all-consuming.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing up as it reached its peak. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

But then, suddenly, the curtain between the two massage beds opened, and I could hear John's voice, asking if everything was okay. Maya had quickly and expertly flung the sheet over my exposed body, covering up the secrets going on underneath. My heart raced as I waited for Maya's response.

"Yes, we're just fine," she replied with a smile in her voice, her hand still on my breast, her finger still moving in and out of my ass. “Just found a knot or two in Emily’s back that need easing. You know how it is," she laughed, a laugh that held a tinge of embarrassment.

John chuckled, oblivious to the fact that I was on the verge of an impending orgasm. "Ah, the joys of couples massages," he said with a grin. "Well, I'll leave you to it then. I'm going to have a quick shower before we head back to our room."

The curtain closed again, and I released the breath I had been holding. My orgasm had been so close, denied by fate and an intruding husband. Maya let out a sigh, too, her fingers slowing their dance inside me. She smiled, her finger slipping out of me with a wet plop. "We'll have to make it happen before you go back home - just the two of us," she murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my waiting mouth.

"Now get out now and join your husband before he starts to get suspicious,” she said, with a devilish smirk on her lips, as she pulled her hand away from me, leaving a wet and wanton sensation.

"What about Noon?" I asked. "Will she be suspicious?"

"Don't worry about Noon. If I know her, she may even have tried to give John a little extra pleasure,” she replied with a knowing grin. "She has a reputation for having wandering fingers with the men," she added with a smirk.

I reluctantly got off the bed, my legs trembling and weak, and picked up my towel from the floor. I quickly wrapped it around my body, and made my way to the showers, where John was already waiting.

"Everything alright?" he asked, noticing the blush on my cheeks and the glassy look in my eyes. “Yes,” I said, “She was very good.”

I managed a smile as I stepped into the shower to quickly rinse off the excess oil from the massage. I leaned against the cold tiles as I tried to calm down from the intense and erotic encounter that Maya had just treated me to.

When I had finished up in the shower and dried off, John and I made our way back to our hotel villa, my mind still swirling with thoughts of Maya and what had just transpired between us.

As we chatted, John casually said, "You know, I think that Noon was trying to tease me a bit. Her fingers sometimes roamed very, very close to those skimpy panties I had to wear!" he said with a sly grin. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"What do you mean by 'close'?" I asked, remembering what Maya had mentioned to me.

"Oh, you know. When she was massaging my thighs, she'd let her hands wander dangerously close to my ‘bulge’. Once or twice, I think her pinky even brushed against my balls!" John chuckled.

"But she didn't take it any further?" I asked, still wondering about Maya's final words to me as I left her room.

"No, of course not," John replied with a chuckle. "But I was wishing she would! She's not bad looking, and I bet she knows exactly how to give a man a little extra ‘surprise ending’ - but I guess that sort of thing is a bit difficult to achieve during a couples session.”

“Yes, I’m sure it would be," I muttered, my mind already drifting back to the erotic encounter I'd just shared with Maya. If only he knew!

John thankfully seemed oblivious to the thoughts churning in my mind as we decided to head straight back to our room and take a short nap before dinner. When we clambered onto the bed, I was definitely ready for a nap, but John seemed to be a bit frisky - probably from the teasing he'd received from Noon. But, if he got anywhere near my pussy, he was bound to smell the arousal Maya had treated me too. And my pussy and ass would be a giveaway as well - both would probably still be red, swollen and puffy from the fingering she’d given me.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I wrapped myself in the hotel's soft, luxurious bathrobe and tied it tightly around my waist. John gave me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the bathroom to have another shower and change.

I knew I would need to distract him before our conversation turned sexual, so I flipped through the hotel brochure and pretended to be interested in the hotel’s programme highlighting their daily excursions. My mind was still reeling from Maya's touch, and I could feel myself growing wet again at the mere thought of her.

I sighed heavily and tried to focus on the hotel brochure in front of me, but all I could think about was returning to the spa and seeing Maya again.

I glanced up as John re-entered the room, drying his hair. He caught me looking at him, and I quickly averted my eyes, feigning interest in the brochure once more.

"Something wrong?" he asked, sensing my distraction.

"No, just looking for something to do while you got ready," I replied with a shrug. As he disappeared into the bathroom again, I decided the only option for me was to feign being asleep when he came back out - and to be honest, after my session with Maya, I was virtually asleep anyway.

John seemed to buy my act, probably under the assumption that the intense massage had exhausted me. He quietly got changed and ready for our evening meal, turned off the light, and wandered to the separate lounge area to quietly read until it was time to head off to the hotel restaurant. As he walked away, I heard him whisper, "I love you," his voice laced with warmth and sincerity.

I watched him disappear into the adjoining room, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders. I now knew the danger point had passed. John would be too tired after dinner to continue his pursuit of a romp with me. To be honest, he was probably already masturbating in the adjoining room, to pictures or videos he'd googled on his laptop.

Or maybe he was even wanking to the vision of Maya. I couldn’t really blame him, could I?

The strange thing is, I don’t think he even recognised her as being the same girl who we had seen modelling bikinis on the beach the day before.

The thought of that made my pussy twitch in anticipation, and I repositioned myself on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as the hotel's boudoir-style robe allowed. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift to Maya, replaying the way her fingers had explored me on the massage bed.

I slid my hand down my body until I reached my wet pussy, gasping at the sensation of my own touch. The soft, slick lips of my sex glistened in the dim light, inviting me to indulge my wildest fantasies. I couldn't resist the temptation, not after this afternoon's flirtation. I slipped a finger inside myself, groaning quietly as I found a familiar rhythm.

I let my mind wander to Maya, imagining her with me now in this room, her hands replacing mine. I imagined her in the dim light, standing over me as she pulled her long black hair to the side, revealing the column of her neck. I imagined myself leaning up, my lips trailing kisses from the base of her throat to the sensitive spot behind her ear. I knew she would gasp at my touch, her body trembling in anticipation.

I moved my hand faster, feeling my arousal build with each stroke.

I imagined Maya gasping in pleasure as I explored her body, my fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and sucking on her perfect nipples. Then, continuing along the line of her stomach before dipping between her legs to find her wet and waiting for me.

I let out a low moan, imagining Maya's fingers replacing mine, her expert touch guiding me towards an explosive climax. I let myself get lost in the fantasy, the anticipation building like a crescendo. Finally, I was there - waves of pleasure sweeping over me. I writhed in ecstasy until the final wave subsided. I could feel my juices dripping off me as I lay there.

Then, spreading myself out on the bed, I released a silent sigh, letting out all the stress and tension that had built up in my body since I'd first seen Maya on the beach. The sheer intensity of the experience had left me breathless and satisfied. I felt like a different person now, confident and free, open to the possibilities that the future may hold.

But, there was no time to rest, as I could hear John coming back into the bedroom. I quickly sat up, pulling the robe together again and trying to compose myself as best I could.

"Are you ready for dinner?" I asked. He nodded as he put his book and laptop down on the desk.

"Okay, give me 5 minutes to get dressed and we'll walk over to the restaurant, if you like," I suggested. He smiled and said, "That'll be great, my love. I'm feeling a bit peckish now after that massage."

And that's how the rest of the evening went. Dinner and a bottle of wine to share in the restaurant. A quick wander down to the beach to take in the island breeze after our exhausting day. And then back to the room and straight to bed and sleep. We were both shattered.

But all that time, I couldn't get that image of Maya out of my mind. Would we manage to finish our adventure together before the end of the holiday? How much free time did she have for a secret tryst? Would she still feel the same way about me? Would I get to explore her perfect body?

Eventually, I fell asleep, wondering what the next day would bring.