Sujo’s CFNM Oil Bath

Dear Readers, I’m Sujo, 29 years old law professor from Bangalore. This is my real sex story. My family’s paternal home is in Trivandrum, so the weekend of my birthday, Supriya (my wife) and I planned to visit my grandparents at their country home.

My grandparents live with my uncles and their wives, and my two married cousin brothers. I was really looking to get away from work and get some serenity and time with my family like when I was younger and used to visit them very frequently.

On my birthday, I woke up around 7 AM and wore a new white kurta-pajama before heading down to the open lobby for breakfast. Everybody was already seated at the table and rushed to hug me. There were cheers of “Happy Birthday” all around. I felt extremely happy to in the midst of all this chatter on my birthday – Supriya and I get rather lonely in Bangalore.

I spend at least three hours at the gym each day and Supriya in her classical musical classes, just to find something to do throughout the long day. I had a lovely breakfast, after which I decided to head up to my room for a bath. I was passing by my grandmother’s room where Supriya was sitting with my cousins’ wives, Nirmala and Kranti. All the ladies were giggling and laughing.

I went and informed Supriya I was going for a bath following which we should go out for lunch to the nearby hotel, when suddenly my grandmother spoke up – “Arrey, you’re not giving him an oil bath today, Supriya?”. I smirked at Supriya jokingly and said, “Haan dadi, aaj toh Supriya ke saath hi nahunga” (Yes granny, today I will bathe with Surpriya only).

Supriya seemed confused, and muttered, “But I don’t know how to”when suddenly Nirmala and Kranti sprung up and offered to help her. I felt it was odd as to what kind of help this was but then grandmother said, “Haan tum dono sikha dena” (Yes, you both teach her). I felt relieved thinking that they are just going to instruct her and nothing more.

Some 20 minutes later, I was sitting in my room with Supriya reading the newspaper when Nirmala and Kranti entered. They were followed by our two young maids (18-19 years), Iti and Mohini, who were carrying two buckets (one with oil and another with milk). I laughed and said “Iss mein doobaoge kya mujhe?” (Will you drown me in this?).

They both laughed it away and said that they are here to help administer an oil bath to me. The maids stood behind them still and not willing to move anytime soon. “Acha toh batao kya karna hai?” (Okay, tell me what to do?), I asked. Supriya chuckled and said “Will you have a bath in your kurta? Take it off”. I unhooked a few buttons and pulled the white kurta off, revealing my chocolate brown body. I have a well-built body with broad shoulders, well-defined chest, eight abs followed by many muscle cuts in the abdominal region – it’s obvious that I’m not very shy about this level of exposure.

I was standing facing the four ladies with my back to Supriya when Kranti bhabhi pointed towards my pajamas and said: “Yeh bhi nikal do bhaiya” (Take this off also, brother). I looked back for a second at Supriya and she seemed very calm about this, so I also mustered up all the exhibitionism in me and undid the pajamas. I had forgotten that I was wearing a very tiny pair of black briefs that I usually wear while exercising. They had a 1.5-centimeter broadband on both sides and the pouch that holds the genitals was also extremely tight for more support. I thought I’d ask to change first but then I didn’t want to make it too prominent, besides having these people think I’m being shy from family.

I was asked to lie down on my stomach and then I felt like a large amount of hot oil has been poured on my back. Supriya began massaging my shoulders while Kranti and Supriya were rubbing my back with the hot oil. It felt extremely soothing to have six hands caressing your back muscles. I was asked to put my arms out so that Supriya could rub oil on them.

At one point, Nirmala and Supriya had one arm of mine in their hands, which they were pressing very hard. They had to use two hands just to get a grip on my strong and bulky arms. Kranti was pressing my lower back and moved towards my legs. My feet were pressed in cyclic light and strong presses and then slowly the massage moved towards my thighs. Nirmala spread my legs a little apart to be able to massage a little on the insides.

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My back was oiled, so I was asked to stand up. The hot oil was making me sleepy so I yawned flexing my muscles for a second before bringing down my hands to my waist. “Wah, bhaiya what a body”, commented Nirmala, while touching my shoulders and my pressing my left chest pec like a ball. “Yeah, he spends too much time at the gym”, said Supriya, “flex karke dikhao ek baar” (Show us flexing once). I obliged and put my arms up to flex.

My biceps were brooding and my chest and abs became more defined. “Arrey tum dono kya kar rahi ho, aake help karo” (What are you both doing? Come help out), said Kranti to Iti and Mohini. The two girls dipped their palms in the oil and rubbed against my chest and abs slowly in a singular stroke while giggling “Happy Birthday bhaiya”. The two young girls were instructed to oil my legs and they both squatted down to rub my legs and thighs. My crotch was directly in their line of sight and extremely close to their face.

My tiny briefs were becoming tighter as my cock grew and twitched. The three ladies were oiling my flexed arms, underarms, abs. Supriya started to oil my chest, she was about to start with my right pec, I started bouncing/twitching my muscles as a joke. Supriya giggled loudly. Nirmala gave a little chuckle and kept both her hands on my chest for me to twitch for her. I obliged. Thereafter, Kranti also shyly kept her hand on my left pec to feel my twitching. It was a rather relaxed environment as I stood almost naked (sans a small brief) with five women oiling up my entire body.

Kranti was amused by my abdominal cuts and spent some extra time oiling my lower abs and cuts. I had a few veins popping in the lower abdomen, and Kranti asked, “How does this happen?”. I flexed harder and veins popped up on my arms, abs, and thighs. I jokingly twitched my glutes when Iti was rubbing around my upper thighs as well.

All this was going on when Ila and Ovya Kaki (aunty) approached the door. They were my Uncles’ wives and I have basically known them since I was a little child. We share a very jovial and joking connection. “Yeh kya ho raha hai yahan par shor?”, Ila kaki asked when Supriya explained how I have been given an oil bath. I walked over to them covered with oil to touch their feet.

Ila and Ovya kaki laughed and Ila kaki said, “Aakhri baar jab itna nangu pangu dekha tha tab toh tu college ki chuttiyon mein aaya karta tha” (When I last saw you this naked, you were a college going boy coming to visit for holidays). They are basically like mother-figures to me, so I laughed and teased them saying, “Toh ab dekhlo mujhe nangu pangu aaram se” (So you can see me now pretty naked all the time). I leaped over and in between them for a hug. They both laughed and batted me away saying I’ll rub off all the oil on their new sarees, but I forced a hug from behind. I stood in between them joking to the rest of the ladies, “Ab baaki ka kaam yeh dono karengi, tum log jao” (Now these two will complete my bath, you all can go). “Chal budhu” (Go stupid) Ovya kaki said and sent me back to the five women.

Since I was oiled now, Nirmala suggested the next step was pouring the remaining oil on my head like a shower to complete the oil bath before moving to the milk. Traditionally, oil baths comprise of an oil massage, a bath by oil, and then after soaping the oil off, a shower with milk. Ila kaki ordered to stop, and said, “Tum ladkiyon ko kuch nahi aata” (You girls know nothing), and from there Ovya kaki continued, “Haan, first you have to change into a loincloth, what is this western underwear? Then traditionally, one also visits the temple on the birthday after oiling.”

She mentions how during an auspicious oil bath like this would be when the body is first cleansed with oil, one must visit the temple in the purest and most open form (which means without any clothes barring a loincloth). She ordered Iti to run and get a small cloth for me to tie as a loincloth, luckily I still remembered the technique of tying it. I reluctantly went to the bathroom to change from my tiny shorts to an even skimpier alternative – a loincloth.

For those who are unaware, a loincloth is a thin cloth which one ties around first as a pouch to hold your penis, and then a string around the waist and a thin cloth through the asscrack. In effect, most of your groin is visible and your butt is on full display – even though it is comfortable as an article of clothing can ever get. I had to follow Ovya kaki’s orders so I walked out trying not to hide my ass and be natural and comfortable with the new arrangement.

I was asked to visit the nearby temple (which is about a 5-minute walk away). Obviously, I couldn’t walk the whole way with such exposure, so I was handed a long cloth by Ila kaki. I tied it around my waist and I covered my lower body completely. I wasn’t given anything for my upper body, so I walked all the way through the colony (where people had known me since childhood) with Supriya shirtless.

I met a couple of old acquaintances and aunts on the way, half of them outrightly complimented my body and made some excuse to feel my abs or chest – I don’t mind since I assume it’s coming from a motherly or innocent place. I reached the temple and met with the priest at the entry who recognized me instantly. He asked whether it was my birthday and then pointed to my dhoti indicating to take it off. There were not many people in the temple barring a few devotees and few housewives with their young kids.

I loosened the cloth and took it off, and walked behind the priest with Supriya to the front. It felt weird walking almost naked but I figured that it’s customary here, so it is fine. After a few mantras, the priest dipped a cotton ball in oil and dabbed it on my forehead, then my neck, then my chest nearby heart, then my navel, and finally my crotch. He then placed his right hand on my forehead and said a little prayer, then on my neck and repeated the routine. He finally cupped my penis from outside the loincloth’s pouch and said a few lines I couldn’t understand.

I was asked to accompany him to just a little outside the sanctum of the temple to a tree where I was supposed to tie a thread. I walked with him and Supriya and as soon as we stepped out, we saw many more people buying small ingredients for the prayers, some women talking to each other, and a big bunch of poor children. When I was walking past, I felt like everybody was watching me and my nude state. Well after the tree, I was free to walk back home in a lesser undressed phase. I really didn’t mind walking about shirtless but the unwanted ass exposure was a little too much.

I reached home to find all the ladies (including the young maids) waiting for my return. As soon as I entered my room, Nirmala came and undid my dhoti-cloth, letting me be in only the tiny loincloth, that because of the oil had also sort of becoming translucent. Ila and Ovya kaki approached towards me and finally wished me happy birthday and gave me some money as an auspicious gift. “Acha aise kuch nahi chalta hai kaki, pehle toh aap dono ke oil lagana padega” (It doesn’t work like this aunty, first you ought to oil me up), I said in order to tease them.

We all giggled and Ovya kaki filled the oil in a mug, brought it to my chest and dripped some all over. They both rubbed me again on my chest and abs (much quicker than the younger women of the house), and then repeated the same at my back, only now also rubbing my buttcheeks since they were in full view. Finally, they moved to my legs but since they couldn’t bend much, they just hastily oiled my upper thighs and the exposed groin. I was then made to stand on a plastic sheet surrounded by the younger women and the maids, and copious amounts of oil were being poured on top of my head, that would trickle all the way down to my legs. While Supriya was pouring the oil, the other ladies were busy rubbing it all over my body again while Ila and Ovya kaki just supervised.

The pouring oil made my loincloth almost completely invisible. You could see clear shapes within the white pouch. I tried to ignore it, hoping that they would too. I felt some four hands on my lower back, moving towards my ass when Ovya kaki intervened – “Arrey Kranti, nikal do woh” (Oh, Kranti, take that off), pointing towards the loincloth that at least at the back of my body only manifested itself as a thin string.

I was surprised and trying to maintain a joking demeanor I said, “Arrey you got serious about seeing me naked today or what?” to Ovya kaki. She jokingly told me to shut up and continued, “ling ka snaan nahi kiya tumne. Waise toh sirf biwi oil bath karti hai lekin yahan pe toh tum sab aagayi ho. Kuch nahi hota, humara jawan sharmata nahi hai asaani se” (Complete massage of the body, especially the genitals is still left. Usually, only the wife gives the oil bath but here all of you ladies are. Doesn’t matter though, our young stud doesn’t feel shy easily).

Ila kaki came and undid my loincloth from one side, and since it was already wet, it fell instantly. I tried to use one hand to casually hide my dick, but then Ovya kaki batted it away and gave me a stare not to disrespect orders and traditions. I stood there with my little member hanging out there, while Kranti was busy caressing my asscheeks and the maids furiously rubbing my inner and upper thighs. Sometimes the maids’ hands would touch the testicles, and sometimes the dick. Supriya was the first, as per tradition, to take some oil and hold my cock in her hands.

She sandwiched my cock and soon it started growing from 5-inch flaccid to a full 10-inch hard-on. My dick just sprung up as Supriya massaged it thoroughly. Kakis were standing and enjoying the view, I could hear some muttering amongst them about how long my cock has become. Nirmala took my cock in one hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the pink head of my otherwise chocolate brown cock. She took oil on one finger and massaged all over the shaft and pink head. After that, they all took turns rubbing my cock including the young maids.

Soon as the oiling was complete, I was asked to go soap up alone. Since then I cannot stop thinking about the incident – surely it goes down as the most exciting birthday of mine ever. Thanks for reading my sex story.