I’m Juan, and I went along with my husband for a massage, the kind with an erotic component, more than six months ago. We’ve been married for almost four years now, and our sex life is kind of beautiful …… The so-called beautiful is hard to define, but in short, I love having sex with him, and there’s none of that withdrawal or boredom or whatever the experts say.
And the reason why I would go for a massage is all because my husband loves to visit pornographic websites, and after seeing some wife-swapping stories, he teases with me in bed. Anyway, it’s just fun and there’s nothing wrong with adding a little fantasy to the sex, i.e. pretending that my husband isn’t my husband like that.
We are a very ordinary couple, my husband is a small supervisor, and I am a simple housewife. When it comes to sex, we are probably like all couples in the world, there are no taboos between us; that is to say, we watch porn, have sex with some tricks – sexual fantasies or small props and the like, and occasionally look at pornographic novels on the Internet. …… Honestly, I always feel that those novels are written for men to read or written by men pretending to be women, and they are all about real life. To be honest, I always feel that those novels are written for men to read, or men pretending to be women to write, are some of the things that can not happen in real life. My husband is very excited to see, but those stories are true or false, as a woman, I know very well.
Anyway, it is a joke, and then my husband really applied for a qq, behind my back on the net to board up the post of soliciting wife swapping. Be known after I was born a good period of sulking, feel like being insulted, this life I only him a man, have been thirty years old still engaged in this kind of messy tricks? My husband said, “It’s just for fun! Who says you have to say yes to others” and so on. I didn’t realize that those who responded were really a bunch, just not a real couple is, mostly some single want to take advantage of some cheap.
After reading those chat records of them, it is a lie to say that they are not tickled, and during that period of time, my husband wanted it almost every day, and I also felt particularly easily excited. Just really come on a section, even the husband also admitted that it is not possible as pornographic novels say as simple …… extramarital affairs I still believe some, but casually come to a section of the husband and wife exchanges, on the get some 3p group sex, there is that easy? Who would have the guts to choose a stranger you don’t know just based on a few words in QQ? Not to mention ugly, fat, thin, etc. What if they blackmail you afterward? With friends, please, don’t you want to be a human being in the future?
The other day in bed my husband said mysteriously, “How about we go spend money on a massage?” This is what he heard from his chatting buddy. A few stinking men chatting nonsense, said that from others that heard, who knows the truth is not true? At that time, I did not pay attention to him, the husband of this person said the wind is rain, over the head soon forget …… just this time, the husband did not break the topic, said: “It is a massage massage, and not necessarily do something.”
I think it’s also because safety, safety is always a woman’s first consideration. There is a husband around, massage therapist and is paid for, to go to the hotel to rest and register is also very convenient …… Most importantly, I can not let myself and other men really have sex, fantasy can be, occasional thoughts can be, but in real life this is simply suicide. Since my husband is pestering me to want it, I have a taste for it.
In fact, every woman has this idea of having an affair with another man, not because she doesn’t love her husband or is sexually unfulfilled, but just purely because she wants to take a chance. I think hubby feels the same way, taking a risk is one thing, but to take a risk it has to be within manageable limits, who’s dumb enough to jump out of an airplane without a parachute?
That massage we had for six months afterward did make our sex life as heated as it had ever been, but it was just an interlude, like you can’t fish out the main character in a porno.
I remember my last massage very well, it was hard to take, but in fact it was very exciting. At first there was guilt, think of a strange man in front of your husband …… that kind of feeling afterward. But because the husband does not care at all, but instead every time you have sex afterward pretend to be that masseuse, that excitement is even more than the feeling when being massaged. So, if your husband is open enough, I advise you to try, half set is good, everything is not to be forced.
I didn’t say no, then hubby ran to the living room and brought the newspaper, and the damn guy had already drawn a bunch of red circles on it. What my husband meant was that he had heard that certain masseurs were both men and women, so he wanted to be able to pick and choose. I do not want to participate in the opinion, just the thought of getting a massage is already tense to half dead, which still have the strength to care about his game? Finally, my husband chose an “authentic fatigue elimination oil pressure male teacher”, I agreed, looks quite serious, at least his impression is more serious.
On the phone I heard my husband asking, “Is the afternoon okay?” Then asked to each section of the time, price, whether also help men massage and so on, to the end, the husband even asked that person has to do a full set? I was in a hurry to stop my husband’s nonsense, but it was not good to speak out …… It felt as if the other party hesitated and did not know what to say to my husband.
After hanging up the phone I was angry. Hubby explained in a good voice, he just wanted to make sure that the masseur did not do half a set, because that advertisement is really too serious …… Since I was not easy to say yes, he did not want to meet a real “authentic fatigue elimination oil pressure” male teacher. I don’t want to meet a real “authentic fatigue oil pressure” guy! Although I feel ashamed, but my husband likes it, and – frankly – I have a feeling that I want to try the pleasure of other men.
Hubby said this person price is quite high, high enough to make people will heartache, then he ambiguously smiled and said, “asking for such a high price, maybe there is really something to do it!” This masseur is not counting the number of sections, is to do what you think enough until, on the phone has been emphasizing that he really is from Japan to learn to come back, massage technology first-class. When the husband asked him whether to do a full set, the man pondered for a while, and then said: “This kind of thing depends on the feeling it! If the wife to then feel to come ……”
I warned my husband again, “That’s all there is to it, don’t think of any other tricks!”
That day, I even made a point of wearing sexy sheer lingerie. To the hotel, my husband once again dialed the phone to the man, the man also returned a call to the hotel room to confirm. I first sat on the bed, but think about saying that the bed is not good to mess up, and then sit on the chair, in short, the heart of the chaos is what can not think, a move also dare not move. Hubby himself is the same, a cigarette after a cigarette, making a room full of pandemonium, I know he is also nervous.
I practically jumped up when the doorbell rang and I asked my husband in a panic, “Where should I stand?” I know it’s a stupid question, but I really don’t know where best to stand.
My husband shrugged his shoulders, kissed me, and whispered, “I love you!” The words took half the tension out of my heart, but the remaining half still made me feel like I was going to have a heart attack.
The masseur was a very strong man, even a bit fat, at least one meter eight! Because of shyness, I lowered my head, so so I didn’t dare to see his looks clearly, but it felt okay. You know, we women rely on our feelings to see men, the most important thing is the feeling, if it feels right, it’s right. I stood in the corner of the bed furthest away from the door, trying to find a way to stand naturally, trying to squeeze out a smile ……
The masseur’s voice was very soft and he asked me gently, “What to call her?” My husband answered for me, “Just call her JuanJuan!”
He carried a bag that looked like a briefcase, then pulled a bottle of some unknown contraption out of it, then asked, “Want to take a shower first?”
I did take a shower and go out, but thinking about what I have to do later, I feel that I should take a shower …… now I have to face a man, in case he means to wash with me. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my whole body heat up, and I almost couldn’t even stand up. I was busy saying, “I washed, just washed.”
Then he made a gesture of undressing to me, so I took off my outer pants first with a red face, revealing my transparent underwear, and I realized that both he and my husband were staring at my body in unison, and just now I felt that the cold air in the room was so cold, and at this time I wished that my husband could help me to adjust the strength a little bit.
I burrowed into the sheets, both eyes unsure of where to put my eyesight, and all I could hear in my ears was my husband saying in a dry voice unlike his usual, “My wife is very ticklish, so ……”
The masseur expressed his regrets and then mentioned how skilled he was. Anyway, I didn’t listen to any of it, and at this point I was just wondering where I should look so as not to be rude, maybe I should close my eyes? But this masseuse was very polite …… hmmm! If you’re looking for a relaxing massage therapist too, I suggest you get a feel for his attitude on the phone first.
”JuanJuan …… Well, do you mind the clothes?” The masseuse said in a soft tone suggestive of me, “The oil pressure will get dirty oh!”
I hid in the sheet and began to take off my bra, when I took off my underwear I hesitated for a moment …… not hesitating to take it off, since I’m here, and people are here, there’s no reason not to take it off. What I think is, in the thin sheet outside should be able to clearly see my action, how to take off to elegant it? To be honest, I still don’t know if I did it gracefully.
Although it is covered with a sheet, but I have been completely naked, the feeling – fear, nervousness, excitement are all there. But this sheet, just need to gently lift the …… husband came over to take my underwear, after kissing me on the cheek, then sat on a side chair crossing his legs and began to smoke again.
At this point the masseur started to undress as well, explaining that it was oil pressure, so he had to take it off as well. To my relief, he didn’t strip naked and left a tiny pair of underwear on. I didn’t deliberately pay attention to it, but I still caught a glimpse, his ass is very firm, and it feels powerful with his body; as for that place …… it feels bulging, and it’s no different from my husband’s.
Then he asked me to turn over. I rolled over onto my back and pressed my face into the pillow, not having to look at him made me feel better. Then I thought to myself: what is this dead husband doing now? Watching his wife get touched by some random guy? Is this something I’m enjoying, or is he?
The masseur slowly lifted the sheet off of me, and as it was removed, my skin came into contact with the cold air of the room, which reminded me that my body had been unreservedly presented to the eyes of a strange man ……
I guess it wasn’t really an oil pressure massage, it was just lotion, and the lotion poured so cold on my body. “You have such a nice body, and your skin is so white, your husband is so lucky!” The masseur’s voice was very soft, and he whispered to make me feel like I was doing something really great behind my husband’s back, but the room was actually very small, and I knew my husband was sure to hear it.
His compliments, while they may just be a professional habit, are just soothing to the ear that shyness begins to disappear. Like I said, women live by their feelings.
He started by massaging my shoulders, very gently, and while doing so, he asked in my ear, “Does this hurt? Will it be too hard? …… “The tension has just begun to eliminate, really very comfortable, comfortable to the point that I forgot that I was surrounded by a man wearing only underwear, comfortable to forget that I was naked, comfortable to the point of wanting to sleep.
Just as I was relaxing, the masseuse’s hands started to move down to my back. It was fine when she massaged my shoulders, but I started to get itchy …… I’m really a ticklish person, and every time I get angry or upset, my husband will use the tickling trick to deal with me. Honestly, I don’t really know what part of my body is not ticklish.
It tickled but I was too embarrassed to speak out, you know, women are afraid of people laughing. I think I twisted my body a little, and the man was old-fashioned, too, so slight a movement that he caught it! He whispered to me, “Does it tickle?” I let out a soft “uh-huh”.
His voice was really gentle and attentive, and the original shyness was almost gone, and all that was left was trust, just like the trust I have in my husband. Of course, a big part of it was also because I was lying on my back, and it seemed that just being able to hide my face added a lot of security.
His hand continued to move down slowly as he pressed, and when it reached my waist, I laughed out loud. I laughed out loud, and he laughed after hearing my laugh, and all the tension in the room disappeared. This is a very special experience, when you expose your own shortcomings and realize that the other person does not care about your shortcomings, the relationship between the two people will immediately be very close.
So I told him that I was ticklish, and that my waist was especially untouchable …… Talking to him was a natural thing to do, like when I tell my beautician how I want my hair blown. This ease lasted only a second, as his hands left my waist and slid down to my hips when.
He wasn’t in a hurry to try and do something about it, first he poured some lotion on my ass and then started rubbing it in. A couple of times I felt like he was about to touch my pussy, it was so close, but as if he was accidentally full of apologies, he immediately moved away again. I knew he would touch there eventually, but it still felt scary, something you can never become accustomed to.
In a mood of nervousness and anticipation, his hands left my hips and moved further down, and I was a little disappointed that he had given up on what he was doing, and worried that the itchy nerves in my legs were too sensitive.
This man suddenly began to gently rub my feet, and then said, “Your legs are so beautiful, white and thin, really beautiful ……” I knew he meant it, at the very least I felt it, it felt like it was all I had in my life.
Then he started kissing my leg and holding the back of my foot to stroke his cheek as if he had found some of the world’s most beautiful treasures …… At first I resisted and tried to pull back, no one had ever kissed my leg or complimented me on my feet, maybe my parents had, but at least not since I had memories. He didn’t let me go like he had just done with the massage and pulled me back in, kissing, and I felt his tongue drilling between my toes ……
It wasn’t a physical kind of pleasure, but a mental kind of touching that I almost felt like crying. It was the first time someone had kissed a place that even I had never noticed before.
They say that women are developed, and let me tell you, that statement is really one hundred percent true. From the first time I held hands, to the first kiss and caress with my husband, I still remember the shock I felt the first time I touched his rod. Women rarely know what they want, or don’t want, and need a good man to pull them along. We’re not as rude as men, women are independent creatures like cats, I’m sure no two women feel similarly about sex, and any sex ed book you can find has at least a third of the fallacies.
It seemed like a century had passed, and I was so caught up in the emotion that I didn’t even notice his hand coming between my legs. When he touched my lower body, I realized that his hand was big, but big but delicate. He did not directly violate the most secret place, just in between the thighs back and forth stroking, occasionally inadvertently seem to touch the stock between the slit and immediately moved away, seemingly, I feel the whole body to be loose, scattered. All this is still not pleasure, but know that he is touching me, this gentle man is touching me ……
His hand slowly covered my pussy, completely covering it while slowly rubbing it like a daemon. After a while, his fingers began to wander in and out of the slit as if probing, and suddenly he probed my most sensitive nub and just brought it gently across. At that instant, I “Oink!” I grunted, I knew I shouldn’t have screamed, but I was like a boat that had been adrift in a sea of tenderness when suddenly a thunderclap ……
I realized that I was wet early, and his touch made me feel like I was covered in love juices early on my nub, his fingers sliding away and tweaking over it with ease. All the muscles in my body were aroused and I arched my hips uncontrollably, but he remained as gentle as ever, not impatient or worried.
The first pleasure came slowly, and there was nothing I could do but clutch the sheets. The tidal wave of pleasure never receded, not in waves that ebbed and flowed as one might say, but more like a tsunami, you never knew where its high point was.
His hand was so light, so natural as it penetrated my lower body, I could hear the sound of water coming from my lower body, like waves lapping against a reef …… I could hold back the sound, but my body couldn’t do anything about it, I wanted to roll, I wanted to leap, but my body was falling downwards, a feeling of powerlessness rose, and there was nothing I could do about it, except to try to lift my hips up to meet him. There was nothing I could do but try to lift my hips up to meet him. I thought I was going to cry, or maybe I already had …… only his tenderness still wouldn’t leave me alone.
I didn’t know I could get so much water like that, it was like a dike bursting out of control. It didn’t really take sex or any action, and now that I’m sitting here remembering the kind of lewd sounds my lower body made at the time, my whole heart feels like it’s going to explode, and my face is as red as an apple.
Then his hand left, and all at once I felt my whole body empty, and my hand left the sheets. I think I would have screamed with all my strength if I hadn’t had the sheets for me to hold on to.
He turned me around, and the man was so strong, like a god, that he gently lifted me up and turned me over without me feeling a thing. Side head I just looked at my husband, I could not see his face clearly, but I know that just now everything he was all in the eyes. Hubby is still holding a cigarette, maintaining the same sitting position.
I don’t know if it’s shame or excitement, but there’s an emotion that fills my chest. My man was watching me being played with while I unashamedly got an orgasm …… at my husband’s, and I felt a surge of love, I knew that he loved me like this, loved me for letting the truest part of myself out. It’s hard though, all I can do is turn my emotions to the sheets, and that’s when I realize how sore my fingers are.
He leaned his whole body over and lay on my chest kissing and groping my nipples. He gently stroked over my breasts, caressing my nipples from time to time, and my nipples were so sensitive that every time he touched my nipples, my whole body trembled, just like my husband’s whole body trembles when he ejaculates.
His face leaned in, a plain face with a bit of weathering. I had a sudden urge to kiss him, but that was a silly thought, wasn’t it?
He nibbled on my earlobe …… God! The sound of heavy breathing sounded in my ears, and I felt dizzy throughout. Like a broken doll whose soul has been drained from it, my body has disappeared, and all that’s left is the sound of that breathing, heavy breathing …… The dizziness continues, like ripples spreading out, and then starting again, spreading out …… This man has found my weakest point, the The weakest of weaknesses, he found my weakest spot besides telling me my feet were beautiful.
”Like it?” He murmured in my ear. Uncontrollably, I said, “Yes!” I think I still had a shred of sanity left. If this was my husband, I would have thrown my arms around him and said “I love you” out loud.
I could feel his lower body rubbing against my waist, it was hard …… I thought he was doing it on purpose, maybe he wanted me? As I was thinking about it, he reached down to my lower back with one hand, stroked my hair with the other, and said, “You’re beautiful, really beautiful …… Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?”
Then the hand that stroked my hair left, and he tenderly caught my hand to touch his lower back, through the tiny panties. It was because of the shock, I guess! It was the first time I had ever touched a man’s lower body other than my husband’s, and I snapped out of all my dreams and immediately retracted my hand. He didn’t force me anymore and shifted away, gently pushed my legs apart and started kissing my lower body.
It was a blend of shame and pleasure, and I still tried to close my legs a bit into a half-open, half-closed position, but he gently pushed my legs completely to the sides again, and my entire pussy opened up in front of the eyes of a strange man. His tongue swirled around my pussy core, and the feeling in my heart was wave after wave of pleasure. ……
With my orgasm, my legs, which were still slightly hard, completely relaxed and opened up, and I welcomed him, wanting nothing more than to be closer, closer …… Then I finally made a sound and began to moan with indulgence. All shame was thrown away, all I knew was that I wanted, wanted more, I wanted him to give me more pleasure.
I don’t know if I said “I love you” or not, but I think I at least said “Give it to me …… and give it to me ……”. It really wasn’t because of how beautifully he licked it, it was because of my open legs, I was opening my legs to meet this man.
I was tired, my breath was barely coming …… He was back in my ear. The constant crossover of pleasure, all different kinds of pleasure, as he kissed me, I forgot everything …… I don’t know why I reached out and pulled my rod out of his underwear.
At first I was just gently touching it, feeling its hardness, feeling the throbbing, the thickness of that rod. Slowly I started to go crazy, rubbing it for no reason at all, all I could think about was rubbing it until I made it cum, cum lots and lots of cum ……
His hand finally penetrated my bottom, and as his fingers moved, I was getting more and more aroused and felt his arousal as well. I was going crazy with comfort, feeling myself writhing my hips hard on the bed, letting out moans and gasps over and over.
The orgasm came! I pushed up my lower body and almost instantly had another orgasm …… I was so tired, I couldn’t hold on to his fascinating rod and I couldn’t hold up my back anymore. Really tired, I don’t know how many orgasms I enjoyed in total …… I wanted to kiss him so badly, but it wasn’t going to work, I knew it wasn’t going to work.
It seemed like time was up, or did he think I was enough? In fact I was satisfied, although the satisfaction was not the perfect satisfaction of penetration. But I know wait I have a husband, I will ask my husband to penetrate me once or two or three times, and when this masseur leaves, if my husband refuses, I will rape him …… But at this time, my mind is all about the shadow of the masseur’s meat stick.