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 sex, which means 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 the same as all couples in the world, there is nothing taboo between each other; that is, look at porn, sex with a little trick – sex fantasy or small props and so on, and occasionally will look at pornographic novels on the Internet …… Honestly, I always feel that those novels are written for men to look at, or a man pretending to be a woman to write, all are I’ve always felt that those novels are written for men to read, or men pretending to be women to write, and that it’s something that can’t 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 in the network to solicit a post for wife-swapping. Be known after I was born a good period of sulking, feel like being insulted, this life I just him a man, have been thirty years old still engaged in this kind of messy tricks? Hubby said it was just for fun! Who says you have to say yes to others, etc.? I didn’t realize that the responders are really a bunch, just not a real couple is, mostly some single want to get a little cheap.
Read that Xu their chat records say not tickled is a lie, that period of time the husband is almost every day to be, I also feel particularly easy to get 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? The only thing that you need to do is to choose a stranger you don’t know based on a few words in the QQ, who has the guts to do that, not to mention the beauty, ugliness, fat and thinness, in case the other party blackmails you afterward, what should you do? With friends, please, don’t you want to be a human being in the future?
One day in bed, my husband said mysteriously, we go to spend money on massage how? This is what he heard from his chatting buddy, a few stinky men chatting nonsense are said to be heard from others, 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 of the soon forgotten …… just this this husband did not break the topic, said that is a massage massage, but not necessarily do something.
I think it’s also because of safety, which is always a woman’s first consideration. There is a husband around, massage therapist and is paid for, hotel rest also logged a record is also very convenient …… Most importantly, I can not let myself and other men really have sex, fantasy can, occasionally thought can, but in real life this is simply suicide. Since my husband is pestering me to want it, I have the heart to try 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 bring our sex life to an unprecedented level of fervor, 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 overwhelming but in fact 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 to bring the newspaper, and the damn guy even drew a bunch of red circles on it long ago. What my husband meant was that he had heard that certain masseurs came to 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, and still have the strength to care about his game? Finally, my husband chose an “authentic fatigue oil pressure male teacher”…… I agreed, it looks quite serious, at least his impression is more serious.
On the phone I heard my husband asking if it was okay for the afternoon. 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’s not good to speak out …… It felt as if the other party hesitated, and I don’t 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 to say, but anyway, my husband likes, and – honestly I have a kind of want to try other men to bring the pleasure.
Hubby said that the price of this person is quite high, high enough to make people heartache, and then he ambiguously smiled and said, asking for such a high price may be really something it! This masseur is not counting the number of sections, is to do you think enough so far, on the phone has been emphasizing that he really is from Japan to learn to come back, massage technology first-class. When my husband asked him whether to do a full set, the man pondered for a while, and then said that this kind of thing depends on the feeling of it! If the wife to the feeling to come ……
Again, I warned my husband that this was the only way to go and not to think of any other tricks.
That day I also wore sexy transparent underwear, to the hotel, my husband again dialed the phone to the man, the man also returned the phone 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 psychological 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 panicked and asked my husband where I should stand. I know it’s a stupid question, but I really don’t know where the best place to stand is. My husband shrugged his shoulders and kissed me and whispered, “I love you,” which 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 a meter eight! Because of shyness lowered his head, so so did not dare to see his looks clearly, but it feels 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 make myself stand naturally, trying to squeeze out a smile …… The masseur’s voice was very soft, and he gently asked me how to call me. My husband answered for me and said, 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’m going to do later, I feel like I should take a shower …… now that I have to face a man …… in case he means to take a shower with me. Thinking of this I suddenly felt hot all over and could hardly even stand. I was busy saying I washed, just washed.
Then he made a gesture to me to undress, I then red-faced first take off the outer pants, revealing the transparent underwear, I found that he and my husband are coincidentally staring at my body to see, just now also feel that the room’s cold air is so cold, at this time would like to help my husband to adjust the strong a little bit. I burrowed into the sheet, two eyes do not know where to put the eyesight good, ears only hear the husband with a different from the usual dry voice said: ” 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 thinking about 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.
“Juan …… hmmm! Do you mind the clothes?” The masseuse said in a soft tone suggestive of me, ” The oil pressure will get dirty!”
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 had arrived here people also came, there is 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 can be elegant? 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, that kind of feeling – fear, nervousness, excitement have. But this sheet, just need to gently lift on the …… husband came over to take over my underwear, kissed me on the cheek after sitting in a chair on the side of the legs and began to smoke.
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 and left a tiny pair of underwear on. I did not deliberately pay attention to it, but still caught a glimpse, his ass is small, with the body with the feeling of power. As for that place …… it felt bulging, no different from hubby’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 being touched by some random guy? Is this something I’m enjoying, or is he? Massage therapist slowly lifted off the sheet, with the sheet removed, skin contact with the cold air in the room, which reminded me that my body has been unreservedly presented in 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 such pale skin, your husband is so lucky!”
The masseur’s voice was very soft, and he whispered in a way that made me feel like I was doing something unimaginably great behind my husband’s back, but the room was actually small enough that I knew my husband was bound to hear. His praise, although it may just be a professional habit, but hear in the ear is comfortable, shyness began to disappear. As I said, women live by their feelings.
He first massaged my shoulders, very gently, and while doing so, he asked in my ear if it would hurt. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you’ll be able to get it done. The tension of just now has begun to eliminate …… really 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 was itchy, but I was too embarrassed to say it, you know women are afraid of people laughing. I think I twisted my body a little, this man is also old-fashioned, so slight movements are let him find out. He asked me in a low voice: “Itchy?” I softly “Uh-huh!” I let out a cry. His voice was really gentle, and his heart was so delicate that 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 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 “snorted!” I laughed out loud, and he laughed back at the sound of my laughter, 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 in particular could not be touched……. Talking to him was as natural as telling my hairdresser how I wanted my hair blown. This ease only lasted for a second as his hands left my waist sliding to my hips when.
He wasn’t in a hurry to do something, first he poured some lotion on my buttocks 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 nervous but expectant mood, his hand has left my buttocks and moved down, on the one hand, a little disappointed that he gave up to start what “business”, on the one hand, and began to worry about the legs of the itchy nerves are too sensitive, the man suddenly began to gently kneading my feet, and then said: “Your legs are so beautiful, white and thin, really beautiful. I know that he is sincere, at least I feel it is, feel is my life all.
Then he started kissing my legs and holding the backs of my feet to stroke his cheeks , 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 legs or complimented 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 really is 100% 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 are not as rude as men, women are independent creatures like cats, and I believe that no two women feel similarly about sex, and any sex education book you can find has at least a third or more 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. It was only when he touched my lower body that I realized how big his hand was, although big it was delicate. He did not directly violate the most secret place, just in between the thighs stroking back and forth, occasionally touching the stock crack like inadvertently and immediately moved away, seemingly. I feel like my whole body is going 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, covering it completely and rubbing it slowly, like a guardian angel. After a while, his fingers began to wander in and out of the slit as if probing, and suddenly he reached my most sensitive nub, and just flicked it across. At that moment I let out an “oink!” I knew I shouldn’t have screamed, but I was like a boat that had been drifting in a gentle sea, and suddenly there was a thunderclap. ……
I realized that I was wet early, his touch made me feel that I was covered in love juice early on my nub, and his fingers easily slid away to tweak it. All the muscles in my body were aroused, uncontrollable, and I arched my hips, but he remained as gentle as ever, not rushing or worrying, the pleasure of the first time came slowly
In addition to clutching the sheets there was nothing I could do, this tide of pleasure never receded, not as people say wave after wave of ups and downs, but more like a tsunami, you never know where it is high. His hand is so light, deep into my lower body is so natural, I can hear the sound of water in my lower body, like waves lapping against the reef …… I can hold back the sound, but my body can’t help it, I want to roll over, want to leap up, but my body is down, a feeling of powerlessness rises up, in addition to try to raise my hips to meet the outside I can’t do anything about it. There was nothing I could do. 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 have so much water, it was like a dike bursting out of control. I don’t need to make love or do anything, but when I sit here and remember the lewd noises I made at that time, my whole heart will explode and my face will turn red like an apple.
Then his hand left, and all of a sudden I felt empty, and my hand left the sheet . I think I would have screamed with all my might if I hadn’t had the sheets to hold on to.
He turned me around, the man was so strong, like a god, 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 all 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 was unashamedly getting an orgasm …… I felt a surge of love at my husband’s place, I knew he loved me for this, 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 my fingers are so sore.
The whole man leaned 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 it was just silly, wasn’t it?
He nibbled on my earlobe …… God! The sound of heavy breathing sounded in my ears, and I felt dizzy throughout. It was like a broken doll that had been drained of its soul, my body had disappeared, and all that was left was the sound of that breathing, heavy breathing …… The dizziness continued, spreading out like ripples, and then restarting again, spreading out. This man had found my weakness, my weakest weakness, he had found my most vulnerable place besides telling me that 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 man was my husband, I would have thrown my arms around him and said, “I love you”.
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? Just 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 gently caught my hand and went to touch his lower back, through the tiny panties. It was because of the shock! It was the first time I had ever touched a man’s lower body other than my husband’s, and I woke up from all my dreams and immediately retracted my hand. He didn’t force me either, shifted away, gently pushed my legs apart and started kissing my lower back.
It was a mixture of shame and pleasure, and I still tried to close my legs into a half-open, half-closed position, but he gently pushed my legs completely apart to the sides again, and my entire pussy was spread open in front of the stranger’s eyes. His tongue swirled around my pussy core as wave after wave of sensations washed over me. With my orgasm, my legs, which were still slightly hard, completely relaxed and opened up, and I welcomed him, only wishing to be closer, much closer …… Then I finally made a sound and began to moan with indulgence.
All shame was cast aside, all I knew was that I wanted more, I wanted more, I wanted him to give me more pleasure. I don’t know if I screamed “I love you” or not, but I think I at least screamed “Give it to me, give it to me more ……”, not really because of how beautifully he licked it, but because of the way I opened my legs, I was opening my legs to this man. 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, with his kisses I forgot everything …… I don’t know why I reached out and pulled the rod out of his underwear.
At first I just gently stroked it, feeling his hardness, feeling the throbbing, the thickness of the 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 him cum, cum lots and lots of cum.
His hand finally penetrated my lower body. I was getting more and more aroused as he moved his fingers, and feeling his arousal, I was going crazy, feeling myself writhing my hips hard on the bed, letting out moans and gasps over and over.
The orgasm came and 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 myself up any longer. 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 insert me once or two or three times, when this masseur leaves, if my husband refuses I will rape him …… But at this time, my mind is all the shadow of the masseur’s stick.
I knew my husband was coming over and I couldn’t dare look at him with my eyes closed, no matter what, after all, I had done so many humiliating actions in front of him. My husband looked down and asked me if I wanted the full …… I don’t know, I knew I should have said no, but my mind damn well just thought about the hard-on that was just still in my hand. The damn man was testing me, but I couldn’t say no at all, I damn well just couldn’t say no. My husband asked again and I didn’t answer because I couldn’t say yes, but even more so I couldn’t say no.
I do not know what husband and the masseur did the action, they did not speak, I guess it should be with a shake of the head or nodding? I turned my side and closed my eyes back to them, although the passion is still there, but I do not dare to see my husband, and I do not want to look at the masseur one more time, for fear that I will not be able to hold back and say yes.
My husband came back to the bed and he started kissing me and whispering in my ear, “Juan! I love you, you’re really good!” Just then I realized that the masseur was on top of me from below …… He started by spreading my legs with his hands, just as gently and lightly. It wasn’t that my legs hadn’t been opened for him before, but this was different, this time he would be using his …… goodness! His huge body pressed up and I felt so scared.
Then after kissing me my husband backed away and abandoned me. I was so scared, did I really have to do this, was this the right way? He started kissing my nipples, kissing my earlobes, and then I didn’t know anything else. All I knew was that his rod was grinding against my nub, all the time. I knew I was wet, I could even feel my BB there, open, waiting, hoping, my body was ready, and that rod I loved so much was ready, but …… I turned my head, and there was my husband smoking a cigarette all the time, I don’t know how many times he was smoking. …. In my stupor I thought about my first time with my husband, and beyond, beyond. How long was the moment? All I know is that in that instant, all that I had with my husband was like a lightning bolt of the whole present across my mind, so clear, so clinging. I love him so much, he is the only man for me, I know I love him, but I never realized how deeply I love him, my husband is more important to me than the sum of everything in the world.
When the man thrust in, I could clearly feel my lower body being broken through by a force, and a big hard stick just thrust in through the mouth of the BB. I felt a wave of despair, even sadness, my uniqueness was lost, and from then on there was no pride …… I turned my head toward the end of the wall, not wanting to look at my husband, thinking that it would be better to die there and then, and I didn’t want to look at anything but the wall covered with vulgar wallpaper.
There is no excuse, I have lost my virginity, at this time there is a completely strange stick in my lower body at will in and out – lower body by the finger penetration I can still self-compassion, explain, but now it is a stick in, will shoot out the semen that will make a baby, is a man other than the husband’s stick …… If it is not because of the courtesy, I think I really would have pushed this man away and rushed into the bathroom to spit out all my grievances and then stay locked in there forever until I died of old age.
This is why I would advise anyone who wants to try it to just stop in moderation, doing half a set is really enough to climb to the top like never before, enough to fulfill all your fantasies.
This feeling of being penetrated by a stranger is really good, like a coerced rape, although it is voluntary but still like a rape, being penetrated hard. Of course, it depends on luck, that is to say, whether there is a man who really loves you and is willing to accompany you …… There was no feeling, although the sound of the water in my lower body was still ringing, and I could also feel the rod that I had just been infatuated with pumping in and out of me. But there’s more to something like making love than just being gentle ……. Just as I was about to shed a tear, my husband came behind me and gently stroked my hair and turned my head around. Hubby looked at me for about a thousand years without saying anything …… Then he started kissing me.
Never kissed like this before, it’s like life and death, do you know what it feels like to kiss with your whole life? In my husband’s kiss I felt a strong jealousy that was enough to burn away heaven and earth, and fear, and that boundless desire …… I can’t tell which feeling is more, but I know that the sum of it all is love, and nothing can be like that except love. Not caring about the man’s movements, I hugged my husband and kissed him hard, wanting him to know that I would not let him leave again. The feeling of an unfamiliar rod still gently thrusting in my lower body was especially refreshing!
Suddenly my husband pushed me away, and I’d never seen him undress so quickly, like the world was going to end any later. His rod practically jumped out of his underwear, red and shiny, the rounded glans summoning and calling out to me.
My desire resurrected, I swallowed my husband’s rod, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around the glans. I wanted it in my mouth, wanted it to be comfortable, to give all I had to this rod that I would love forever. With my husband’s in my mouth and another rod sticking out of my lower body, I know this is what they call a threesome. But was it? Because at this point all I had in my mind was my husband, and although the pleasure started to come from my lower body, I thought it was all brought to me by my husband, by the rod in my mouth.
But it was just under a minute before my husband pulled back and pulled the rod that belonged to me alone out of my mouth, in a fully automatic reaction I reached out and tried to grab it, but my husband stepped back. I didn’t know anything, I knew knew I wanted his rod, to eat it, to have it in my mouth forever and not to leave, I dropped tears of anxiety. Hubby immediately got on his back and kissed my face and wiped away my tears, but I knew he deliberately kept his lower body away from me. Probably afraid that the man heard it! He said very quietly, “I can’t ……”
The man started to exert himself in a different way than he had just done, while my husband kissed my earlobe, and the shame that I had just felt was gone, wrapped up in my husband’s love. But he was thrusting really, really well, but obviously much worse than he had just caressed with his hand.
Both men left me almost simultaneously. I barely noticed when he pulled his rod out of me, all I realized was that my husband had left me, and disappointment gripped me like I was in the middle of sex and suddenly had to answer a phone call. My disappointment was because my husband had stopped kissing my earlobe, and it had nothing to do with whether or not the man continued to penetrate me; I even wanted my husband to pay to get rid of the man quickly, and then it would just be the two of us nestled in this bed having a good time for the hundredth time.
Hubby tapped me gently and I knew he was telling me to turn over, I did as he said and turned around, I always listen to my husband. Then I felt hubby holding my hips, I knew he was telling me to lift up and to come in from behind, it’s his and my favorite position. I love this, as long as it is my husband’s favorite I like …… At this time I want my husband’s big stick so much, want him to thrust me hard, keep thrusting until he thrusts me to death, I want it so much, I want it right away.
I want so much, my husband’s rod is so hard, just like this against me, stuffed full, even my heart is also stuffed full. Just hubby did not move, just stop when hubby stick stick into my BB, the feeling is completely different, like a hot stream poured in, from the depths of my BB straight through to the head, limbs and bones are all crispy, soft. I whimpered, it is this …… hardness that is familiar without the need to see with the eyes, and the love that can be felt with intuition. Hubby did not move, do not need to move I feel to be satisfied, if I move up I may immediately reach orgasm.
My heart cried out, “Honey will you move? I’m itching inside, why won’t you stick it in me?” The man came in front of my face, knelt down, gently held my feeble head and tenderly asked, “Are you comfortable?” I almost hissed, “Yes! Stick it in me! Stick it in me, will you?”
I knew the reason my husband was afraid to move was because he couldn’t hold out …… That’s when the situation changed, it became the masseuse watching me make love to my husband, watching my husband’s hot red rod just push into my BB.It was another feeling, the feeling of being spied on by a stranger, and it made me even hotter, even more desperate for my husband to thrust harder, relentlessly.
Stalemate, occasionally my husband will thrust and get it, then my nerves are like being burned by fire …… The man just caressed my hair, gently stroking, did nothing. His condom had come off and the bird was hanging down, not at all as magnificent as before. It wasn’t all shrunken, the length was maintained, it was just soft, and the two balls hung there fragile and helpless.
Many people think that women like a hard and alive rod, but they don’t realize that a rod that has just finished making love and is resting is even more endearing to the heart. Women love weak animals, just like I like my husband to kiss my breasts, and feel a kind of motherhood rise from the heart. At this time I also have the same feeling for these two sagging balls, this man although born strong, but has such a fragile place, let a person want to kiss it.
I struggled to get my ass back, and although my husband was probably in control, he still wasn’t giving it to me as vigorously as before, just gently and slowly thrusting. The more I couldn’t get, the more my desire was aroused, and my heart was anxious as if a boulder had been shoved in it. The man began to caress my breasts, kissed my earlobes, murmured praise of my breasts ……
Hubby started to move, shouting as he thrust, “Eat him, Juan, you eat him.” It wasn’t as violent or brave as before, but the top was millions of times more comfortable. Hubby’s rod was thrusting into me, rocking me back and forth and pushing me so hard. It exploded, it was like a seven-colored neon rainbow in front of my eyes, it was coming, I knew it was coming, hubby was thrusting me to the top, the soul was thrusting out.
Yes, I want to eat his rod, in the bottom of my heart I cried out, I want to eat, I want to eat! The man will be up, the rod is in front of my eyes, just how I open my mouth can not contain, my body in the sprint fluctuating …… All I can do is to grab, but even grabbed so difficult, I must support the body with one hand and the other hand holding his rod, the rod in my hands quickly hardened, so hard, than the world’s The rod is harder than the whole world put together, like a big red hot iron rod …… just I can t eat it.
“Like it?” The man groaned and asked me, “Like it?” Without thinking I screamed out, “Like it!” I had forgotten what shame meant, I just screamed and screamed desperately, trying to get all my desires out. I would have died if I hadn’t screamed, my husband’s rod pushed to the bottom, pushed until I felt like it was going to break inside. Hubby’s force is stronger, orgasm after orgasm, I can no longer see clearly in front of me to hold what is, I want everything, I think I have gone crazy.
Couldn’t hold out any longer, I put down that rod and let it wiggle in front of my eyes …… so black, black and shiny, it was calling out to me to satisfy it, calling out to me to let it explode and shoot all over my head and face. I knew it, I heard that by shiny rod calling out to me, as my husband pumped him that rod hit me in the face, it was so beautiful, I wanted to eat it, swallow it ……
I cried out, “Stick, big stick!” The rod was right in front of me, and my husband’s rod was thrusting into me. “What?” Hubby yelled like he didn’t hear me. “Bang Bang! Big stick!” Hubby was getting faster and faster and I knew he was about to cum, he would fill my BB with so much cum, flood it. The orgasm took over and I had a big, thick, hard rod bobbing in front of my eyes, and I cried out, “It’s a big rod, a big, big rod! Fuck me, I want a big stick to fuck me ……”
I guess I am a conservative woman in my daily life and in my mind. In fact, I guess most women are like me, they have some cute nicknames for men or their own body parts, for example, I like to call my husband’s penis “Bang Bang” ……! When it’s soft, I call it “birdie”. Occasionally, when I’m outside, such as in the market, if I hear someone swearing, I immediately feel a sense of extreme discomfort. I think it’s the constraints that women are brought up with!
It was my husband who brought me into the world of this kind of talk. At first I refused, and then reluctantly learned, at first it is the more you learn the worse, one side of the sex also have to think about what to say the right words, so that even the legs do not know where to put. Until one time my husband to my comfort to death, my husband side of the excitement side of the call I shouted, suddenly in the absence of thought, the words of those who are naturally pouring out ……
It’s true! All the rules are gone when you go out of your way to shout those taboos out loud.
However, unless my husband calls me, orders me, and I happen to be in a heated situation where I am about to have an orgasm; under normal circumstances, including during sex, I would not even think of these sentences that are not what a good woman should say. Now I am writing this just to record the situation …… However, at this moment, I am really into the keyboard, through these words to indulge myself, feel that kind of free pleasure without inhibitions. My husband pulled out at the last second, and the thick hot semen shot up my back like a rocket …… I was so disappointed that he knew I was usually on the pill, and that taking those birth control pills for him would give me a headache and make me nauseous, and that it was all just because I loved that he had shot up in there and drenched me with love.
My whole body slumped down, gasping for air, feeling my husband dabbing behind me with a Kleenex, with tenderness. The man’s rod, no! The big thick rod was across my eyes, still maintaining that hardness it should have …… Although tired, it felt unfulfilled, leaving an emptiness between my strands from my husband’s departure. I think I really let go, clinging to my husband’s love I dare anything, and most importantly, my husband likes me to wave like this, my husband wants me to throw away all the shame to enjoy all that I can catch at the moment.
I reached out and started to touch it, just gently fiddling with it, not intentionally, it was just that this big hard stick happened to be right in front of my eyes. I hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier, but now I noticed that he was really different from my husband’s rod, different but equally lovely. His rear end was slightly thicker, and the inverted triangular tapered glans in particular was fun to look at, like a sharp spear that would stick in a man’s heart.
I don’t know where the strength comes from, I slightly support my upper body, tilted my head up and kissed his glans! I didn’t really dare to eat it, but just used my tongue to circle around his glans, gently touching it. At this time I felt his glans jumped twice between my tongue, like a small independent living life as …… really beautiful, the most beautiful place of men is this. I can’t help but take the whole mouth, feel it throbbing in my mouth, and that most beautiful, most beautiful glans seems to have risen a little more.
My husband reclined beside me, looking at me with a smile on his face. I knew he was going to watch me eat, and the flames of lust that had only just been extinguished flared up again in his eyes. So I ate more vigorously, taking the whole thing into my mouth, pulling it out, and shoving it in again. Sometimes I grabbed it in my hand and punished the unfaithful glans heavily with my tongue, watching it rise until it couldn’t go any higher, expecting it to burst open and distribute billions of seeds. My husband reached out and touched my bare shoulders, and the man let out a gasp, a sigh, a moan.
“Like it?” Hubby asked gently. I couldn’t answer with it in my mouth and couldn’t bring myself to spit it out, so all I could do was nod my head as I held it in my mouth and then shouted in my mind, “I love it so much! Love it so much!” His balls were so soft, and I could feel what was inside that sack of flesh, and that was what I wanted, the source of manhood.
Everything in front of me was gnawing at me, and my heart was itching, itching. “Do you want to fuck him? I want you to fuck him, fuck him to death!” My husband said as he breathed in my ear, the warmth of it making me just about crazy, from my lower body.
I want to, of course I want to, I want to fuck this thick as hell big stick with my own BB! I’m going to fuck this misbehaving big dick with my own BB! Spitting out the rod, I pushed down on the man, for a second I couldn’t wait, that feeling empty BB needed to be filled with the rod, then I couldn’t wait to ride it …… I first grabbed the big throbbing rod and looked at my husband who was smiling at me as I sat down. This time the rod was without a condom because my mind had gone blank only the big rod.
It was so full, really full, it felt like the thickest, biggest rod in the world was about to stab me in the stomach. I screamed and bobbed up and down like crazy, using every last bit of strength I had left. Lifting my hips and then lowering them heavily, each time fucking me to my innermost being and slamming into my chest. I didn’t know sex could be this comfortable, I loved it so much I wished the world would stop right now, wished the end of the world would just come …… Then the orgasm surged out of my lower body crashing down on me as I lay on top of him gasping for air, gasping over and over ……
It was so wet that I was practically sitting on top of a big sticky wet mess of love juice and cum, my pubic hair mixed with his.
His weakened rod slid out along my wetness, and though I wanted to claw it back in, I was satisfied and couldn’t take any more, any more and I’d die instantly. I shivered, the tide that had no way out pounding back and forth inside me, completely unstoppable I kept shaking. I dragged myself up and kissed him, cupping his face to explore the stranger’s soul, and I found myself enamored with his rod.
The tongue that had just licked my BB was now burrowing in my mouth like a little snake. I hugged him tighter, wanting to shove my whole self into him, it was such a broad chest, I wanted to curl up in his arms and not leave for the rest of my life.
He didn’t let go of me, and stopped and picked me up to flatten me on my back, I was as helpless as a straw in front of him. I spread my legs wide, as wide as I knew how, and waited, waited for him to come with that big stick and fuck me to death. I screamed as he thrust in, I screamed! OH! I pushed my ass up to meet him, the watery sound of my lower body hitting almost drowning the room. I wanted him to thrust, to thrust hard, with no mercy at all.
He kept thrusting into me, catching my legs and exposing my whole bottom, I loved it, I wanted to give him my most precious place to see. My BB was right there for him to do whatever he wanted, I just begged him to fuck me harder. He thrust so hard, all I knew was that I kept swinging my upper body from side to side, I wanted to be free, to get that freedom that had never come before. I thought I had just reached my limit with the sex, but I hadn’t, the orgasms came back, over and over again.
I screamed, “Fuck me, I’m begging you” it was the only cry I could make and the only thing I wanted to ask for. Then he sped up, his whole cock felt like it was completely inside, and then I felt his rod throb inside me, and I knew he’d shot all the way inside me, and I pulled him by the neck and asked him to press down on me, wanting his cum to dissolve inside me, and for his thousand armies to race inside me.
He was leaning back against the bed while I sat in his arms, playing with that cute birdie on one side. Hubby was sitting across from us …… tired, everyone was tired, and it was all over, and we were smiling at each other at this point.
“Jealous?” I asked asking my husband’s eyes as I was sitting on him, “Look at him, I really like his and love having him in me.”
“No!” Hubby put his smile away and said squarely, “I want you to be happy, I want you to be crazy, I want you to have it all. Otherwise, why did you marry me?”
The man’s was hard again. I turned, kissed him, then lifted my waist around his strong neck. Half-squatting, I took that hard glans with my soaked BB, and the love juices began to flow again, over my heart as that glans bounced and throbbed inside me. Turning back to my husband, I asked, “So, how about this?” Hubby smiled and nodded ……
I sat down suddenly, letting the whole rod penetrate me. There was a pause for a few moments until I restrained my emotions. I slowly leaned back into my husband’s arms and said, “I’m stuffing someone else’s big rod in my BB! It’s so big and itchy inside my BB, I want him to fuck me and let the big stick in my BB for you to see, okay?…… Will you kiss me? I want you to kiss me!” His rod was so deep inside, so deep, I almost cringed when I said that.
“I like it when someone else fucks you just because you like it!” Hubby kissed me, and with that I lay in his arms, my legs on the man’s shoulders, and watched with him as his rod pumped in and out of my BB.
Hubby is alone outside, I and the masseur two in the bathroom, he is grabbing the rosette head carefully washed me on every body? The technology” woven mat T pay a visit to? Kneeling on the ground touching my thighs, a little bit of sentimentality rose up …… Separate time has come, he is going to go. I picked him up, and over him I groped, trying to feel for a bit of evidence to hang on to. His rod was so warm and alive against my lower belly.
I was on my knees, swallowing and sucking his rod to the deepest part of my throat as the water from the rosette sprayed over my back. The bathroom is separated by carved glass, not transparent but you should be able to see the shadows inside …… Maybe my husband knows what I’m doing, maybe not, but this is kind of my first affair.
It was true, I really wanted to fuck him alone, in the most private setting with no one to interrupt. “Just fuck me a little more, okay? Just a little bit!” I tilted my head back and begged.
He picked me up, just like this hanging in mid-air, his whole stick just like this inserted, my legs tightly wrapped in his waist, hands tightly hooked his neck. I should feel afraid, but no, just rely on his thick shoulders …… and then I fell in tears. I didn’t make a sound, suffered the pleasure in silence, suffered the end of a strange encounter, and orgasmed almost immediately. It was ridiculous, but I really thought I could make him remember me in this way, this ordinary woman who used to haunt him.
After he collected the money and was about to leave, I asked him for his contact information, so he took out a pen and said he would leave his phone number on my thigh. So I lifted up my skirt to reveal my thighs, which he had just touched.
After he left my husband and I did it again. I whispered to my husband that I had arranged for my sister to pick up our son, so we could fuck here as long as we liked. In fact we didn’t leave the hotel until the next day and I’ve forgotten how many times we came that day.
I went back to that masseuse a few times alone afterward.
I still itch where I should, and am teased up as much where I should be teased up, and I hold my back up just as much to let him caress me. It felt like this man, besides being stronger than my husband, his tongue licking my lower body was more flexible than my husband’s, he was more patient than my husband’s when caressing me, and so many delicate things would touch me, and I felt blissful during one of my orgasms.
If I didn’t have a husband, I know I would never be able to experience another man, no matter how great, handsome, gentle, or skillful they are. They may be able to make me comfortable, make me cry, make me crazy, but they are but shadows, the wind. Should I be sorry? I don’t know, maybe it’s happiness to be able to sleep with as many different people as you want and not care …… but I know I’m not, I just want my husband!!!!