An unforgettable oil massage experience with the opposite sex

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Reading the forum posts from other women about their experiences at spas with men reminded me of a personal experience I had years ago. That experience was unforgettable, and it still stirs my emotions every time I think about it. Today, I've decided to organize my memories and share that special experience with everyone…
One time, my husband and I went on a trip. After a long day of playing, my whole body ached, and I had some Hakka rice wine for dinner, making me a little tipsy. When we got back to the hotel, we saw a spa downstairs, so I dragged my husband in for a relaxing spa treatment. He was already quite tired, but he couldn't resist and went with me. Since he had just had gua sha the day before, he only got a foot massage. I was thinking of getting a full-body meridian massage, which I often do and always find very relaxing. After deciding on the services, we ordered two massages. The staff arranged a room with a massage bed and chair. Once inside, we both changed into loose massage clothes. Because we were getting an oil massage, I took off my bra and changed into disposable paper underwear, leaving us practically naked. Since it was a massage, I wasn't embarrassed at all. The two of us were lying on massage chairs watching TV in the room. I jokingly asked my husband, "Do you always get male masseuses for foot massages?" He replied, "Male masseuses are so awkward, it's not like they're massaging other parts of the body." I smiled and didn't reply, thinking about how hard he'd worked these past few days, and decided not to hold it against him.
After a while, someone knocked on the door, and a male masseur came in carrying a wooden bucket. He was short, fat, and old. He bowed to us and asked who wanted a foot massage. I secretly chuckled and pointed at my husband, saying he wanted a foot massage. My husband frowned but didn't say anything in front of me. The fat masseur went over and started massaging his feet. I thought to myself, "This guy dares to complain!" My husband started massaging the soles of his feet, and I continued watching TV and waiting. My husband used to scream like a pig being slaughtered when he got a foot massage, but this time, probably because of the alcohol, he lay there with his eyes closed, completely still, letting the masseur massage him.
After a while, someone knocked on the door again, and a waiter came in, saying, "Sorry, beautiful lady, we've kept you waiting. Our masseur is extending his time, so you'll have to wait another hour." "Would it be alright if we arranged a male masseur for you?" I asked. "Are there any other masseuses available?" the waiter replied. "No, all the others are busy. This male masseur is our top performer; his massage skills are excellent. Many female customers come specifically for him. You can try him; if you're not satisfied, it's free." Hearing "top performer" and "free," I was tempted. My husband muttered, "I don't want a male masseur. You're introducing a male masseur to my wife right here? Even if it's free." Hearing this, the waiter and the chubby masseur laughed. I'd had male masseuses before, but I felt uncomfortable in front of my husband. Not wanting to wait for nothing, I asked, a little angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier? It's a waste of time." The waiter apologized profusely and finally said, "How about we arrange for our top male masseur to give you a foot massage first? You can have another massage after the other masseuses finish their shifts. The foot massage is free." I thought it was fine; a foot massage wouldn't hurt, and it was free, so I agreed. Then my husband said, "Why don't you switch with the male masseuse?" I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Now you're worried your wife is being taken advantage of? Why didn't you choose a male masseuse earlier? Now you're trying to steal the top spot! I won't switch." At this point, the chubby masseuse and the waitress laughed again. The chubby waitress added insult to injury, saying she only knew how to massage feet. My husband, realizing he was in the wrong, fell silent. The waitress said, "Okay, beautiful lady, I'll arrange something for you," and then left. My husband suddenly added, "Put your underwear on. I'm too lazy to move." I grabbed a large towel and covered myself, saying I still had a massage coming up and was too lazy to change. My husband didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and continued enjoying his foot massage. About five
minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by a male voice saying, "Hello, technician." I replied, "Come in." The door opened, and a tall, handsome young man, who looked to be over 1.8 meters tall, walked in. He was well-built and surprisingly good-looking, with a buzz cut and a clean-cut appearance. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of excitement. I hadn't expected to be served by such a handsome young man. He smiled and said, "Hello, beautiful, I'm technician number 88. It's a pleasure to serve you." I pretended to be calm and hummed in response, feeling a slight smile creep onto my face. I immediately turned to look at my husband, afraid he would notice my expression. But he was fast asleep, eyes closed, snoring softly. I immediately felt much more at ease.
The young man set out his tools and poured hot water for me to soak my feet. His hands were large, and when he held my feet, I suddenly felt a strange sensation, a little shy. I had tried male technicians for foot massages before, but none had felt as special as this one. Perhaps it was the youthful energy of this young man that set him apart. The handsome young man bent down to massage my feet. I pretended to look at my phone while secretly glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. The more I looked, the more handsome he seemed. I couldn't resist taking a picture of him with my phone and posting it to my girlfriends' WeChat group. My girlfriends immediately went wild. A group of women in their thirties and forties started swooning, sending all sorts of drooling and nosebleed emojis, shouting, "Where is this? Quickly ask for his WeChat!" I said, "He's the top masseur at the massage parlor." My girlfriends then yelled, "Then why are you even getting a foot massage? Hurry up and strip naked so he can massage you!" I replied, "How could a decent woman like me know a bunch of shady women like you?" Then a link was sent to the group chat, titled "A Personal Account of a Bali Heterosexual Spa Massage Experience." Curious, I clicked on it. The article described the woman's experience of getting a heterosexual spa in Bali. The beginning was normal, but it became increasingly explicit, with the male masseur making various sexual advances towards her. It made me blush. I've read plenty of erotic novels and am considered a "veteran" in my own right, but today, in front of my husband, scantily clad, having my feet massaged by a handsome young stranger while reading erotica, I felt like a thief, incredibly uneasy. Turning my head, I saw my husband snoring away, and I couldn't help but continue reading with a mix of tension and excitement. The account was incredibly realistic; later, the male masseur even started having sex with the woman, who ultimately experienced multiple orgasms and felt ecstatic. The explicit and realistic descriptions made me feel hot all over, as if I were there myself. A warm current surged through my lower body. After reading it, I felt secretly ashamed and instinctively squeezed my legs together. The young man noticed and looked up, asking, "Does it hurt?" I blushed and shook my head. He added, "Tell me if you don't feel the right pressure anywhere." He smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. Oh my god, I was smitten again! If he were ten years younger, I'd be completely smitten. The handsome young man then said, "Sis, your feet are so beautiful." Still recovering from the excitement of reading those erotic stories, the compliment made my face flush again. I replied shyly, "Really?" He said, "Yes, they're so white and beautiful, truly delicate feet." This slightly provocative compliment made me even more shy and excited. My feet are indeed naturally beautiful. When my husband and I are intimate, he holds my feet and licks every toe with his tongue. Thinking about this, as I watched the handsome young man massaging my feet, I couldn't help but fantasize about him lowering his head to lick my feet, then slowly kissing his way up to me. As I thought about it, a wave of heat washed over me. I felt my disposable paper underwear was soaked through, so I quickly squeezed my legs together, afraid the handsome young man would notice. I felt incredibly ashamed. I tried to distract myself by scrolling through my phone, but I couldn't help stealing glances at him, my mind continuing to wander. I used to occasionally fantasize about being pinned down by my favorite male celebrities, but those private fantasies were nothing compared to this. Now, fantasizing about being teased and flirted with by this handsome young man in front of my husband felt like the first time I secretly watched porn in my dorm room—nervous, scared, yet incredibly exciting. I kept glancing at my husband; he was fast asleep. I felt so ashamed. My husband and I are very loving, and I never thought I would betray him. But now, I was emotionally cheating on him right in front of him, and I couldn't resist. I felt deeply guilty, wondering if I was a promiscuous woman. But at the same time, I tried to justify myself, telling myself it was because I'd had a few drinks and read that erotic novel, and that it was just a thought, not a crime to fantasize.
Just as I was thinking about all these random things, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sole of my foot, making me cry out. The handsome young man said, "Is it painful here?" I nodded, and he continued, "This acupoint is connected to the mammary glands. If it's painful, it means your mammary glands are blocked." I was a little embarrassed when a young, handsome man talked about my breasts like that. I told him I had mastitis after giving birth, and he said that after mastitis, you need to massage your breasts regularly to prevent breast cancer. I blushed again when he mentioned breast massage, but the young man wasn't shy at all and started chatting with me about various health and wellness issues. At this point, the chubby masseuse who was massaging my husband's feet started interrupting. I was having a good conversation with the young man, but she had to keep interrupting, ruining my mood. She was very annoying, and her voice was loud. I was afraid she would wake my husband; if he woke up and saw a handsome young man in front of me, he would definitely be jealous. I started thinking about whether I should send her away. Then the young man started massaging my calves, asking if they were also sore. I said yes, and asked why they were so sore. He said that these are the meridians that run from the soles of the feet to the breasts, and pain means they are blocked. He suggested I get a full-body massage to unblock the meridians. I said your session wasn't over yet. The young man smiled and said, "I can serve you too." The chubby masseur next to me chimed in, saying that their masseur number 88 had excellent service, and many female customers came specifically for him. If I were alone, I probably would have asked him to give me a massage, but my husband was right there, and I couldn't feel comfortable giving a massage to a man while my back was bare in front of him. So I replied, "Let's wait a bit." The young man chuckled again. My intention was to wait until after his shift ended before getting the massage, but I felt I had spoken vaguely, and he might have thought I agreed to let him massage me. I realized this was inappropriate and worried he might misunderstand, so I wanted to explain, but I held back. Deep down, I hoped the young man would misunderstand my true meaning. The young man massaged my calves, which felt tingly and numb, and he complimented my calves, making me very happy. But the chubby masseur was a real eyesore, constantly interrupting. Finally, I couldn't help but tell her, "My husband is asleep, you don't need to massage him." As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I wondered if they would think I was creating an opportunity for myself to be alone with the handsome young man. The chubby masseur, hearing my comment, tidied up and left, leaving only the three of us in the room. I felt a little awkward. The young man pressed on my calf, asking if it hurt. As he spoke, his hand moved to my thigh, making me shudder. I thought to myself, "This guy is so naughty! He's so bold now that I've sent the chubby masseur away!" But seeing his focused massage, and how comfortable it really felt, I felt a little itchy and didn't want to stop him. After a while, he said, "Sister, let me give you a massage. It'll feel good if I unblock your meridians." I had been waiting for him to say that, but I replied, "Isn't that inconvenient? My husband is right here." The young man said, "Don't worry, we're a very professional massage therapist. Many men bring their partners to our male masseuses for massages." Hearing him say that, I was torn by an internal struggle. I glanced at my sleeping husband and wanted to refuse, but in the end I said, "Okay, then." My face flushed red as I finished speaking, and I didn't dare look the handsome young man in the eye. He said, "Then please lie down on the massage bed." I sat up from the massage chair, clutched the towel to my chest, and walked over to the massage bed next to me, lying down. This way, I was a little further away from my husband, separated by the massage chair. I was very nervous. Although I knew my husband was a very sound sleeper and that most people couldn't wake him, I wondered if he would be furious if he woke up and found a handsome young man giving me a massage. Just as I was thinking this, the young man finished getting ready and came over. I whispered, "Turn the lights down a bit." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I felt like I was hinting at something to him again. The young man dimmed the lights and then came over, leaning against me to give me a massage. I could feel the aura of a young, masculine man emanating from him, and my bra tightened again. The young man started massaging my shoulders. I heard him softly say, "Relax," and I finally relaxed my tense body. The young man was indeed a top performer; his strength was just right, and his acupressure points were very accurate. It felt incredibly comfortable. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy it, feeling much more relaxed. He massaged my body from my shoulders down my back, making sure every point was precise. Slowly, his hand moved to my buttocks, and I tensed up again. His large hand covered my buttocks, kneading and rubbing. Then his hand moved down, starting from the outside of my thighs, pushing back and forth, slowly moving inwards. After a while, I felt his hand on the inner side, and I started to tense up again (Jiaren WeChat Official Account: jiarenorg). I was afraid he would discover my soaked underwear. His hand slowly moved to the inside of my thighs, pushing against my knees, all the way to the groin. I held my breath, feeling every hair on my body stand on end. He continued pushing slowly back and forth, and each time he almost reached the groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand began to tremble at the groin. I felt a jolt, like an electric shock. After a while, I started sweating. He then used his fingertips to tease and stroke my inner thighs, making my legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my genitals through my pants. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, and instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed back and forth along the inside of my thighs, slowly spreading my legs a little wider. His hands continued to roam along my inner thighs, occasionally rubbing my genitals with his fingers, making me incredibly itchy. Each rub made my body tremble. If the first touch was unintentional, this rubbing was definitely deliberate. I thought to myself, "Isn't this supposed to be proper? Why is he being so handsy?" I wanted to stop him, but I also longed for the feeling of being rubbed. Perhaps because I didn't object, he rubbed even more... The more frequently he touched me, the more comfortable I felt. Suddenly, two of his fingers pressed directly against my genitals. I felt a little suffocated. Although deep down I was looking forward to him touching me down there, I was also terrified when he actually did it. I thought to myself, how dare this guy touch my genitals in front of my husband? If I don't stop him, he might do something even more outrageous. However, the intense stimulation made me hesitate. Just as I was wavering, he started massaging my genitals through my pants with his thumb. Slowly, gently, it felt so good. I felt myself getting wet again, and my defenses gradually crumbled. I became increasingly weak and unable to stop him. After a while, he suddenly let go and pressed on my calves. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a sense of emptiness. After a while, he spoke, "Sis, take off your clothes, I'll give you a back massage." Hearing about taking off my clothes made me nervous again. I sat up, my hands still frozen. The young man, seeing my embarrassment, turned away. I glanced at my husband; he was fast asleep. I struggled internally, but finally couldn't resist taking off my shirt. Then, bare-backed, I lay face down on the massage bed, burying my head in my wrists, my heart pounding. I heard the sound of a bottle being opened behind me, and suddenly felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. He then began to stroke my back, applying essential oil. After a few repetitions, I felt his large hands massaging my back. My body is small, so his hands completely covered my back. It felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down, and after a while, he started massaging my shoulders. He said the trapezius muscles are the most strained muscles, so he massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all that, my shoulders felt much lighter. Then he started pushing along both sides of my spine, then moved to my waist, which felt really good. Next, he began making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders down to my waist, then up to my armpits. I felt his fingertips brushing against the edge of my breasts. He kept circling like this, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down my body. I started to tense up, feeling like his hand was about to touch my nipples. I suddenly remembered the classic scene in the movie *Jan Dara*, where Christy Chung's character, a stepmother, has her bare back massaged by her stepson. His hands slid under her armpits, and finally, he couldn't resist grabbing her breast. Their lust was about to ignite, and they began their incestuous affair without restraint. Thinking of this erotic image, I became very nervous again. What if he grabbed my breast? Just then, his hand left my armpits and started pushing my waist. I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed. After a while, the handsome young man spoke again, "Please lie down, I'll massage your chest and unclog your milk ducts." Hearing this, my heart pounded wildly. It was finally here. I thought, "It's too late to refuse now." I could only pray my husband wouldn't wake up. With a determined heart, I rolled over, but still covered my chest with my hands, my eyes tightly closed, afraid to look at him. I only heard the young man gently say, "Relax." Then he gently removed my hands, my upper body completely exposed before him. I was incredibly nervous. He put some essential oil on my breasts and began massaging it in circles around my nipples. My breasts weren't very large, but they were quite firm. I...My husband usually loves to touch my breasts. He started talking, saying my breasts are beautiful and perfect, and that massaging them with oil can improve many breast problems, such as sagging, outward expansion, and even the color of the areola. However, he said I didn't seem to need those things. I couldn't help but laugh. He then diligently gave me a full breast massage, lifting my breasts and so on. But he wouldn't touch my nipples. I was puzzled; my nipples are very sensitive, and I love the feeling of them being touched, but he wouldn't. He added that even if my breasts don't have any problems now, I should still take care of them, and that I can buy essential oils and massage them at home regularly. He said a woman's breasts are the most beautiful part of her body, and he even taught me some massage techniques, which made me very happy.He massaged me for a while, then casually touched my nipple. I felt goosebumps rise all over my breasts. After a while, he suddenly covered my breasts with both large hands, rubbing them in circles. His warm palms rubbed against my nipples, and the feeling was so good I almost cried out. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good. Soon, I felt my nipples harden. Suddenly, his hands slid down and began circling my lower abdomen. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when his hands started kneading my lower abdomen again. I felt his hands brush against my pubic hair, and I started to tense up again. Then I heard him say, "I'll massage your lymph nodes to detoxify you." Then his hands slid inside my pants, and a wave of goosebumps rose from my genitals. He slowly massaged my groin area, a very sensitive spot. I felt his hands intentionally or unintentionally touching my labia. Before, it was through my pants, but now it was through my thin paper underwear. My whole body was trembling, unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Suddenly, he applied a little more pressure, and a sharp pain made me cry out. The young man said, "Your area is quite congested; you'll have to take your pants off to massage it properly." I didn't make a sound or dare to move. He reached out to help me take off my pants. My mind resisted, but my body obediently lifted my buttocks slightly to cooperate. He skillfully pulled my pants down, leaving me only with a paper panty, which was already soaked and practically useless. I was now almost completely naked in front of him. I thought the consequences would be unimaginable if my husband woke up, but I felt there was no turning back. I could only close my eyes tightly and squeeze my thighs together. The handsome young man gently stroked my thighs, telling me to relax, and then spread my legs apart. My paper panty was so wet it had become transparent, and my genitals were basically exposed to him. I felt both ashamed and excited, my body trembling. He started pushing against my groin again, his thumb rubbing against my vulva as he pushed back up. I knew he was doing it on purpose, but I didn't resist at all because it felt so good. After a while, his hand suddenly slipped inside my underwear and began rubbing the pubic hair above my vulva. I didn't dare breathe, letting him do as he pleased, my heart conflicted, anticipating his next move. Perhaps seeing that I didn't resist, his fingers soon covered my labia. Although I had expected it, I was still startled. My last shred of reason made me open my eyes, blushing, and say, "Don't touch there." The handsome young man said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you with ovarian maintenance." Looking at his handsome face, I couldn't resist. Even though my husband was sleeping nearby, lust had already clouded my judgment. I closed my eyes again, gripping the sheets with both hands. At this moment, the handsome young man began to gently rub my labia. Slowly, he used one finger to separate my labia, placing the entire finger on my vaginal opening, and then stopped. I suddenly felt a little anxious, wanting him to move faster. After a while, he slowly started rubbing up and down again, occasionally brushing against my clitoris, stimulating my lower body to spasm. Perhaps because of the underwear, his movements were very gentle. I so wished he could take me to the peak faster. I slightly raised my buttocks again. He seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "Take off your underwear too." Before I could react, he pulled down his paper panties, completely exposing my genitals to him. I couldn't be shy anymore. He then started rubbing my clitoris with his fingers. A jolt of electricity shot through my body; I felt like I was about to climax. I bit my finger. Seeing my reaction, the young man sped up. Soon, a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. My body trembled, my mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I was plunged into an unprecedented orgasm. I often masturbated before, and my husband would help me reach orgasm by touching my clitoris, but this time it came quickly and felt incredibly good. Being touched on the clitoris by a strange young man in front of my husband felt... The thrill of breaking moral taboos was unparalleled. Seeing that I had already climaxed, the handsome young man stopped massaging my clitoris and gently stroked my body. This post-orgasmic caress felt incredibly comfortable. I couldn't help but open my eyes to look at him, accidentally glancing at his crotch. There was a small tent there, and it looked quite large. My gaze was drawn to it, and I was too embarrassed to look away. I moved my eyes upwards, only to find myself face-to-face with the handsome young man again. He had noticed me looking at his crotch and smiled at me. My face flushed red, and I quickly closed my eyes, too ashamed to look any further. (The last part is a separate, unrelated paragraph.) Suddenly I heard a rustling sound, and then the handsome young man grabbed my hand. I felt him holding something hot. I was startled and opened my eyes to see that he had taken off his pants, and a thick, long penis was erect between his legs. My hand was being held on it. I was both shocked and ashamed, and I quickly pulled my hand back, angrily saying, "What are you doing?" But my eyes unconsciously glanced at his penis again. It was really thick and big. Seeing that I was angry, the handsome young man put his pants back on and said, "Sorry, sis, you're too beautiful and I couldn't resist." I ignored him, feeling very angry. Although I was touched to orgasm while naked, it was still passive. If my husband woke up and questioned me, I could say I was forced. But now, to make me hold a stranger's penis would be considered active. My husband would kill me if he found out. This guy really thinks I'm some kind of slutty and promiscuous woman. Although I was completely aroused, I wouldn't stoop so low as to masturbate in front of my husband. As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt something warm suckle my nipple. I opened my eyes and saw him kissing my nipple on my chest. I quickly tried to push him away, saying "Get away," but I couldn't move him. Seeing my resistance, he suddenly increased the pressure and speed, his tongue rapidly circling between my nipple and areola. Waves of tingling sensations washed over me, and my hands, which were bracing against his shoulders, grew weaker and weaker. Then, one of his hands slid down from my chest, all the way to my genitals, separating my tightly closed thighs, and began massaging my vaginal opening. I was being attacked from both sides, feeling so comfortable that I was powerless to resist. My anger gradually subsided. Then he switched to licking my other nipple, and his fingers gently rubbed back and forth at my vaginal opening. At this moment... My desire gradually rose as he caressed me, and I mentally gave up resisting, bracing myself for his fingers to slip inside at any moment. Sure enough, he began to insert them into my vagina, and my whole body trembled again. His movements were slow and labored, as if he were afraid of hurting me. After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hand seemed quite long, and his fingers remained still inside. At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore and hoped he would move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. Gradually, the amplitude of the tremors increased, and the intervals between the tremors became faster and faster. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, desperately biting my lip to keep from crying out. His tremors became more and more intense, my breathing became more and more rapid, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. It turned out he had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all; there was no chafing sensation. His two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside me, while his other hand gently pressed against my clitoris. I felt like I was going crazy; biting my lip, I couldn't stop moaning, so I covered my mouth with my left hand, letting out muffled groans every now and then. Just as I was lost in passion, I suddenly felt him grab my right hand with his other hand, grasping his thick penis once more. This time, I was overwhelmed by pleasure and had no will to resist. My hand was held and stroked up and down on his penis. That penis was thicker than my vibrator at home, hot and hard, and even a little curved. I've had several boyfriends, including my husband, and have handled quite a few different penises, but I've never encountered one this big. I couldn't help but peek through my eyes and saw that I was stroking it up and down. The huge glans was swollen and red, with bulging veins at the base. My hand looked so small when it was on top of it. The sight of that penis made my lust even stronger. I thought about what it would be like to have such a thick penis inserted inside me... As I was lost in thought, I suddenly noticed the handsome young man staring at me. I quickly closed my eyes. Perhaps because he noticed me glancing at his penis again, which aroused him, his hand movements suddenly quickened, each stroke hitting my G-spot. The tingling sensation in my lower body intensified, and at the same time, a strong urge to urinate arose. I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to pee. I hurriedly pulled my right hand out from his left hand and penis, and tried to push his right hand away, trying to stop him. However, he showed no sign of stopping; instead, his movements became even more intense. I couldn't push him away, and soon I couldn't hold it in any longer. The urge to urinate and the pleasure reached their peak simultaneously. At that moment, he suddenly pulled his finger out. My head buzzed, and streams of heat gushed uncontrollably from my lower body. With the loss of control, waves of orgasmic currents spread throughout my body, and my body convulsed uncontrollably. I felt like I was flying, floating on air... After the spasms slowly subsided, I turned to my side and clamped my...My legs were curled up on the massage bed, my mind blank, completely motionless as if I had lost consciousness. This orgasm from incontinence was even more intense than my first clitoral orgasm. I wondered if this was the legendary squirting sensation, it was simply heavenly. Just as I was still limp and powerless from the afterglow of the orgasm, I suddenly felt the handsome young man lift my feet up, and then something soft, warm, and slippery took my toes into his mouth. The feeling was familiar. I turned my head and saw the handsome young man sucking on my toes with his mouth, his penis still erect. The scene... His face was incredibly alluring. I tried to pull my foot back, but he held it tightly. He licked it while staring intently at me, his eyes filled with hunger and provocation. I quickly turned my head and closed my eyes. I had just been fantasizing about him licking my toes, and now it was actually happening. My heart pounded. I thought to myself, this wasn't the "regular massage" he'd promised; it was clearly a sex service. I felt embarrassed but also strangely enjoying it. His tongue licked from my toes to the soles of my feet, making me incredibly itchy. My feet itched, and so did my heart. Since I was lying on my side, he licked all the way up from my heels... A soft, smooth tongue slid down my calves, the backs of my thighs, and finally circled my buttocks. Because my back was to him, and his lower body was exposed, I felt a sense of vulnerability, as if I were being attacked from behind. If he wanted to penetrate me from behind, I wouldn't be able to stop him. Although I had fantasized about being raped by him, I only thought about it; I couldn't let it actually happen in front of my husband. But his tongue felt so good; my husband had never served me like this. The feeling was simply wonderful. I was caught between fear and... Amidst the conflicting pleasures, his tongue drew closer and closer to my genitals, causing my lower body to tense up again. He used both hands to spread my buttocks, and his tongue swept across my vaginal opening, sending a shiver through me. Then, he actually started licking my anus. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was the first time someone had licked my anus, and it felt so wonderful. My husband had never done it for me. His nimble tongue swirled around my anus, creating an incredibly itchy yet pleasurable sensation. My vagina started to wet again. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness I showered and washed my buttocks before the massage; otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing if there was a smell. This handsome young man has some really unusual tastes." Just as I was thinking this, his tongue left my buttocks, brushing across my lower back and back. Then he stood up, bent down, and lay on my thighs, licking my lower abdomen. Because I was lying on my side, my lower abdomen was protruding with a small ring of fat and stretch marks, which I felt quite embarrassed about. But he actually greedily sucked on my belly, making very obvious slurping sounds, as if he had found a treasure. He even slipped the tip of his tongue into my navel, giving me a queen-like, supreme pleasure. Then he continued upwards, starting to lick my nipples. By this time, I was already... His teasing made my whole body itch, my desire surged, and my lower body was incredibly wet. He stood up again and kneaded my buttocks with one large hand. Then I felt something rubbing against my vaginal opening. That thing was bigger than a finger; it was clearly his glans. I was shocked. Although I had anticipated that he might penetrate me, I couldn't accept it if it actually happened. I struggled to sit up and stop him, but he was faster than me, lifting my right leg first. With a soft "plop," his enormous glans entered my vagina. I couldn't help but cry out: Ahhh! The sound was indistinguishable between fear and pleasure. Because it was so loud, it woke my sleeping husband across from me, who suddenly let out a long snort. I was terrified and immediately held my breath, afraid to move, lest he wake up. In that tense moment, with my heart pounding in my chest, the young man took advantage of the situation, continuing to slowly penetrate me, seemingly oblivious to my presence. I felt a sense of invasion, but dared not move. Only after my husband's breathing returned to normal did I hurriedly try to push the young man's body away. His body was as strong as a mountain; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move him. Instead, he grabbed my hand, preventing me from moving. I whispered to him, "No!" But he completely ignored me and continued to penetrate deeper. I felt myself being possessed little by little. The pleasure of my vagina being filled by his penis almost made me lose the will to resist. I used the last bit of strength to twist my body, but I still couldn't break free. Just as his penis was about to reach the depths of my vagina, I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, he stopped moving forward and began to slowly pull back. I could clearly feel the shape of his huge glans, the edge rubbing against the inner wall of my vagina. All the sensitive spots were touched, and the pleasure was indescribable. I felt his penis was about to leave my vagina when suddenly, with another "plop," he thrust in quickly and powerfully. I was caught off guard again, biting my lip and letting out a muffled groan. This thrust was so pleasurable that I completely gave up resisting. As soon as he pulled out, I felt a numb and itchy sensation inside, and I was completely satisfied at once. Then he began to slowly move back and forth... The slow thrusting filled me completely, a sensation of fullness I'd never experienced before. I wanted to scream, so I covered my mouth with my left hand, but I couldn't stop the soft moans. Afraid of waking my husband, I nervously glanced at him. My right hand and right leg were being held up by the young man, my body turned sideways towards him. If he woke up, he'd immediately see my lewd posture, my lower body being penetrated by a thick penis. The thought made me incredibly nervous, but for some reason, the more nervous I became, the more excited I felt. My juices flowed uncontrollably. I wondered if the young man had deliberately inserted himself from the side so I could watch my husband while he fucked me. What a wicked guy! Thinking this, I felt a strange, humiliating pleasure welling up inside me. I was completely captivated by the young man's penis, lost in a frenzy of desire, and offered no resistance whatsoever. Instead, I longed for him to thrust faster, to send me to ecstasy. But he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts. After a while, he suddenly pulled out, eliciting another soft groan from me. Then he laid me flat, sat on the bed, and lifted my legs. I knew he was going to penetrate me from the front. My last shred of reason compelled me to say two words: "Use a condom." I was too ashamed to say it aloud, so I spoke so softly I felt only I could hear it, but the young man still heard me. He actually got off the bed and pulled out a condom from somewhere, putting it on. This clearly showed he had ill intentions from the start, but I had no time to dwell on it; my mind was consumed by lust. The young man got back on the bed, half-kneeling, lifting my buttocks, and thrusting his penis in from the front with a soft "plop." My vagina was filled again. Using a condom was clearly not as pleasurable as being naked. This time, he slowly penetrated to the deepest part of my vagina; I felt the head of his penis reach my cervix. My mouth... I couldn't take it anymore. My body was shrinking back. I'd never experienced anything like this before, the pleasure was more intense than ever before. He started to lie on top of me, licking my nipples while thrusting his penis in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. I could feel his penis going in and out of me. When it went deep, it felt so good and satisfying, and when it came out, I felt anxious and wanted it so badly. I felt like I was going to die. I gripped the sheets with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, moaning softly. He kissed my neck and earlobe, and whispered in my ear, "Baby, is it good?" I didn't say anything, but my heart was answering: Yes, so good! I've never tried such a big penis before. When his penis entered my body, it felt more comfortable than my vibrator and my husband's. The vibrator was cold, and my husband's penis was too short and not hard enough. It never touched my sensitive spots, and he ejaculated after only two minutes of penetration. But this handsome young man's penis was so hot, hard, and thick, and it lasted a long time. It made me feel like I was in heaven. Suddenly he removed my hand from my mouth and brought his lips to mine. My last shred of reason made me turn my head away and try to push him away by bracing myself against his chest. Seeing me dodge, his movements quickened, becoming swift and powerful, each thrust hitting my cervix. I felt suffocated. Then he turned my face back to him and kissed my lips. I was already delirious and powerless to resist. His tongue easily pried open my teeth, hooking my tongue around his. His tongue was agile and strong, and I couldn't help but extend my own to intertwine with his. If my husband were to wake up at this moment, he would see his usually dignified and virtuous wife naked, pinned down by a young, strong stranger, passionately kissing him. The sight of his penis thrusting in and out of me was so arousing; my husband would surely go crazy if he saw it, but I had no time to care. I forgot about my husband's existence, forgot about the constraints of moral taboos. I only wanted to merge with the young, energetic male body pressing down on me. My lower body became increasingly wet, soaking the sheets. His penis moved in and out rapidly, making a squelching sound. I kissed him passionately while letting out muffled moans. Soon, the pleasure in my lower body reached its peak, a strong current spreading from there. My hands gripped his broad chest tightly, my thighs clamped around his waist. Under his thrusts, I had another orgasm. He noticed my reaction slowed down, and after a moment, seeing me clamp my legs together...My thighs slowly loosened, and he began thrusting forcefully again, sending me back into a state of ecstasy. After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly straightened up, his hands gripping my breasts. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, his movements more intense. I could clearly feel his glans hardening and swelling, the pleasure of my vagina being filled building up. My legs uncontrollably clamped around his waist again, and I used all my strength to lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his penis plunging all the way in, the large glans pressing against my cervix, convulsing violently. I felt my vagina contracting, a powerful electric current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but groan loudly, completely disregarding whether it would disturb my husband. With his ejaculation, I also experienced another orgasm, feeling as if I were soaring to the heavens, forgetting everything else in the world. The handsome young man lay on top of me, panting for a while, before kissing my lips and cheeks. He massaged my body with his hands, as gently as a lover. After a while, he pulled his limp penis out of me, and I immediately felt empty in my lower body. He got up, dressed, tidied himself up, and then took a hot towel to gently wipe my body, which felt very comfortable.
After a long while, the pleasure slowly faded, and I began to regain my senses. After the series of orgasms, I felt completely exhausted. I turned to look at my husband; thankfully, he was still asleep, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the scandalous things his beloved wife had just done beside him. Looking at him, I was overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt. I began to feel resentment towards the young man. This guy had a handsome face, but a belly full of bad intentions. He lied from the beginning, saying it was a legitimate service, getting me to agree to a full-body oil massage, then slowly seducing and teasing me, leading me step by step down my moral boundaries and into the abyss of desire. Finally, despite my objections, he forced himself on me from behind, facing my husband, and even forced me to kiss him passionately. Although all of this brought me immense stimulation and pleasure, after the passion subsided and I calmed down, I felt unforgivable. At the same time, I blamed my girlfriends. If they hadn't shared that erotic novel about a heterosexual spa in our WeChat group, igniting my lust, I wouldn't have had these inner suggestions, half-heartedly resisting the handsome guy's advances from the beginning, leading to complete self-indulgence and an uncontrollable urge. Finally, I hated myself, hated my weakness. I'm a respectable woman, I love my husband so much, I never thought of betraying him, but today, having sex with a strange man in front of him—how could I live if word got out? How could I face my husband afterward? What terrified me even more was that this scenario, which I thought only existed in porn, happened to me, and I didn't feel any resistance; instead, I was excited and had multiple orgasms. Even though I was forcibly penetrated, which is legally rape, I was still conquered and even experienced a sense of liberation and release. Was I just a slut...? Overwhelmed with emotions—regret, fear, self-blame, and grief—coupled with the emptiness and exhaustion after my climax, I suddenly couldn't help but start sobbing softly.
The handsome young man finished wiping me down, saw I was crying, and came over to kiss my forehead. Then, he licked away my tears with his warm tongue, like comforting a lover. I initially wanted to pull away, but I was touched by his tender gesture, and I felt a little more forgiving. Finally, he brought a large towel and covered me, saying, "Baby, I'm leaving. Here's my phone number. Contact me if you need a massage." He left a note on the bed, smiled at me, and then left.
I breathed a sigh of relief after he left. After a while, my emotions calmed down, so I got up to shower, wanting to wash away all the filth on my body. As I got up, I saw the note he had left. I hesitated for a moment, then threw it in the trash. After showering, my mood improved considerably. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed my complexion was rosy. Was this due to the nourishment of a young man's body...? The thought of our encounter earlier stirred a flutter in my heart again. I quickly dismissed the thought, tidied my appearance, and made sure my face looked as if nothing had happened before quietly waking my husband. He got up sleepily, completely unaware of what had occurred. Feeling guilty, I dragged him to pay the bill, avoiding eye contact with anyone, afraid the waiters would expose me.
That night at the hotel, I held my husband as we slept, overwhelmed with guilt. I held him tightly, and he slept soundly, but my emotions were complicated. Recalling those stimulating scenes, I felt wet again, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time...

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