Training your wife

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My wife, Guilian, is a very traditional woman. She's never been with any other man besides me. Over the years of our marriage, I've occasionally had affairs, so I'm quite familiar with the local entertainment venues. I've always tried to persuade Guilian to go out and have some fun, but I always get a scolding. Undeterred, I kept plotting how to get her involved. One day, the opportunity came.

After work that evening, Guilian and I went out for dinner. We had a great time chatting; it had been a long time since we'd had such a conversation, so Guilian was clearly in high spirits. After dinner, neither of us wanted to go home. I suggested we find a place to sit, and my wife agreed.

One of Guilian's close friends' husbands recently opened a bar, so we agreed to go and support him. We drove to the bar. Inside, I was slightly disappointed; it was very ordinary and nothing special. But since we were already there, we sat down and ordered a few beers.

After sitting for a while, it got rather boring, so I suggested we go somewhere quiet and not too noisy. We drove to a nearby jazz bar, run by a foreigner, which had a unique vibe. It featured a Filipino band playing slow songs, and the atmosphere was nice. We found a secluded spot, watched the performance, and chatted aimlessly. Around midnight, we were both

a little tipsy and decided to leave. Once in the car, I asked Guilian, "Where to?" She said, "Where to? It's so late, let's go home." I said, "I'm a little dizzy. How about we get a massage to sober up before we go? It's Saturday tomorrow, so we don't have to go to work."

Guilian asked, "Where to?" I thought for a moment and mentioned a nice sauna with a women's section. I figured I'd get her there first. I said, "Let's go to Golden Harbor. The masseuses there are good." So, we drove off. When

we arrived at Golden Harbor Sauna, we parked and went inside, arm in arm. We then went to the men's and women's sections separately. I told the manager that the woman had never been to a place like this before, and not to make her too nervous. The manager said, "Don't worry, we're very discreet here; you won't run into anyone you know."

I was secretly calculating my options, quickly took a shower, and went up to the third floor. (For context, the first floor is the men's bath area, the second floor is the women's bath area, and the third floor has private rooms.) I went up to the third floor and found two quiet rooms (I'd been here many times and was very familiar with the area). I opened one room, went in to rest, and waited for Guilian to come up.

Fifteen minutes later, the attendant brought Guilian up. By then, she had changed into a Japanese-style sauna robe. Thinking about how she was going to be wearing nothing underneath, I couldn't help but get excited; my little brother slowly started to get hard, hehe!

I said to Guilian, "You can stay in the next room." Guilian asked, "Is it okay if we both stay in one room?" I said, "Look for yourself, there's only one bed in each room. Why are we in one? You go in first, I'll ask them to arrange a masseur." My wife went in, puzzled.

Guilian is a bit of a clean freak, so I told the manager, "Please arrange a clean male masseur for my friend." A little while later, the masseur arrived and led my wife into her room. Guilian asked in surprise, "Why is it a man?" The manager explained, "It's too late, all the women have left, so only male masseurs are available." I secretly admired the manager's shrewdness.

I also said, "It's just a massage, men and women are different. When you go to a hospital, can you choose your doctor?" Guilian reluctantly lay down. We turned and left the room.

Nowadays, saunas are not allowed to have completely sealed doors due to regulations from the public security department, so they all have a small transparent glass panel about the size of a magazine installed on the door. After we left, the masseur took a towel from inside and blocked the glass. I thought, "That won't do, I've come all this way for nothing."

I went to my room, grabbed a towel, and poked a small hole in the middle. Then I went to Guilian's room, called the masseuse out, and instructed her: "Just massage me as you normally would. I'll arrange a tip after you're done. Don't pay attention to any noise outside." Then I handed her the towel: "Use this towel to block the glass, and give me the other one." The masseuse looked at me, puzzled, and took the towel.

I returned to my room, and the manager asked: "Sir, should we arrange one for you?" I said, "No, thank you. I'll rest for a bit. I'll pay the room fee as usual. Please don't let anyone disturb us." The manager agreed: "Then please rest well. We won't disturb you."

After a few minutes, I was sure there was no one outside, and Guilian's massage had probably already started. I took a deep drag of my cigarette, left my room, and went to the door next door. Through the small hole I had poked in the towel, I could see the massage bed and faintly hear my wife and the masseuse talking.

I saw Guilian lying face down on the massage bed, her Japanese-style top still on, though the masseuse had pulled it up to her neck. The masseuse stood to the side of the bed, applying massage oil to Guilian's back. The oil was cool, and I could feel my wife's body trembling as it dripped onto her back.

After applying the oil, the masseuse began massaging Guilian's back with both hands, starting from the bottom up, along her spine. After about five minutes, the masseuse began massaging from the outside towards her spine. I could clearly feel Guilian's exposed breasts being deformed and squeezed under the masseuse's hands and the pressure of her own body weight. I couldn't help but feel excited, and my penis became noticeably erect.

Guilian's back began to shine and turn red due to the essential oil. A small amount of essential oil smudged down the side of her breasts, and the masseuse wiped it clean. Just as the masseuse's hands touched the side of her breasts, Guilian's body clearly twitched slightly; she seemed to be aroused. Her buttocks also slightly lifted, which was typical of her arousal.

After a while, the back massage was finished, and the masseuse gently pulled down Guilian's massage shorts to begin massaging her buttocks. As the masseuse's hands pulled down the shorts, Guilian's rounded buttocks were revealed to a strange man. I noticed that the masseuse's shorts were also bulging, which excited me even more. I knew the real show was just beginning.

The masseuse began applying essential oil to Guilian's buttocks. Due to nervousness from her first time, Guilian's legs were tightly clamped together, and her buttocks were taut. However, as the masseuse's hands gently massaged her fair buttocks, her muscles slowly began to relax, and her thighs loosened their tightness.

The technician's hands squeezed Guilian's buttocks outward from the groin, parting the muscles and exposing her anus.

The muscles of her anus and buttocks shone brightly under the influence of the essential oil. Suddenly, the technician changed his technique, massaging Guilian's anus along the groin. At this point, Guilian was completely overwhelmed; her buttocks involuntarily writhed with each touch. When she lifted her buttocks, her genitals were faintly visible, also glistening with a mixture of essential oil and vaginal secretions.

The technician became bolder, gently touching Guilian's genitals with his fingertips. He started with light, almost imperceptible contact, causing Guilian's buttocks to arch even higher. He then placed four fingertips on her genitals, massaging in circular motions, while his thumb gently pressed against her anus. His other hand lightly massaged her back. This technician was truly skilled. Guilian's legs had

somehow fully opened. But the technician wasn't in a hurry. After massaging her genitals for a while, he removed his hands and began massaging her thighs, from the inner thighs to the calves, then to the soles of her feet, and finally to her toes. Guilian had completely given up resistance, letting the technician's hands roam over her body. Her legs were spread wide, her face buried in the pillow, revealing no expression.

About half an hour later, the massage therapist whispered something in Guilian's ear. My wife rolled over, face up, her face flushed, her clothes pulled up, her shorts down. I knew the therapist was starting on her front.

Guilian lay on the bed, and the therapist, with barely perceptible movements, untied her bathrobe. Guilian turned slightly so the therapist could pull the sleeves off her body. In an instant, Guilian was lying completely naked on the bed, exposed to the therapist, and of course, to me, peeping from the doorway.

The technician gently applied essential oil to Guilian's breasts. Guilian's breasts were firm, and her nipples glistened alluringly under the oil. The technician grasped Guilian's breast with one hand and kneaded it, while Guilian's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, her face filled with ecstasy, her legs tightly clamped together, her genitals raised, and some kind of liquid on her sparse pubic hair.

After a while, the masseuse pinched Guilian's nipple between her index and middle fingers and began to lift it. As the masseuse lifted her nipple with both hands, Guilian finally couldn't help but cry out, "Oh..." Her hands, without her noticing, were now either rubbing her clitoris vigorously with one hand or tightly gripping the masseuse's thigh with the other. Perhaps she hadn't completely let go, not grasping the masseuse's penis, which had already created a tent in her shorts.

Unconsciously, one of the masseuse's hands left Guilian's breast and reached towards her genitals. The masseuse gently took Guilian's hand from her clitoris and moved it to her own breast. Thus, Guilian's breasts were now being rubbed in her own hand and pinched between the masseuse's fingers, her red nipple being lifted.

Meanwhile, Guilian's genitals were already fully open, and the masseuse used the tips of her index and ring fingers to... After parting Guilian's labia, the technician gently pressed her clitoris with her middle finger. Guilian's breathing became rapid, and she gripped her breast tightly with her other hand, her chin raised sharply. I knew Guilian was ready for action.

Then, the technician inserted her middle finger deep into Guilian's vagina, fingertip facing upwards. I knew she was searching for Guilian's G-spot. Guilian's hips began to twist violently, her lips and eyes tightly closed. The technician leaned close to Guilian's ear and whispered something. Guilian shook her head, but twisted her hips even more violently.

The technician then shifted her attention to Guilian's genitals, pinching Guilian's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and gently rubbing it. Guilian's clitoris had turned bright red under the technician's kneading, and her vagina was very wet, with the red vaginal opening exposed. Her labia were moistened by her own vaginal fluid and essential oil.

The technician then moved the massager to Guilian's breasts... One hand moved to her vaginal opening, the other pinched Guilian's clitoris, while the other hand sometimes pinched Guilian's labia minora, sometimes quickly inserting two fingers deep into Guilian's vagina. Guilian's body swayed incessantly, her hands kneading and squeezing her breasts, semen flowing from her vaginal opening, her body clenching tightly.

Finally, with a cry of "Oh..." Guilian's body completely relaxed. As her body relaxed, the technician's hands slowly slowed down, gradually leaving her genitals, and began to gently caress Guilian's breasts. Guilian began to calm down.

The technician took a thermos from under the cabinet in the room, poured out some hot water, took a towel, wet it, and began to wipe the essential oil off Guilian's body. Finally, she folded the hot towel into a small square and placed it on Guilian's genitals. After a while, she washed the towel and began to wipe Guilian's labia minora and vulva. As he wiped my vulva and groin with a hot towel, I noticed Guilian was becoming aroused again. However, I silently picked up my bathrobe and quietly put it on. The masseur also came out with a basin to pour water, but I quickly retreated back into the room, trembling as I lit a cigarette, only to realize my legs were already numb.

About five minutes later, Guilian came to my door. Seeing me smoking, she asked, "Are you done?" I said, "I didn't have a massage. I was watching the Premier League. Are you done? Let's go."

In the car, we didn't speak, remaining silent the whole way. Back home, we showered and went to bed. I moved Guilian's body, and she suddenly hugged me excitedly: "I want to do it." Our passion began, but I never asked Guilian about what happened in the room, and she didn't mention it either. However, as I penetrated Guilian, my mind was filled with the image of the masseur's hands moving in and out of Guilian's vagina—that state of excitement I will never forget.

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