My wife's entire experience of a spa with a man

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The masseur, wearing only a towel and no bra, walked towards the massage bed. He smiled and greeted my wife,
who seemed shy and closed her eyes upon seeing him.
I asked him if he had any blindfolds. He said yes, and went to get one for my wife. I could sense her nervousness. I immediately started to get excited, and many images flashed through my mind.
I took out my phone and started filming.
My wife lay on the massage bed, and the male masseur went to get three large bottles of essential oils and placed them on the shelf next to the massage bed. He first helped my wife re-arrange her hair (because it was a bit loose). Then he pulled off the towel wrapped around her body. My wife flinched, and he asked her to lift up so he could remove the towel. She lifted up, one hand still covering her chest.

After removing the towel, he folded it and placed it on my wife's buttocks. Then he pulled my wife's right hand, indicating that she should relax and put her hand down, which she did.
He first poured the oil from the purple bottle onto my wife's back, then slowly rubbed it with his hands, moving to her arms and sides. I could see her resist slightly when his hands brushed against her chest. He then started applying it to her thighs, omitting her buttocks. However, when he applied it to her inner thighs, I could clearly see her legs were tightly clenched. Because a towel was covering her buttocks, her groin and vulva were still not visible.
After applying it evenly, he took out a blue bottle and poured some essential oil onto her back, applying it in the same way. Surprisingly, after applying both oils, her skin turned a noticeably bronze, looking very alluring.
He continued massaging my wife in this manner for about forty minutes. Then he pulled the towel off her buttocks, rolled it into a circle, and asked her to lift her buttocks. My wife was a little embarrassed but slowly lifted them. He placed the round towel underneath, making her buttocks stick out.
I knew this was the start of the buttock massage, and the climax was about to begin.
My wife's legs were tightly clamped together, so tightly that only her buttocks were visible. The masseur took out a white bottle of essential oil and poured it onto my wife's buttocks. Perhaps because the previous oil had been heated up, when this was poured on, my wife clearly felt a chill, and her body twitched slightly.
Then the masseur began to stroke my wife's buttocks with both hands, pressing acupoints with his thumbs. Perhaps because the pressure made my wife a little sore, she twisted her body in resistance. The masseur quickly noticed and immediately stopped pressing. He poured some more essential oil and continued stroking, massaging her buttocks for about ten minutes. Then he took out the essential oil bottle again and poured it, this time into my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks clenched up noticeably again, and his fingers began to massage along her buttocks towards her anus. At this point, I could see my wife's buttocks muscles contracting, in resistance.
The technician's technique was good. He didn't rush to press down, but gently rubbed back and forth on her buttocks. After a few rubs, my wife's resistance disappeared, and her legs slightly opened, indicating she was feeling something.
With her legs slightly open, her alluring vulva was completely exposed (mainly because the towel underneath elevated her buttocks), very tempting. It was clear that her labia were engorged (my wife's labia are quite large, and before coming, to look good in her swimsuit, her pubic hair had been thoroughly shaving). The technician's fingers slowly reached my wife's anus and began to gently rotate.
As he massaged, my wife suddenly made a slight sound. I knew this meant the technician's finger had entered her anus a little. (A lot of oil might make it easier to enter). The technician was massaging my wife's back with one hand, while his other finger teased her anus, but didn't massage her vagina.
I, watching from the side, was also completely aroused.
After a while, I noticed a clear liquid on my wife's vulva. It wasn't oil; it must be her vaginal fluid starting to flow.
At this point, the masseur asked my wife to turn over to face me. She was still a little embarrassed as she turned, her right hand still covering her chest, and her legs naturally clamped together.
The masseur probably noticed her shyness and covered her hips with a towel. He then told her to relax, removing her right hand from her chest, revealing her breasts completely. I could tell she was having all sorts of thoughts, because I saw her nipples were erect.
The masseur first applied purple essential oil to my wife's chest and then began massaging with both hands. However, he didn't directly massage her breasts; instead, he spread the oil all over her body—abdomen, arms, thighs. When he reached her inner thighs, my wife was much more cooperative and less resistant than before. Finally, he started massaging my wife's breasts. He slowly pushed upwards with his entire palm from the bottom, then from the side towards the center. When he reached the center, his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. He continued this back-and-forth motion, and my wife's nipples remained hard. I could clearly feel my wife's face turning slightly red. I could also clearly feel my wife's legs starting to twist.
At this point, he took out a blue bottle, poured out some essential oil, and repeated the previous actions, but this time he spent more time massaging her breasts and also massaged her lower abdomen for quite a while. Then he slowly removed the towel covering my wife's body.
This time, my wife's legs weren't as tightly closed, and her labia majora were clearly visible. (The hair removal cream had removed all the hair; there was no hair left.) The technician then took out a white bottle of essential oil and poured it onto my wife's vulva. This time, he poured a lot, and much of it flowed down her vulva to her anus.
He didn't massage her vulva directly but instead massaged her lower abdomen. (I think he was massaging the uterus.) Then he placed his hand on his wife's lower abdomen, fingers pointing downwards, and slowly began to press down. His hand gradually reached her vulva, and his index and middle fingers slid down from the outside of her labia, then gently pinched and lifted them outwards. I don't know if this was the intended effect, or if there was too much lubricant, but the labia slipped out after being lifted. He
repeated this motion many times. At this point, I saw that my wife's labia were completely engorged with blood.
Suddenly, his technique changed. His middle finger slid down between the labia, and my wife clearly felt a tightening sensation; she must have touched her clitoris.
The masseur repeated this several times, each time my wife's body twitched slightly. When he slid down again, his hand stopped moving and instead began to part my wife's labia, gently pressing on her vaginal opening. Perhaps it felt good, because my wife started breathing heavily.
Then he took out the essential oil bottle with his left hand, poured out some oil, and began to press on his wife's clitoris, while his left fingers rubbed her nipples back and forth.
After a minute, it was clear that my wife was clearly aroused. Her breathing was rapid, and her voice was becoming heavier and louder.
After a while, my wife's legs began to slowly open automatically. I knew that my wife was about to climax, which was a signal for penetration. At this point, I estimated that anyone could penetrate her; my wife's last line of defense had completely collapsed.
The technician stroked her clitoris with his middle finger, and used his index and ring fingers to spread her labia and massage her vulva. At this point, my wife's vagina was completely open, like a butterfly's opening.
The technician leaned down and began to slowly move his tongue from the base of her thighs towards her vagina. He didn't immediately lick her vagina, but instead circulated it around. After a while, his tongue gently brushed against her clitoris and began to tease it, slowly licking downwards. He occasionally inserted his tongue into her vagina. After about ten minutes, my wife probably couldn't hold back any longer, and her vaginal discharge started to feel like she was about to ejaculate. You could clearly see the discharge flowing from her vaginal opening. Her body was also writhing more and more violently.
Suddenly, she said, "Honey, I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore, I really can't!" The technician knew what he meant. Looking at my wife's legs, they were completely open, revealing her most beautiful parts.
At this moment, the technician poured some more essential oil, then gently rubbed the entrance of my wife's vagina with his right middle and ring fingers, pressing his thumb against her clitoris, while his left hand massaged her lower abdomen.
With a low, comfortable moan from my wife, the technician inserted his two fingers into her vagina.
I knew she was finding her G-spot. The technician was indeed professional; she found it immediately. In just a few strokes, my wife's moans were almost unrecognizable. Her buttocks lifted, responding to the technician's movements.
I saw her vaginal fluids flowing in waves, following the technician's touch. The technician showed no sign of stopping, continuing.
Then, I saw my wife suddenly push her breasts together, squeezing them tightly and rubbing them. I knew she had reached orgasm and was completely absorbed, oblivious to everyone around her. She cried out, "Honey, honey, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, tell him to stop, I really can't." Although she said this, I knew she didn't want to stop. If she really wanted to stop, she could have simply said so, or even pushed herself away. At this point, my wife was covered in sweat and oil, glistening and looking incredibly beautiful.
I casually asked, "Wife, are you comfortable?"
My wife, panting heavily, replied, "No...no...I can't take it anymore!" At that moment, the technician suddenly pulled out two fingers, and I clearly saw a gush of semen spurt out with his fingers. My wife's breathing was still heavy, and her buttocks, which had just been raised, slowly lowered.
The technician suddenly inserted his hand again, continuing to rub her G-spot. My wife's buttocks, which had just relaxed, rose again, swaying up and down in rhythm with him. Her legs were also stretched out, very tense and forceful. And this time, her entire back was raised. Her moans grew louder and louder.
This time, the time lasted as long as last time. When the technician pulled out his fingers, a lot of semen spurted out again. I was incredibly excited watching this; I had never seen my wife spurt out so much semen before.
This time, when the technician pulled out his fingers, he was still pressing on her clitoris. Although my wife's body had lowered, her buttocks were still twisting, and her moans hadn't stopped.
Several tens of seconds later, the technician inserted his fingers into her vagina again, and my wife once again raised her buttocks in rhythm with the technician. This time, my wife's moans were completely hoarse. But it was precisely this hoarseness that was incredibly alluring.
At this moment, I noticed that one of my wife's hands was clutching her breast, while the other hand was reaching for the masseur's penis. The masseur didn't object, letting my wife hold it. I knew that my wife was probably not quite conscious at this point.
Her whole body was tense. This time, the G-spot lasted longer than the previous two times. When the masseur withdrew his fingers, my wife's entire body was convulsing, and she seemed to be struggling to breathe. Her legs were also trembling uncontrollably, and it took her a long time to stop. Her vagina was completely open, and vaginal fluid was still slowly flowing out.
After withdrawing his fingers from her vagina, my entire hand was covered in the fluid she had just ejaculated. At this moment, my wife's labia were completely open, like blooming petals, covered in beautiful, wet vaginal fluid. The masseur no longer had any reservations and mounted her. I rubbed the head of my penis against her clitoris and labia for two or three minutes. Since I had just ejaculated, her vaginal opening was very lubricated. The masseuse poured some essential oil onto her penis; the warm, sticky feeling of her labia felt wonderful as it was inserted into her vagina. I continued to rub and tease her. I felt my wife couldn't hold back any longer, but because she was about to have sex with a man other than her husband for the first time, she bit her lip, seemingly unwilling yet expectant of the masseuse, as if begging him to stop rubbing. Her hands kept pounding on the sheets and my arm, as if searching for something.
At this moment, I grabbed her hand and said, "Baby, it's okay, I'm here." But the more a woman acts like this, the more easily it arouses a man's primal lust. The technician then pushed forward slightly, and his large glans, lubricated by the vaginal fluid and essential oil, slid in forcefully, penetrating to the hilt. My wife was instantly filled tightly by the technician, her eyes widening in surprise. Due to the technician's previous teasing and caresses, her vagina was already overflowing with moisture, making a series of "plop" sounds with the technician's rhythmic thrusting. The sounds of their intercourse below grew louder and louder. The technician used a nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting technique, the powerful and crisp "slap slap slap" sounds echoing in the room. The perfect feeling of their bodies and minds completely merging was indescribably wonderful. My wife, despite having given birth, had a vagina as tight as a young girl's. The technician said that during thrusting, he could feel his penis being gripped and sucked in by my wife's vaginal muscles. The warm streams gushing from deep within my wife's vagina onto his glans almost caused the technician to ejaculate. The technician gritted his teeth, feeling a significant amount of my wife's vaginal fluid flow from his penis to their point of contact with each thrust, which was all the way in and out. The pubic hair near their point of contact was also sticky and wet from my wife's fluids. This kind of sex was simply a fantasy. Even seasoned men probably couldn't endure such stimulation for long. The technician thrust violently for about 20 minutes, then my wife suddenly stopped moaning and whispered in his ear that she couldn't take it anymore. With a sudden, forceful contraction of her vagina, the technician could no longer control himself. He ejaculated profusely. My wife's vagina spasmed in sync with the trembling of the technician's penis during ejaculation. This stimulating sensation lasted for about 5 seconds until the technician completely ejaculated his last drop of semen. His penis was still very hard, and he thrust a few more times with what seemed like his last gasp before finally stopping inside my wife's already overflowing vagina. They stayed in that position for about a minute before pulling out. I couldn't resist any longer and went back in to continue making love with my wife. I ejaculated in less than a minute.
The masseur then came over and slowly caressed my wife's entire body. He then used a towel to wipe the essential oil off her body and covered her with it.
He told my wife to lie down for a while. He filled the bathtub with water, saying she should soak in it later, and then he would apply lotion.
After he left, I removed my wife's eye mask. Her eyes were full of tears, and her face was covered in water; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears. Her face was flushed. I gave her some tea, and she drank the whole pot in one gulp.
I asked her, "Was it comfortable?"
She didn't even have the strength to speak. She softly said, "Honey, you're so naughty, making me do this." I knew she was actually very comfortable inside, but she just didn't want to say it.
My wife lay down for 10 minutes, then went for a soak. Afterwards, the masseuse applied lotion all over her body.
She was so exhausted she barely had the strength to walk back to her room. Once there, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. Watching her naked, I replayed the video I'd filmed on my phone. Hearing her hysterical screams and seeing her being brought to orgasm by another man, I couldn't take it anymore. I masturbated again, this time ejaculating a lot.
Afterwards, I often secretly watched that video. Each time I watched it, I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis would become wet.

(The above article is a repost.)

Many men want to engage in threesomes and couples' dating with their wives, but their wives haven't agreed yet. Actually, getting your wife to agree isn't difficult. You can start by arranging for a male masseur to come to your home for a massage. I feel this is the best way to get your wife to participate in a threesome.

We are a real couple. I initially guided my wife to participate in a threesome by arranging for a male masseur to come to our home for a regular massage. On the fourth time the masseur came to massage my wife, we got her into a threesome. I recorded videos of each massage. If you're interested in these videos of my wife's massages, you can add me as a friend (WeChat: zjs20120215). I'll share several short videos with you for free; each one is real, not downloaded from the internet, and unique in the world.

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