Having an erotic massage with my husband

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My name is Lin Huijuan, but my friends call me Juanjuan. About six months ago, I went for a massage with my husband—the kind with erotic elements.
We've been married for almost twenty years, and our sex life is quite fulfilling… Well, "fulfilling" is hard to define, but basically, I enjoy making love with him. I don't experience the "fever-ending" or "boredom" that experts talk about. Especially now that I'm in my forties, I feel like I'm missing something if I don't have sex every day, except during my period.
The reason I went for the massage was because my husband loves browsing porn sites and has seen some wife-swapping stories, which he then teased me about in bed. It's just for fun; there's nothing wrong with adding a little fantasy during sex—it's like pretending my husband isn't my real husband.
We're a very ordinary couple. My husband is a truck driver, and I'm a factory worker who works to support the family. When it comes to sex, we're pretty much like any other couple; we don't have any taboos about each other. We watch porn, try some tricks during sex—sexual fantasies or using sex toys—and occasionally read erotic novels online… Honestly, I always felt those novels were written for men, or by men pretending to be women; they're all about things that could never happen in real life. My husband gets very excited reading them, but as a woman, I know perfectly well whether those stories are true or false.
Anyway, after a while, my husband actually created an online dating account and secretly posted a thread asking for wife-swapping partners. When he found out, I was furious for a long time, feeling insulted. He's the only man I've ever had, and at forty years old, he's still doing this kind of messy stuff? My husband said it's just for fun! Who says I have to agree to anything? Surprisingly, there were a lot of respondents, but none of them were actually couples; most were single men looking to take advantage.
After reading their chat history, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted. During that time, my husband wanted it almost every day, and I also felt particularly aroused. But honestly, even my husband admitted it wasn't as simple as depicted in pornographic novels… I can believe in extramarital affairs to some extent, but is it really that easy to casually engage in partner swapping or group sex? Who has the guts to choose a complete stranger based on just a few words exchanged online? Regardless of looks, weight, etc., what if the other person blackmails you afterward? With friends? Please, do you even want to live with yourself?
One day in bed, my husband mysteriously suggested, "How about we go get a massage?" He'd heard this from a chat friend; several shady men in conversations all say they heard it from others, who knows if it's true or not. I didn't pay him any attention at the time; my husband is impulsive, and he forgets about it quickly after the excitement fades… But this time, my husband kept bringing it up, saying it was just a massage, not necessarily anything more.
I think it's also for safety reasons; safety is always a woman's first priority. With my husband by my side, the masseuse being a paid hire, and the hotel registration being convenient… most importantly, I can't bring myself to actually have sex with another man. Fantasizing is fine, having the thought occasionally is okay, but in real life, it's practically suicide. Since my husband keeps pestering me, I'm also tempted to try something new.
Actually, every woman has this thought of having a fling with another man, not because she doesn't love her husband or isn't sexually satisfied, but simply because she wants a little adventure. I think my husband thinks the same way. Adventure is one thing, but it must be within controllable limits. Who's stupid enough to jump out of a plane without a parachute?
After that massage, our sex life did reach unprecedented levels of fervor for six months, but that was just a side effect, like you can't just take the lead in an adult film… I remember that massage vividly; although it was hard to accept, it was actually very stimulating. At first, I felt guilty, thinking about a strange man in front of my husband… that feeling afterward. But because my husband didn't care at all, and instead, every time we had sex afterwards, I pretended to be that masseuse, the stimulation was even greater than the massage itself. So, if your husband is open-minded enough, I suggest you give it a try, just half a session. You can't force anything.
I didn't refuse, and then my husband ran to the living room to get a newspaper. That damn guy had already drawn a bunch of red circles on it. My husband meant that he'd heard some masseuses cater to both men and women, so he wanted to be able to choose. I didn't want to get involved at all; I was already half-dead from the stress of finding a massage, how could I possibly care about this game? In the end, my husband chose a "genuine fatigue-relieving oil massage male masseur"... I agreed; he seemed quite respectable, at least my impression of him was.
On the phone, I heard my husband ask if the afternoon was okay? Then he asked about the time of each session, the price, whether he also massaged men, etc. Finally, my husband even asked if the man offered the full service! I was anxious to stop my husband's nonsense, but I couldn't say anything... It seemed like the other person hesitated for a moment, and I don't know what they said to my husband.
After hanging up, I got angry. My husband explained gently that he just wanted to confirm if the masseur offered a half-service massage, because the advertisement was so overly serious… Since I had finally agreed, he didn't want to encounter a real "authentic fatigue-relieving oil massage" male masseur. Okay! Although it felt embarrassing, my husband liked it anyway, and—to be honest—I had a strange urge to try the pleasure offered by other men. My
husband said this guy was quite expensive, so expensive it hurt his heart, and then he smiled ambiguously and said, "With such a high price, he might really have some skills!" This masseur didn't charge per session; he would do it until you felt satisfied. On the phone, he kept emphasizing that he had truly studied in Japan and that his massage skills were top-notch. When my husband asked if he offered a full service, the man hesitated for a long time, then said that these things depended on the feeling! If my wife felt the urge… I warned my husband again that this was the only way, and not to think of any other tricks.
That day, I even wore sexy, see-through lingerie. When we got to the hotel, my husband called the man again, and the man called back to the hotel room to confirm. I first sat on the bed, but then thought it wouldn't be good to mess it up, so I sat on a chair instead. My mind was in such a turmoil that I couldn't think straight and didn't dare move. My husband was the same, chain-smoking, filling the room with smoke. I knew he was nervous too.
When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped up. I frantically asked my husband where I should stand. I know it was a stupid question, but I genuinely didn't know where the best place to stand was. My husband shrugged, kissed me, and whispered, "I love you." Those words eased half of my nervousness, but the remaining half still made me feel like I was about to have a heart attack.
The masseur was a very muscular man, even a bit overweight, at least 1.8 meters tall! Because I was shy and kept my head down, I didn't dare see his face clearly, but he seemed okay. You know, we women judge men by our feelings; the most important thing is the feeling. If the feeling is right, then it's right. I stood at the farthest corner of the bed from the door, trying to make myself look more natural and forcing a smile… The masseur's voice was gentle. He softly asked what my name was. My husband answered for me, saying, "Just call her Juanjuan!"
He was carrying a briefcase-like bag, then took out a bottle of something I couldn't identify, and asked, "Would you like to take a shower first?" I had already showered before leaving the house, but thinking about what I was about to do, I felt I should shower again… Now I was facing a man… What if he meant he wanted to shower with me? Thinking this, I suddenly felt hot all over, almost unable to stand. I quickly said I had already showered, just now.
Then he gestured for me to take off my clothes, and I blushed and took off my outer clothes, revealing a transparent bra. I noticed that he and my husband were both staring at my body. Just moments before, the air conditioning in the room had felt so cold; now I wished my husband could turn it up a bit. I burrowed under the sheets, unsure where to look. All I heard was my husband's unusually dry voice saying, "My wife is very ticklish, so..." The masseur first expressed his regret, then went on to boast about his skills. I didn't hear a word he said; all I could think about was where to look to avoid being impolite. Maybe I should close my eyes? But this masseur was very polite... hmm! If you're also looking for a massage to relax, I suggest you get a feel for his attitude over the phone first.
"Juanjuan... um! Do you mind my clothes?" The masseuse hinted in a gentle tone, "The oil massage will get them dirty!" I started taking off my bra from under the sheet, and hesitated when taking off my panties... not because I was hesitant about whether I should take them off, since I was here and they were here, there was no reason not to. I was thinking that my movements would be clearly visible through the thin sheet, so how could I take them off gracefully? To be honest, I still don't know if I took them off gracefully.
Although I was covered by the sheet, I was completely naked, and I felt a mix of fear, nervousness, and excitement. But this sheet only needed to be lifted slightly... My husband came over, took my underwear, kissed my cheek, and then sat down on a chair next to me, crossed his legs, and started smoking again. At this time, the masseuse also started taking off his clothes. He explained that it was an oil massage, so he had to take his clothes off too. To my relief, he wasn't completely naked; he was still wearing a small pair of panties. I didn't consciously pay attention, but I still caught a glimpse. His buttocks were small, and they looked powerful against his physique. As for that area… it felt bulging, not unlike my husband's.
Then he told me to turn over. I turned over and lay face down on the pillow, which made me feel a little better not having to look at him. Then I thought to myself, what is this damn husband doing now, watching his wife being touched by someone else? Am I enjoying this, or is he? The masseur slowly lifted the sheet, and as the sheet was removed, my skin came into contact with the cold air in the room. This reminded me that my body was now completely exposed to a strange man… I guessed this wasn't a real oil massage, just lotion. The lotion felt so cold on my skin. "You have a great figure, such fair skin, your husband is so lucky!" The masseur's voice was very soft. His whisper made me feel like I was doing something incredible behind my husband's back, but the room was small, and I knew my husband could definitely hear me. His compliments, though perhaps just a professional habit, were pleasant to hear, and my shyness began to disappear. I've said before, women live by their feelings.
He started by massaging my shoulders, very gently, asking in my ear if it hurt, if he was being too rough. The tension from before was starting to dissipate… It felt so good, so good that I forgot there was a man in his underwear next to me, so good that I forgot I was naked, so good that I almost fell asleep… Just as I was relaxing, the masseur's hands moved down to my back. Massaging my shoulders was fine, but as he moved down, I started to tickle… I'm really ticklish; whenever I'm angry or upset, my husband uses tickling to deal with me. Honestly, I don't know which part of my body isn't ticklish.
Although it tickled, I was too embarrassed to say it; you know, women are afraid of being laughed at. I think I shifted slightly, and this man, being experienced, noticed even the slightest movement. He asked in a low voice, "It tickles?" I softly replied, "Mmm!" His voice was so gentle, and he was so attentive. My initial shyness almost completely disappeared, leaving only trust, just like my trust in my husband. Of course, a large part of it was also because I was lying face down; it seemed that hiding my face increased my sense of security.
His hands continued to massage and slowly move downwards. When he reached my waist, I chuckled. Hearing my laughter, he laughed too, and all the tension in the room vanished. It was a very special experience; when you expose your flaws and find that the other person doesn't care, the relationship between the two of you immediately becomes very close. So I told him I was ticklish, especially my waist… Talking to him was a very natural thing, like telling my hairstylist what kind of hairstyle I wanted. This relaxation only lasted a second, because when his hands left my waist and slid to my buttocks,
he didn't rush to do anything. He first poured some lotion on my buttocks and then started rubbing. Several times I felt he was about to touch my genitals, so close, but as if he had accidentally and apologetically, he immediately pulled away. I know he'll eventually get there, but I'm still scared. Some things you can never get used to.

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