【I Love My Adulterous Wife Ya Wen】(Sixteen) Author: Harassing Stocking Beauties

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Author: Harassing Stocking Beauties
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XVI. Erotic Massage Therapist
Outside the door, Ya Wen and the manager's footsteps slowly faded away.
Inside, I was still kneeling in front of Li Jing, stroking her pantyhose.
The pleasure of my hands rubbing against the black stockings was intense, but my heart was still uneasy. I wasn't worried about Ya Wen, because
it was normal for actresses in the entertainment industry to be sexually exploited; I even hoped Ya Wen would be exploited sooner. Anyway, she'd already been used
so many times, one more time wouldn't make a difference. But something felt off: Huang Shao told me the plan was for Ya Wen
to attend the interview, but he didn't mention the subsequent filming of the short film and the erotic scene before me. Was that his arrangement? Or had we fallen
into his trap?
As I pondered, perhaps because my hands paused for a few seconds, Li Jing once again sensed my thoughts. She pulled
me up, smiled at me, and said, "Mr. Wang, is the environment affecting your performance? Let's go then."
She then pulled me towards the garage.
At the garage door, she stopped. I looked inside; I could see the interior of the car through the window in the garage door
. The manager was already in the driver's seat, with Ya-wen in the passenger seat.
The manager
said to Ya-wen, "You did a good job just now. But if you're short of male actors next time, can your husband fill in?" Ya-wen turned to the manager and said, "Yes, he can. But in that scene just now, if my husband were to act, he wouldn't be
as good as Ah-hai. Perhaps if the actress wasn't me, he could perform better."
"Oh! Then next time, let Li Jing be the female lead, to give your husband some experience."
"Okay." Ya-wen smiled back at the manager.
At this moment, Li Jing glanced back at me, her eyes seeming to say: Don't worry, handsome.
Inside the car, the manager still hadn't started the engine. He said to Ya-wen, "By the way, do you know how actors get into character?"
"Forget yourself, immerse yourself in the environment and the script."
"Very good. But how do you get an amateur or extra to achieve this?"
"Manager… well, I don't know, please tell me."
"That's the topic I've been researching recently: unconscious filming!"
"Oh!" Ya-wen's eyes widened as she listened intently.
"We don't tell these laymen any information beforehand; we create an external environment exactly like the script.
Then, we let them immerse themselves in the story and let it unfold naturally. Sometimes we don't even tell them it's a film shoot, and we
film covertly."
"Oh!" Ya-wen nodded thoughtfully.
"But this requires a high degree of cooperation from professional actors so that the laymen can't detect
any difference!"
Ya-wen continued to nod.
"Xiao Chen, can you handle this task?" the manager asked.
"Me!" Ya-wen was somewhat surprised, after all, she hadn't received any professional training. "I'll try, Manager. I
can do my best."
"Hmm, it's not difficult. Just follow my instructions, and you should be fine."
"Okay, Manager, I'll definitely try my best." At this moment, Ya-Wen's tense nerves relaxed, and she suddenly felt
the urge to urinate. She said to the manager, "Manager, I need to go to the restroom."
The manager didn't reply, but took a mineral water bottle from the back seat and said to Ya-Wen, "Pee here."
Ya-Wen's face turned red immediately, and she whispered, "Manager..."
"See, your face turned red right away. If you're in a real unconscious filming environment, you'll immediately give yourself away, and the
other amateur actors will feel even more unnatural!"
"Oh!" Ya-Wen seemed to understand the manager's intention, took the mineral water bottle, and was about to get out of the car.
"Right here," the manager said firmly.
Ya-Wen had no choice but to lift her skirt and spread her legs. Because the crotch of her pantyhose had been torn during filming
, it was easy to aim the bottle at her urethra. With a "splashing" sound, the mineral water
bottle was almost full, filled with a pale yellow liquid.
After Ya-wen screwed the cap on, the manager took the bottle and placed it on the cup holder on the front right.
At this moment, Li-jing took my hand and walked confidently to the back door of the car, saying to the manager, "Manager, we're done
."
The manager said, "Get in the car, let's go together."
Then, Li-jing and I sat close together in the back seat. Even after we were settled, Li-jing kept holding my hand.
About ten minutes later, the car finally arrived at my apartment building. I hurriedly got out of the car with Ya-wen, said goodbye to the manager,
and rushed home.
As soon as I entered the house, Ya-wen excitedly hugged me and said, "Honey, I'm an actress now! And
the salary is much higher than before!"
Full of questions, I gave a few perfunctory replies and rushed into the bedroom to text Huang Shao, asking what was going on
.
Huang Shao replied: "There are many things you don't know, texting can't explain it clearly, let's talk about it another time. If you want to sleep with that
slut, just enjoy it slowly!
" "This…" I cursed inwardly, why didn't he say so sooner! If I had known, I would have definitely fucked Li-jing hard!
I was a little unwilling to give up, so I immediately sent Li Jing a message: "Hi, stockings beauty. It's nice to meet you today!"
(My tone was slightly flirtatious.)
Li Jing replied immediately: "Handsome, I'm happy too!"
I said: "Your stockings legs are so sexy! I really want to feel them some more. "
Li Jing replied simply: "Thank you for the compliment, maybe next time.
" I stared blankly at my phone. Next time? When is next time? But I felt there was nothing to say next,
after all, my wife and she were colleagues, it wouldn't be good to be too explicit. Li Jing didn't send anything more, and I felt very disappointed.
The beauty I had my eye on just... slipped away! Ugh, so frustrating! My big dick is so hard, it hurts!
The next day, Sunday, Ya Wen was cleaning the house wearing only a transparent nightgown and flesh-colored pantyhose. I had no "sexual interest" and
was just playing on my phone out of boredom. I sent Li Jing a few more "tempting" text messages, but she didn't reply. I was still
just as frustrated.
At 3 pm, Ya Wen was going to the beauty salon. I absentmindedly hummed in agreement. To my surprise, she insisted that I
go with her. Reluctantly, I went with her.
When we arrived at the beauty salon, Ya-wen and I went into a double room with two massage beds. I asked Ya-wen
what treatment she wanted.
Ya-wen smiled at me and asked, "Honey, what do you want the masseuse to do for me?"
My eyes lit up at that moment; I then noticed how scantily clad Ya-wen was: a white short-sleeved t-
shirt that revealed her navel as she lay on the massage bed; a light blue mini-skirt that barely covered
her pubic hair; sheer flesh-colored stockings that accentuated her smooth, delicate legs; and white high-heeled sandals that added a touch
of playfulness.
Instead of answering Ya-wen directly, I asked, "Is the masseuse who usually massages you male or female?"
Ya-wen replied, "Of course, female!"
My enthusiasm immediately waned. I said, "Let me massage your neck, then we can hurry up and go home for dinner."
Ya-wen agreed and went to the front desk.
A short while later, Ya-wen and the masseuse returned together. Ya-Wen was lying face down on the massage bed (Note: a massage bed in a reputable beauty salon
, with a hole for the headrest to insert the face for the masseuse). The masseuse behind her was quite
attractive, around 25 years old, with a pretty face. She wore a uniform shirt and a beige skirt,
not particularly short, but the hem was about 10 centimeters above the knee. She wore flesh-colored pantyhose, but they were quite thick and not transparent
, and black cloth shoes.
I sat on the bed next to her, enjoying the sight of the two beauties in stockings. Suddenly, I wondered
what it would be like if I hired a male masseuse to massage Ya-Wen. Thinking of this, my lustful desires surged again, and
I immediately ran to the front desk to ask if they had any male masseuses. The receptionist said they did. I asked her to send one to room 106
to replace the female masseuse and give Ya-Wen a shoulder and neck massage. After saying that, I deliberately strolled slowly to the restroom
.
Back in room 106, I peeked through the window in the door. Hey, Ya-Wen was still lying there quietly, her skirt only covering
half of her silk-stockinged buttocks. The woman in stockings next to her had been replaced by a handsome man, sitting beside her. He was massaging her
neck while glancing back at her silk-stockinged legs.
I thought to myself, "Coward, I'll lend you a hand!" Then I pushed open the door and went in.
The masseur seemed a little nervous when he saw me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and asked Ya-Wen, "How's the neck massage?"
"Pretty good."
"How about a leg massage?"
"Okay." Ya-Wen knew what I was thinking and obediently answered.
After saying that, I went over, completely lifted the hem of Ya-Wen's short skirt, pointed to her ankles and buttocks, and
said to the handsome young man, "Brother, could you please massage me carefully from here to here?"
The masseur was somewhat flattered and quickly stood up, turned around, grabbed Ya-Wen's silk-stockinged calves with both hands, and began kneading them
. Ya-Wen let out a soft moan. Then, the masseur moved upwards little by little along Ya Wen's smooth stockings
. When he touched Ya Wen's fleshy thighs, his groin visibly hardened. A moment later, his hands appeared at
the base of Ya Wen's thighs, occasionally sliding towards the inner thighs, but his hands maintained a massaging motion, suggesting
he wasn't fully relaxed.
Looking up, I saw the masseur's face was flushed, and he was practically drooling. I quickly added fuel to the fire,
grabbing one of the masseur's hands and placing it directly on Ya Wen's buttocks, scoldingly saying, "We haven't massaged this yet
, work harder!"
The masseur agreed and hurriedly began to vigorously caress Ya Wen's stockinged buttocks. At this moment, he finally abandoned
his pride, his hands caressing her entirely in a loving manner. This aroused Ya Wen, who slightly parted her legs, revealing a
glimpse of her wet vulva.
After several tentative attempts, seeing that neither Ya Wen nor I reacted, the masseur finally probed towards her vulva with one hand.
Through her pantyhose, the masseur teased Ya Wen's clitoris, soaking her crotch.
Now bolder, his hands slid back and forth along the inside of Ya Wen
's fleshy legs, each movement passing over her vulva, while his genitals rubbed against her thighs.
His movements quickened, and I knew she was completely hooked. Another mischievous idea popped into my head,
and I decided to tease him a little more. I had Ya Wen turn over.
With her pubic bone and pubic hair fully exposed to the lecherous masseur, he
suddenly grabbed at her pubic area. Ya Wen cried out in pain. Then, he gripped
her pubic bone tightly, his body visibly trembling. Her crotch was soaked.
Damn! He came so quickly! This guy has premature ejaculation.
After the "massage" was over, the lecherous masseur left the room, and I felt deflated.
Ya-wen knew what I was thinking and comforted me, saying, "Honey, that young man was probably a virgin;
he finished so quickly. How about I have my masseuse give you a massage to help you relax?"
"No need," I replied.
"Try it, honey. I'll give you a full-body relaxation." After saying that, she had me change into a massage outfit (just a
loose pair of paper shorts), lie face down on the bed, and put my face into the hole in the headboard. Then she went to the front desk to find the beautiful masseuse from before
.
A moment later, the door opened. Because I was lying face down on the bed with my face in the hole, I only saw a pair of beautiful
legs in stockings walk over. It was the masseuse; Ya-wen hadn't come over.
The masseuse had her back to me and sat diagonally to my left. After sitting down, her short skirt clearly rode up,
exposing a pair of stockinged legs. She first placed my left hand on her stockinged thigh and massaged my arm.
The back of my hand touching the masseuse's stockinged thigh felt so good. At first, I didn't dare go too far, but then I
thought, since I'm already so depressed, I might as well let loose this once. At worst, I won't come back. With that thought, I turned my palm
over, back of hand facing up, and my fingers began to wander, caressing the masseuse's stockings. To my surprise, the masseuse did n't
react at all.
A while later, the masseuse moved to my right side and massaged my right arm. I, in turn, caressed her stockinged thigh with my right hand, and she
still didn't resist. At this point, I was somewhat thrilled, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.
After massaging my arm, the masseuse took off her shoes, got on the bed with her back to me, her legs on either side of me, and then knelt down
on my waist, beginning to massage my thighs.
Although I was lying face down, I reached back and immediately grabbed the masseuse's feet, holding those beautiful stockinged
feet and caressing them incessantly. The masseuse still didn't resist, only occasionally trembling when I touched the soles of her feet.
After massaging my legs, the masseuse asked me to turn over. Once I was lying down, my penis was already erect, seemingly about
to burst through the paper panties.
I then carefully observed the masseuse's attire. Although I had a general idea beforehand, seeing
her kneeling on the bed from behind, her stockings were still incredibly sexy!
At that moment, the masseuse seemed to smile slightly, then casually ripped her paper panties, and my large penis
sprang out, the large glans pointing directly at her red lips.
The masseuse skillfully grabbed a bottle of essential oil from the side, poured some into her hand, and then grabbed my penis
, rubbing it up and down. I felt incredibly comfortable. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, my hands still holding onto the masseuse's
stockinged feet, stroking them back and forth.
A question immediately popped into my mind: This is a legitimate women's beauty salon. How could this masseuse know
these things? Would Ya-wen go to the front desk to ask a masseuse to give me a handjob? Impossible!
A tingling sensation in my lower body interrupted my thoughts. I felt my glans swell several times its original size. The masseuse
's kneading technique became increasingly skillful. I felt like my penis was a mini-cannon! I wanted nothing more than to get up and
rape the masseuse!
The masseuse knew I was excited and suddenly increased the frequency and intensity of her kneading. I suddenly felt like I was about to
lose control, my ejaculation gate was about to open. But, in such a pleasurable moment, I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly. I held my
breath, trying to hold on a little longer.
Suddenly, I looked closely at the masseuse's beautiful feet in stockings behind her, and they suddenly seemed familiar, like I had seen
them before. Round toes, each one full, the second toe slightly longer, the shape of her feet beautifully accentuated by the stockings.
I kneaded her stockinged feet vigorously, as the masseuse vigorously rubbed my penis up and down, and my ejaculation gate finally couldn't be held back.
I cried out, and a stream of white liquid gushed out, shooting directly onto the masseuse's face. The masseuse couldn't dodge in time and
cried out, "Mr. Wang!"
I gripped her stockinged feet tightly with both hands and forcefully ejaculated the remaining semen all over her.
Suddenly, I realized she had called me "Mr. Wang"! How did she know my last name? And her voice sounded so familiar! Just as
I came to my senses, the masseuse turned around. I then recognized her—it was
Li Jing, the goddess I had been thinking about day and night for the past few days!
Before I could react, the door opened. Ya Wen and the manager walked in.
I was stunned. The manager said first, "Excellent! Excellent! This is a typical case of unconscious filming!"
Li Jing was still kneeling on me, turned back and smiled at me, then pulled out some paper to clean up the "battlefield
."
Ya Wen came over and brought me clothes. After the "battlefield" was cleaned up, she and Li Jing helped me put on my clothes. Even
after I was dressed, I still felt extremely ashamed. Ya Wen playfully whispered to me, "Honey,
was it really comfortable just now?"
Before I could answer, Li Jing leaned over and said to Ya Wen, "Look at how red your husband is, don't tease him!"
The manager interrupted our conversation, "Keep business to business. You all need to summarize where you did
n't perform well and where you need to improve. I'm going back now. You two can choose a place to celebrate tonight."
Li Jing and Ya Wen quickly replied, "Yes."
After the manager left, only Ya Wen, Li Jing, and I remained in the room. I couldn't help but ask, "Who came up with this
terrible idea? They actually switched the masseuses and flirted with me when I wasn't looking!"
Li Jing smiled and said to me, "Handsome, didn't you text me yesterday wanting to feel my stockings?"
My face instantly turned bright red.
Ya-wen quickly came to the rescue, saying, "Honey, Sister Jing was just joking. It was my idea!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, then walked to Li Jing's side and whispered to her, "If I had known it was you, I would have already taken you right then and
there!"
Li Jing looked up at me arrogantly and said, "Then how about tonight? Do you dare?"
Ya-wen laughed from the side and said, "I didn't hear what you were saying!"
The three of them laughed at each other, and then I, in the middle, walked out of the beauty salon hand in hand with the two beauties.

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