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Peeping at my wife getting a massage
? My wife is a very traditional woman. She's never been with any other man besides me. In all these years of marriage, I've been having affairs every now and then, so I'm quite familiar with the local entertainment venues.
I've been trying to persuade her to go out and have some fun, but it always ends up getting me scolded. However, I haven't given up, and I've been thinking about how to drag her into it. One day, the opportunity came. After work that evening, my wife and I went out for dinner. We had a great time chatting; it had been a long time since we'd had such a good talk, so I could tell my wife was in high spirits. After dinner, neither of us wanted to go home, so I suggested we find a place to sit, and my wife agreed.
One of her close friends' husbands recently opened a bar, so we agreed to go and support him. We drove to the bar. Once 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 a bit 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. A Filipino band played slow songs, creating a nice atmosphere.
We found a secluded spot and watched the show. Around midnight, we were both a little tipsy and decided to leave. Once in the car, I asked my wife where we were going. She said, "Where are we going? 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."
My wife asked, "Where should we go?" I thought for a moment and remembered a nice sauna with a women's section. We could 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 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; you won't run into anyone you know." With my own little scheme in mind, I quickly showered and went up to the third floor. (
For context, this 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 secluded rooms (I'd been here many times and was very familiar with the area). I opened one room and went in to rest, waiting for my wife to come up.
After 15 minutes, the attendant brought my wife up. By then, she had changed into a Japanese-style sauna robe. Thinking that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, I couldn't help but feel a little excited; my little brother slowly became erect, hehe! I said to my wife, "You can stay in the next room."
My wife asked, "Wouldn't it be better if we were in one room?" I said, "Look around, there's only one bed in each room. How can we be in one? You go in first, and I'll ask them to arrange a masseuse." My wife went in, puzzled. My wife is a bit of a clean freak, so I told the manager, "Could you arrange a clean male masseur for my friend?" When he arrived, he was very tall, strong, and muscular—a real powerhouse. I thought to myself, "This masseur is quite the burly guy."
He entered my wife's room, and she 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 added, "It's just a massage; a man's touch is stronger, and it feels more comfortable." My wife reluctantly lay down, and I turned and left the room.
Nowadays, saunas are prohibited from having completely sealed doors due to police regulations, so they all have a small, magazine-sized transparent glass panel on the door. After we left, the masseur took a towel and used it to block 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 it. Then I went to my wife's room, called out the burly male masseur, and instructed him: "Do whatever you want. You can even ejaculate inside her without a condom!
Ignore any noise outside." I handed him the towel: "Use this to block the glass." The masseur glanced at my beautiful wife, nodded in satisfaction, and took the towel.
I returned to my room. The manager asked, "Sir, should we arrange one for you?" I said, "No need, I'll rest. I'll pay the room fee. Please don't disturb us." The manager agreed: "Then please rest well. We won't disturb you."
After a few minutes, I confirmed that no one was outside, and the massage in my wife's room 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 masseur talking.
My wife was lying face down on the massage bed, her Japanese-style top still on, though the masseur had pulled it up to her neck. The masseur stood to the side of the bed, applying massage oil to her back. The oil was cool, and I could feel her body trembling as it touched her back.
After applying the oil, the masseur began massaging her petite back with his large hands, starting from the bottom up, along her spine. After about five minutes, he began massaging from the outside towards her spine. I could clearly feel her bare breasts being deformed by the pressure of his hands and her own body weight. I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis became noticeably erect.
My wife's back, glistening and red from the essential oil, had a few drops trickling down the side of her breasts. The masseur wiped them clean. As his hands touched her breasts, I felt her body subtly shift; she seemed to be aroused. Her buttocks lifted slightly—that's how she is when aroused.
I suddenly remembered it was her ovulation period; no wonder she was so excited. Hesitating whether to stop him, the massage on her back was finished. The masseur gently pulled down her massage shorts and began massaging her buttocks. As he pulled down the shorts, my wife's rounded buttocks were revealed to a stranger. I noticed the masseur's shorts were also bulging, and I felt a surge of excitement. I knew the real show was just beginning, so I just went with the flow.
The technician began applying essential oil to the wife's buttocks. Due to nervousness, as it was her first time, her legs were tightly clamped together, and her buttocks were taut. However, as the technician gently massaged her fair buttocks, her muscles slowly relaxed, and her thighs loosened.
The technician's hands then pressed the muscles of her buttocks outwards from the groin, and with his movements, the muscles parted, revealing 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 her anus along the groin. At this point, the wife completely broke down; her buttocks involuntarily twisted up and down with each touch. When she lifted her buttocks, a faint sheen could be seen on her genitals, likely a mixture of essential oil and vaginal secretions.
The technician became bolder, gently touching his wife's genitals with his fingertips. He started with light, almost imperceptible contact, causing her 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. His wife'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. His wife 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, her expression unreadable.
About half an hour later, the massage therapist leaned close to my wife's ear and whispered, "It's time to turn to the front." I saw my wife turn over, face up, her face flushed, her clothes pulled up, and her shorts already down. I knew the therapist was starting to massage her front.
My wife lay on the bed, and the masseur subtly untied her bathrobe. She turned slightly to her side so he could pull the sleeves off. In an instant, she was completely naked, lying before him, and of course, me, peeping from the doorway.
The masseur gently applied essential oil to her breasts. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples glistened alluringly under the oil. The masseur grasped one breast and kneaded it, while her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her face filled with ecstasy. Her legs were tightly pressed together, her genitals raised, and on her sparse pubic hair, some kind of fluid was visible.
After a while, the masseur pinched my wife's nipple between his index and middle fingers and began to lift it. As he lifted her nipple with both hands, my wife finally couldn't help but cry out. She didn't know when, but one hand was now vigorously rubbing her clitoris, while the other tightly gripped the masseur's thigh. Perhaps she still hadn't completely let go, not grasping his penis, which had already created a huge tent in her shorts, likely containing an extra-large penis!
My wife was so petite; could she handle it? Without realizing it, one of the masseur's hands left my wife's breast and reached towards her genitals. He gently took my wife's hand from her clitoris and moved it to her free breast. So, my wife was now rubbing one breast in her own hand and holding the other in the masseur's hand, pinching her red nipple and lifting it.
My wife's vulva was already fully open between her legs. The technician used the tips of her index and ring fingers to separate her labia, and began to gently press her clitoris with his middle finger. My wife's breathing became rapid, and she gripped her breast tightly with her hand, her chin raised high. I knew my wife was in a state of extreme desire.
At this moment, the technician inserted his middle finger deep into my wife's vagina, fingertip facing upwards. I knew he was starting to find my wife's G-spot. My wife's hips began to twist violently, her lips and eyes tightly closed. The technician leaned close to my wife's ear and teasingly asked, "You want it, don't you?" My wife shook her head, but twisted her hips even more violently.
The technician then shifted his attention to my wife's genitals, pinching her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gently rubbing it. Under his touch, her clitoris had turned bright red, and her vagina was incredibly wet, the red opening exposed, her labia moistened with her own vaginal fluid and semen.
The technician moved the hand that had been massaging my wife's breasts to her vaginal opening, quickly pulling down his shorts with his other hand, revealing a very thick and long penis. He then pinched my wife's clitoris, his other hand sometimes pinching her labia minora, sometimes slowly inserting two fingers deep into her vagina. "Wow! It's so tight inside, my fingers are stuck and I can't go in!"
the technician exclaimed excitedly. My wife's body swayed constantly, her hands kneading and squeezing her breasts, her vaginal fluid flowing from her vaginal opening, her body convulsing.
The technician, confirming his wife was thoroughly aroused, his enormous penis, veins bulging, was ready to pounce. He slowly pressed down on her, thrusting his lower body, easily lifting her buttocks to align with his penis, and pushing the head inside. From my angle, I could see his enormous penis slowly parting her full labia, the red head gradually sinking in until it was fully inside her vagina, leaving only the thick, veiny shaft outside.
However, when the technician's penis was only about halfway into her already somewhat slippery vagina, it seemed impossible to go any further. I knew that when my wife was particularly excited and nervous, her vagina would contract very strongly, and with the technician's penis being so large, it was even more difficult to penetrate smoothly. Every time this happened, her tightly clenched vagina would drive me to the brink of ecstasy. "The technician is so lucky to enjoy such a wonderful treatment," I thought enviously once again.
The technician had no such considerations, showing no mercy whatsoever. He thrust forcefully, and I even heard a "plop" sound as his thick, hard penis was fully inserted into my wife's tender, alluring vagina.
"So tight! So good!" The technician thrust wildly on my wife, his penis rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. My wife's back arched, and from her moans, I could tell she was experiencing wave after wave of pleasure! So big and thick! My wife's cries were incredibly loud. Her
hands gripped the technician's back tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh. The technician's thrusts remained strong and powerful, his abdominal muscles slapping against my wife's lower abdomen with each stroke, making a "slap, slap" sound.
The sounds of their thrusting, both soft and rhythmic, filled the room with an atmosphere of extreme debauchery. Soon, the wife reached her climax first; her moans grew increasingly forceful, her legs convulsing and rubbing against the masseur's waist. She clung tightly to his back, as if trying to merge them into one.
From my vantage point, her embrace was so tight, almost imperceptible, her breasts squeezed together, only two mounds of flesh visible between their chests. The masseur seemed to be reaching his peak as well; he began to roar like a bull, his thrusts becoming increasingly rapid.
His penis swelled and hardened, stretching the wife's vagina further with each final thrust. With a cry, she began to convulse uncontrollably. I saw my wife's vagina begin to contract in waves, her labia majora constantly wrapping around the technician's penis.
The contractions were so strong that even insertion became difficult for the technician. Clearly, he was about to give in. The technician began to thrust his penis in and out rapidly and forcefully, with astonishing power, almost completely pushing his penis inside my wife with each thrust. Even his testicles were almost inside.
The vaginal spasms brought on by my wife's orgasm further heightened the technician's excitement. He managed a few weak movements inside her before beginning his final thrust. After a few more thrusts, he forcefully pushed his engorged penis completely into her vagina, causing the base of his penis to begin to throb, preparing to ejaculate.
The wife sensed he was about to ejaculate and struggled, saying, "No... today... it's my fertile period... don't do anything... I'll get pregnant."
The technician said, "That's even better. It's been a long time since we've had sex, so I have a lot of mature sperm. I'll ejaculate it all into you today and get you pregnant!" The wife said, "Ah... ah... you're so bad... I can't take it today... it's my fertile period..."
But the technician ignored her and laughed, "You little slut... you actually want me to penetrate you deeper... enjoy the feeling of my sperm... filling your uterus."
The wife was somewhat sober at this point and hurriedly pushed him away with her hands, saying, "No... today is my fertile period... if I ejaculate inside my uterus... I'll get pregnant..."
The technician completely controlled the situation, ignoring her pleas, lifting her legs and thrusting his penis hard into her vagina, stirring it constantly, continuing to vigorously tease her vagina, making a "sizzling" sound of vaginal fluid and a "slapping" sound of genitals intercourse.
My wife was so aroused that she couldn't utter complete sentences, only uttering incoherent cries of "Faster," "No, no," and "Thrust harder," her whole body flushed red, her heart pounding with desire. I knew she had reached her climax. The technician, growing impatient, thrust in and out of my wife's vagina dozens of times, finally plunging his penis deep into her vagina, reaching all the way to her uterus, and then ejaculating a large amount of thick, sticky semen.
The masseur pressed his genitals tightly against his wife, his ferocious expression revealing primal lust. His body trembled uncontrollably; with each tremor, I could imagine a torrent of semen gushing from his penis into his wife's uterus. That gushing torrent of male fluid, swift and unimpeded, surged deep into her body, thick enough to fill her fallopian tubes. The mature sperm, brimming with reproductive power, mercilessly fertilized the egg. His wife
clung tightly to the masseur's body, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her buttocks raised high, receiving not a single drop of semen. "I'll fuck you to death..." the masseur swore as he ejaculated. "You shot in so deep... so thick and plentiful... I'll definitely get you pregnant..."
My wife's mouth was wide open, panting heavily. The masseur had so much in reserve that he kept ejaculating for a long time. She was completely limp from the masseur's semen, moaning loudly, "You're so bad... you shot it all inside... so much... so much..."
Actually, affairs are the easiest way to reach orgasm. Because both parties are in a state of heightened desire, coupled with the intense stimulation of infidelity, both men and women have intense physiological reactions. At this time, the male's sperm is particularly active, and the egg is in a state that is particularly conducive to fertilization.
I woke up in excitement, looking at my wife lying naked on the bed, her vagina filled with semen. I wondered: Doesn't she know she might be pregnant? It took a full five minutes for the two of them to calm down from their passion. Only then did the masseur pull his penis out of my wife's vagina, which was filled with semen, and the sticky semen slowly flowed out. As my wife gradually relaxed, the masseur gently stroked her breasts, and she slowly calmed down.
The masseur took a thermos from under the cabinet, poured out some hot water, took a towel, wet it, and began wiping my wife's body with essential oils. Finally, he folded the hot towel into a small square and placed it on my wife's genitals. After a while, he washed the towel and began wiping my wife's labia minora, vaginal opening, and groin. After cleaning, my wife silently picked up a bathrobe and quietly put it on. The masseur also took a basin to pour out water. I quickly retreated to the room, trembling as I lit a cigarette, only to realize that my legs were already numb. About five minutes later, my wife came to my door. Seeing me smoking, she asked, "Are you done?" I said, "I didn't have a massage. I was watching the game. 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 my wife's body, and she suddenly hugged me excitedly. Our passion began, but I never asked my wife about what happened in the room, and she didn't mention it either. However, when I was penetrating my wife, all I could think about was the scene of that masseur going in and out of my wife's vagina, that state of excitement that I will never forget.

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