Going for a massage behind my husband's back

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Following the massage therapist's directions over the phone, I found the massage parlor: in a residential complex, in an ordinary apartment building, with no signs at the entrance, which I liked, as I didn't want anyone, whether I knew them or not, to see that I was there for a massage. The massage therapist warmly invited me to the massage room (one of the rooms in the apartment). The room had a TV and a bed, a decent size. The massage therapist asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said yes, and he closed the door and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was about 25 or 26 years old, fair-skinned, quite handsome, a pretty boy, my type. He had a charming smile. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking "special services," but this discomfort only lasted a second, because I told myself, I'm the customer, and no customer is afraid of a waiter. At this moment, the massage therapist smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and he unbuttoned my shirt and quickly took it off (including my bra). I felt embarrassed to have him help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself, leaving my underwear on. He had already arranged the pillows and laid out a bath towel, then had me put on a disposable massage suit and lie face down on the bed. After I was settled, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and pulled it down from behind. This was clearly to avoid the awkwardness of the customer having to remove this last piece of clothing. Then he asked me how the air conditioning was, adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and he dimmed the lights before starting the service. In short, he seemed very professional at first. He started by massaging from my shoulders down my back with both hands. He carefully asked if my hands were cold, and if the pressure was too heavy. I've had this kind of regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. Anyway, it starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, then the arms, and then he asks the customer to turn over—it seems like this is the usual order everywhere. But again, because I now had the idea of "touching," I started thinking about it in a more sensual way, so every movement of his hands caressing my naked skin gave me a slightly more...sensual feeling. I found that when a person's heart is drawn in a certain direction, it seems like the feeling is definitely different. Even before touching any sensitive areas, it felt like it was starting to turn on. While we were doing this, I started chatting with him. It was just casual conversation. He spoke very pleasantly and was very careful. I asked him if he had many female customers, and he said not many. I asked if he only catered to women, and he said yes, they only served women. After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt my genitals were slightly wet, probably because I was anticipating it. When he told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew he was going to massage my breasts. At this point, I felt my face turn a little red, but thankfully the lighting wasn't strong, so he probably couldn't see it. After I turned over, I immediately closed my eyes. He covered my genitals with a towel and walked in front of my head… Sure enough, at this moment he asked me: "Is there anything you don't feel comfortable massaging?" Out of curiosity, I asked: "What about the other customers?" He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for the gentlemen." We both laughed. That laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What about most of the time?" He said, "It doesn't matter, I just massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable." I said, "I don't mind either." Perhaps it was the passion of facing a strange man, but the moment his hands slid over my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a soft "ssing" sound. The feeling of his skillful hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many women experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this moment, and might feel embarrassed, so he confidently said, "Comfortable, isn't it? Many people come here, the effect is quite good. People are so tired from work these days, they come to relax after work..." Now I believe what I read on blogs, because I've noticed he observes me; he noticed I really enjoyed his breast massage, so he repeatedly massaged my breasts. After a while, he used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, he ran his hands over my breasts and nipples, down my ribs, all the way to the side of my buttocks, then back again… Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, he pushed down over my breasts and abdomen, until he touched my pubic hair, then pulled back from the side. Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I felt very excited, my body seemed to be anticipating him to continue… I didn't say anything, this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time he pushed a little further towards my genitals, as if he was enticing me. Then he did something I didn't expect: his hands stopped on my breasts and he quickly rubbed my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating movement. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression must have been very strange at that moment. I bit my lip and said, "Mmm." As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned, because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. He continued to gently massage my breasts with the palms of his hands in a circular motion. Because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from sex are not interchangeable, each has its own merits. Although I have my husband with me in my daily life, he can't give me the same delicate caresses and relaxation that these professional male masseuses provide. Psychologically, my husband is the active party, the conqueror; the male masseur is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. So, a male masseur's massage has aspects that my husband can't match. At this point, he didn't continue but went out. Half a minute later, he returned with a hot towel, gently wiping away the oil from my body, and then had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed to, guessing it was probably part of the service. I later realized I was right. They make sure to massage for the full amount of time each time to ensure repeat customers feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. He gently caressed and stroked my back and waist like a lover… His hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers, as if countless fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me, making soft moaning sounds: “Ah…oh…” I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me. Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and he certainly wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with his hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't control myself. When he touched my nipple, I made an "oh oh" sound and inhaled deeply. He responded with a few moans as he continued to rub my nipple. I felt the nerves in my nipple were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through my body, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." He probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because his caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and I was less sensitive to my lower back. So, although he was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, and then back down through my abdomen), he mainly focused on pressing my breasts. I must have been very out of control at that moment: moaning with my buttocks raised. He then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and lay down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks. Good heavens, I knew he was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, "That can't be happening, right?" Before I could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very skilled: he used both hands alternately to stroke my buttocks, and each time he passed my anus, I felt a jolt of excitement. The alternating strokes made the excitement jump. I guess by then my juices had soaked the towel. He then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't answer, just made a soft sound. He then kept his fingers on my anus, massaging the perianal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed against my buttocks, making me feel so good! She must have known that the customer was enjoying himself, so her professional moans grew louder. By this time, I had developed some feelings for him, so I blushed and said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" He answered expertly, "You mean using your body? Hmm, I'm fine with that, but you'll have to give me extra money. This kind of work is physically demanding." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So I agreed. He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head… I immediately felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans amplified; I didn't know how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt good too. He pressed down further, massaging me with his body, asking, "If it's too hard, just say so."I said it was okay, it was fine. His back massage felt better than his hands because of the larger contact area, and since it was his sensitive area, it felt more like skin-to-skin contact. He massaged my back with his body, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, after all, it was genital contact between a man and a woman, but he probably didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis between my buttocks… I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, “Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?” I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like I was about to orgasm. He said okay, and massaged my anus like before. I felt “that” coming, so I said, “Keep doing this, don’t stop.” He said, “Okay, I won’t stop,” and he even increased the volume of his moans. I had never orgasmed from anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long before touching my genitals, but this time I really did. My lower body was pressed tightly against the towel, and when he pressed his fingers against my buttocks, I felt my clitoris throbbing—I had an orgasm! Afraid of making too much noise, I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After this wave subsided, I panted and reached down to touch myself: the towel around my vagina and below was completely soaked! "Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, and got up. Seeing that I was completely naked, and he was also naked, he first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my lower body. I felt embarrassed, but seeing his focused expression, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and placed a clean one on top. I put on my shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could play like this. I rarely reach orgasms, but this pretty boy made it so easy for me several times." Thinking about it sent a tingling, electric sensation through my body.) He brought me a glass of warm water. "Let's talk," I said, taking the initiative. Me: "Have other people done this to me?" Him: "Rarely." ... Him: "You seem to be enjoying it." Me: "Of course, it's been a long time since I felt this good." Him: "Are you married?" I thought for a moment and said: "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." Him: "Your husband doesn't do this for you?" Me: "My husband does, but not as well as you." He smiled smugly. Him: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" Him: "There's something even more comfortable." I laughed and said: "I don't want to leave yet." "He: "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." After resting for a while and listening to some music... he sat next to me and started with a gentle, stroking massage. It wasn't really a massage, it was more like teasing. He touched my shoulders and then my buttocks, and I quickly felt something. I asked him if he had done this for my sister. He said yes, my sister was a regular here. I said I was a friend of his, and he said he would take good care of my sister's friend. As he spoke, he massaged down there, already teasing my buttocks with his fingers, all the way to my genitals. It seemed he was very skilled. Then he straddled me, his hands again moving from my shoulders, sliding down my back and waist, and then massaging my buttocks with a bit more force. I heard him take off his only pair of underwear behind me, bend down, grab my arms, and start massaging me with his body. His chest was thick and strong, it felt very good. And he even let out a professional moan. I deliberately asked him: "Do you feel good yourself?" He said, "Of course it's comfortable, it's comfortable being with my sister." "I found it a bit sentimental, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He used his penis to massage my buttocks, then he still straddled me and made me roll over. After I rolled over, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As my sister said, he used his hands to hold my arms, supporting his body, and rubbed his chest against my body. I felt wonderful, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then, he got off the bed and massaged my upper body with his hands. He must have been very experienced, knowing what women liked, and his massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were all very effective. For example, when massaging my breasts, he would grab my breasts with his palms, squeeze them a few times, then massage them in circles, and then stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked what he did, he would continue to do it that way. While he was doing this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans became louder. I couldn't help but touch his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, even when I touched his penis..." He closed his eyes and moaned, making "oh, oh" sounds. But I could tell he was actually really enjoying it. I asked him how many members would let him do special things, and he said quite a few, almost a third. Some people never do it and don't know about others. As he massaged, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly leaned down to lick and suck one of my nipples, while playing with the other with his hand. This was different from just touching with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it, so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. I got even wilder at this point, and I simply touched his genitals, his buttocks, and went around to the "root" I touched in front. He didn't dodge, and in fact, when I was enjoying myself, I couldn't possibly have time to touch him carefully. Before finally "closing up," he pointed at me and asked tactfully, "Do you want to go inside?" "I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women can use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Maybe it's because I'm not psychologically ready to accept penetration from men other than my husband; I reserve that for him. I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate. Perhaps because he saw my sensitive nipples, he left his left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals. His right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm, then his index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while his ring and little fingers teased the vaginal opening. When I was almost climaxing, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing each other, and then he lowered his head to suck on my nipples while simultaneously increasing the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I climaxed while holding him. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid. I felt my genitals trembling violently like a 'thump.' After I climaxed, I held him tightly and wouldn't let go. He whispered in my ear, 'You're completely wet; my hands are soaking wet.' I said, 'It's so...comfortable.'" "After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe the oil off me. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, 'I want to eat too,' and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning..."After feeling my lower body throbbing violently like it was being "slammed," I clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It feels so... good." After sitting up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning...After feeling my lower body throbbing violently like it was being "slammed," I clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It feels so... good." After sitting up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning..."Sister, it's comfortable together." I thought it was a bit sentimental, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He used his penis to massage my buttocks, then he still straddled me and made me turn over. After I turned over, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As my sister said, he used his hands to hold my arms, supporting his body, and rubbed his chest against my body. I felt very good, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then, he got off the bed and massaged my upper body with his hands. He must have been very experienced, knowing what women liked, and his massage of the shoulders, chest, and breasts was very thorough. For example, when massaging the breasts, he would grab the breast with his palm, squeeze it a few times, then massage in circles, and then stimulate the nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked him do something, he would continue to do it that way. When he did this, my lower body was already wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans became louder. I couldn't help but touch his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, and when I touched his penis, he closed his eyes and moaned, making "oh, oh" sounds. But I could tell he was actually really comfortable too. I asked him how many members would let him do special things, and he said quite a few, almost a third. Some people never do it and don't even know others do. As he massaged me, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly leaned down to lick and suck one of my nipples while playing with the other with his hand. This was different from just touching me with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it, so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. At this point, I got even wilder and started touching his genitals, his buttocks, and even his "root" when I reached the front. He didn't resist, and in fact, when I was feeling very comfortable myself, I couldn't possibly be bothered to touch him carefully. Before we "finished," he subtly asked me, "Do you want me to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Perhaps because I'm not psychologically ready for penetration by men other than my husband, I reserved that for him. I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate. Maybe because he noticed my nipples were sensitive, he left his left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals. His right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm, then his index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while his ring and little fingers teased the vaginal opening. When I was almost climaxing, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing me, and then he lowered his head to suck on my nipple while simultaneously increasing the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I climaxed while holding him. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid. Feeling my genitals throbbing violently like "slamming," I clung to him tightly after my orgasm. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "That feels so... good." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning..."Sister, it's comfortable together." I thought it was a bit sentimental, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He used his penis to massage my buttocks, then he still straddled me and made me turn over. After I turned over, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As my sister said, he used his hands to hold my arms, supporting his body, and rubbed his chest against my body. I felt very good, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then, he got off the bed and massaged my upper body with his hands. He must have been very experienced, knowing what women liked, and his massage of the shoulders, chest, and breasts was very thorough. For example, when massaging the breasts, he would grab the breast with his palm, squeeze it a few times, then massage in circles, and then stimulate the nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked him do something, he would continue to do it that way. When he did this, my lower body was already wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans became louder. I couldn't help but touch his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, and when I touched his penis, he closed his eyes and moaned, making "oh, oh" sounds. But I could tell he was actually really comfortable too. I asked him how many members would let him do special things, and he said quite a few, almost a third. Some people never do it and don't even know others do. As he massaged me, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly leaned down to lick and suck one of my nipples while playing with the other with his hand. This was different from just touching me with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it, so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth (I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. At this point, I got even wilder and started touching his genitals, his buttocks, and even his "root" when I reached the front. He didn't resist, and in fact, when I was feeling very comfortable myself, I couldn't possibly be bothered to touch him carefully. Before we "finished," he subtly asked me, "Do you want me to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online about how women use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand, it's actually rare. Perhaps because I'm not psychologically ready for penetration by men other than my husband, I reserved that for him. I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate. Maybe because he noticed my nipples were sensitive, he left his left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals. His right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm, then his index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while his ring and little fingers teased the vaginal opening. When I was almost climaxing, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing me, and then he lowered his head to suck on my nipple while simultaneously increasing the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I climaxed while holding him. This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was more solid. Feeling my genitals throbbing violently like "slamming," I clung to him tightly after my orgasm. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "That feels so... good." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning...

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