Wife's Breakthrough 2

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Continuing from the previous article

While waiting for the technician, don't let your wife feel awkward, but also don't be too enthusiastic. Make sure your wife is at her best for the technician.

So I suggested to my wife, "Why don't we take some photos in this new and exciting environment?" My wife looked at me mischievously and said, "Honey, are you planning to upload these photos to the internet? Then I'll pose really provocatively for you, so the men in the internet cafe won't be able to resist." It seems my wife is already in the mood; she wouldn't normally express herself so openly. However, my wife has never been opposed to me uploading photos; in fact, she's quite happy about it.

My wife looked at the open window, pulled back the curtains, and leaned her butt against the large glass pane, saying, "Honey, does this pose look good?" If anyone downstairs looked up at that moment, they would definitely see my wife's entire buttocks reflected in the glass. I was so taken aback by my wife's bold and provocative action that I almost dropped my phone. I said, "Honey, aren't you afraid people will see your buttocks?" My wife smiled seductively and said, "I want them to see! I want them to see my cunt!" She then sat on the small round table by the window, spread her snow-white legs, and presented her wet, cunt to the outside. Seeing this, I quickly snapped a few photos and pulled my wife back. If the upstairs neighbors took pictures and posted them online, it would be a real problem. My wife was completely oblivious to everything, totally immersed in her own lewd world.

Then, my wife actually opened the hotel room door and posed provocatively for a few pictures. Her sexual urges were mounting, and she grew increasingly bold. She walked out of the room and into the hotel corridor. At this point, she was only wearing a sheer black shirt dress that barely covered her buttocks, and black and red stockings and high heels. She strolled casually down the corridor. If a door in a nearby room suddenly opened, it would surely be drawn to this alluring sight. The constant risk of being seen was a constant thrill for both me and my wife. After walking about the distance of a few rooms, we turned back to our room, afraid that if we went too far, something might actually happen. That short time felt like an eternity—it was so exciting and terrifying.

Back in the room, my wife wiggled her hips and struck several poses on the large round bed, her plump buttocks raised high. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, and looking at her buttocks and the honey pot between her thighs, I couldn't resist licking it a few times. Sucking on the nectar, my wife was getting a little carried away. I started guiding her, saying, "Honey, do you want that masseur who massaged you last time to lick your pussy and give you a massage?" My wife immediately got aroused, her anus slightly contracting, her juices flowing freely, and she cooperated, saying, "Honey, call him quickly! I want the masseur to touch my whole body, I want the masseur to lick my pussy wet!" I took the opportunity to take out a blindfold and put it on my wife, saying, "Honey, if you put on the blindfold, you'll feel it even more when the masseur massages you." My wife looked expectant and cooperated readily, and I couldn't tell if she already knew I would actually call the masseur or if it was just a fantasy. Then I picked up my phone and asked where the masseur was. The masseur said he was coming soon, and that his colleague would bring him. He asked if I wanted my sister-in-law to try a double massage, saying it would be incredibly pleasurable. I remembered my wife's first time at a spa with a male masseuse; the manager came in near the end, making the experience less than ideal, so I refused, saying she could come alone this time, and we could try a double massage another time. I reminded the masseuse to be quiet and not knock before entering. After confirming, I put my phone aside and turned my wife over so she was lying flat. I continued to tease her, keeping her aroused. I started guiding her, saying, "Honey, the masseuse is coming in. He can't resist seeing how sexy you are and he's going to start touching you." My wife started fantasizing about the masseuse touching her, and her body began to heat up and writhe.

Just then, the masseuse quietly entered and stared wide-eyed at the sight. I immediately stepped back, and the masseuse took over. She skillfully poured some essential oil into her hands and began to gently massage and press on my wife's hips, then moved upwards to her flat, toned abdomen. After a while, she removed my wife's black, transparent shirt dress. Perhaps because she was wearing an eye mask and was no longer ashamed, or perhaps she thought I was giving her a spa treatment, she readily removed her top. My wife was now completely naked from the waist up in front of the masseuse, wearing only stockings and high heels—she was absolutely stunning. Without the obstruction of clothing, the masseuse began to rub directly against my wife's ribs and breasts, occasionally teasing her nipples. My wife's previous soft breathing turned into moans, sometimes interspersed with cries of pleasure when the stimulation became too intense. The sounds were incredibly alluring and captivating, almost unbearable to listen to. While the masseur was giving me the massage, I watched my wife's movements and took a few photos. Seeing her panting softly, I felt truly happy for her.

Seeing that my wife was almost done, I quickly told the masseuse to take off her clothes. The masseuse got out of bed, took off her clothes, and ran to the bathroom to shower. I quickly followed her, caressing my wife's flushed body, feeling every cell in her body radiating desire. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and my wife suddenly took off her blindfold, asking who was in the bathroom. I said, "It's the masseuse your husband called for you. Were you satisfied with the massage? Did you enjoy it?" My wife said shyly, "I thought it was all you! Honey, why did you really call a masseuse? It's so embarrassing! Honey, you're so naughty!" I didn't bother to guess whether my wife really knew or not; I could only continue. I quickly encouraged her, saying, "Honey, the way you looked while being massaged by the masseuse was so beautiful and alluring. I really liked it." My wife said even more shyly in a low voice, "Honey, you can only touch me, okay? No other actions, okay?" I knew my wife was just trying to save face. Given her behavior, even if the masseuse could resist, my wife definitely couldn't. My wife was definitely going to lose her virginity today. I said, "Honey, no problem, just be able to hold back later." My wife avoided looking at me and said, "I definitely can hold back. If I can't, wouldn't you like me even more, you perverted husband? You just like other people sleeping with me." I added, "Do you like how perverted you are, husband?" My wife whispered, "Yes, I like my perverted husband." Hearing her answer, my penis couldn't help but swell. I made my wife hold my penis, and she knew what I was thinking the moment she touched it.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped after a while. My wife knew the masseur was about to come out, and shyly put her blindfold back on. The masseur walked over naked. I glanced at his penis; it was much bigger than mine, about 16 centimeters, and also much thicker. Mine was only about 11 centimeters. Sure enough, this profession requires excellent physical attributes. Thinking about how this big penis was about to enter my wife's body, I wondered if she could handle it. I felt both reluctant and expectant. The masseur knelt on the bed again, rubbing the essential oil on my wife's inner thighs. Her tightly closed legs slowly relaxed and opened. The masseur naturally began to gently massage my wife's private area, his fingers pressing incessantly. My wife started moaning loudly again. Her high heels had fallen off the bed, and her sexy, stockinged feet unconsciously clamped around the masseur's already erect penis. My wife started to speak incoherently, repeatedly shouting, "Husband, it feels so good! My pussy can't take it anymore! I want your big cock inside! Give it to me!" Seeing this, I was afraid the masseur wouldn't be able to resist having sex with my wife without a condom, so I quickly handed him one. The masseur knew the time was right. However, his hands were covered in semen oil and he couldn't tear the condom, so he asked me to help him. My wife was being forced to let him have sex and I had to help him tear the condom; I felt both humiliated and excited. My wife was now unconsciously at the masseur's mercy, her body lying flat on the bed. The masseur grabbed her ankles and spread them apart, revealing her pink labia, which were already wet, the semen oil mixed with the sticky fluid from her vagina, covering her freshly trimmed pubic hair. The masseur's monstrous penis rubbed against my wife's vaginal opening a few times, then with a gentle push, "plop," the glans entered her body. He then thrust forcefully, this time inserting his entire penis. My wife screamed, "Ah...it's so deep...oh..." At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted—reluctance, regret, but mostly excitement and stimulation; my breathing became rapid.

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