Going for a massage behind her husband's back (A woman's account: extremely exciting and seductive)

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Every time I think back to that day, my body burns with embarrassment. Those soft, large hands that caressed my entire body are something I've longed for countless nights. That unique feeling is something my husband's countless caresses and lovemaking can never provide.

That day, after returning from our trip, my husband and I went to the Meilaiya Bathhouse. In the rest area, I called over Xiao C, whom I often have a massage therapist. Exhausted from the trip, I had him give me a full-body massage, while my husband had a woman give him a foot massage. We lay side by side. Perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps because we'd had a little alcohol, my husband soon began snoring loudly, while I slowly enjoyed Xiao C 's strong and rhythmic massage.

After the head massage, Xiao C turned to my side. He first kneaded my arms, then began his abdominal massage. When he slightly lifted my clothes and placed his hands on my lower abdomen, I didn't feel anything unusual. His massage was powerful and precise. He increased the pressure on my navel area and pressed acupoints, which felt incredibly comfortable.

After pressing the acupoints, he switched to a hand massage. His hands moved closer to my lower abdomen, pressing firmly on both sides with his four fingertips. As he moved from side to side, I clearly felt his hands touching my pubic hair. While massaging the left side, his palm almost covered my vulva. My lower body quickly became hot, and my eyes involuntarily opened. Xiao C remained expressionless. The lobby lights were still dim, and my husband was still lost in his daydream. I quickly closed my eyes. Sigh, I was just worrying unnecessarily.

Perhaps Xiao C was simply fulfilling his duty, and it was just my own impure thoughts? I closed my eyes and continued enjoying my treatment. Then, Xiao C placed his hands on both sides of my thighs, pressing downwards along the groin with his fingertips. I shuddered. Xiao C said, "You look so tired, how about we go to the room and I give you cupping?" Without thinking, I said, "Okay!" I said goodbye to my husband and rushed to the private room with him. As soon as I entered, I lay face down on the bed in a cupping position. Little C said, "The massage isn't finished yet; I'll do the cupping for you at the end." So I turned around and let him continue touching me. For some reason, this time I was really looking forward to it, anticipating his hands. But this time, Little C stopped his previous caresses. He pressed his palms against my upper abdomen for about three minutes. Suddenly, he straddled me and placed his hands on my ribs, stroking down to my armpits. He didn't lift my clothes, just slipped his hands inside to caress me. My lower body instantly became soaking wet. Oh no, I couldn't take it anymore! I leaned forward, anticipating his further caresses. But Little C didn't go any deeper. He just moved his hands around the edges of my breasts. My breasts were incredibly swollen, and my nipples were hard, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and didn't make a sound.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Little C said, "Oh right, I forgot to use the essential oil on you." After saying that, he magically produced a bottle of essential oil. Without hesitation, he lifted my shirt and quickly dripped a few drops onto my breasts. His warm, large hands instantly grasped them. "You've maintained a great figure," he said. "My massage will make your breasts even firmer." I didn't say anything, keeping my eyes tightly closed, letting him freely rub my breasts. In my heart, I told myself: "Don't worry about it, just treat it as a massage." But my body told me: I was clearly enjoying it, enjoying his caresses. I was even secretly hoping, hoping he would take further action!

He lifted my shirt again, completely exposing my upper body to him. He gently massaged my breasts with both hands, then pressed his index finger against my nipples while massaging. I almost lost control, nearly grabbing his legs, but I didn't. I gritted my teeth and endured, feeling incredibly comfortable. At this moment, Little C moved down slightly, sitting right on my inner thighs. He pulled his hands down my breasts to my lower abdomen, simultaneously pulling my shorts down to just cover my most intimate parts!

While massaging my inner thighs, he asked, "Are you comfortable?" I didn't answer. Then he moved up a little more, and I instantly felt his hard penis pressing against my genitals through my clothes. I involuntarily arched my back, my shorts became wet, and my entire lower body even spasmed. I really wanted him to continue; I had never felt this way before. I strongly craved to be fucked, violated, and raped! Just then, a thought flashed through my mind: would my husband come looking for me? Instantly, my tense limbs relaxed, and I murmured, "It's getting late, let me get cupping done!"

Perhaps Little C realized this too; he immediately got off me and said, "Sis, wait a minute." After saying that, he straightened my clothes and left. A moment later, Xiao C came in with a hot towel and cupping tools. He lifted up my clothes again and used the hot towel to wipe my front from top to bottom, being especially careful with my breasts. When he was wiping my lower abdomen, I sensed his hesitation; he lingered near my private parts for a long time before finally doing nothing, just finishing the wiping and then asking me to turn around. I gently turned over, and Xiao C lifted his shirt and massaged my shoulders. After a series of professional massages, he applied a dense series of cupping jars to my upper body. Xiao C said, "Sister, you always come with your husband, okay? Next time, come by yourself." I didn't say anything. Actually, I should have felt guilty at that moment, but honestly, I didn't. Then Xiao C placed his hands on my waist and massaged it. I said, "Put more pressure." Perhaps my words spurred C on; he quickly pulled down my shorts, exposing my entire lower body. Luckily, I was face down, with only my buttocks in front of him. He massaged my buttocks and pressed acupoints. I got wet again, but I insisted on pulling my pants up. I didn't want anything to escalate.

C didn't insist anymore, but he slipped his hand inside my shorts, rubbing my buttocks wantonly. After a few minutes, he slid his hand down along my buttocks until he stopped at my genitals. He gently stroked with his index finger, not going deep, but I felt anxious and uneasy. I didn't know if he sensed my desire for his intrusion, but I was certain he knew I was already overflowing with desire! That day, if I hadn't been worried about my husband's potential intervention, if I had gone for the massage alone, I would have been an absolutely wicked slut. I would have demanded his penetration like a volcano erupting, a deep penetration!!

When I got home that afternoon, I was still immersed in this strange feeling. I yelled at my husband, "You've slept all afternoon! No, you have to sleep with me again!" Without another word, I pulled him to bed. He reluctantly lay down beside me, and I clung to him affectionately. Within minutes, he couldn't resist and started kissing me. With my eyes closed, for the first time, I imagined my husband as someone else (of course, it was Xiao C), continuing to enjoy the pleasure Xiao C still gave me, experiencing a unique orgasm I'd never felt before.

That night, I couldn't sleep. Scenes from the day kept replaying in my mind. Strangely, I didn't feel guilty towards my husband; instead, I felt a lingering sense of regret for not having made that final push. My body even felt more aroused; when I touched myself, I was already soaking wet!

I'm telling you all, this is truly my personal experience. The reason I'm writing this is because I see relationships as an interesting place, a place where you can speak your mind. I've written down my thoughts then and afterward without any reservations. I don't know if I'll go again, but my heart yearns for it. Many nights I've resolved to go again, but the next day I back down. My body craves it so much—that caress, that rubbing, that trembling, that expected yet unpredictable physiological change. Just that desire alone makes me wet!

Faced with that irresistible temptation, after a bitter struggle between reason and desire, when the intense desire takes over, I know I'm about to fall into depravity!

Yesterday, I finally went to the Meilaiya massage parlor by myself. After a quick shower, I went straight to a private room and told the waiter I wanted Xiao C to come and give me a massage. A few minutes later, Xiao C came in. Clearly, my sudden appearance had caught him off guard. He looked surprised and asked, "Where is he?" I said, "He's not here." Xiao C silently walked to the bedside and said, "Sis, is it the same as last time?" I hummed in agreement and lay flat on the bed. Xiao C sat on the edge of the bed, and this time he didn't hesitate to lift my entire shirt, quickly dripping a few drops of essential oil onto my breasts and navel before starting the massage.

He first used both hands to spread the oil in a rotating motion on my breasts, then gently massaged them with his palms. I immediately felt so comfortable I wanted to moan, but I held it in; I didn't want him to see my desire. At that moment, his hands were so warm, tenderly caressing my breasts. After a few minutes, he massaged from the edge of my breasts down my ribs to my abdomen. He gently massaged my navel with his right palm, then used his left hand to pull my shorts down to just cover my private parts. Now, except for my private parts, my entire upper body was exposed to him. That feeling of nakedness intoxicated me. Actually, if he had pulled my shorts down further, exposing my private parts completely, I wouldn't have stopped him. But he didn't.

He used his thumbs to push outwards along the bottom of my abdomen—a very professional massage technique. He meticulously performed his duties, carefully massaging and pressing acupoints on my ovaries and uterus. Then he returned to my breasts, straddling my thighs and kneading them clockwise with both hands, using all the fingertips together. My lower body felt hot; I knew I was wet again. I wanted him to go deeper, more intensely, more stimulatingly. But after a short while, he got up and left. I was disappointed. Why didn't he continue?!

Soon, he came back in with a hot towel. He went to the bedside and started wiping my neck carefully and gently, bit by bit. He was even more careful around my breasts, then my waist, abdomen, and the edge of my genitals, wiping back and forth carefully without going over the edge. After wiping, he asked me to turn over so he could massage my back. I quickly turned around, and he pulled my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my entire back to him…

After evenly applying essential oil to my back, he first kneaded my shoulders, pressing hard on my shoulder blades. He knew from his massages that my shoulders were always sore from using the computer, so he always gave me a shoulder massage during my foot massages. This time, he kneaded and massaged me even more carefully. Five or six minutes later, he had me turn around. Then he stood in front of the bed and used both hands to massage my back from my shoulder blades down to the back of my legs. He said, "This is the most comfortable way; it opens up all the meridians." I felt his technique; it was indeed very comfortable. After several sessions, he moved to my left side. After a series of waist massages, he began massaging my buttocks. He rubbed my buttocks in circles with both hands, then dripped a few drops of essential oil into my groin. He slowly inserted his fingers into the middle of my buttocks, instantly touching my anus. I tensed up. "No, don't!" I protested, but I didn't make a sound.

He asked me, "Is it comfortable?" I said, "Yes." He then gently massaged around my anus with his index finger. My lower body felt hot again; this time, I figured I'd soak a large patch of the sheets. I couldn't help but moan. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. My husband had tried to have sex with me many times, but I'd always refused. I thought I would never accept sex, but today's massage from Xiao C aroused me. His massage was so comfortable; I wanted him to penetrate me.

I stuck my butt out high, but Xiao C didn't penetrate me. Just as my buttocks were raised, he used his left hand to touch my breasts. I lay down comfortably, pressing his left hand down. He kneaded my breasts with his left hand while his right hand massaged my back. It felt so good; I felt a little dizzy, and my lower body was also getting hot. Then, Xiao C said, "Wait a minute," and left again, leaving me filled with desire. I touched my genitals—it was a vast ocean! Yes, who could resist nearly an hour of this teasing?

Little C brought a hot towel again and carefully wiped me from behind. This time, he didn't forget to spread my legs from behind and meticulously wipe my genitals from bottom to top down to my anus. I thought, this time he saw how wet I was. He cleaned me thoroughly, and I was a little disappointed. Was that all? Just as I was feeling confused, he said, "Turn around and I'll rub your stomach again." He turned me over. Don't forget, my entire body was completely exposed. Just like that, I was naked, exposed to him.

I closed my eyes, not pulling up my shorts or pulling down my shirt, facing him naked, waiting for his next move, even anticipating further assault. But, unexpectedly, he pulled up my shorts. I opened my eyes, looking at him questioningly. He said shyly, "Sister, I'm afraid to face this. I won't be able to control myself." At that moment, I truly didn't know what to do. Should I tell him my desire, or should I suppress my lust and pretend to be a virgin?

His hesitation greatly hindered my desire, but at that moment, I finally understood that he wasn't actually a professional gigolo; he too was struggling on the edge of desire. I felt that he was truly naive. I had given him my entire body. If he were a mature and experienced hunter, would he still hesitate? Seeing such a beautiful, self-destructive prey, he would have already loaded his gun and fired several rounds.

I stared at him without saying a word. He lowered his head, sat beside me, encircled my head with his left arm, and touched my breast with his right. As he stroked it, he pulled me up, then leaned in and covered my left breast with his mouth, sucking on it. I felt incredibly happy, clinging tightly to his waist. Then he licked my areola in circles with his tongue, and I felt both nipples instantly harden. While licking, he slipped his hand inside my shorts, massaging around my lower abdomen. I started moaning again, feeling the thirst in my lower body. Faster! A little deeper, I need your touch, I need your entry. I've already spread my legs, opened my vulva, waiting for your entry. I really want to shout that I want him to penetrate me, to penetrate my body, to close my vulva and let him release all his juices!!

I could see that he hesitated, he struggled, he was still unsure if I would allow him to go any further. He carefully stroked the area at the very bottom of my abdomen where it touched the pubic hair. I involuntarily arched my back, began to moan, and gripped his left hand tightly. He said, "Sis, what's wrong? What's wrong?" I didn't answer his obvious question, but simply turned my head and gently, yet with all my might, bit his left hand. I felt his tremor; his caresses became more forceful, and my moans grew stronger. Slowly, his hand touched the pubic hair, his fingers touched my labia. I said, "Quick! I can't take it anymore!" If I remember correctly, this was the first time I had openly and unreservedly encouraged him. Perhaps it was because of my encouragement, perhaps…

At that moment, my mind was completely blank, devoid of thought and consciousness. I only remember that when I was extremely eager, he promptly, accurately, and without hesitation inserted his hand into my core, making me scream loudly in pleasure. "Sister, keep it down, the people in the next room will hear!" I didn't care about any of that. I thrust my lotus high, ready to satisfy my nearly two hours of pent-up desire without restraint! I screamed, wrapped my arms around his neck, and trembled, letting him take me to my peak. Just like that, in my extreme thirst, I erupted instantly, releasing nearly two hours of pent-up lust into his fingers. I tensed my body, pressing against my core, my entire lotus trembling. Faster, I want it! Faster!!! I screamed and writhed, and encouraged by me, he thrust rapidly, pinning my legs down with his right leg. I thrust upwards, upwards with all my might… After a more intense spasm in my genitals, I wrapped my arms around his neck, howled, rolled over, and clamped my arms around his, wildly writhing as I experienced a unique orgasm I'd never felt before. I gasped for breath, my entire body drenched in sweat, my lower body overflowing with vaginal fluid. I hugged him, somewhat embarrassed, burying my face in his body. I wondered: Was I being too lewd? Would she laugh at my recklessness?

Just then, I heard Little C whisper in my ear, "Sister, I'm so glad I can make you so happy!" I looked up, touched his forehead shyly, and teased him, "Look, you're not even sweating, you've been slacking off." Little C smiled shyly and said, "I don't want to be lazy, I want to do it with you, sister!" I was only thinking about my own pleasure and didn't consider Xiao C's feelings at all. How could he resist me when I was so wanton? Xiao C's right hand groped my labia, and his left hand moved me from his lap onto the bed. Then, he left me and got a towel to wipe all the sweat off my body. I remained motionless, enjoying everything he did for me. Then he took off my shirt, and my shorts had long since slipped off. I lay naked in front of him, saying nothing and just silently watching him. Xiao C stared at me for a while, then leaned down and used his hands to spread my labia, examining them carefully. To let him see clearly, I spread my legs wide, exposing my entire vulva to him. Strangely, just by him looking at me, I felt aroused. My labia became hot, and I felt an unbearable thirst! I didn't know what was wrong with me; I had never had such a strong desire before! It felt like my entire vulva was burning with desire, wanting to be fucked, to be fucked hard! Who said: Women are born wanting to be raped! Right now, I want to be raped! I even want to be tied up and ravaged!

Strangely, Little C seemed to understand my heart. He suddenly pressed my hands down on the bed to make me motionless, then leaned down and rubbed his lips against my labia. Then he used his tongue to spread my labia apart and licked up and down my clitoris. I cried out again. At this moment, Little C suddenly remembered something, rolled over and turned on the TV. When he licked me again, I felt the trembling down there again, and I felt the urge to thrust again. I wanted his tongue to go in, but Little C didn't. He just gently licked my clitoris and circled it from top to bottom along the edges of my labia. After a few minutes, he took my labia into his mouth and swirled his tongue around in it. I cried out. He then grabbed my hands and began licking relentlessly. I struggled, trying to pull my hands away and hold his head down, but he was too strong, and I couldn't move at all. Then, he turned around and lifted me up from the side, positioning my entire vulva against him. He kissed and thrust into me, launching a fierce attack on my clitoris with his tongue.

I convulsed on the verge of orgasm. "Fuck me! I can't take it anymore! I want it! I want you!"

He tried to pull away, to take off his clothes, or rather, his pants, but how could I let him leave my heart at that moment? I pressed his head down hard, and amidst my trembling and his wet tongue, I reached an unprecedented climax. I climaxed without penetration, something I had never experienced before. I knew it was called a clitoral orgasm, but I had never had this experience before, nor did I know that a kissing orgasm could be so wonderful. I cried out, and he licked even more vigorously. After this climax, I lay limp on the bed in a starfish shape. He continued to kiss me and touched my breasts. He said, "Sis, I want to go inside." I gasped and nodded in agreement. Then I saw him quickly pull off his pants, and I saw a large, swollen lotus flower pressing against his underwear. I reached out and touched it—it was huge! I said, "Did you get a condom?" He said, "I'm not in this line of work, where would I get a condom?" I was stunned. Without a condom, it wouldn't do. Seeing my insistence on using one, C turned and left. I lay on the bed, savoring the pleasure of oral sex while waiting for C. I knew he was sharpening his knife, ready to stab me, the lamb who had walked into his trap. If his bayonet was loaded, my trembling lotus would instantly bloom. I wanted his huge member to pierce my core, to let my blooming petals tightly envelop the bayonet, to let him thrust violently, to relentlessly assault me!

Until the bayonet was dulled, and all ammunition was gone. I touched my lotus, spread my legs, and waited for C. After a while, C came in, took a hot towel, wiped the sweat off my body, then changed the towel and carefully wiped my lotus again. I remained silent, hooking my legs around his neck. He glanced at me, lowered my legs, put the towel away, and locked the door. I watched him do all this, waiting for his next move. Sure enough, he took off his pants and underwear, and the gleaming bayonet pointed straight at me. "Sister, I just washed up. Sister, I've only had sex with my girlfriend seven or eight times." The implication was that he still wasn't using condoms, and that he had only had sex with his girlfriend a few times, so there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

I struggled, not wanting to cross the line, but Little C seemed determined, and without any room for negotiation, he lay on top of me in a 69 position and began licking me. Facing his erect penis, facing his glistening glans engorged with blood, I involuntarily took it into my mouth. His penis was indeed quite large; I could only take it in by holding the base. I held this life-giving root in my hand and thrust it in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue against the glans and sliding my lips as tightly as possible towards the base. I stroked his testicles and slid my hand towards his anus. At this moment, I felt that he was also launching an attack on my anus. He first licked it with his tongue, and I happily clamped my arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to insert my hand into his anus. He also seized the opportunity to insert his tongue into my anus. When he placed his index finger on my anus and massaged it, and tried to take the opportunity to penetrate, I screamed, "No! I don't want to! I don't like anal sex! My husband tried it a few times before, but I always stopped him at the very edge. I feel uncomfortable." Although Little C had made my anus bloom, I still didn't want him to enter. Seeing my determination, Little C parted my labia, took my clitoris into his lips, and pressed his tongue against my vulva. I also took his large penis into my mouth, circling the glans with my tongue. His penis looked incredibly large in my slender hands. I gripped it tightly, but the feeling was more fulfilling than ever before. I held it, wanting to push it all the way into my vulva. I twisted and eagerly pressed my vulva against Little C's mouth. Then he inserted his entire tongue into my vulva. I cried out in pleasure, my juices flowing into his mouth. He quickly licked around my vulva.

I also quickly sucked on his penis and stroked the base with my hand. Little C said, "Sis, I'm going to cum." I didn't answer him, but just gripped his big cock tightly and thrust it in and out of my mouth rapidly. He pushed it even faster, and I couldn't keep up. If it went all the way in, it would reach my throat, and my sensitive throat wouldn't be able to handle it. So, I didn't let go, holding it tightly in my mouth. After a while, Little C cried out. I felt a gush of fluid rush to my throat. I screamed, "No, I feel like vomiting!" Knowing my throat's sensitivity, I hurriedly swallowed Little C's life-giving fluid, and only then did my throat feel much better…

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