My Perfect Wife's First Time with a Male Essential Oil Spa - 5

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I spoke with the young, handsome masseur again, and his confident demeanor pleased me. I hoped my years-long wish would come true tonight. The pristine, elegant environment, my beautiful wife, and the sunny, handsome young man—everything was ready, just waiting for the right moment. To be honest, my wife has always been averse to massages with other men, but after years of persuasion, and with her period only five days past and her body sensitive during ovulation… I was excited, nervous, and anxious, but I maintained a calm facade, offering my wife unwavering support. My wife, who had never had much contact with another man before, might be penetrated tonight…? Soon, my wife approached in a white bikini. She was still a little shy, wearing a sheer blouse that peeked out from under the white lights. It was a little past 8 pm, and the temperature was high, so there weren't many people at the hot springs. Afraid of embarrassing my wife, I quickly led the young man and my wife to a smaller, less crowded pool! It felt exciting! When we arrived at the small pool, the lighting was dim, and it was just the three of us. My wife finally took off her veil and entered the hot spring. The moment she took it off and went into the water, I saw the young man staring at my wife, her cleavage bulging—truly alluring. Her bikini bottoms only covered half of her buttocks, and because she had shaved the day before, there wasn't a single hair to be seen on her pubic area. Her C-cup breasts were practically bursting out, almost overflowing! Slowly, we all got into the water. My wife was next to me, still a bit shy, keeping a distance from the young man. But the pool was small, and my wife's snow-white body was undeniably tempting to the young man. The ambiguous atmosphere of the hot spring, with its subtle ambiance, helped everyone gradually get into the mood.
Around 9 PM, after soaking for about an hour, I suggested we go back to our room. The young masseur immediately agreed, and my wife nodded shyly. We got out of the water together and slowly returned to our two-story duplex indoor hot spring room. My wife went upstairs first to wash up, while I told the young man that we should get an aromatherapy spa treatment next to the indoor hot spring room on the first floor—it would be more convenient there! I started by filling the pool with water and adding rose petals to heat it up. I prepared some red wine and glasses on the side. The young, handsome masseur lit the aromatherapy diffuser, played some soft music, and laid out two large towels on the platform by the pool. I took out our essential oils and mixed them for him. I noticed my wife hadn't come down for a while, so I went up to check on her. She had finished bathing and was getting dressed. I immediately grabbed the three-piece lingerie we had brought and said, "Wear this. How can anyone do an aromatherapy spa with clothes on?" My wife asked, "Are you really willing to let others touch me?" I said, "Honey, I'm willing to do anything for your pleasure. Enjoy yourself today. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell him to stop and leave." After some persuasion, my wife finally agreed to wear a thong and a lingerie that only covered about one-fifth of her upper breasts. She wrapped herself in a towel, covered herself up completely, and went downstairs! Seeing everything downstairs, my wife was still a little touched. Rose petals, red wine, aromatherapy lamps—everything exuded ambiguity! I immediately told the young man to go shower. My wife and I poured ourselves a glass of red wine, and we sipped it slowly. Soon, he finished showering and came downstairs. He looked alright, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I guess he was worried about embarrassing my wife. I said, "You guys can start. I'll go upstairs and shower first." My wife nodded, her face flushed from the wine. The young man called to my wife, "Sister, take off your towel. We'll do a back massage first." My wife took off the towel, and the young man helped her cover her buttocks with it. He then took out a blindfold he had prepared beforehand and helped my wife put it on, saying, "Sister, we're starting now!" I slowly walked upstairs, my footsteps fading into the distance until I heard the bathroom door close upstairs. I felt that everyone downstairs was more relaxed and at ease. I checked the time; it was 9:50. I heard that a spa treatment lasts 120 minutes. I still had some time, so I decided to take a shower first. I took a full shower in the bathroom and dried my hair, figuring the downstairs neighbors could hear the hairdryer.
I smoked two cigarettes on the second floor. I checked the time; it was 10:20. I decided to go downstairs. I quietly opened the bathroom door, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and looked down. The back massage was finished; they were working on the lower body. The essential oil on my wife's buttocks was glistening. The young man was still diligently massaging her, slowly working up to her thighs. My wife's legs were tightly pressed together! The young man poured more essential oil into her buttocks cleft, and my wife let out a soft "hmm." He continued to gently massage around her large buttocks, sometimes pushing up from her thighs, sometimes from her waist down to her buttocks cleft! Apparently, she was comfortable, so the young man kept stimulating around her anus, and her thighs slowly relaxed. From my position, my wife's head was facing me, so I couldn't see her buttocks. I guess the young man had already seen my wife's hairless vulva; his pants were bulging quite a bit! I slowly went downstairs, said I needed a smoke, and went to check if the hotel supermarket was still open. I bought a pack of cigarettes, told them to take their time, and that I should enjoy myself. I took a card from my wallet and stuck it near the power outlet by the door. I took the room key so it wouldn't bother them when they opened the door for me. I went out! I deliberately wandered around for a while. The hotel supermarket was closed. I bought a pack of cigarettes at a shop in town and slowly walked back. When I got close to the hotel, I checked the time—11 PM. I smoked a few more cigarettes in the lobby, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I kept wondering what was going on in the room. Had my wife been undressed? Had the vibrator on the side been used? Had the young man done her breasts? Had he penetrated her? Or had nothing happened at all? My wife wouldn't allow it! At 11:20, I went upstairs, opened the door, and went in. They had already finished and were soaking together in the rose petal pool. My wife was wearing a sexy bikini, and the young man was wearing swim trunks. They were only centimeters apart, both smiling broadly. My wife was taking sips of red wine every now and then, and the essential oil she had prepared was all used up, making her face even more rosy! I said, "Honey, are you satisfied?" My wife smiled and said, "I won't tell you!" I saw the young man smile and nod at me. I knew I had succeeded!
Seeing my wife gradually getting into the mood, I relaxed and quickly changed into my swimming trunks. I also went into the pool. The three of us were a bit crowded in the rose petal-strewn hot spring. I glanced at the young man's lower body a few times. The swelling in his crotch from over an hour ago had subsided, but just imagining the hazy scene between him and my wife made my little brother restless. Perhaps my wife sensed my excitement, as she gently soothed me with her hand underwater. My brain was getting congested, and I couldn't resist anymore. I lifted my wife to the edge of the hot spring, raised her big buttocks, and easily pulled down the thin strap of her thong. Her hairless little sister was slightly open, a little engorged, and the essential oil on her anus was still glistening. I pushed my engorged penis into my wife's body. No lubrication was needed; it went in easily. I could still feel the residue inside, I couldn't tell if it was lubricant from the condom or essential oil! The young man took the opportunity to kiss my wife's pink, erect nipple and gently stroked her other breast! I gradually increased my speed. My wife, experiencing the stimulation of two men for the first time, cried out passionately. The young man kissed her from her chest to her neck, then from her neck to her mouth, teasing her with his tongue. Because her mouth was blocked, all I could hear were my wife's moans. My wife slowly extended her tongue in response to the young man. Seeing the stimulating scene before me, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her. At the moment of my ejaculation, I clearly felt my wife's vagina contract strongly; she had also come! Seeing that it was about time, I told the young man to help my wife upstairs to the bathroom to shower. I said I would clean up the mess, lit a cigarette, and slowly cleaned up. Occasionally, I could hear playful laughter coming from the bathroom upstairs. Gradually, all I could hear was the sound of running water and my wife's occasional soft moans. I slowly went upstairs. My wife was sucking on the young man's penis, her eyes slightly closed. The young man saw me and seemed a little embarrassed. I gave him an encouraging look, and he whispered a few words in my wife's ear. My wife slowly lifted her buttocks, and the young man adjusted his position, easily entering her again! I slowly turned around and went downstairs, my emotions still unsettled—excitement, melancholy, I just couldn't calm down!

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