My wife gets a massage from a man, it's very stimulating (2)

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After all that rambling, I haven't even gotten to the main point yet. Okay, I'll skip ahead and write a short paragraph for you all to enjoy. If you resonate with it, or don't think I'm perverted, please give it a thumbs up!
That day, I took my wife for a massage. We'd been a few times before—and the most enjoyable moment was always when she came out of the massage room, her panties soaked from being touched. At that moment, we'd usually rush home, have sex, and listen to her recount the various "tricks" the massage boys used.
That day, for the massage, I ordered a standard service—just a butt massage, not a full-body massage. My wife later said she'd tried several male masseuses because they weren't to her taste—if they were too ugly, she felt like she'd wasted money being taken advantage of. Just as we were about to relax, a tall, handsome young man came in. She felt a connection with him and happily agreed.
So, she undressed, showered, and then the young man stripped her naked and made her lie on the bed. The preceding scenes were nothing more than a full-body massage, breast touching, and neck kisses—I won't go into details. My wife said that although she's 38 years old, the young man was very interested in her because of her good figure. After giving her a full-body massage, he hugged her and kissed her passionately. My wife said that the young man's tongue was very strong, sucking her tongue in completely, making it hard for her to breathe. The young man's tongue was very smooth, and even tasted sweet. My wife enjoyed it very much. During the wet kiss that lasted for more than five minutes, my wife later took the initiative to put the young man's tongue in her mouth and sucked it hard. My wife said that the young man's tongue tasted much better than hers—hearing this, I felt very excited.
Afterwards, the young man spread my wife's thighs and stretched out—I don't know which finger, or whether it was one or two—quickly thrusting it in and out of my wife's vagina, playing with it while asking my wife with malicious intent if she was enjoying it. The wife said, "He was thrusting so fast, like a penis, at least three or four hundred times. It wasn't just thrusting, it was really hard, like his whole hand was slamming in. He didn't care at all, but I was so excited. Even though I knew he was intentionally and recklessly pounding into my vagina, I felt like he was wantonly playing with me. But I was so excited and so shameless, I couldn't help but thrust my vagina forward to meet him each time, constantly saying how comfortable it felt. I was too embarrassed to say 'pleasure.'"
"At that time, I felt like that young man was my lover, like family. Later, when his penis got hard and he wanted to have sex with me, I didn't agree, and he didn't insist. But actually, I really wanted to, 'Honey, he's a little taller than you, I really wanted his penis to go in directly from behind, oh, that would be so amazing and exciting!'"
"And so, he kept touching and kissing me passionately, and then I couldn't help but scream. He told me to be quiet, not to scream so loudly, or the neighbors would hear. I couldn't hold it in anymore, honey, the sheets were covered in my juices. He brought me to orgasm. Honey, it felt so good!"
On the way home, my wife excitedly recounted the story, then said shyly, "Don't do that next time." I smiled without saying a word, feeling incredibly excited. I reached under her panties and found her inner thighs were still wet. So, I rushed home, stripped her naked, and called out my ex-lover's name while she described how the male masseur had violated her. We both reached orgasm again.
My wife said that next time she'd have someone penetrate her from behind and ejaculate inside her, then quickly bring her back so I could lick the other man's semen. She said it would be very exciting for her, and asked if I thought it would be exciting. I smiled; actually, I was a little tempted.

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