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Taking my wife, who was wearing a short skirt, to get a foot massage. 

My wife and I have been married for many years. To keep our sex life from becoming dull, we try some slightly stimulating games, such as intense sex, car sex, or going out for a late-night snack without underwear. The effect is quite good; we feel our sex life is better than when we first got married. Perhaps it's because my wife has become more feminine, more alluring, and more voluptuous.
We still have sex more than twenty times a month, which I think is a deliberate effort we've made to achieve this.
Let me tell you about one of my more exciting foot-washing experiences!
One summer evening, we had nothing to do, so I suggested I take her for a foot-washing. She was quite interested, saying she hadn't done it in a long time.
I told her to change her clothes, on the condition that she wear a very short skirt and thong, and just a tank top. She chuckled, "Wouldn't that be too revealing? I'm afraid he won't wash if he sees the pubic hair in my thong." (She always tells the man to wash, and I tell the woman.) I said, "So what? Let him see! It's all about stimulating him!" We didn't say anything more, and she excitedly went to change.
On the drive, I kept leering at my alluring wife. She was barely thirty, the prime of her life, and her black tank top accentuated her captivating C-cup breasts, revealing a deep cleavage that only fueled my imagination. Her black denim mini-skirt required me to pull it down occasionally to keep her buttocks from being exposed.
I asked her, "What are you wearing?" She replied,
"Didn't you tell me to wear a thong?"
I said, "You really dare to wear a thong to a foot massage? What color is it?" She nonchalantly said, "Just that little red thong, the sheer lace one. I'll show it to any handsome guy." I was speechless. We
arrived at a high-end foot massage parlor in the city. In the lobby, I pointed to a photo of a male masseur and asked, "Is this okay?" (Photos of male masseuses were displayed for customers to choose from in the lobby.)
She examined the photos with great interest, then pointed to another one and said, "This one." I muttered under my breath, "Damn it, you don't like cream? You want this manly one, you slut!" She giggled.
We took the elevator to our private double room. A little while later, a man and a woman came in. I didn't care what the woman looked like, but the man was quite handsome. I told the male masseur, "Go and wash her." At that moment, the male masseur was probably overjoyed because he saw a sexy, stunning woman lying on the foot massage sofa waiting for him to "ravage" her.
I pretended to be very tired, squinting my eyes, letting the masseuse do her thing. We didn't chat much. The male masseur sat in front of my wife, and from that angle, he could see everything under her skirt. If my wife's legs were willing to open... I couldn't see much at that moment, so I let her have her fill. I'd interrogate her later. I closed my eyes... On the way back, I reached down and touched my wife's crotch. It was soaking wet. I asked her, "How was it just now? You must have teased him. You're so wet, you slut!" My wife giggled and said, "I don't know if he saw it."
I said, "Did you open your legs?"
My wife said, "Sometimes I do, especially when he touches my knees, when they're close." "I deliberately spread my legs and showed him. I felt he was looking closely; the way he touched me felt different. Anyway, he got hard, and when he massaged my body, I touched it hard..." At this moment, my wife pulled up her skirt: "I really saw pubic hair! Honey, I got so wet just thinking about showing it to him. Didn't that mean he saw everything?" I said, "So what if he saw it? He definitely knows you showed it to him on purpose!" When we got home, of course, we had a passionate encounter. We didn't follow the usual routine. As soon as we closed the door, I took off her thong and went all the way in. I held the edge of her thong in my hand, looking at the pubic marks and smelling the scent. My wife was clearly much more passionate, and she was much wetter than usual...

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