The married woman in the spa 2

Last time, I mentioned that after the handsome young man caught me peeking at his crotch and I quickly closed my eyes, I suddenly heard a rustling sound. Then, he grabbed my hand and I felt him holding something hot. I was startled and opened my eyes to see that he had taken off his pants, and his thick, long penis was erect. He was holding my hand on it. I was both shocked and ashamed, and I quickly pulled my hand back, angrily saying, "What are you doing?" But my eyes unconsciously glanced at his penis again. It was really thick and big. Seeing that I was angry, the young man put his pants back on and said, "Sorry, sis, you're too beautiful, I couldn't resist." I ignored him, feeling very angry. Although I was touched to orgasm while naked, it was still passive. If my husband woke up and questioned me, I could say I was forced. But now, to make me hold a stranger's penis would be considered active. My husband would kill me if he found out. This guy really thinks I'm some kind of slutty and promiscuous woman. Although I was completely aroused, I wouldn't stoop so low as to masturbate in front of my husband. As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt something warm suckle my nipple. I opened my eyes and saw him kissing my nipple on my chest. I quickly tried to push him away, saying "Get away," but I couldn't move him. Seeing my resistance, he suddenly increased the pressure and speed, his tongue rapidly circling between my nipple and areola. Waves of tingling sensations washed over me, and my hands, which were bracing against his shoulders, grew weaker and weaker. Then, one of his hands slid down from my chest, all the way to my genitals, separating my tightly closed thighs, and began massaging my vaginal opening. I was being attacked from both sides, feeling so comfortable that I was powerless to resist. My anger gradually subsided. Then he switched to licking my other nipple, and his fingers gently rubbed back and forth at my vaginal opening. At this moment... My desire gradually rose as he caressed me, and I mentally gave up resisting, bracing myself for his fingers to slip inside at any moment. Sure enough, he began to insert them into my vagina, and my whole body trembled again. His movements were slow and labored, as if he were afraid of hurting me. After a while, his fingers were all the way in. His hand seemed quite long, and his fingers remained still inside. At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore and hoped he would move. His fingers began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. Gradually, the amplitude of the tremors increased, and the intervals between the tremors became faster and faster. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, desperately biting my lip to keep from crying out. His tremors became more and more intense, my breathing became more and more rapid, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little thicker. It turned out he had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all; there was no chafing sensation. His two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside me, while his other hand gently pressed against my clitoris. I felt like I was going crazy; biting my lip, I couldn't stop moaning, so I covered my mouth with my left hand, letting out muffled groans every now and then. Just as I was lost in passion, I suddenly felt him grab my right hand with his other hand, grasping his thick penis once more. This time, I was overwhelmed by pleasure and had no will to resist. My hand was held and stroked up and down on his penis. That penis was thicker than my vibrator at home, hot and hard, and even a little curved. I've had several boyfriends, including my husband, and have handled quite a few different penises, but I've never encountered one this big. I couldn't help but peek through my eyes and saw that I was stroking it up and down. The huge glans was swollen and red, with bulging veins at the base. My hand looked so small when it was on top of it. The sight of that penis made my lust even stronger. I thought about what it would be like to have such a thick penis inserted inside me... As I was lost in thought, I suddenly noticed the handsome young man staring at me. I quickly closed my eyes. Perhaps because he noticed me glancing at his penis again, which aroused him, his hand movements suddenly quickened, each stroke hitting my G-spot. The tingling sensation in my lower body intensified, and at the same time, a strong urge to urinate arose. I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to pee. I hurriedly pulled my right hand out from his left hand and his penis, and used it to push his right hand away forcefully, trying to stop him. However, he showed no sign of stopping; instead, his movements became even more intense. I couldn't push him away, and soon I couldn't hold back any longer. The urge to urinate and the pleasure reached their peak simultaneously. At that moment, he suddenly pulled his fingers out. My head buzzed, and streams of hot fluid gushed uncontrollably from my lower body. With the loss of control, waves of orgasmic currents spread throughout my body, and my body convulsed uncontrollably. I felt like I was flying, floating on air, in a blissful state. As the spasms subsided, I turned to my side, clamping my thighs together and curling up on the massage bed. My mind went blank, and I was completely motionless, as if I had lost consciousness. This orgasm from incontinence was even more intense than my first clitoral orgasm. I wondered if this was the legendary squirting sensation—it was simply heavenly. Just as I was still limp and powerless from the afterglow of the orgasm, I suddenly felt the handsome young man lift my feet up, and then something soft, warm, and slippery took my toes into his mouth. The feeling was familiar. I turned my head and saw the handsome young man sucking on my feet. My toes and his erect penis were still standing, the scene incredibly erotic. I tried to pull my foot back, but he held it tightly. He licked it while staring intently at me, his eyes filled with hunger and provocation. I quickly turned my head and closed my eyes. I had just been fantasizing about him licking my toes, and now it was actually happening. My heart pounded. I thought to myself, this wasn't the regular massage he initially described; it was clearly a sex service. I felt embarrassed but also incredibly enjoying it. His tongue licked from my toes to the soles of my feet, making me incredibly itchy. My feet itched, and so did my heart. Since I was lying on my side, he... His soft, slippery tongue licked my heels, sliding up my calves, down my thighs, and finally circling my buttocks. Because I was facing away from him, and his lower body was exposed, I felt a sense of vulnerability, as if I were being attacked from behind. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him if he tried to penetrate me from behind. Although I had fantasized about being raped by him, I knew it was better to just think about it than let it actually happen in front of my husband. But the way his tongue felt was so good; my husband had never served me like that. The feeling was simply wonderful. I was caught in a dilemma between fear and pleasure. Amidst a conflicting mix of fear and intense pleasure, his tongue drew ever closer to my genitals, causing my lower body to tense up again. He used both hands to spread my buttocks, and his tongue swept across my vaginal opening, sending a shiver through me. Then, he actually began licking my anus. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was the first time someone had licked my anus, and it felt so wonderful. My husband had never done it for me. His nimble tongue swirled around my anus, creating an incredibly itchy yet pleasurable sensation. My vagina began to wet again. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness I showered and washed my buttocks before the massage; otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing if there was a smell. This handsome young man has some really unusual tastes." Just as I was thinking this, his tongue left my buttocks, brushing across my lower back and back. Then he stood up, bent down, and lay on my thighs, licking my lower abdomen. Because I was lying on my side, my lower abdomen was protruding with a small ring of fat and stretch marks, which I felt quite embarrassed about. But he actually greedily sucked on my belly, making very obvious slurping sounds, as if he had found a treasure. He even slipped the tip of his tongue into my navel, giving me a queen-like, supreme pleasure. Then he continued upwards, starting to lick my nipples. By this time, I was already... His teasing made my whole body itch, my desire surged, and my lower body was incredibly wet. He stood up again and kneaded my buttocks with one large hand. Then I felt something rubbing against my vaginal opening. That thing was bigger than a finger; it was clearly his glans. I was shocked. Although I had anticipated that he might penetrate me, I couldn't accept it if it actually happened. I struggled to sit up and stop him, but he was faster than me, lifting my right leg first. With a soft "plop," his enormous glans entered my vagina. I couldn't help but cry out: Ahhh! The sound was indistinguishable between fear and pleasure. Because it was so loud, it woke my sleeping husband across from me, who suddenly let out a long snort. I was terrified and immediately held my breath, afraid to move, lest he wake up. In that tense moment, with my heart pounding in my chest, the young man took advantage of the situation, continuing to slowly penetrate me, seemingly oblivious to my presence. I felt a sense of invasion, but dared not move. Only after my husband's breathing returned to normal did I hurriedly try to push the young man's body away. His body was as strong as a mountain; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move him. Instead, he grabbed my hand, preventing me from moving. I whispered to him, "No!" But he completely ignored me and continued to penetrate deeper. I felt myself being possessed little by little. The pleasure of my vagina being filled by his penis almost made me lose the will to resist. I used the last bit of strength to twist my body, but I still couldn't break free. Just as his penis was about to reach the depths of my vagina, I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, he stopped moving forward and began to slowly pull back. I could clearly feel his huge glans...The shape and edges of his penis rubbed against the inner walls of my vagina, touching all my sensitive spots. The pleasure was indescribable. I felt his penis was about to leave my vagina when suddenly, with a soft "plop," he thrust in quickly and powerfully. I was caught off guard again, biting my lip and letting out a muffled groan. This thrust felt so good that I completely gave up resisting. As soon as he pulled out, I felt a tingling and itchy sensation inside, instantly achieving complete satisfaction. Then he began to slowly thrust in and out, and I felt my vagina being stretched full. This feeling of fullness was unprecedented. I couldn't help but want to scream, so I covered my mouth with my left hand, but I still couldn't control the low moans and groans. I was afraid... I woke my husband, glancing nervously at him across the room. My right hand and right leg were being held up by the young man, my body turned sideways towards him. If he woke up, he would immediately see my lewd posture, my genitals being penetrated by a thick, hard penis. The thought made me incredibly nervous, but for some reason, the more nervous I became, the more excited my body felt. My juices flowed uncontrollably. I wondered if the young man had deliberately inserted himself from the side so I could watch my husband while he fucked me. What a wicked guy! Thinking this, I felt a strange sense of humiliated pleasure. I was completely captivated by the young man's penis, lost in a frenzy of desire, and offered no resistance whatsoever. Instead, I longed for him to thrust faster, to send me to ecstasy. But he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts. After a while, he suddenly pulled out, eliciting another soft groan from me. Then he laid me flat, sat on the bed, and lifted my legs. I knew he was going to penetrate me from the front. My last shred of reason compelled me to say two words: "Use a condom." I was too ashamed to say it aloud, so I spoke so softly I felt only I could hear it, but the young man still heard me. He actually got off the bed and pulled out a condom from somewhere, putting it on. This clearly showed he had ill intentions from the start, but I had no time to dwell on it; my mind was consumed by lust. The young man got back on the bed, half-kneeling, lifting my buttocks, and thrusting his penis in from the front with a soft "plop." My vagina was filled again. Using a condom was clearly not as pleasurable as being naked. This time, he slowly penetrated to the deepest part of my vagina; I felt the head of his penis reach my cervix. My mouth... I couldn't take it anymore. My body was shrinking back. I'd never experienced anything like this before, the pleasure was more intense than ever before. He started to lie on top of me, licking my nipples while thrusting his penis in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. I could feel his penis going in and out of me. When it went deep, it felt so good and satisfying, and when it came out, I felt anxious and wanted it so badly. I felt like I was going to die. I gripped the sheets with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, moaning softly. He kissed my neck and earlobe, and whispered in my ear, "Baby, is it good?" I didn't say anything, but my heart was answering: Yes, so good! I've never tried such a big penis before. When his penis entered my body, it felt more comfortable than my vibrator and my husband's. The vibrator was cold, and my husband's penis was too short and not hard enough. It never touched my sensitive spots, and he ejaculated after only two minutes of penetration. But this handsome young man's penis was so hot, hard, and thick, and it lasted a long time. It made me feel like I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed my hand from my mouth and brought his lips to mine. My last shred of reason made me turn my head away and try to push him away by bracing myself against his chest. Seeing me dodge, his movements quickened, becoming swift and powerful, each thrust hitting my cervix. I felt suffocated. Then, he turned my face back to him and kissed my lips. I was already delirious and powerless to resist. His tongue easily pried open my teeth, hooking my tongue around his. His tongue was agile and strong, and I couldn't help but extend my own to intertwine with his. If my husband were to wake up at this moment, he would see his usually dignified and virtuous wife naked, pinned down by a young, strong stranger, passionately kissing him, her lower body being thrust in and out by his penis. This blood-pumping scene would drive my husband crazy, but I had no time to care. I forgot his existence, forgot the constraints of moral taboos; all I wanted was to merge with the young, vibrant male body pressing down on me. My lower body became increasingly wet, soaking the sheets. His penis moved in and out rapidly, making a squelching sound. I kissed him passionately, letting out muffled moans. Soon, the pleasure in my lower body reached its peak, a powerful current spreading from there. My hands gripped his broad chest tightly, my thighs clamped around his waist. Under his thrusts, I reached another climax. Seeing my slowed reactions, he paused for a moment, then, as my thighs loosened, he began to thrust forcefully again. I entered another state of ecstasy. After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly sat up, his hands gripping my breasts. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, his movements more intense. I could clearly feel his glans hardening and swelling, the pleasure of my vagina being stretched full building. My legs involuntarily clamped around his waist again, and I used all my strength to lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his penis plunging all the way in, the large glans pressing against my cervix, convulsing violently. I felt my vagina contracting, a powerful electric current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but groan loudly, completely disregarding whether it would disturb my husband. With his ejaculation, I also experienced another orgasm, feeling as if I were soaring to the heavens, forgetting everything else in the world. The handsome young man lay on top of me, panting for a while, before kissing my lips and cheeks. He massaged my body with his hands, as gently as a lover. After a while, he pulled his limp penis out of me, and I immediately felt empty in my lower body. He got up, dressed, tidied himself up, and then took a hot towel to gently wipe my body, which felt very comfortable.As he came up, the last vestige of my sanity made me turn my head away and try to push him off by bracing myself against his chest. Seeing me dodge his movements, his pace quickened, becoming swift and powerful, each thrust hitting my cervix. I felt suffocated. Then he turned my face towards him and kissed my lips. I was already delirious and powerless to resist. His tongue easily pried open my teeth, hooking my tongue around his. That tongue was agile and strong, and I couldn't help but extend my own to intertwine with his. If my husband were to wake up at this moment, he would see his usually dignified and virtuous wife naked, pinned down by a young, strong stranger, passionately kissing him, her lower body being thrust in and out by his penis. This scene was enough to make one's blood boil. My husband would go crazy if he saw this, but I didn't care. I forgot about my husband's existence, forgot about the constraints of moral taboos. I only wanted to merge with the young, energetic male body pressing down on me. My lower body became increasingly wet, soaking the sheets. His penis moved in and out rapidly, making squelching sounds. I kissed him passionately while letting out muffled moans. Soon, the pleasure in my lower body reached its peak, a strong current spreading from there. My hands gripped his broad chest tightly, my thighs clamped around his waist. Under his thrusts, I had another orgasm. Seeing that my reactions slowed down, and after a while, seeing my clamped thighs slowly loosen, he began to thrust vigorously again. I entered a state of ecstasy once more. After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly sat up, his hands gripping my breasts. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, his movements more intense. I could clearly feel his glans hardening and swelling, the pleasure of my vagina being stretched full building. My legs involuntarily clamped around his waist again, and I used all my strength to lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his penis plunging all the way in, the large glans pressing against my cervix, convulsing violently. I felt my vagina contracting, a powerful electric current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but groan loudly, completely disregarding whether it would disturb my husband. With his ejaculation, I also experienced another orgasm, feeling as if I were soaring to the heavens, forgetting everything else in the world. The handsome young man lay on top of me, panting for a while, before kissing my lips and cheeks. He massaged my body with his hands, as gently as a lover. After a while, he pulled his limp penis out of me, and I immediately felt empty in my lower body. He got up, dressed, tidied himself up, and then took a hot towel to gently wipe my body, which felt very comfortable.As he came up, the last vestige of my sanity made me turn my head away and try to push him off by bracing myself against his chest. Seeing me dodge his movements, his pace quickened, becoming swift and powerful, each thrust hitting my cervix. I felt suffocated. Then he turned my face towards him and kissed my lips. I was already delirious and powerless to resist. His tongue easily pried open my teeth, hooking my tongue around his. That tongue was agile and strong, and I couldn't help but extend my own to intertwine with his. If my husband were to wake up at this moment, he would see his usually dignified and virtuous wife naked, pinned down by a young, strong stranger, passionately kissing him, her lower body being thrust in and out by his penis. This scene was enough to make one's blood boil. My husband would go crazy if he saw this, but I didn't care. I forgot about my husband's existence, forgot about the constraints of moral taboos. I only wanted to merge with the young, energetic male body pressing down on me. My lower body became increasingly wet, soaking the sheets. His penis moved in and out rapidly, making squelching sounds. I kissed him passionately while letting out muffled moans. Soon, the pleasure in my lower body reached its peak, a strong current spreading from there. My hands gripped his broad chest tightly, my thighs clamped around his waist. Under his thrusts, I had another orgasm. Seeing that my reactions slowed down, and after a while, seeing my clamped thighs slowly loosen, he began to thrust vigorously again. I entered a state of ecstasy once more. After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly sat up, his hands gripping my breasts. His breathing grew increasingly rapid, his movements more intense. I could clearly feel his glans hardening and swelling, the pleasure of my vagina being stretched full building. My legs involuntarily clamped around his waist again, and I used all my strength to lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his penis plunging all the way in, the large glans pressing against my cervix, convulsing violently. I felt my vagina contracting, a powerful electric current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but groan loudly, completely disregarding whether it would disturb my husband. With his ejaculation, I also experienced another orgasm, feeling as if I were soaring to the heavens, forgetting everything else in the world. The handsome young man lay on top of me, panting for a while, before kissing my lips and cheeks. He massaged my body with his hands, as gently as a lover. After a while, he pulled his limp penis out of me, and I immediately felt empty in my lower body. He got up, dressed, tidied himself up, and then took a hot towel to gently wipe my body, which felt very comfortable.
After a long while, the pleasure slowly faded, and I began to regain my senses. After the series of orgasms, I felt completely exhausted. I turned to look at my husband; thankfully, he was still asleep, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the scandalous things his beloved wife had just done beside him. Looking at him, I was overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt. I began to feel resentment towards the young man. This guy had a handsome face, but a belly full of bad intentions. He lied from the beginning, saying it was a legitimate service, getting me to agree to a full-body oil massage, then slowly seducing and teasing me, leading me step by step down my moral boundaries and into the abyss of desire. Finally, despite my objections, he forced himself on me from behind, facing my husband, and even forced me to kiss him passionately. Although all of this brought me immense stimulation and pleasure, after the passion subsided and I calmed down, I felt unforgivable. At the same time, I blamed my girlfriends. If they hadn't shared that erotic novel about a heterosexual spa in our WeChat group, igniting my lust, I wouldn't have had these inner suggestions, half-heartedly resisting the handsome guy's advances from the beginning, leading to complete self-indulgence and an uncontrollable urge. Finally, I hated myself, hated my weakness. I'm a respectable woman, I love my husband so much, I never thought of betraying him, but today, having sex with a strange man in front of him—how could I live if word got out? How could I face my husband afterward? What terrified me even more was that this scenario, which I thought only existed in porn, happened to me, and I didn't feel any resistance; instead, I was excited and had multiple orgasms. Even though I was forcibly penetrated, which is legally rape, I was still conquered and even experienced a sense of liberation and release. Was I just a slut...? Overwhelmed with emotions—regret, fear, self-blame, and grief—coupled with the emptiness and exhaustion after my climax, I suddenly couldn't help but start sobbing softly.
The handsome young man finished wiping me down, saw I was crying, and came over to kiss my forehead. Then, he licked away my tears with his warm tongue, like comforting a lover. I initially wanted to pull away, but I was touched by his tender gesture, and I felt a little more forgiving. Finally, he brought a large towel and covered me, saying, "Baby, I'm leaving. Here's my phone number. Contact me if you need a massage." He left a note on the bed, smiled at me, and then left.
I breathed a sigh of relief after he left. After a while, my emotions calmed down, so I got up to shower, wanting to wash away all the filth on my body. As I got up, I saw the note he had left. I hesitated for a moment, then threw it in the trash. After showering, my mood improved considerably. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed my complexion was rosy. Was this due to the nourishment of a young man's body...? The thought of our encounter earlier stirred a flutter in my heart again. I quickly dismissed the thought, tidied my appearance, and made sure my face looked as if nothing had happened before quietly waking my husband. He got up sleepily, completely unaware of what had occurred. Feeling guilty, I dragged him to pay the bill, avoiding eye contact with anyone, afraid the waiters would expose me.
That night at the hotel, I held my husband as we slept, overwhelmed with guilt. I held him tightly, and he slept soundly, but my emotions were complicated. Recalling those stimulating scenes, I felt wet again, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time...

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