married women in spas

Reading the forum posts from other women about their experiences at spas with men reminded me of a personal experience I had years ago. That experience was unforgettable, and it still stirs my emotions every time I think about it. Today, I've decided to organize my memories and share that special experience with everyone…
One time, my husband and I went on a trip. After a long day of playing, my whole body ached, and I had some Hakka rice wine for dinner, making me a little tipsy. When we got back to the hotel, we saw a spa downstairs, so I dragged my husband in for a relaxing spa treatment. He was already quite tired, but he couldn't resist and went with me. Since he had just had gua sha the day before, he only got a foot massage. I was thinking of getting a full-body meridian massage, which I often do and always find very relaxing. After deciding on the services, we ordered two massages. The staff arranged a room with a massage bed and chair. Once inside, we both changed into loose massage clothes. Because we were getting an oil massage, I took off my bra and changed into disposable paper underwear, leaving us practically naked. Since it was a massage, I wasn't embarrassed at all. The two of us were lying on massage chairs watching TV in the room. I jokingly asked my husband, "Do you always get male masseuses for foot massages?" He replied, "Male masseuses are so awkward, it's not like they're massaging other parts of the body." I smiled and didn't reply, thinking about how hard he'd worked these past few days, and decided not to hold it against him.
After a while, someone knocked on the door, and a male masseur came in carrying a wooden bucket. He was short, fat, and old. He bowed to us and asked who wanted a foot massage. I secretly chuckled and pointed at my husband, saying he wanted a foot massage. My husband frowned but didn't say anything in front of me. The fat masseur went over and started massaging his feet. I thought to myself, "This guy dares to complain!" My husband started massaging the soles of his feet, and I continued watching TV and waiting. My husband used to scream like a pig being slaughtered when he got a foot massage, but this time, probably because of the alcohol, he lay there with his eyes closed, completely still, letting the masseur massage him.
After a while, someone knocked on the door again, and a waiter came in, saying, "Sorry, beautiful lady, we've kept you waiting. Our masseur is extending his time, so you'll have to wait another hour." "Would it be alright if we arranged a male masseur for you?" I asked. "Are there any other masseuses available?" the waiter replied. "No, all the others are busy. This male masseur is our top performer; his massage skills are excellent. Many female customers come specifically for him. You can try him; if you're not satisfied, it's free." Hearing "top performer" and "free," I was tempted. My husband muttered, "I don't want a male masseur. You're introducing a male masseur to my wife right here? Even if it's free." Hearing this, the waiter and the chubby masseur laughed. I'd had male masseuses before, but I felt uncomfortable in front of my husband. Not wanting to wait for nothing, I asked, a little angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier? It's a waste of time." The waiter apologized profusely and finally said, "How about we arrange for our top male masseur to give you a foot massage first? You can have another massage after the other masseuses finish their shifts. The foot massage is free." I thought it was fine; a foot massage wouldn't hurt, and it was free, so I agreed. Then my husband said, "Why don't you switch with the male masseuse?" I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Now you're worried your wife is being taken advantage of? Why didn't you choose a male masseuse earlier? Now you're trying to steal the top spot! I won't switch." At this point, the chubby masseuse and the waitress laughed again. The chubby waitress added insult to injury, saying she only knew how to massage feet. My husband, realizing he was in the wrong, fell silent. The waitress said, "Okay, beautiful lady, I'll arrange something for you," and then left. My husband suddenly added, "Put your underwear on. I'm too lazy to move." I grabbed a large towel and covered myself, saying I still had a massage coming up and was too lazy to change. My husband didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and continued enjoying his foot massage. About five
minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by a male voice saying, "Hello, technician." I replied, "Come in." The door opened, and a tall, handsome young man, who looked to be over 1.8 meters tall, walked in. He was well-built and surprisingly good-looking, with a buzz cut and a clean-cut appearance. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of excitement. I hadn't expected to be served by such a handsome young man. He smiled and said, "Hello, beautiful, I'm technician number 88. It's a pleasure to serve you." I pretended to be calm and hummed in response, feeling a slight smile creep onto my face. I immediately turned to look at my husband, afraid he would notice my expression. But he was fast asleep, eyes closed, snoring softly. I immediately felt much more at ease.
The young man set out his tools and poured hot water for me to soak my feet. His hands were large, and when he held my feet, I suddenly felt a strange sensation, a little shy. I had tried male technicians for foot massages before, but none had felt as special as this one. Perhaps it was the youthful energy of this young man that set him apart. The handsome young man bent down to massage my feet. I pretended to look at my phone while secretly glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. The more I looked, the more handsome he seemed. I couldn't resist taking a picture of him with my phone and posting it to my girlfriends' WeChat group. My girlfriends immediately went wild. A group of women in their thirties and forties started swooning, sending all sorts of drooling and nosebleed emojis, shouting, "Where is this? Quickly ask for his WeChat!" I said, "He's the top masseur at the massage parlor." My girlfriends then yelled, "Then why are you even getting a foot massage? Hurry up and strip naked so he can massage you!" I replied, "How could a decent woman like me know a bunch of shady women like you?" Then a link was sent to the group chat, titled "A Personal Account of a Bali Heterosexual Spa Massage Experience." Curious, I clicked on it. The article described the woman's experience of getting a heterosexual spa in Bali. The beginning was normal, but it became increasingly explicit, with the male masseur making various sexual advances towards her. It made me blush. I've read plenty of erotic novels and am considered a "veteran" in my own right, but today, in front of my husband, scantily clad, having my feet massaged by a handsome young stranger while reading erotica, I felt like a thief, incredibly uneasy. Turning my head, I saw my husband snoring away, and I couldn't help but continue reading with a mix of tension and excitement. The account was incredibly realistic; later, the male masseur even started having sex with the woman, who ultimately experienced multiple orgasms and felt ecstatic. The explicit and realistic descriptions made me feel hot all over, as if I were there myself. A warm current surged through my lower body. After reading it, I felt secretly ashamed and instinctively squeezed my legs together. The young man noticed and looked up, asking, "Does it hurt?" I blushed and shook my head. He added, "Tell me if you don't feel the right pressure anywhere." He smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. Oh my god, I was smitten again! If he were ten years younger, I'd be completely smitten. The handsome young man then said, "Sis, your feet are so beautiful." Still recovering from the excitement of reading those erotic stories, the compliment made my face flush again. I replied shyly, "Really?" He said, "Yes, they're so white and beautiful, truly delicate feet." This slightly provocative compliment made me even more shy and excited. My feet are indeed naturally beautiful. When my husband and I are intimate, he holds my feet and licks every toe with his tongue. Thinking about this, as I watched the handsome young man massaging my feet, I couldn't help but fantasize about him lowering his head to lick my feet, then slowly kissing his way up to me. As I thought about it, a wave of heat washed over me. I felt my disposable paper underwear was soaked through, so I quickly squeezed my legs together, afraid the handsome young man would notice. I felt incredibly ashamed. I tried to distract myself by scrolling through my phone, but I couldn't help stealing glances at him, my mind continuing to wander. I used to occasionally fantasize about being pinned down by my favorite male celebrities, but those private fantasies were nothing compared to this. Now, fantasizing about being teased and flirted with by this handsome young man in front of my husband felt like the first time I secretly watched porn in my dorm room—nervous, scared, yet incredibly exciting. I kept glancing at my husband; he was fast asleep. I felt so ashamed. My husband and I are very loving, and I never thought I would betray him. But now, I was emotionally cheating on him right in front of him, and I couldn't resist. I felt deeply guilty, wondering if I was a promiscuous woman. But at the same time, I tried to justify myself, telling myself it was because I'd had a few drinks and read that erotic novel, and that it was just a thought, not a crime to fantasize.
Just as I was thinking about all these random things, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sole of my foot, making me cry out. The handsome young man said, "Is it painful here?" I nodded, and he continued, "This acupoint is connected to the mammary glands. If it's painful, it means your mammary glands are blocked." I was a little embarrassed when a young, handsome man talked about my breasts like that. I told him I had mastitis after giving birth, and he said that after mastitis, you need to massage your breasts regularly to prevent breast cancer. I blushed again when he mentioned breast massage, but the young man wasn't shy at all and started chatting with me about various health and wellness issues. At this point, the chubby masseuse who was massaging my husband's feet started interrupting. I was having a good conversation with the young man, but she had to keep interrupting, ruining my mood. She was very annoying, and her voice was loud. I was afraid she would wake my husband; if he woke up and saw a handsome young man in front of me, he would definitely be jealous. I started thinking about whether I should send her away. Then the young man started massaging my calves, asking if they were also sore. I said yes, and asked why they were so sore. He said that these are the meridians that run from the soles of the feet to the breasts, and pain means they are blocked. He suggested I get a full-body massage to unblock the meridians. I said your session wasn't over yet. The young man smiled and said, "I can serve you too." The chubby masseur next to me chimed in, saying that their masseur number 88 had excellent service, and many female customers came specifically for him. If I were alone, I probably would have asked him to give me a massage, but my husband was right there, and I couldn't feel comfortable giving a massage to a man while my back was bare in front of him. So I replied, "Let's wait a bit." The young man chuckled again. My intention was to wait until after his shift ended before getting the massage, but I felt I had spoken vaguely, and he might have thought I agreed to let him massage me. I realized this was inappropriate and worried he might misunderstand, so I wanted to explain, but I held back. Deep down, I hoped the young man would misunderstand my true meaning. The young man massaged my calves, which felt tingly and numb, and he complimented my calves, making me very happy. But the chubby masseur was a real eyesore, constantly interrupting. Finally, I couldn't help but tell her, "My husband is asleep, you don't need to massage him." As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I wondered if they would think I was creating an opportunity for myself to be alone with the handsome young man. The chubby masseur, hearing my comment, tidied up and left, leaving only the three of us in the room. I felt a little awkward. The young man pressed on my calf, asking if it hurt. As he spoke, his hand moved to my thigh, making me shudder. I thought to myself, "This guy is so naughty! He's so bold now that I've sent the chubby masseur away!" But seeing his focused massage, and how comfortable it really felt, I felt a little itchy and didn't want to stop him. After a while, he said, "Sister, let me give you a massage. It'll feel good if I unblock your meridians." I had been waiting for him to say that, but I replied, "Isn't that inconvenient? My husband is right here." The young man said, "Don't worry, we're a very professional massage therapist. Many men bring their partners to our male masseuses for massages." Hearing him say that, I was torn by an internal struggle. I glanced at my sleeping husband and wanted to refuse, but in the end I said, "Okay, then." My face flushed red as I finished speaking, and I didn't dare look the handsome young man in the eye. He said, "Then please lie down on the massage bed." I sat up from the massage chair, clutched the towel to my chest, and walked over to the massage bed next to me, lying down. This way, I was a little further away from my husband, separated by the massage chair. I was very nervous. Although I knew my husband was a very sound sleeper and that most people couldn't wake him, I wondered if he would be furious if he woke up and found a handsome young man giving me a massage. Just as I was thinking this, the young man finished getting ready and came over. I whispered, "Turn the lights down a bit." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I felt like I was hinting at something to him again. The young man dimmed the lights and then came over, leaning against me to give me a massage. I could feel the aura of a young, masculine man emanating from him, and my bra tightened again. The young man started massaging my shoulders. I heard him softly say, "Relax," and I finally relaxed my tense body. The young man was indeed a top performer; his strength was just right, and his acupressure points were very accurate. It felt incredibly comfortable. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy it, feeling much more relaxed. He massaged my body from my shoulders down my back, making sure every point was precise. Slowly, his hand moved to my buttocks, and I tensed up again. His large hand covered my buttocks, kneading and rubbing. Then his hand moved down, starting from the outside of my thighs, pushing back and forth, slowly moving inwards. After a while, I felt his hand on the inner side, and I started to tense up again (Jiaren WeChat Official Account: jiarenorg). I was afraid he would discover my soaked underwear. His hand slowly moved to the inside of my thighs, pushing against my knees, all the way to the groin. I held my breath, feeling every hair on my body stand on end. He continued pushing slowly back and forth, and each time he almost reached the groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand began to tremble at the groin. I felt a jolt, like an electric shock. After a while, I started sweating. He then used his fingertips to tease and stroke my inner thighs, making my legs feel itchy, both comfortable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my genitals through my pants. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, and instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed back and forth along the inside of my thighs, slowly spreading my legs a little wider. His hands continued to roam along my inner thighs, occasionally rubbing my genitals with his fingers, making me incredibly itchy. Each rub made my body tremble. If the first touch was unintentional, this rubbing was definitely deliberate. I thought to myself, "Isn't this supposed to be proper? Why is he being so handsy?" I wanted to stop him, but I also longed for the feeling of being rubbed. Perhaps because I didn't object, he rubbed even more... The more frequently he touched me, the more comfortable I felt. Suddenly, two of his fingers pressed directly against my genitals. I felt a little suffocated. Although deep down I was looking forward to him touching me down there, I was also terrified when he actually did it. I thought to myself, how dare this guy touch my genitals in front of my husband? If I don't stop him, he might do something even more outrageous. However, the intense stimulation made me hesitate. Just as I was wavering, he started massaging my genitals through my pants with his thumb. Slowly, gently, it felt so good. I felt myself getting wet again, and my defenses gradually crumbled. I became increasingly weak and unable to stop him. After a while, he suddenly let go and pressed on my calves. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a sense of emptiness. After a while, he spoke, "Sis, take off your clothes, I'll give you a back massage." Hearing about taking off my clothes made me nervous again. I sat up, my hands still frozen. The young man, seeing my embarrassment, turned away. I glanced at my husband; he was fast asleep. I struggled internally, but finally couldn't resist taking off my shirt. Then, bare-backed, I lay face down on the massage bed, burying my head in my wrists, my heart pounding. I heard the sound of a bottle being opened behind me, and suddenly felt a slight coolness, like something dripping onto my back. He then began to stroke my back, applying essential oil. After a few repetitions, I felt his large hands massaging my back. My body is small, so his hands completely covered my back. It felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down, and after a while, he started massaging my shoulders. He said the trapezius muscles are the most strained muscles, so he massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all that, my shoulders felt much lighter. Then he started pushing along both sides of my spine, then moved to my waist, which felt really good. Next, he began making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders down to my waist, then up to my armpits. I felt his fingertips brushing against the edge of my breasts. He kept circling like this, and with each circle, his hand moved a little lower down my body. I started to tense up, feeling like his hand was about to touch my nipples. I suddenly remembered the classic scene in the movie *Jan Dara*, where Christy Chung's character, a stepmother, has her bare back massaged by her stepson. His hands slid under her armpits, and finally, he couldn't resist grabbing her breast. Their lust was about to ignite, and they began their incestuous affair without restraint. Thinking of this erotic image, I became very nervous again. What if he grabbed my breast? Just then, his hand left my armpits and started pushing my waist. I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed. After a while, the handsome young man spoke again, "Please lie down, I'll massage your chest and unclog your milk ducts." Hearing this, my heart pounded wildly. It was finally here. I thought, "It's too late to refuse now." I could only pray my husband wouldn't wake up. With a determined heart, I rolled over, but still covered my chest with my hands, my eyes tightly closed, afraid to look at him. I only heard the young man gently say, "Relax." Then he gently removed my hands, my upper body completely exposed before him. I was incredibly nervous. He put some essential oil on my breasts and began massaging it in circles around my nipples. My breasts weren't very large, but they were quite firm. I...My husband usually loves to touch my breasts. He started talking, saying my breasts are beautiful and perfect, and that massaging them with oil can improve many breast problems, such as sagging, outward expansion, and even the color of the areola. However, he said I don't seem to need those. I couldn't help but laugh. He then diligently gave me a full breast massage, lifting my breasts and so on. But he wouldn't touch my nipples. I was puzzled; my nipples are very sensitive, and I really enjoy the feeling of them being touched, but he wouldn't. He added that even if my breasts don't have any problems now, I should still take care of them, and that I can buy essential oils and massage them at home regularly. A woman's most beautiful feature is her breasts, and he even taught me some massage techniques, which made me very happy. After massaging for a while, he casually touched my nipple, and I felt goosebumps rise all over my breasts. A little while later, he suddenly covered my breasts with both large hands and massaged them in circles. His warm palms rubbed against my nipples, and the feeling was so good that I almost cried out. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good. Soon, I felt my nipples harden. Suddenly, his hands slid down and began circling my lower abdomen. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when his hands started kneading my lower abdomen again. I felt his hands brush against my pubic hair, and I started to tense up again. Then I heard him say, "I'll massage your lymph nodes to detoxify you." Then his hands slid inside my pants, and a wave of goosebumps rose from my genitals. He slowly massaged my groin area, a very sensitive spot. I felt his hands intentionally or unintentionally touching my labia. Before, it was through my pants, but now it was through my thin paper underwear. My whole body was trembling, unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Suddenly, he applied a little more pressure, and a sharp pain made me cry out. The young man said, "Your area is quite congested; you'll have to take your pants off to massage it properly." I didn't make a sound or dare to move. He reached out to help me take off my pants. My mind resisted, but my body obediently lifted my buttocks slightly to cooperate. He skillfully pulled my pants down, leaving me only with a paper panty, which was already soaked and practically useless. I was now almost completely naked in front of him. I thought the consequences would be unimaginable if my husband woke up, but I felt there was no turning back. I could only close my eyes tightly and squeeze my thighs together. The handsome young man gently stroked my thighs, telling me to relax, and then spread my legs apart. My paper panty was so wet it had become transparent, and my genitals were basically exposed to him. I felt both ashamed and excited, my body trembling. He started pushing against my groin again, his thumb rubbing against my vulva as he pushed back up. I knew he was doing it on purpose, but I didn't resist at all because it felt so good. After a while, his hand suddenly slipped inside my underwear and began rubbing the pubic hair above my vulva. I didn't dare breathe, letting him do as he pleased, my heart conflicted, anticipating his next move. Perhaps seeing that I didn't resist, his fingers soon covered my labia. Although I had expected it, I was still startled. My last shred of reason made me open my eyes, blushing, and say, "Don't touch there." The handsome young man said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you with ovarian maintenance." Looking at his handsome face, I couldn't resist. Even though my husband was sleeping nearby, lust had already clouded my judgment. I closed my eyes again, gripping the sheets with both hands. At this moment, the handsome young man began to gently rub my labia. Slowly, he used one finger to separate my labia, placing the entire finger on my vaginal opening, and then stopped. I suddenly felt a little anxious, wanting him to move faster. After a while, he slowly started rubbing up and down again, occasionally brushing against my clitoris, stimulating my lower body to spasm. Perhaps because of the underwear, his movements were very gentle. I so wished he could take me to the peak faster. I slightly raised my buttocks again. He seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "Take off your underwear too." Before I could react, he pulled down his paper panties, completely exposing my genitals to him. I couldn't be shy anymore. He then started rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, sending jolts through me. I felt like I was about to climax, so I bit my finger. Seeing my reaction, the young man sped up, and soon a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. My body trembled, my mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I was plunged into an unprecedented orgasm. I often masturbated before, and my husband would help me reach orgasm by touching my clitoris, but this time it came quickly and felt incredibly good. Being touched by a strange young man in front of my husband… The thrill of a handsome guy touching my clitoris was a kind of morally taboo-breaking stimulation, and the pleasure it brought was unparalleled. Seeing that I had already orgasmed, the young man stopped massaging my clitoris and gently caressed my body with his hand. This post-orgasmic caress felt very comfortable. I couldn't help but open my eyes to look at him, and accidentally glanced at his crotch. There was a small tent there, and it looked quite large. My gaze was drawn to it, and I was too embarrassed to look away. I moved my gaze upwards, and unexpectedly, our eyes met again. He had noticed me looking at his genitals and smiled at me. My face flushed red, and I quickly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer. (To be continued...)He massaged me for a while, then casually touched my nipple. I felt goosebumps rise all over my breasts. After a while, he suddenly covered my breasts with both large hands, rubbing them in circles. His warm palms rubbed against my nipples, and the feeling was so good I almost cried out. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good. Soon, I felt my nipples harden. Suddenly, his hands slid down and began circling my lower abdomen. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when his hands started kneading my lower abdomen again. I felt his hands brush against my pubic hair, and I started to tense up again. Then I heard him say, "I'll massage your lymph nodes to detoxify you." Then his hands slid inside my pants, and a wave of goosebumps rose from my genitals. He slowly massaged my groin area, a very sensitive spot. I felt his hands intentionally or unintentionally touching my labia. Before, it was through my pants, but now it was through my thin paper underwear. My whole body was trembling, unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Suddenly, he applied a little more pressure, and a sharp pain made me cry out. The young man said, "Your area is quite congested; you'll have to take your pants off to massage it properly." I didn't make a sound or dare to move. He reached out to help me take off my pants. My mind resisted, but my body obediently lifted my buttocks slightly to cooperate. He skillfully pulled my pants down, leaving me only with a paper panty, which was already soaked and practically useless. I was now almost completely naked in front of him. I thought the consequences would be unimaginable if my husband woke up, but I felt there was no turning back. I could only close my eyes tightly and squeeze my thighs together. The handsome young man gently stroked my thighs, telling me to relax, and then spread my legs apart. My paper panty was so wet it had become transparent, and my genitals were basically exposed to him. I felt both ashamed and excited, my body trembling. He started pushing against my groin again, his thumb rubbing against my vulva as he pushed back up. I knew he was doing it on purpose, but I didn't resist at all because it felt so good. After a while, his hand suddenly slipped inside my underwear and began rubbing the pubic hair above my vulva. I didn't dare breathe, letting him do as he pleased, my heart conflicted, anticipating his next move. Perhaps seeing that I didn't resist, his fingers soon covered my labia. Although I had expected it, I was still startled. My last shred of reason made me open my eyes, blushing, and say, "Don't touch there." The handsome young man said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you with ovarian maintenance." Looking at his handsome face, I couldn't resist. Even though my husband was sleeping nearby, lust had already clouded my judgment. I closed my eyes again, gripping the sheets with both hands. At this moment, the handsome young man began to gently rub my labia. Slowly, he used one finger to separate my labia, placing the entire finger on my vaginal opening, and then stopped. I suddenly felt a little anxious, wanting him to move faster. After a while, he slowly started rubbing up and down again, occasionally brushing against my clitoris, stimulating my lower body to spasm. Perhaps because of the underwear, his movements were very gentle. I so wished he could take me to the peak faster. I slightly raised my buttocks again. He seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "Take off your underwear too." Before I could react, he pulled down his paper panties, completely exposing my genitals to him. I couldn't be shy anymore. He then started rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, sending jolts through me. I felt like I was about to climax, so I bit my finger. Seeing my reaction, the young man sped up, and soon a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. My body trembled, my mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I was plunged into an unprecedented orgasm. I often masturbated before, and my husband would help me reach orgasm by touching my clitoris, but this time it came quickly and felt incredibly good. Being touched by a strange young man in front of my husband… The thrill of a handsome guy touching my clitoris was a kind of morally taboo-breaking stimulation, and the pleasure it brought was unparalleled. Seeing that I had already orgasmed, the young man stopped massaging my clitoris and gently caressed my body with his hand. This post-orgasmic caress felt very comfortable. I couldn't help but open my eyes to look at him, and accidentally glanced at his crotch. There was a small tent there, and it looked quite large. My gaze was drawn to it, and I was too embarrassed to look away. I moved my gaze upwards, and unexpectedly, our eyes met again. He had noticed me looking at his genitals and smiled at me. My face flushed red, and I quickly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer. (To be continued...)He massaged me for a while, then casually touched my nipple. I felt goosebumps rise all over my breasts. After a while, he suddenly covered my breasts with both large hands, rubbing them in circles. His warm palms rubbed against my nipples, and the feeling was so good I almost cried out. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good. Soon, I felt my nipples harden. Suddenly, his hands slid down and began circling my lower abdomen. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when his hands started kneading my lower abdomen again. I felt his hands brush against my pubic hair, and I started to tense up again. Then I heard him say, "I'll massage your lymph nodes to detoxify you." Then his hands slid inside my pants, and a wave of goosebumps rose from my genitals. He slowly massaged my groin area, a very sensitive spot. I felt his hands intentionally or unintentionally touching my labia. Before, it was through my pants, but now it was through my thin paper underwear. My whole body was trembling, unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Suddenly, he applied a little more pressure, and a sharp pain made me cry out. The young man said, "Your area is quite congested; you'll have to take your pants off to massage it properly." I didn't make a sound or dare to move. He reached out to help me take off my pants. My mind resisted, but my body obediently lifted my buttocks slightly to cooperate. He skillfully pulled my pants down, leaving me only with a paper panty, which was already soaked and practically useless. I was now almost completely naked in front of him. I thought the consequences would be unimaginable if my husband woke up, but I felt there was no turning back. I could only close my eyes tightly and squeeze my thighs together. The handsome young man gently stroked my thighs, telling me to relax, and then spread my legs apart. My paper panty was so wet it had become transparent, and my genitals were basically exposed to him. I felt both ashamed and excited, my body trembling. He started pushing against my groin again, his thumb rubbing against my vulva as he pushed back up. I knew he was doing it on purpose, but I didn't resist at all because it felt so good. After a while, his hand suddenly slipped inside my underwear and began rubbing the pubic hair above my vulva. I didn't dare breathe, letting him do as he pleased, my heart conflicted, anticipating his next move. Perhaps seeing that I didn't resist, his fingers soon covered my labia. Although I had expected it, I was still startled. My last shred of reason made me open my eyes, blushing, and say, "Don't touch there." The handsome young man said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you with ovarian maintenance." Looking at his handsome face, I couldn't resist. Even though my husband was sleeping nearby, lust had already clouded my judgment. I closed my eyes again, gripping the sheets with both hands. At this moment, the handsome young man began to gently rub my labia. Slowly, he used one finger to separate my labia, placing the entire finger on my vaginal opening, and then stopped. I suddenly felt a little anxious, wanting him to move faster. After a while, he slowly started rubbing up and down again, occasionally brushing against my clitoris, stimulating my lower body to spasm. Perhaps because of the underwear, his movements were very gentle. I so wished he could take me to the peak faster. I slightly raised my buttocks again. He seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "Take off your underwear too." Before I could react, he pulled down his paper panties, completely exposing my genitals to him. I couldn't be shy anymore. He then started rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, sending jolts through me. I felt like I was about to climax, so I bit my finger. Seeing my reaction, the young man sped up, and soon a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. My body trembled, my mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I was plunged into an unprecedented orgasm. I often masturbated before, and my husband would help me reach orgasm by touching my clitoris, but this time it came quickly and felt incredibly good. Being touched by a strange young man in front of my husband… The thrill of a handsome guy touching my clitoris was a kind of morally taboo-breaking stimulation, and the pleasure it brought was unparalleled. Seeing that I had already orgasmed, the young man stopped massaging my clitoris and gently caressed my body with his hand. This post-orgasmic caress felt very comfortable. I couldn't help but open my eyes to look at him, and accidentally glanced at his crotch. There was a small tent there, and it looked quite large. My gaze was drawn to it, and I was too embarrassed to look away. I moved my gaze upwards, and unexpectedly, our eyes met again. He had noticed me looking at his genitals and smiled at me. My face flushed red, and I quickly closed my eyes, unable to look any longer. (To be continued...)

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