The first time I took my wife to a massage parlor to satisfy my own desires

My wife is a very traditional woman. She's never been with any other man besides me. Over the years of our marriage, I've developed a strong fascination with massages, and I even enjoy watching massage-themed porn. I don't know if it's because I've seen so many of these scenes, but I always have a kind of projective feeling. Every time we have sex, I fantasize about another man penetrating my wife, so I really want her to try being massaged by a man. Just thinking about it gives me a strong urge. I've been trying to persuade her to go out and have some fun, but I always get a scolding. However, I haven't given up. I've been thinking about how to get her involved. If she were to actually sleep with someone else, she wouldn't be able to accept it immediately. My wife isn't very interested in massages; she's as innocent as a blank sheet of paper and has no idea what I'm thinking.
One day, the opportunity came. After work, my wife and I went out for dinner. We had a great time chatting, something we hadn't done in a long time, so I could tell she was really in high spirits. After dinner, neither of us wanted to go home, so I suggested we find a place to sit, and she agreed. One of her close friends' husbands recently opened a bar, so we agreed to go and support him. We drove to the bar. Inside, I was slightly disappointed; it was ordinary and nothing special. But since we were already there, we sat down and ordered a few beers. After a while, it got boring, so I suggested we go somewhere quieter. We drove to a nearby jazz bar, owned by a foreigner. It had a unique vibe, with a Filipino band playing slow songs—the atmosphere was nice. We found a secluded spot, watched the show, and chatted aimlessly. Around midnight
, we were both a little tipsy and decided to leave. Once in the car, I asked my wife, "Where to?" She said, "Where to? It's so late, let's go home." I said, "I'm a little dizzy. How about we get a massage to sober up before we go? It's Saturday tomorrow anyway." My wife asked, "Where to?" I thought of a sauna that looked good, with a women's section. I figured I'd get her there first. I said, "Let's go to Dalang Taosha Bathhouse then. The masseuses there are quite skilled." Actually, I'd been wanting to take my wife to a bathhouse for a while to satisfy my desires. I felt that bathhouses might be more open than foot massage parlors, but I'd never had the chance. So we drove off, parked at Dalang Taosha, and went in together, each going to the separate men's and women's sections. I told my wife to meet me upstairs in a massage room after she finished showering. On a hot day like this, I wouldn't waste money just to take a bath. We quickly rinsed off at the bathhouse and went upstairs to the massage room. Looking at the services, the best one was an aromatherapy back massage. It seemed this bathhouse was quite reputable.
I told the manager that a woman was coming up later, and since she'd never been to a place like this before, I shouldn't make her too nervous. I asked him to arrange a clean-looking male masseur for my friend. The manager said, "Don't worry, we're very discreet here."
Fifteen minutes later, the waiter brought my wife up. She had changed into a sauna bathrobe, and the thought of her going braless made me excited; my penis slowly began to swell. I told my wife, "You can stay in the next room." She asked, "Aren't we in the same room?" I said, "Look, each room only has one bed. Why would we be in the same room? You go in first, I'll go ask them to arrange a masseuse." My wife went in, puzzled. I had no interest in the massage anymore. I told the manager to only arrange one masseuse for my wife. A moment later, the manager brought the masseuse into my wife's room. My wife asked in surprise, "Why is it a man?" The manager explained, "It's too late; all the women have left, so only male masseuses are available." I secretly admired the manager's shrewdness. I also said, "It's just a massage, what does it matter if it's a man or a woman? Can you choose your doctor at the hospital?" My wife reluctantly lay down, and we left the room.
Nowadays, saunas are prohibited from having completely enclosed doors due to police regulations. Therefore, they all have a small, magazine-sized transparent glass panel installed on the door. After we left, the masseur took a towel from inside and used it to block the glass. I immediately thought, "That won't do! I've come all this way for nothing!" I went to my private room, grabbed a towel, made a small hole in the middle of it, and then went to my wife's room. I called the masseur out and said, "Just give me the massage as you normally would. I'll give you a tip if I'm satisfied. Don't worry about any noise outside." Then I handed him the towel: "Use this towel to block the glass, and give me the other one." The masseur looked at me, confused, and took the towel.
I returned to my room, and the manager asked, "Sir, would you like a room arranged for you?" I replied, "No need, I'll rest for a bit. I'll pay the room fee as usual, just don't let anyone disturb us." The manager agreed, "Then please rest well, we won't disturb you."
After a few minutes, I made sure no one was outside, and my wife's massage in her private room had probably already started. I took a deep drag of my cigarette, walked out of the room, and went to the door next door. Peeking through a small hole I'd made in a towel, I could just see the massage bed and faintly hear my wife and the masseuse talking.
My wife was lying on the massage bed, her bathrobe top still on, though the masseuse had pulled it up to her neck. The masseuse was standing to the side of the bed, applying massage oil to my wife's back. The oil was quite cool, and when it dripped onto my wife's back, I could feel her body trembling. Then the masseuse said she needed to take off her bathrobe, otherwise it would be inconvenient. Immediately, the masseuse used a barely perceptible technique to untie my wife's bathrobe. My wife turned slightly to the side so the masseuse could pull the sleeves of the bathrobe off her body. In an instant, my wife was lying naked on the bed, exposed to the masseuse, and of course, me, peeking from the doorway. After applying the essential oil, the masseuse began massaging my wife's back with both hands, starting from the bottom up, along the spine. After about 5 minutes, the masseuse began massaging from the outside towards the spine. I could clearly feel my wife's exposed breasts deforming and being squeezed under the masseuse's hands and the weight of her own body. I couldn't help but feel excited, and my penis became noticeably erect. My wife's back began to shine and turn red because of the essential oil, and a little essential oil dripped down from the side of her breasts. The masseuse also wiped the essential oil off the side of my wife's breasts. Just as the masseuse's hands touched the side of my wife's breasts, I could clearly feel my wife's body twist slightly. It seemed she was aroused, and her buttocks also slightly lifted up. This is how she is when she is aroused.
After a while, the back massage was finished. The masseur gently pulled down my wife's massage shorts and began massaging her buttocks. As the shorts were pulled down, my wife's rounded arms were revealed to a strange man. I noticed that the masseur's shorts were also bulging, which excited me even more. I knew the real show was just beginning.
The masseur began applying essential oil to my wife's buttocks. Because it was her first time, she was nervous and her legs were tightly closed, and her buttocks were also very tense. However, as the masseur's hands gently massaged her fair buttocks, her muscles slowly began to relax, and her thighs were no longer tightly closed. The masseur's hands squeezed the muscles of my wife's buttocks outward from the groin. With the movement of his hands, the muscles of my wife's buttocks parted to the sides, revealing her anus. The muscles of her anus and buttocks became shiny and glossy under the effect of the essential oil. Suddenly, the masseur changed his technique, massaging the wife's anus along the cleft. By this time, the wife was completely overwhelmed; her buttocks involuntarily writhed with each touch. When her buttocks lifted, her genitals were faintly visible, glistening with a mixture of essential oil and vaginal secretions. The masseur became bolder, gently touching her genitals with his fingertips, initially just lightly touching them. The wife's buttocks arched even higher. He then placed four fingertips on her genitals, massaging in circular motions, while his thumb gently pressed against her anus. His other hand gently massaged her back. This masseur was truly skilled. The wife's legs had, at some point, fully opened. But the masseur wasn't in a hurry. After massaging my wife's genitals for a while, he removed his hands and began massaging her thighs, from the inner thighs to the calves, then to the soles of her feet, and finally to her toes. My wife had completely given up resisting, letting the masseur's hands roam over her body. Her legs were open, her face buried tightly in the pillow, her expression unreadable. About half an hour later, the masseur whispered something in my wife's ear. I saw my wife turn over, face up, her face flushed. Her bathrobe and shorts were off. I knew the masseur had started massaging her front. My wife lay on the bed...
The masseur gently applied essential oil to the wife's breasts. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples glistened alluringly under the oil. The masseur grasped one of her breasts and kneaded it, while the wife's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her face filled with ecstasy. Her legs were tightly pressed together, her genitals arched upwards, and a liquid, unknown, was visible on her sparse pubic hair. After a while, the masseur pinched the wife's nipple between his index and middle fingers and began to lift it. As he lifted her nipple with both hands, the wife finally couldn't help but moan, "Oh..." Her hands, without her noticing, were now gripping the masseur's thigh tightly with the other, one hand kneading her clitoris vigorously, while the other hand held onto the masseur's penis. Perhaps she still hadn't completely let go, as she didn't grasp the masseur's penis, which had already created a tent in his shorts.
Unbeknownst to my wife, one of the masseur's hands had left her breast and reached for her genitals. He gently took her hand from her clitoris and moved it to her own breast. Now, my wife was rubbing one breast in her own hand and the other in the masseur's hand, which was pinching her red nipple and lifting it upwards. Meanwhile, her genitals were already fully open. The masseur used the tips of his index and ring fingers to separate her labia, and then began to use his middle finger... He gently pressed on her clitoris, and my wife's breathing became rapid. Her hand, which had been on her breast, gripped it tightly, and her chin was raised sharply. I knew my wife was ready for action. Then, the technician inserted his middle finger deep into my wife's vagina, fingertip facing upwards. I knew he was searching for my wife's G-spot. My wife began to twist her arms vigorously, her lips and eyes tightly closed. The technician leaned close to my wife's ear and whispered something. My wife shook her head. The masseur twisted his arms even more violently, shifting his attention to my wife's genitals. He pinched her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing it. My wife's clitoris had turned bright red under the masseur's kneading, and her vagina was very wet, the red vaginal opening exposed. Her labia were wet with her own semen and essential oil. The masseur moved the hand that had been massaging my wife's breasts to her vaginal opening, pinching her clitoris with one hand and pinching her labia minora with the other, sometimes inserting two fingers deep into her vagina quickly. My wife's body swayed constantly, her hands kneading and rubbing her breasts hard, semen flowing from her vaginal opening, her body clenching tightly... Finally, with an involuntary cry from my wife, "Oh..." her body completely relaxed. As her body relaxed, the masseur's hands slowly slowed down, gradually leaving her genitals and beginning to gently caress my wife's breasts. My wife began to calm down slowly.
The masseur took a thermos from under the cabinet in the room, poured out some hot water, took a towel, wet it, and began to apply the essential oil to my wife's body. Finally, he folded the hot towel into a small square and placed it on my wife's genitals. After a while, he washed the towel and began to wipe my wife's labia minora, vaginal opening, and groin. As he wiped with the hot towel, I noticed my wife was starting to react again, but she silently picked up her bathrobe and quietly put it on. The masseur also came out with a basin to pour out the water. I quickly retreated to the room, trembling as I lit a cigarette, only to realize that my legs were already numb.
About five minutes later, my wife came to my door. Seeing me smoking, she asked, "Are you done?" I said, "I didn't have a massage. I was watching the Premier League. Are you done? Let's go." In the car, we didn't speak, remaining silent the whole way. When we got home, we showered and went to bed. I moved my wife's body around, and she suddenly hugged me excitedly, saying, "I want to do it."
Our passion began, but I never asked her about what happened in the room, and she didn't mention it either. However, as I penetrated her, all I could think about was the masseur's hands moving in and out of her vagina—that state of excitement is something I'll never forget…
(The above article is a reprint.)
Many men want to have threesomes or couples engage in casual sex with their wives, but their wives haven't agreed yet. Actually, getting your wife to agree isn't difficult. You can start by arranging for a male masseur to come to your home for a legitimate massage to gradually guide her. I feel this is the most natural way to guide your wife to participate in threesomes.

We are a real couple. I initially guided my wife into threesomes by arranging for male masseuses to come to our home for regular massages. On the fourth massage, we ended up having a threesome. I filmed each massage session. If you're interested in these videos, add me as a friend and I'll share several short videos for free. Each one is real, not downloaded from the internet, and unique in the world (v: zjs20120215).
The photos in my album are all taken by real masseuses giving my wife massages; they are genuine.

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