Heterosexual spa

Let me introduce my wife! My wife is 33 years old, 167 cm tall, and weighs 106 kg. She's a beauty, and although she's had a child, she's recovered remarkably well. She had abdominal skin tightening surgery, and now you can hardly see any stretch marks.

She also does yoga and accompanies me to the gym for runs, so her body is quite firm. Although her breasts have sagged a little, it's not noticeable at all (after all, she's had a child). My

wife attracts a lot of attention when she walks down the street. Every time I see other men looking at my wife, I get incredibly excited, but it's not the kind of excitement you get from being envied; it's a strange kind of excitement.

I also often fantasize about my wife having sex with other men, imagining the look of enjoyment on her face when she orgasms. I think about turning her into a cuckold, and that gets me really excited.

I've tried, but it's been very unsuccessful. Every time I try to "work" on my wife, she either calls me a pervert or says I'm crazy. So I consulted many netizens, but none of their methods were satisfactory. They all told me to take it slow, to try different environments for sex, etc., but none of them worked.

My wife isn't exactly conservative; she wears sexy lingerie, sometimes uses a dildo for masturbation, and we've had sex in the wild and in cars. In the summer, we often do it naked at home with the curtains open (probably because our apartment is on a high floor and there aren't any tall buildings opposite).

I was about to give up when, one time, I took clients to the Maldives, and my wife wore a very sexy bikini, almost completely covering her private parts.

Later, during an oil massage, we even had a male masseur. Although it wasn't very explicit, at least my wife accepted it.

I thought, "There's hope!" Back in China, I tried it again, but I got scolded again and didn't speak to her for days.

Then I read an article online about a very conservative woman who went to Saipan and had a male masseur for a spa treatment, and even received penetration, and seemed to enjoy it.

I thought, "Yes, I'll try that too."

So I consulted a travel agency, specifically about SPA services. I went to several agencies, but the information was all pretty much the same – just regular SPAs.

I searched online, but couldn't find anything helpful. I checked Weibo, looking at reviews from people who had been there. After searching extensively, I found someone who seemed to know, so I tagged her. She replied quickly, and we became friends. She was very helpful and gave detailed information about SPAs, prices, and services.

With the information, I acted quickly, immediately calling my wife to ask if we wanted to go to Saipan for vacation. She immediately agreed (after all, everyone agrees to a trip).

The next morning, I submitted my passport for the visa application. I was quite excited while waiting for the visa.

After receiving the visa, I immediately booked our flights and set off. We were traveling independently, and my English was decent enough for basic conversations. We stayed in Saipan for a week before returning home.

On the fourth day, at my urging, my wife got a full-body aromatherapy spa treatment with a white masseuse, which I recorded entirely with a DV camera.

When we got back, she insisted I delete the video, so I had to. But I'm not stupid; I knew she'd do this, and I'd made a backup beforehand. Every time I see that video, I get incredibly excited, so excited my penis leaks fluid.

Below, I'll share this exciting video with you in words. Because there are so many details, it might be a bit long in words, so please bear with me.

In mid-July last year, my wife and I flew to Saipan. After arriving in Saipan, we checked into the hotel recommended by that Weibo influencer. The environment was quite nice and comfortable, facing the sea, and my wife was very satisfied. We hired

a local guide, and for the first three days, we sunbathed, went scuba diving, went jet skiing, visited nearby Managaha Island and Bird Island, and enjoyed the local Saipan cuisine. (Personally, I think it's better than the Maldives; the Maldives is too monotonous.) On the morning of the fourth day, I slept in late. After having lunch, my wife was sunbathing by the hotel pool.

I got her a glass of orange juice, sat down next to her, and asked, "Would you like to get an aromatherapy spa?" She said, "Sure, my skin has been so dry these past few days; even sunscreen isn't enough." I said, "Let's do it later. I'll find you a male masseur." My wife glanced at me and asked, "Why a man?" I said, "Men have better techniques; it feels better." She said, "Aromatherapy spas are full-body treatments. You want a man to do it for me?" I said, "What's wrong with that? On TV, it's always men doing women's spas. Besides, this is done professionally abroad. I can learn the techniques while I'm there, and when you're tired at home, I can do it for you too." My wife didn't say anything or object after I finished speaking, so I knew she agreed. I quickly went back to the room to grab my DV camera and my wife and I went to the hotel's spa.

When we arrived, we were surprised to find that one of the receptionists was Chinese. We first asked in English, and when she heard we were from China, she switched to Chinese. This was much more convenient.

She led us to a massage room, which was decorated in a Southeast Asian style: a large massage bed, a large bathtub, and a spa bed, separated by a screen. Various essential oils, towels, and local decorations were displayed on wooden shelves on either side, and aromatherapy was playing, creating a very pleasant atmosphere. Near the stained-glass window were a pair of unique sofas and a coffee table with Japanese tea utensils.

The receptionist asked us to sit down and made us tea.

Then she started talking to us (several hundred words omitted here). She asked what kind of spa we wanted and gave us a program booklet, which not only described the services but also the ingredients and uses of the essential oils, as well as the massage techniques, areas to massage, and the therapist's introduction—all very detailed.

(Although my English is mediocre, I could understand the gist.) The hotel's standard spa treatments are free, but additional services cost extra.

I casually asked how much it would cost for everything, and she said it would be an extra $400. Wow, that's expensive! My wife also said it wasn't necessary, too pricey. But then I thought, if I asked her to do just one service, she might not agree, so I told her that since we were already there, money wasn't an issue. As the saying goes, "Travel and sightseeing will make you spend all your money," and as long as she's happy, it doesn't matter how much it costs.

My wife seemed pleased with this, saying I was good at flattering her. (I knew she was being sarcastic; she was secretly very happy.) Then the receptionist asked what I wanted to do, and I said I wouldn't do anything, just keep her company. The receptionist

glanced at me, smiled, and then let my wife choose a masseuse (to be honest, the masseuses in the photos weren't very attractive). My wife chose a white masseuse who looked relatively pleasing.

After choosing, the receptionist told us to wait a moment while she went to call the masseuse.

While waiting for the masseuse, my wife said she was a little shy and embarrassed, and felt awkward with me there. I told her it was okay, just ignore me. She said, "How could that be?"

I said it was fine, I'd just blindfold myself with a towel and it would be okay.

Perhaps my earlier words had cheered her up, because she didn't say anything more.

After waiting for 10 minutes, two masseuses arrived. I immediately thought it was strange that they were women. I asked and found out it was part of the earlier service.

So I turned on my camera and started recording the whole process. The two masseuses were dark-skinned, just like Filipinos. One started filling the bathtub with water, and the other changed the massage table with a clean large towel. Then they rinsed the spa table. (The spa table had two pipes, one spraying water and the other spraying some kind of oil).

After filling the bathtub, she went to the essential oil table, took out two bottles of something, and poured them into the bathtub (she said it was a local plant essence). The water turned pale green and had a pleasant fragrance. Then she sprinkled some dried rose petals on top. She told my wife to soak in it.

After my wife got in, she asked her what she wanted to drink. Before my wife could answer, I said red wine. My wife didn't refuse, and she poured a glass of red wine and placed it by the bathtub.

After soaking for about half an hour, my wife got out of the bathtub and lay on the spa bed. The two technicians began to wash my wife's entire body with water, washing very thoroughly, including her nipples, anus, and genitals. They even gently parted my wife's labia majora with their hands to wash them, and their technique was very light. (Because it was a lesbian, my wife wasn't embarrassed.) After washing, they started applying a lotion that my wife had mixed while she was soaking to her entire body. The lotion was green, probably mint or something similar, and my wife said it felt very refreshing on her skin. Then they applied a lotion mixed with cucumber juice to my wife's face. Both technicians were very professional, paying attention to every detail. (The service was worth the price, unlike in China.) Half an hour later, they used oil from another tube to wash my wife's entire body, meticulously cleaning every part. The technician's hands massaged the areas where the oil was applied, and this continued for another half hour. (My goodness, I was exhausted from standing and filming, and I almost used up a memory card.)

Then they used water and a white lotion to cleanse my wife's entire body (this was similar to a milk shower gel, rinsing off the oil). They massaged while washing, which lasted another 15 minutes. Then… (I'll skip the details; the other services were done by those two technicians, like volcanic stone therapy, but I won't go into the specifics, you know what I mean). All of this took three hours. (So damn tiring!) They wrapped my wife in a towel and had her lie on the massage bed. I knew this was the moment I was about to experience, and I immediately perked up. The two ****s packed up their things, clasped their hands together in prayer, and left (damn, they're acting like Thais now).

Five minutes later, the male masseur finally arrived. (A bit disappointing; although he had some muscles, his skin looked like he had vitiligo, probably from sunburn.) After coming in, he first went to the sink to wash his hands. Then he told me to leave. I didn't expect him to say that after coming in—this was exactly what I was waiting for. I asked why. He replied that they didn't allow photos or observation, something like that.

I was furious. I said I paid money and they wouldn't let me take pictures here? This is my wife; I think he should understand me perfectly.

He replied that it was the rule and I should respect their rules. What the hell are these stupid rules? I angrily said, "If they won't let me here, we won't do it!" But I swallowed the words back. This was exactly what I was waiting for; saying that would mean all my efforts were wasted.

My wife said, "Why don't we just not do it? We've already had a very comfortable experience so far."

I said, "No, we're here today for you to enjoy yourself. Let me talk to him again." (My English is better than my wife's.) I pulled the masseur aside and asked if he could make an exception. He shook his head and said NO. Damn it, I was furious. I blurted out, "Can I have the massage here for a hundred dollars as a tip?" He immediately said OK. Screw that, so he just wanted a tip! (I was so angry I thought I was back in China, and blurted out a hundred dollars, forgetting it was in US dollars.) I quickly changed the memory card and battery, worried the memory card would run out halfway through. The masseur walked over to the massage bed, smiled at my wife, and greeted her. He probably realized my wife's English wasn't very good.

My wife seemed shy and closed her eyes after seeing him.

I asked the masseur, "Do you have blindfolds here?" He told me he had some, so he went to the cabinet where the essential oils were and took out an eye mask, which he gave me. I wondered why he was giving it to me; he probably didn't understand and thought I wanted it. I took it and went over to help my wife put it on. My wife's hand rested on mine, and I could clearly feel her tension. I immediately started to get excited, and many images flashed through my mind.

I turned on the DV camera and started filming.

My wife was lying on the massage bed, and the male masseur went to the essential oil counter and took three large bottles of essential oil, placing them on the shelf next to the massage bed. He first used his hands to re-arrange my wife's hair (because it was a little loose). Then he pulled off the towel wrapped around my wife's body, and my wife flinched. He then told my wife to lift up so he could pull the towel out. My wife understood this in English, lifted up, and covered her chest with one hand.

After pulling out the towel, he folded it and placed it on my wife's buttocks. Then he pulled my wife's right hand, indicating that she should relax and put her hand flat, which my wife did.

He first poured the oil from the purple bottle onto my wife's back, then slowly rubbed it with both hands, moving to her arms and sides. I could see her body slightly resist when his hands brushed against her chest. He then started applying it to her entire thighs, omitting her buttocks. However, when he applied it to her inner thighs, I could clearly see her legs were tightly clenched. Because a towel was covering her buttocks, her groin and vulva were still not visible. After

applying it evenly, he took out the blue bottle and poured some essential oil onto my wife's back, applying it in the same way. It was quite amazing; I could clearly feel that after applying both types of oil, my wife's body turned a noticeably bronzer, looking very alluring.

He continued massaging my wife in this manner. About 15 minutes later, he pulled the towel covering my wife's buttocks off, rolled it into a circle, and then told her to lift her buttocks. My wife didn't understand what he meant, so I translated for her. She was a little embarrassed, but slowly lifted her buttocks. He then placed the round towel underneath, so her buttocks were now raised.

I knew this was the start of the buttock massage, and the climax was about to begin.

My wife's legs were tightly clamped together, so tightly that only her buttocks were visible. The masseur took out a white bottle of essential oil and poured it onto my wife's buttocks. Perhaps because the oil had been heated up earlier, when this was poured on, my wife clearly felt a chill, and her body twitched slightly.

Then the masseur began to stroke my wife's buttocks with both hands, pressing acupoints with his thumbs. Perhaps because the pressure made my wife a little sore, she twisted her body in resistance. The masseur quickly realized this and immediately stopped pressing. He poured some more essential oil and continued stroking her buttocks.

After a while, he took out the essential oil bottle again and poured it, this time into my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks clenched noticeably, and his fingers began massaging along her cleft towards her anus. At this point, I could see her buttocks contracting, resisting.

But the masseur's technique was good; he didn't rush down, but gently rubbed back and forth along her cleft. After a few rubs, my wife's resistance subsided, and her legs slightly opened, indicating she was feeling it and wanted the masseur's hand to massage her anus. With

her legs slightly open, her alluring vulva was completely exposed (mainly due to the padding), incredibly tempting. I could clearly see that her labia were somewhat engorged (my wife's labia are quite large, and before coming to Saipan, she had her pubic hair completely removed with hair removal to look good in her swimsuit). The masseur's fingers slowly reached my wife's anus and began to gently rotate.

As he massaged, my wife suddenly made a slight sound; I knew this meant the masseur's fingers had entered her anus. (With plenty of oil, penetration might be easier.) The technician was massaging my wife's back with one hand, while teasing her anus with one finger.

I was filming from the side, and my whole body was engorged with blood.

After a while, I noticed a clear liquid on my wife's vulva. It wasn't oil; it must be her vaginal fluid starting to flow.

At this point, the masseur asked my wife to turn over to face me. My wife was still a little embarrassed as she turned, her right hand still covering her chest, and her legs naturally clamped together.

The masseur probably noticed my wife's shyness and covered her hips with a towel. Then he told my wife to relax, removed her right hand from her chest, and her breasts were now fully exposed. I could tell my wife was having all sorts of thoughts, because I saw her nipples were erect.

The masseur first poured purple essential oil onto my wife's chest and then started massaging with both hands. However, he didn't directly massage her breasts but instead spread the oil all over her body—abdomen, arms, thighs. When he reached her inner thighs, my wife was much better than before and less resistant. Finally, he started massaging my wife's breasts. He slowly pushed upwards with his entire palm from the bottom, then from the side towards the center. When he reached the center, his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples. He continued this back-and-forth motion, and my wife's nipples remained hard. I could clearly feel my wife's face turning slightly red. I could also clearly feel my wife's legs starting to twist.

At this point, he took out a blue bottle, poured out some essential oil, and repeated the previous actions, doing it again. This time, he spent more time massaging her breasts and also massaged her lower abdomen for a considerable amount of time. Then, he slowly removed the towel covering my wife's body.

This time, my wife's legs were less tightly closed, and her labia majora were clearly visible. (The hair removal cream had removed all the hair; there were no stray hairs.) The technician then took out a white bottle of essential oil and poured it onto my wife's vulva. This time, he poured a lot, and much of it flowed down her vulva to her anus.

He didn't massage her vulva directly but instead massaged her lower abdomen. (I think he was massaging the uterus.) Then he placed his hand on his wife's lower abdomen, fingers pointing downwards, and slowly began to press down. His hand gradually reached her vulva, and his index and middle fingers slid down from the outside of her labia, then gently pinched and lifted them outwards. I don't know if this was the intended effect, or if there was too much lubricant, but the labia slipped out several times after being lifted. He

repeated this massage technique many times. At this point, I saw that my wife's labia were completely engorged with blood.

Suddenly, his technique changed. His middle finger slid down between her labia, and my wife clearly felt a tightening sensation; she must have touched her clitoris.

The masseur repeated this several times, each time my wife's body twitched slightly. When he slid down again, his hand stopped moving and instead began to part my wife's labia, gently pressing on her urethra a few times. Perhaps it felt good, because my wife started breathing heavily.

Then he took out the essential oil bottle with his left hand, poured out some oil, and began pressing on his wife's clitoris while his left fingers rubbed her nipples back and forth.

After a while, it was clear that my wife was clearly aroused. Her breathing was rapid, and her voice was getting heavier and louder.

After a while, her legs began to slowly open automatically. I knew that my wife was about to climax, and this was a signal for penetration. At this point, I estimated that anyone could penetrate her; her last line of defense had completely collapsed.

The technician stroked her clitoris with his middle finger, and used his index and ring fingers to spread her labia and massage her vulva. At this point, my wife's vagina was completely open, like a butterfly's opening.

And her vagina was starting to feel like she was squirting; you could clearly see the fluid flowing from her vaginal opening. Moreover, my wife's body was twisting more and more violently.

Suddenly, my wife said, "Husband, I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it!" Although the technician didn't understand what she meant, he could understand what she meant.

Looking at my wife's legs, they were completely open, revealing her most beautiful parts.

The masseuse then poured some more essential oil, gently rubbing her vaginal opening with her right middle and ring fingers, pressing her clitoris with her thumb, and massaging her lower abdomen with her left hand.

With a low, pleasurable moan from my wife, the masseuse inserted her fingers into her vagina.

I knew she was finding the G-spot; the masseuse was indeed professional, finding it immediately. In just a few strokes, my wife's moan was almost a distorted voice. Her buttocks lifted, cooperating with the masseuse's movements.

I saw her vaginal fluid flowing out in waves, following the masseuse's touch. The masseuse showed no sign of stopping, continuing.

Then I saw my wife suddenly push her breasts together, squeezing them forcefully and kneading them. I knew my wife had reached orgasm, completely lost in the moment, oblivious to everyone around her.

My wife was crying out, "Honey, honey, I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, tell him to stop, I really can't." Although she was saying this, I knew she didn't want to stop. If she really wanted to stop, she could have said "STOP" (she knew the word), or even just pushed him away. At this point, my wife was covered in sweat, which mingled with the oil and made her look incredibly beautiful.

I casually asked, "Honey, is it good?"

She gasped, "No...no...I can't!" Suddenly, the masseur pulled out two fingers, and I clearly saw a stream of semen spurt out

. My wife's breathing remained heavy, and her buttocks, which had been raised, slowly lowered. The masseur suddenly inserted his hand again, continuing to rub her G-spot. My wife's buttocks, which had just relaxed, rose again, swaying up and down in rhythm with him. Her legs were tense and strained. This time, her entire back lifted up. Her moans grew louder and louder.

This time, the time lasted just as long as last time. When the technician removed her finger, a lot of semen gushed out again, and I was incredibly excited. I had never seen my wife ejaculate so much semen before.

This time, the technician was still pressing on her clitoris when she removed her finger. Although my wife's body had lowered, her buttocks were still writhing, and her moans continued.

Several dozen seconds later, the technician inserted her finger into her vagina again, and my wife once again lifted her buttocks in rhythm with the technician. This time, my wife's moans were completely hoarse. But it was this hoarseness that was particularly seductive.

At this moment, I noticed that my wife was grabbing her breast with one hand and the technician's penis with the other. The technician didn't object and let my wife hold it. I knew that my wife was probably not quite conscious at this point. Her whole body was tense.

This time, the G-spot lasted longer than the previous two times. When the technician removed her finger, my wife's whole body was convulsing, and she seemed to be struggling to breathe. Moreover, her legs were twitching and shaking uncontrollably for a long time. Her vagina was fully open. *** was still slowly flowing out.

The masseur had already begun to slowly caress my wife's entire body; it must have been over. Then, the masseur used a towel to wipe the essential oil off my wife's body and covered her with the towel.

He told my wife to lie down for a while. He filled the bathtub with water, saying my wife would soak in it later, and then someone would come to apply lotion for her.

After he left, I took off my wife's blindfold. Her eyes were full of tears, and her face was also covered in water; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears. Her face was flushed. I gave her some tea, and she drank the whole pot in one gulp.

I asked her, "Is it comfortable?"

She didn't even have the strength to speak. She whispered, "Honey, you're so naughty, making me do this." I knew she must have felt really good inside, but she just didn't want to say it.

My wife lay there for 10 minutes, then took a bath. Then the two women from before came and applied lotion all over her body.

I could tell she barely had the strength to walk back to the room. Once there, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. Watching my wife sleeping naked, I turned on the camera and replayed the footage I had shot. Listening to her hysterical screams and seeing her being brought to orgasm by another man, I couldn't take it anymore. I masturbated, and this time I ejaculated a lot.

After I got back, I often secretly watched this video. Every time I watched it, I felt excited, and my penis would get wet.

Sigh... I'll stop here for now. Please forgive any shortcomings in my writing!

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