My first crazy spa experience

It was a rainy weekend. After a week of continuous overtime, I dragged my exhausted body home. I'm 35 years old and work as a mid-level manager in a foreign company; the pressure from my overworked schedule is unimaginable. My husband, feeling sorry for me, suggested I get an aromatherapy massage to relax my meridians. I nodded. I knew he had a membership at a wellness center; I used to get massages like traditional Chinese massage when I was tired, but I'd never had a full-body aromatherapy massage. Since my husband was taking me, I didn't think much of it and went with him.

At the center, a young male attendant led us to a room. A quick glance suggested good privacy and warm lighting. Just as the attendant was about to introduce the services, my husband said he wanted a full-body meridian detox. The attendant asked if I wanted a male masseur or a female masseur. Before I could answer, my husband said, "Get a male masseur, someone with professional skills." The attendant smiled slightly and left the room. I angrily punched my husband: "Why did you want a male masseur? A full-body massage is so awkward!" My husband chuckled: "The feel of a male masseur's touch is definitely better than a male's for a full-body oil massage. Besides, male masseurs have better control over the pressure, which helps relieve meridian fatigue better." I said, "Aren't you jealous?" My husband said, "As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters." A moment later, the masseur knocked and came in. He first laid out the mattress, heated the oil dish under a candle, and then placed a pair of disposable boxer briefs on the bed for me to change into. Only then did I realize he was a man about my age, slightly muscular, with a magnetic voice. After he left the room, I took off all my clothes, put on the disposable briefs, and donned the blindfold. Following the instructions, I lay face down on the bed, burying my face in the massage chair's opening. My husband rested on the sofa nearby. Perhaps sensing my nervousness, he told me, "It's okay, honey, I'm watching."

A moment later, the masseur knocked and came in again. I became nervous again. I had never had an oil massage before, never been with a male masseur, and didn't know the whole process. Rather than just nervous and uneasy, I was also filled with anticipation. The male masseur didn't immediately start the oil massage. Instead, he first covered my entire body with a bath towel and began using massage techniques to loosen my back, neck, and shins. Soon, I felt much more relaxed, and my tension lessened. After about ten minutes, my entire back was relaxed, and the masseur gently said, "Now I'm detoxifying your meridians." He slowly pulled the towel up to my buttocks and tucked it into my disposable underwear, instantly exposing half of my buttocks. A wave of shyness made my face burn; it was the first time I'd exposed my body to a strange man like this. I tried to convince myself that this was just a massage, simply to relieve fatigue. The masseur evenly applied essential oil to my back and buttocks and began the massage. Compared to the previous massage techniques, the oil massage felt much gentler. The masseur was unhurried, his large hands tracing every inch of my back. Gradually, I felt comfortable, especially after the meridians and acupoints were massaged—it felt incredibly relaxing. About twenty minutes later, I felt my pants being pulled down to my buttocks. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and my face flushed. The masseur began massaging my entire buttocks, constantly adjusting his technique to make me feel incredibly comfortable. My clenched buttocks began to relax… Suddenly, I felt the masseur dripping essential oil into my buttocks. Because the oil was heated, I felt a surge of heat stimulating my entire groin, almost making me faint. The masseur changed his technique, massaging my entire groin with his fingers. I felt intense pleasure emanating from the sensitive nerves around my anus, surging throughout my body, making me incredibly weak. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. A few minutes later, the masseur stopped. I couldn't control my breathing. I hadn't expected such a massage to be so stimulating, to have a physical reaction from a strange man. The masseur gently soothed my back for a while, then said, “Let's turn it around.” I slowly turned my body around, and he covered my chest with a bath towel, beginning to massage my stomach. It gave me an unprecedented feeling of pleasure, moving from my lower abdomen to my upper abdomen. Gradually, I felt his hands approaching the edge of my breasts. I was so stimulated I dared not breathe. At that moment, I could tell the masseur was an experienced man; his unhurried pace was irresistible. Suddenly, he said he was going to start a lymphatic drainage massage on my breasts. Before I could react, his hands were already inside the bath towel, massaging my breasts. I felt a surge of pleasure rush to my head. Less than half a minute later, he removed the bath towel from my chest, revealing my entire breasts. Because of shyness, my face began to burn again. He changed his technique, using a flirtatious touch to caress my nipples. I couldn't take it anymore; my breathing became heavier and heavier, and I occasionally let out moaning sounds. My nipples were already hard and erect. At this moment, my husband sat down beside me, stroking my cheek: "Does it feel good, baby?" I unconsciously hummed in response. The technician asked if I wanted to have my groin lymph nodes massaged, and I was too embarrassed to answer. My husband then said, "Go ahead." The technician removed my disposable underwear, leaving me completely naked. Because I was blindfolded, my body became incredibly sensitive. The technician applied essential oil to my legs and groin area and began massaging the inner thighs. This intense pleasure mixed with shame blurred my consciousness, and my reason crumbled. I never imagined I would be so aroused by a stranger's hands. If I were conscious and rational, I would have stopped him, but at this moment, I couldn't stop anything. My body was weak, and the technician easily spread my legs—an extremely shameful position for a woman. His entire palm covered my genitals, gently caressing them. I began to moan uncontrollably, my legs involuntarily opening wide to meet his caresses. My husband, standing beside me, began kissing my cheeks and neck, teasing my nipples. I completely broke down, letting out the most primal moans. I felt my husband's breathing was very rapid; he was probably aroused too. Even more intense, the masseuse buried her head between my legs and began licking my clitoris... This was followed by an unprecedented orgasm. My stomach and buttocks began to involuntarily spasm, my lower body tightened, a warm flow came out, and my mind went blank as I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, it was just my husband and me in the room. I took off my blindfold and looked around. My husband said he had already left and kissed me on the forehead. On the way home, I told my husband that today was truly crazy. He smiled and said, "As long as you're comfortable." Back home, my husband and I made love passionately twice. I felt like such a happy woman.

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