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The story of a single outstanding individual led to the emergence of dating websites such as Couples Bar, Couples Village, and 69. After reading a lot of dating content on these sites, one might develop the idea of dating. My wife is a rather traditional woman, and it is very difficult for her to take this step. There is a novel called "Red Apricot Sprouts" that is very attractive to me. Every time I make love with my wife, I tell her the plot of the novel. My wife seems to hate it, but she will still try to appease me. In order to see more exciting content, I applied for a premium membership and also encouraged my wife to browse the content with me. Gradually, my wife would watch it with me when she was interested. Occasionally, we would browse the content on the computer while making love. I also joined some couples chat rooms on the site, but my wife repeatedly emphasized that it was just for chatting and not for real. She also said that I should not "apply" for a threesome. To eliminate my wife's concerns, I shared my QQ account. Later, my wife would occasionally see me chatting, and I encouraged her to chat with the couples, but she did not agree.

My wife can usually have an orgasm when we make love. After using so-called wife-taming strategies, such as "I'll find you a handsome guy to fuck you. Now he's fucking you. Is it comfortable?" He would say things like, "When he's having sex with you, I'm kissing your breasts," and so on. It was obvious my wife reached orgasm faster and moaned louder. But afterward, when I asked her, she'd say, "Perverted and impossible."

Later, some websites were blocked, and things quieted down for a while, except for occasional QQ chats. But similar things kept happening during sex, especially before my wife got into the mood. I'd keep asking her these questions and teasing her. When she shook her head or said no, I'd deliberately stay still or pull out. After a few of these teasing sessions, my wife gradually accepted it during sex and would nod and say "okay, okay." When she calmed down and I asked her, she'd say she was just kidding, but her tone was gentler, and her smile was noticeably shyer than before. Later, my wife accepted video sex with her husband. For safety, we bought masks on Taobao, and she'd even wear a nurse's uniform and thong to video chat with him. At least she wasn't so averse to making friends, but she still wouldn't agree to it.

After reading an article about heterosexual spas, my wife decided to try it, but only if I was there to ensure her safety. Online male masseuses were unreliable, and local beauty salons weren't suitable, so for a while, I could only indulge in articles and pictures of opposite-sex spas on Weibo. A chance encounter at a large bathhouse (with entertainment and overnight options) sparked my and my wife's newfound experience with opposite-sex spas. That day, after showering, we wore the bathhouse's uniform bathrobes, watched the performance, and relaxed in the lobby. We enjoyed a foot massage while watching a movie. Near the end, I asked the masseuse who did my massage, "Do you offer full-body oil massages?" She said yes. I then asked if they had male masseuses, and she said she'd ask the manager. Later, the manager came over and said the massage was available upstairs, and led us up. After settling in, my wife and I each lay on a massage bed. The first masseur to enter was a male masseur carrying a box. After some pleasantries, I asked my wife how it was, and she mumbled something (later, she told me she didn't particularly like the type). I told the masseur to massage my wife carefully and precisely, without going overboard. The masseur nodded repeatedly, "I know! I know!" Then I whispered to my wife that I was going next door. She frowned slightly, looking shy and worried, and said, "No, you can't." I said, "I'll stay next door, don't worry, it's safe here. Call me anytime if anything happens." Then I glanced at the male masseur and he left. Soon after, the masseur came in and asked what I wanted. I said I just wanted a simple bone-setting massage. Actually, I wasn't really interested in the massage. Less than 10 minutes later, I told the masseur I was done, and he paid the hourly fee and sent me away. Then, I quietly pressed my ear against the wall to listen to my wife next door. Besides the "hmm" sounds she made while being massaged, there were also whispering noises, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. My heart was pounding as I eavesdropped, and I was worried about my wife…! The feeling was indescribable. A little while later, I heard patting sounds from next door. Although I could tell it was from the oil massage, my penis was already much harder than usual. I kept eavesdropping until the oil massage ended.

Afterwards, my wife called to ask where I was, and said she was going to shower and hung up. When my wife came up, I had already picked out some late-night snacks and ordered a few beers. The restaurant was crowded, so we didn't talk much about the massage. However, when I quietly slipped my hand inside my wife's thighs, she seemed to naturally part her legs a little. It was past midnight after the snacks, and we decided to stay there, so we got a room. After entering the room, we got into bed naked. While stroking my wife's breasts, I asked her to tell me about the whole massage process.

My wife said that after I left, the male masseur told me to take off my bathrobe, then lie face down on the massage bed. He then told me to unbutton my bra, saying the oil would stick to the straps, but I didn't remove the straps completely. Then, he dripped oil and started the massage. My wife said the masseur's technique was similar for her back; although she was a little nervous, it was comfortable. Later, when he massaged her waist and buttocks, he said that it's best to do an oil massage alone, as it's not appropriate with her husband present. I asked my wife how she responded, and she said she didn't care. Then my wife said that when he massaged her buttocks, the masseur told her to take off her shorts, saying the oil would be more effective. I looked at her while stroking my breasts. "Take them off?" My wife smiled at me. At first, I didn't agree, but after a few massages, it wasn't comfortable not to take it off. She grabbed my hard penis and squeezed it. I stroked my wife's abdomen and continued talking to her. My wife said that he helped me take it off later, and I was completely limp, letting him massage my buttocks. I asked, "Were you wet then?" My wife slapped me. How would I know? I touched my wife; she was already very wet down there. I told her to continue, but she said she wouldn't, saying I was bullying her. I said, "It was your husband who told you to go. What kind of husband would let his wife go?" At the same time, I lifted one of my wife's legs to the side and inserted my penis, gently thrusting while telling her to continue. My wife said "Ah," but didn't answer. I simply laid her flat on top of me and started thrusting. My wife responded. I said, "Is it comfortable? Do you want to go for a threesome?" My wife said, "Okay." I said, "What kind do you want? You can choose, as long as you don't wear glasses. Can we both do it together?" My wife said, "Okay, okay." I asked again, "Can I have him come and have sex with me again?" "Okay, okay, we'll make you orgasm every time, okay?" "Okay, okay." Then, my wife started moaning, "Husband, I'm coming, help me quickly, quick, ah, ah," and she orgasmed a few times. I also ejaculated during my wife's orgasm. After cleaning up, I held my limp wife and asked her to continue. My wife said, "I'm never going to male masseurs for oil massages again. I was almost raped." I asked what happened. My wife said, "After the back massage, the masseur told me to turn over. My instinct was to put my clothes back on, but the masseur told me not to worry. He said he'd done many women's spas and would never do anything without my consent. He thought I was in the next room, so I turned over. I kept my eyes closed the whole time. He started by massaging my breasts, then moved to my abdomen, and kept massaging my abdomen back and forth, constantly asking if I wanted ovarian maintenance. I said no. Then she started massaging my thighs, and I felt him come up to me." Sitting on the massage bed, he spread my legs and placed them on his thighs. When I opened my eyes, I noticed he had taken off his pants sometime earlier, and his penis was right in front of me. He massaged my legs with both hands, deliberately positioning his penis towards me. I quickly sat up, and he said it was okay. I said, "No way!" and he pressed me down, saying, "It's okay, I'm not sick." Then I got angry and made a gesture as if I was going to yell at him. Finally, he let go. I put my clothes back on and tidied myself up. Then he said, "It's not time yet, where do you want me to massage?" I said, "Just a few massages on my calves, I'll come out when the time is up." I laughed and said to my wife, "What does his penis look like? What if he really went in?" My wife hit me hard and said, "Are you kidding me?" I grabbed my wife and we began our second round of battle. Around 4 a.m., I woke up to urinate. Looking at my wife's face and then at her breasts, which had been massaged with essential oil by that male masseur, I fantasized about my wife receiving an oil massage. I got hard again and climbed on top of my wife, penetrating her body which still contained semen. My wife woke up at 9 a.m. Looking at her naked body and thinking about what happened last night, I pulled her over again, put her on the edge of the bed, and started having sex with her again. After we finished, my wife said that doing this would make her bones feel like they were going to fall apart.

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