Slowly betraying her husband (Part 1)

Work at the company is never-ending. If you don't take care of yourself, your body will be
worn down by the workload. Without good health, there's no quality of life, and no amount of money will help. Especially
for women, appearance is so important. A busy work schedule coupled with unpleasant emotions will only make you age
faster . Aging means losing your husband's affection, and without affection, where is the passion?
I've been at this company for almost seven years, constantly striving for my career, working my way up from a junior employee to regional
manager. It's been very fulfilling, but also incredibly tough. I have less time to enjoy life, and the overtime hours
are countless. I feel most guilty towards my husband because his job at my previous company was
a regular, undemanding driver. He quietly took on many household chores.
From the time I graduated and joined my first company, we met, fell in love, got married, and had children.
He has always cared for and tolerated me. Because he wasn't very educated, he initially drove
a truck for the company. With my help, he learned some basic English and later drove for his boss. The foreigners at the American company valued
drivers who could speak some English.
He was honest, kind, and had a good temper. Whenever I was upset or unhappy at work, just thinking of my happy
home and my husband, who had loved me unconditionally for years, made me feel incredibly happy. Thinking about this, I suddenly glanced at
my watch and it was already 9 pm. It was Saturday, so I decided to go home early. I drove home, and he was helping
our son memorize English words.
"Mom, I learned a few more words today! Come here, I'll read them to you!" our son exclaimed
excitedly as he ran home.
"Okay, okay, my little darling, you're my hero, you're the best!"
"Have you eaten?" my husband asked with concern.
"Is there anything to eat at home?"
"You always forget to eat, it'll ruin your stomach. I'll bring you snacks next time. Sit down for a bit,
I'll heat up your food."
"Son, come tell Mom about your English."
After finishing my meal and playing with my son for a while, it got late, and my husband started putting our son to bed
. I stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom. After a long day, the warm bathwater gently massaged
my body, making me feel incredibly relaxed.
Admiring my body in the bathroom mirror, I realized my husband loves me so much because of my
good natural features: 165cm tall, smooth and fair skin. Although I've given birth, my postpartum recovery has been very
successful. My breasts, after proper weaning, are not only full but also firm, and my buttocks are so large that almost no one can tell
I've had a child. I opted for a C-section because I was worried about vaginal laxity.
The bath soap bubbles slid over my body as my hands moved. I closed my eyes, gently pinching my
left breast with my right hand, imagining it was a man's hand. My nipple hardened from the pressure,
and soon my left hand involuntarily moved towards my genitals.
It was hot. I lifted my right leg off the edge of the tub, my hand heavily caressing my vulva, imagining it was a man
's large hand roughly stroking it. Soon my clitoris needed my middle finger's touch. My middle finger
circled my clitoris repeatedly, and the feeling was truly like a man's powerful tongue. I was getting a little excited. I should hurry up and finish showering so I could have some fun
with my husband tonight. Thinking about this, I felt my face getting hot and my heart racing.
Lying in bed, seeing that my husband hadn't moved at all, I felt a little disappointed. I should take the initiative; after all,
we've been married for so many years.
I turned to my side and rested my head in my husband's arms. He gently wrapped his right arm around me. I
lightly touched his penis with my right leg, while my right hand continuously stroked his chest. My husband is from the north,
178 cm tall, and has a robust build. I was conquered by his skills in bed back then. Thinking of his virility, my
heart started racing again.
His nipples were already hard from my touch. My hand slowly moved to his penis, which was also
hard . I gently slipped my hand into his underwear. It was very hard. I stroked it up and down with my hand. It was very large; I
couldn't even grasp it with both hands. Two cute testicles, one big and one small, soft. He started breathing
heavily .
Excitedly, I pulled down his underwear, knelt between his legs, and began licking
his penis from bottom to top with the tip of my tongue, like licking an ice cream cone. My husband groaned from the stimulation, which excited me even more. Soon, I took his
entire glans into my mouth; it was so long, even if I pushed it all the way down my throat, I still couldn't swallow it all. I kept massaging
his penis with my tongue, imagining my mouth as my vagina. I carefully felt the impact of his penis with my mouth and
the hardness of his penis with my tongue. My husband was tormented by me, moaning "Ah!" repeatedly.
My husband pounced on me like a wild beast, and I obediently lay flat on the bed, his thick lips tightly
wrapped around my nipples, his powerful tongue moving rapidly incessantly.
I got goosebumps all over; it felt so good. I pulled his other hand to my other, empty
breast, and he kept sucking on my nipples. His tongue felt like it was electrified, the current traveling from
my nipples through my body, finally converging on my vulva, which was incredibly itchy. I wished he
had two tongues, sucking on my clitoris at the same time. I placed his hand on my vulva, and he
sucked on my nipples while caressing my clitoris. I screamed, screaming wildly.
It was so itchy that I pushed his head between my legs with both hands. His thick lips and powerful
tongue began to caress my vulva. I trembled as I felt it, like being electrocuted, the stimulation
unbearable .
"Fuck me, fuck me, I can't take it anymore," I pleaded. My husband obediently parted my legs and
thrust all the way in with a soft thud. I immediately felt his hard penis fill my entire body. I squeezed tightly,
trying to contract my vagina as much as possible. My husband began to thrust, his penis pounding against my vagina—it felt so good, I wished it
would never stop.
After a while, I felt his penis lose its hardness. I opened my eyes and looked at him, noticing
a pained expression on his face. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"It hurts a little," he said, stopping.
"What happened?"
"It's probably because my prostatitis has worsened." Yes, my husband had developed prostatitis from sitting for long periods while driving.
"I 'm so hot." I touched his face with both hands and asked pleadingly, "Can we still do it?"
"Probably not, it hurts a lot." After saying that, his penis went completely limp.
My burning body felt like it had been doused with cold water. He collapsed onto the bed, turned his face away, and fell silent.
I sadly climbed on top of him and murmured, "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow." "I'll go by myself."
I didn't say anything more and just fell asleep.
The busyness of work sometimes leaves me breathless, and when things get complicated, I sometimes get furious and
can't help but lash out at my subordinates. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her face, was kissing as accountant Sister Wang entered.
"Kiki, you don't look well. Did you work overtime again? You're the most hardworking person in the company. Women
shouldn't work so hard, it ages you faster. Go get a face shower or spa treatment sometime;
skincare is very important. Many of the women in the company get regular treatments. Where do you go?"
"I don't have time, I'm too busy!"
"Oh dear, that really won't do! Look at David, that young man. He goes to the gym regularly
and gets regular skincare. These days, everyone, men and women, should pay attention to skincare!" As she spoke, her colleague Lisa
entered.
"Look at Lisa's skin, it's a perfect example of spa treatments! Not only is her face radiant, but everything else
is smooth too!"
Sister Wang flattered Lisa as she entered.
"Oh dear, women should take care of themselves. Sister Kiki should be careful, or you'll age faster.
Royal Dynasty SPA is my favorite; you should go sometime," Lisa introduced with an air of superiority.
"I've heard you guys talk about it all the time, but I've never been. I heard they do things like bleaching your nipples and
shaping your pubic hair into a sexy look?" Sister Wang asked eagerly.
"Yeah, you'll look like a young girl afterward. Sister Wang, do you want to get transformed?" Everyone laughed.
"Won't it be a man doing your haircut?" Sister Wang asked mysteriously.
"You'll find out when you get there," Lisa said mysteriously, turning and leaving.
I also went back to my office. ADAVID is my business assistant. He's a stylish young man who
always attracts the attention of many women in the company. Just then, he returned to his seat from elsewhere. It was the first time I'd really noticed
him. His skin was a dark, athletic color, and he was very muscular, clearly someone who works out regularly.
As he got closer I noticed his smooth face; he hardly looked like he was in his early thirties. Suddenly, he noticed me
staring at him. "Kiki, I haven't sent you last week's client report yet. I'll send it right away," ADAVID
said quickly.
"Oh, okay!" I could still smell his faint cologne as we passed each other.
Dynasty is very famous; it's a full-service entertainment center, and the spa is just one part of it. Moreover, it's
extremely expensive there, as I've heard from friends. Hearing my colleague mention it made me a little itchy. I took out
a small mirror from my bag and carefully examined my face. Sigh! I've definitely gotten a lot more wrinkles. Thinking about it, it
's true. All I do is work, work, work, and I've never really enjoyed anything. My husband is sick too, and life feels so
bleak. My nose stung, and I couldn't help but cry. Today I'm not working overtime; I'm going to relax. I
left the company at 6 pm, grabbed a quick bite, and drove to the Royal Spa.
I ordered a full spa treatment and was led by a lobby manager to a very luxurious
room. The room was lit in pink, and filled with a pleasant fragrance. Looking at the furnishings
, there was a large LCD TV on the wall, a large, expensive-looking jacuzzi, two identical massage
beds, a comfortable-looking red sofa, and an antique-style coffee table.
Overall, it felt very clean and hygienic. A female attendant asked me to sit on the sofa and handed me a cup of special
tea. It smelled wonderful, and she said it had a calming effect. I lay on the sofa, sipping the fragrant tea; it was really
comfortable and relaxing.
The attendant turned on the TV, gave me the remote, and asked me to wait a moment before leaving.
A moment later, the waitress came in and first covered my entire body with a large white bath towel. Then she
took off my shoes and put a pair of pure cotton slippers on me. Next, she washed and dried her hands, then reached
under the towel and gently began to undress me completely. I lay naked on the sofa,
covered by the towel. The whole process was very gentle and attentive. She then carefully hung my clothes on hangers
, rolled up my underwear and bra, and placed them separately in elegant paper bags.
Next, she filled the bathtub with water and sprinkled many flower petals on the surface. After that, she asked me to come and test the water
temperature. I walked to the tub wrapped in the towel, touched the water, and nodded to indicate it was comfortable. She gently
removed , and I stepped into the tub and lay down comfortably. She then turned on a tap, and the water in the tub began to flow
, with many bubbles washing over my body. I could also smell the floral fragrance. She said she was going to get other
items and asked me to rest for a while. I closed my eyes and relaxed, my tense heart gradually calming down.
About 20 minutes later, a girl in a blue dress came in, introducing herself as a facial
therapist . She helped me lie down on the massage bed and started with a Thai-style shampoo. After washing my hair, she massaged it
for a while—it was very enjoyable. Then she washed my face and ears, offering helpful beauty advice throughout
. She was very attentive. After finishing, she politely asked me to rest for a moment while another therapist
came. I listened to music on the TV with my eyes slightly closed.
About ten minutes later, a female therapist came in, smiling. She was probably in her early twenties, with
healthy, bronze skin and a great figure—she seemed to have been carefully selected. She washed her hands and began
applying body wash all over my body, scrubbing every inch of my skin meticulously. The smooth feeling was incredibly
comfortable, reminding me of the self-massage I had experienced that day.
Then she started washing my pubic hair. After washing it, with my consent, she did some pubic hair removal.
I thought to myself, this is what Sister Wang and Lisa were talking about. After the hair removal, I touched my labia and
it felt so smooth and soft. Next, she did a bleaching treatment. This kind of bleaching technique is advertised on TV every day,
but this was my first time doing it. I really don't know what it will look like afterward. I'm so looking forward to it.
She applied medication to my labia, anus, and nipples. It was very stimulating; the feeling of being touched by someone else
was completely different from touching myself, and I had to pretend to be calm. After a massage and heat treatment, she brought me a small mirror to
see the effect. Sure enough, my labia and anus had turned pink, just like a young girl's.
Especially my nipples, which were originally brown, were now pink. I smiled with satisfaction. Finally,
she rinsed my whole body and dried me off. She told me to lie down on another massage bed, and then she would start an oil
massage.
At this point, the female masseuse said that a male masseuse would massage me next. I was startled, thinking I hadn't heard her clearly. She
explained that this was a special treatment for women's reproductive health at the Royal SPA, designed according to physiological science. Oil massages
only achieve the best results when performed with a male masseuse. Male massage can produce
a change from psychological to physiological perspectives, regulating endocrine function and greatly improving a woman's skin.
After an oil massage of the genitals, due to stimulation, there will be congestion. The best way to relieve this is to reach orgasm,
which will reduce the congestion and balance the body's endocrine system, which is very beneficial to the body. To reach orgasm as quickly as possible,
a male massage is the best option. Don't view this as a pornographic service; it's actually a form of health therapy
. I started to feel hesitant. I thought of my husband at home, feeling conflicted. After all, no other man had ever touched
my body besides him . But this was just a health therapy. Then I thought, since Lisa and my friends recommended it, it must be true. And the massage of my genitals had been quite arousing. To be honest, I really wanted it to continue, so I accepted. After a while, a male masseur came in. My face immediately turned red. He looked very tall and strong, with a muscular, bronze complexion. I lay there, too embarrassed to move. I could hear him mixing massage oil, and from the sound, it seemed he was adding a small amount of water to dilute it. Suddenly, he poured the mixed oil onto my back, indicating that the massage was about to begin. The slightly hot oil felt very comfortable, especially as it slowly flowed down my buttocks, feeling incredibly warm. Then he began the massage, first using his large, rough hands to slowly and carefully spread the oil evenly on my back . Gradually, his large hands slid down from behind to my breasts. Because of the oil, they easily reached my nipples. This was the first time a man other than my husband had touched my breasts like this, and I felt extremely shy. I didn't dare to move, and his movements were very careful and gentle. Soon, I felt an indescribable sense of security and trust. The gentle caresses and the soft, slow gliding of his fingers on my nipples were both tingling and itchy—it felt so good. I was incredibly excited by his touch, and for some reason, I was even looking forward to when he would massage my genitals. Finally, he started massaging my buttocks. It felt wonderful. His hands slowly slid down through my groin, quickly reaching my vulva, and he began massaging there. My heart was pounding, and I felt incredibly excited. Because I had just removed the hair from my labia, that area was particularly sensitive. His large hands slowly parted my tightly closed legs. Perhaps it was the effect of the essential oil, but my genitals slowly began to heat up. Soon, I felt a strange warmth down there. Strangely, I opened my eyes and, oh my god! He was licking my labia with his tongue. I was extremely panicked and scared, but the feeling was also incredibly pleasurable, especially when his tongue entered my vagina— or rather, penetrated it. He sucked hard, and I was completely overwhelmed by his tongue. My hands gripped the towel on the massage table tightly, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Then, he suddenly asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm. I opened my eyes wide, and oh my god, he was completely naked. I immediately saw his penis—dark and erect I could clearly feel something very large slowly entering my vagina; it felt very full. I wanted to touch my breasts, but I didn't dare, gripping . After he thrust for twenty minutes, my body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't take it anymore and started to climax , but he didn't ejaculate and continued thrusting. I lay flat, lazily enjoying the sensation. I slowly opened my eyes, admiring his muscular physique. He never dared to look up at me; he just focused intently on his work, as if he wouldn't dare stop unless I told him to. Suddenly, I felt a strange urge to taste the masseur's penis with my mouth. The thought made my ears burn with embarrassment. How could I possibly ask? But then I thought, after all , I'm the customer, I'm God. He's the one providing the service. I paid so much money; I deserve the service I want. With that in mind, I made my request. He obediently agreed and told me to wait a moment. He went to clean his penis and stood before me, still looking down at his feet. I got off the massage bed and sat on the sofa, directing him to come over. He stood before me with his eyes closed. I stroked his large penis and noticed that his pubic hair was completely shaved , very clean. I asked him if he might accidentally ejaculate in my mouth. He firmly stated that ejaculation was not allowed, and anyone who did would be fired. I was impressed by their service attitude. I confidently began to savor his penis; it was hard and long, impossible to swallow completely. The veins were bulging with blood. I slowly licked it with my tongue. The glans was large, like a big mushroom, with prominent annular grooves. I closed my eyes and swallowed, feeling this adorable thing churning inside my vagina, bringing me endless pleasure. He stood there expressionless, eyes closed. I started sucking his testicles, only able to take one at a time, like a large lump of dough. I kept teasing his testicles with my tongue, and soon my lower body started to itch again. I rolled over and lay face down on the sofa , my buttocks raised high. I commanded him to give me an orgasm from behind. He followed my instructions, penetrating me from behind and thrusting powerfully. Surrounded by the pink light, the intoxicating aroma, and soothing music, I indulged in the experience . Soon, I orgasmed again.

Afterwards, I collapsed on the sofa, motionless. He asked if I needed another orgasm. I lazily shook my head.
Then he carried me to a bathtub filled with flower petals, telling me to rest for a while. Finally, a female server came in to dry me off
, helped me get dressed, and accompanied me to the lobby to pay the bill. I swiped my card; it came to 3000 RMB.
They even gave me a VIP card. This was the most satisfying money I've ever spent.
I got home close to 11 PM. My son was already asleep, and my husband was still watching TV. He was
a little annoyed that I was so late, and I pretended to be angry too, venting a bit about work. My husband, seeing this, started
comforting me. Since I had already showered, I pretended to take a quick, casual shower and went to sleep.
I woke up at 9:30 AM. I was probably too tired from last night, but I slept
really well. There was a note from my husband on the table, reminding me not to forget to eat breakfast. My eyes immediately welled up with tears; I
felt a little guilty about what I did last night. I could only comfort myself that it was just a kind of health treatment.
I arrived at the office at 10 o'clock and was checking emails on my computer when David knocked on the door and
came in with some documents.
"Sister Kiki, this is product information faxed from XX Company in Beijing. They hope to
discuss things with us as soon as possible!"
"Oh, thank you! Let me take a look!"
"Sister Kiki, you look great today!"
"Oh, really?" I subconsciously touched my face; it was a little hot.
"Did you have some kind of treatment?"
"Oh, Royal Dynasty Spa." Oh my god, how could I have blurted that out? So embarrassing. My face instantly turned red to
my neck.
"Ah, Royal Dynasty is a place for rich people. I heard it's a very nice place to enjoy life. Sister Kiki, you really know how to enjoy
life. I'll go out now."
"Oh, okay."
I suddenly noticed that David's skin tone was very similar to the male masseur's from last night, and their heights were about
the same. My heart started pounding again.
Not long after, my heart started pounding again.

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