The allure of a massage therapist~

At that moment, Jiaxin listened to the sounds coming from the next room. Her husband, Shangqian, was still home. Did he know that the massage therapist, Ade

, was coming? Anxious, Jiaxin kept an eye on the time. Ade would arrive at one o'clock. It was already five minutes to one.

"Ah! It's getting late. I should get ready," she muttered to herself, deliberately making sure her husband could hear her, as she went upstairs. She

took a quilt from the closet, spread it on the tatami mat, then covered it with a snow-white sheet, and put a patterned pillowcase over the pink pillows.

She already suffered from back pain and had hired a massage therapist who came once a week.

The massage therapist was a man nearing forty, with a buzz cut, bright eyes, and a slender build. While receiving the massage, listening to him talk, he seemed to know everything about the world. He also possessed supernatural abilities; when he clasped his hands in prayer, a person's guardian spirit and evil spirit would appear in his mind.

To be honest, Jiaxin's back pain was caused by the skull of an aborted fetus hanging from her waist. Initially, she was skeptical, finding it quite interesting, but gradually she realized there was a lot of truth to it.

However, the biggest change was that she experienced a rather stimulating pleasure. Massage therapy not only relieved her physical pain, but also brought considerable stimulation to Jiaxin, who had never been with any other man besides her husband since marriage.

Her husband, Shangqian, worked at a furniture company, and his work hours were in the afternoon. Therefore, she had the masseur come in the afternoon. That day, her husband didn't seem to be going out. So, Jiaxin said, "The masseur will be here in a bit. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you can ask him to massage you; it's very effective. Aren't you having back pain? How is it?" Jiaxin asked deliberately.

"It's fine now,"

Shangqian replied, still drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at the table. He had met this masseur three or four times before.

"Oh! Hello!" The masseur, Ade, arrived.

Just like a child at home with Jiaxin, he came upstairs without a care in the world and went to the living room. Usually, he would have a cup of tea first, and then go upstairs where everything was prepared to begin the massage.

When Jiaxin brought in the tea and candy, Ade said, "You look very good, your complexion is excellent, and your skin is glowing." He didn't even smile, but just looked at Jiaxin's fair skin with sharp eyes, noticing that she was slightly plump and already thirty-five years old.

"Oh! Is that so?" She didn't find it offensive.

After hearing this flattery, Jiaxin immediately took off her dress and changed into pajamas. Just a thin, patterned pink nightgown.

"Thank you for your help!"

Hearing the voice, Ade came out of the living room and went to Jiaxin's room on the second floor. Jiaxin was already lying face down on the quilt.

This posture had a strange effect, as if she was waiting for a romantic encounter in bed. Her heart was racing, and her skin felt itchy, but she remained calm to maintain the relationship between patient and doctor.

"Your back muscles are a little stiff," Ade said, his hand on her shoulder. Then, using fingers honed through Aikido training, she would relax the muscles in her arms and shoulders, moving on to her waist and legs.

Sometimes she would arch her back, stretch her legs, or relax delicate areas on her thighs. Naturally, this stimulation caused sweet love juices to flow, and her clitoris felt itchy; recently, she found it quite enjoyable.

Her husband, Shangqian, held a very important position at a company, and lately, he often used fatigue as an excuse to accompany Jiaxin in bed, sometimes not even once a month. Of course, Jiaxin's body needed more pleasure. Therefore, recently she had been using massages to relieve her desires.

Ade, too, would earnestly and appropriately satisfy Jiaxin. However, they maintained a respectable relationship as a married woman and her masseur, behaving with great propriety. But recently, however, they have slowly strayed from this boundary. Therefore, her husband, Shangqian, now doesn't want to go to work downstairs, which is very worrying.

"My husband is still downstairs."

"Didn't your husband already go to work?"

"It doesn't matter if he goes a little late for his shift!"

"Is he jealous?"

"I don't think so!" "

But men are very perceptive, and I often experience jealousy myself. What exactly is massage? Men wouldn't understand. You could ask him to come up and take a look."

"Oh! No, I don't want to do that."

Just then, they heard footsteps coming upstairs. This was no joke, and Jiaxin tensed up. Ade, equally perceptive, sensed something was amiss; his hand, which had been kneading her buttocks, slowly moved to her feet.

"Jiaxin, may I come in? I want to get some documents from the room."

"Sure!" Jiaxin answered readily.

Her husband, Shangqian, entered. Jiaxin, her forehead pressed against the pillow, glanced sideways at Shangqian as he picked up a file folder from the coffee table. Shangqian bent over, took the documents from the folder, and hesitated. Was he worried about the two of them, so he deliberately delayed going to work today?

With her husband standing beside her, her body experienced a strange, unprecedented sensation due to tension. Perhaps her husband's jealousy had an effect on her body, causing the masseur's fingers to bring sexual stimulation. Even the same kneading of the same area could bring sexual arousal, depending on the time, place, and person.

(Ah, strange!) Jiaxin thought to herself.

"So, this is how a massage is done." Shangqian's eyes were fixed on Ade and Jiaxin.

Ade bent Jiaxin's legs into a V-shape, making vigorous joint movements. While doing some unusual and insignificant movements, Jiaxin simply hugged her pillow silently.

Shangqian felt it inappropriate to linger there too long, so he said, "Then I have to go, thank you for your trouble."

Shangqian left the room.

"Goodbye!"

But Shangqian didn't immediately walk out the door. As expected, he was very concerned about this matter; Ade suddenly kneaded her thigh with his hand. At the same time, as usual, he touched sensitive areas.

"Madam, a good figure has a very feminine feel, but the muscles here are quite loose." Ade forcefully grabbed the muscles in that area and began to knead them.

"When you do this, the muscles in this area will tighten."

The explicit expression of tightening made Jiaxin, who was originally tense, relax a lot and become lewd.

Ade pulled Jiaxin's cute feet between his thighs and kneaded them, her toes seemed to touch his penis. Jiaxin couldn't see clearly, but she could imagine that the male symbol in her pants was already erect, and its heat was coming from her fingertips.

Then he kneaded her waist. When he kneaded from her waist to her tailbone, her heated clitoris naturally became engorged with blood, and at the same time, her waist involuntarily trembled.

Because her husband was downstairs, she felt more at ease, and Jiaxin began to enjoy the changes in her body as usual. Although it was only the two of them secretly enjoying themselves, she was still a little nervous.

Her husband showed no sign of wanting to go to work, and Ade probably noticed this as well. Seemingly wanting to incite Shangqian's jealousy, he provided Jiaxin with sensual stimulation.

"Let's change to a side-lying position!"

Then he massaged the sides of her body. The massage started from the back, then the sides, and then explored the feet, chest, arms, head, and face

while she was lying down. Finally, he used a sitting position to massage her back and shins. While lying down,

Jiaxin told the masseur, "I feel a little tight in my chest."

"When your period is about to start, your breasts will naturally swell and feel tight, and some people may even experience shoulder pain," Ade replied abruptly. After massaging her legs, he covered her chest with a towel and then started from her armpits, using slower finger movements than usual, gradually moving up to her breasts.

"How is your period going?"

"It's going smoothly."

"You're not on your period right now, are you?"

"About two or three more days."

He placed his knees on Jiaxin's thighs and kneaded her breasts in this position. In Jiaxin's mind, this action was like a naked man and woman flirting. The image of a strong, naked body honed by Aikido floated into Jiaxin's mind. The kneading through her pajamas felt neither painful nor itchy.

"It hurts so much, I'm massaging your buttons!" Jiaxin said, her eyes closed.

"Then let me unbutton your clothes for you!"

Jiazheng didn't answer.

Ade's fingers seemed to see through Jiaxin's heart, unbuttoning her clothes and opening her breasts.

"Give me a little massage!"

She wanted to answer yes, but the words caught in her throat, so she swallowed them back down.

His hand touched her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, as if trying to squeeze out the air, gripping them tightly. This hand was completely different from her husband's, as strong as an eagle's claw. Suddenly, her body trembled, forgetting that she was giving a massage, thinking she was playing a sexual game.

She knew very well that her husband was still in the room downstairs, and Ade was probably the same!

Ade, who was usually unmoved by the temptations of women and could concentrate on his massage work, was unusually breathing rapidly today. "The skill of massage requires the unity of mind and technique," Ade had said, perhaps because his husband's presence had disturbed his mind, or perhaps because he was intoxicated by the sexual stimulation.

Jiaxin grew bolder, bending her knees so that her knees could touch his genitals. Since his genitals were against her knees, it was obvious that he was already aroused.

Just then, they heard someone coming upstairs.

"Ah!" Jiaxin suddenly cried out.

He hurriedly removed his hand from her breast, trying to fasten his blouse. But his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, so he could only retreat in a panic, instead massaging his feet.

Unlike before, when he greeted them first, the door opened.

"The documents aren't complete enough," he said, as if explaining his purpose, then opened a drawer, rummaging through it randomly while muttering to himself.

It seemed he had finally found the documents.

"Ah! Got them." He stood up and looked at the two of them.

"Luckily I found them, otherwise it would have been terrible." After briefly explaining his actions, Shangqian went downstairs.

"Oh dear! You scared me half to death," said Ade, suddenly losing his composure and acting like an ordinary masseur.

"Madam, please don't laugh at me." He then picked up Jiaxin.

At that moment, Shangqian went to work.

"What are you doing? Don't do this!" Jiaxin said, still being held.

"You're so annoying!" Jiaxin pushed Ade away.

Ade was surprised.

"Why?" Ade asked, facing Jiaxin who was hurriedly getting up, straightening her disheveled pajamas, and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't joke around, you're here for a massage."

He often made these lewd gestures during massages, which she considered part of the massage and allowed.

"I'm sorry!"

Jiaxin knew her behavior was unnatural, but she hadn't expected Ade to apologize so sincerely. Ade didn't want to lose his job supporting his family because of a moment of folly.

"Stop the massage!" Jiaxin stopped the massage.

Ade quickly stood up and went to the living room. Why did this suddenly happen? It must be the fear of doing something unspeakable; the momentary terror suppressed his physical desires.

Anyway, this massage would need to be restored. Holding the five thousand yuan, Jiaxin walked to the living room.

"Please forget about today," Jiaxin said to Ade.

"I'm so sorry."

Although she was a little worried, nothing serious happened, so Jiaxin was relieved.

After Ade left with a hint of anger, Jiaxin had no heart to do anything else. She regretted not seizing the golden opportunity she had just had.

Back in her room, Jiaxin lay down again, her body still lingering with the pleasure from the massage. Thinking about what had just happened, her blood boiled again, and she finally slipped her hand inside her skirt.

She touched the mounds beneath her slightly bulging panties, following the valley, her mind filled with lewd thoughts. Her lower body felt itchy, so she reached inside her panties again and touched directly.

Next, she caressed her breasts, which still bore red marks from the eagle-claw-like caresses. Jiaxin used the same force to caress her breasts and twisted her body.

"Ah! Again! Lick and suck again!" she said in a suppressed tone to the man she was fantasizing about.

This feeling was far more stimulating than masturbating on sleepless nights. Her petals, quickly soaked, trembled, her body swaying as if to a beautiful melody.

"Ah, harder, harder!" Jiaxin cried to the man raping her. Ade, pale and somewhat thuggish-looking, pressed down on her, holding her tightly.

Then, imagining herself being raped anally, he vigorously moved his fingers, and Jiaxin gasped.

"Ah, no! Don't! Okay! Okay!" She succumbed to a state of utter exhaustion.

Jiaxin didn't like Ade; to her, Ade was not meant for her. Jiaxin graduated from a prestigious university and married through an arranged marriage. Her husband held an important position in a security company and was considered its future heir. Because she was financially secure and healthy, she had never had contact with massage therapists, acupuncturists, or other practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, for some reason, she was very interested in Ade. He had a mysterious, somewhat roguish expression and swagger. Initially, I didn't like him, but after his caresses and listening to his words, I found myself unconsciously hypnotized and developing a sense of closeness.

"Humans are truly incredible," he said. "When husband and wife sleep together, even their energy shifts."

"What do you mean?"

I asked. "If one person's energy is strong and the other weak, they will absorb each other's energy while sleeping, making the other even weaker. Good and evil energies can spread like a contagious disease. Unconsciously, the couple's physiques will become very similar, and even their thoughts will become the same." As he explained this with such confidence, it was impossible not to believe him.

"There's something I shouldn't have said," he continued, "that you two will experience conflicts in the future because your husband's guardian spirit and yours are of completely different statuses."

I didn't ask him, but he said it himself, and later, I felt it was something I couldn't ignore. I usually dismissed such things as superstition, but every time he came, I remembered what he said. Listening to him talk while giving a massage did feel somewhat real, and a little scary.

This was too unfair to Shangqian; perhaps I should stop the massages.

"Your body seems fine now!" Shangqian said unhappily that day before leaving on a business trip.

The next day, Ade came as if he had completely forgotten about last week. As usual, after offering him tea and snacks, Jiaxin went to make the bed, change clothes, and prepare. However, her mood wasn't as calm as before; the more she tried to relax, the more nervous she became.

Ade came to the room, and when they were alone, she couldn't help but sigh. When her body was touched, she felt a vibration.

Ade didn't say a word, and as usual, placed a towel on the area to massage, starting with the toes, the part furthest from the heart. As he slowly massaged her lower back, the warm secretions stimulated the mucous membranes of her petals, making her feel itchy. She suddenly felt a pressure on her body.

Because of the force, Ade was sweating profusely, and his breathing sounded quite emotional. Although she wanted to calm down while her lower back was being massaged, her body trembled involuntarily.

He was kneading with considerable force, so it hurt.

"It hurts a little."

"Really? Then I'll be gentler, it'll be more comfortable that way. I'm afraid you'll fall asleep."

"It's alright."

"Is that so?" Ade spoke to Jiaxin with a dismissive tone, then relaxed his massage.

As he massaged from her thighs to her tailbone, Jiaxin was worried that the sweet smell of her love juices would be detected. When she was lying on her side, she curled up like a shrimp in embarrassment.

"Madam, how am I supposed to do this!" he said coldly, as if to give up.

"Why?"

"Your muscles are too tense, you need to relax."

"Why?"

"Because your mind isn't relaxed."

"Really?" Hearing these inconsiderate words, Jiaxin hurriedly adjusted her position.

When Jiaxin lay down, she was as excited as before, unwilling to resist. It didn't matter what happened, as long as her sexual desire was satisfied. However, this time Ade was very polite, and when he massaged the center, he didn't dare to get any closer.

Jiaxin became more and more anxious. Lying on her back, with her stomach exposed to him, in the animal kingdom, this was a sign of submission. However, Ade still started massaging from her toes, pretending as if he didn't know anything. If he had kneaded her breasts like last time, that would have been fine, but he casually started massaging from her toes to her legs, deliberately skipping her thighs to massage her arms, from her arms to her neck, and then to her abdomen.

"How are your breasts? Has the tension gone?" he asked vaguely.

"Not yet," she answered with her eyes closed, then mustered her courage to say,

"Give me a massage like before!"

he said. "What if you make those horrible noises again, like last time?"

"You're so naughty!"

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay! I'll give you a massage." Ade finally relaxed her guard and began to unbutton her pajamas. Her white, glossy breasts, pale pink areolas, and nipples of the same color were revealed.

"Let's do a special massage today!"

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to lie still and not move around."

He took a deep breath and began to suckle her breasts, licking her nipples with his tongue. As she stiffened, Ade's hand slowly slipped inside her pajama bottoms, caressing the pubic hair.

His fingers were surprisingly soft. Because he did acupressure, his thumbs were larger than average, and his other fingers were also quite thick. But now, his fingers were as soft as a baby's.

His index finger touched her already wet clitoris, then his thick, penis-like thumb vibrated the mucous membrane and penetrated inside.

"Ah!" Jiaxin seemed to stretch, straightening her legs and twitching her body.

Her eyes were blurry, her body seemed to float in the air. After a while, Jiaxin let Ade remove her panties without moving. Then, Ade moved his mouth down, burying his face between her thighs, and boldly licked her clitoris with his tongue. Soon, Jiaxin's body trembled, and her lower body began to twist from side to side.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, what are you trying to do..."

Even now, she still said such things. She reached out and pinched his knee, hoping he would quickly take off his pants.

"Madam, is it alright?" Hede, who was usually full of confidence, asked back as if he suddenly felt uneasy. At this moment, asking if it was alright was too difficult to answer.

Actually, it should have been obvious without asking, but Ade still timidly said, "Madam, I'd better use my hand! Otherwise, I'd be letting your husband down."

At this moment, the last thing she wanted to hear was about her husband. Feeling disappointed, she spread her legs again, letting him lick her with his tongue.

Having sex with a man she didn't love would leave lasting effects, but she didn't care anymore. She accepted the act and then behaved herself.

With her thighs wide open, Ade licked incessantly, stimulating her perineum between her anus and labia with his fingers, giving Jiaxin unprecedented pleasure.

"Ah!" she cried out, then said, "Great, great, that's it."

Although her voice was soft, Jiaxin's body melted like wax, becoming limp. The previous unpleasantness had subsided, and coupled with the hot weather, she was restless, like a worm emerging from the ground. She changed to a prone position.

In this way, Ade inserted his fingers into her anus and licked her anus with his tongue. Jiaxin slowly raised her peach-like buttocks, changing to a four-legged position.

"This is so good, so good!" Jiaxin thought this was the highest level of massage.

His tongue, like a cat's or a dog's tongue, licked incessantly, the love juice from her vulva flowing up and down her clitoris. At the same time, his soft fingers caressed the depths of her vagina and the vulva that aroused pleasure. Her whole body felt like it was being crawled on by insects, the pleasure spreading from her lower body to the top of her head.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore, I can't take it, you...you hurry up!" Jiaxin, trembling all over, begged his penis to enter quickly.

"Madam, is it okay? Is it really okay?"

Jiaxin didn't answer, and Ade hesitated as well. Finally, he used three fingers instead of his penis to insert.

"Ah!" Jiaxin let out a sweet, nightingale-like sound, trembling as she hugged the pillow tightly.

After reaching orgasm with her fingers, Jiaxin remained motionless, hugging the pillow in that position. Still feeling the afterglow, her snow-white buttocks twitched intermittently.

Ade, who had been resting to the side with a lit cigarette, had transformed from an uneasy expression into one of confidence.

"Madam, how was it? This massage was quite enjoyable, wasn't it?" Ade deliberately emphasized that this was part of the massage, used to maintain the relationship between the masseur and the patient.

When Jiaxin regained consciousness, she found Ade touching her buttocks. A little embarrassed, she reached for her pajamas, just as she heard a door open downstairs. In her hazy state, she was puzzled that someone was coming upstairs.

"I'm home," came her husband's voice.

He had gone to Osaka on a business trip yesterday and would be back late today because he was entertaining clients with golf.

As Jiaxin got up to put on her pajama bottoms, footsteps slowly approached from the second-floor stairs.

Ade hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette and roughly helped Jiaxin pull on her pajamas. With her left foot already inside and her right foot still outside, the door opened.

At that moment, Jiaxin made a strange sound.

"No! No! What are you doing?" Jiaxin reflexively pushed Ade away, screaming as if she were being raped.

In reality, Ade wasn't a pervert, a lover, or a mistress to Jiaxin; he was just a lewd man on the train, deluding himself on his own.

Shangqian, stunned, watched the two arguing. Jiaxin's strong slap landed on Ade's face.

"Husband, husband, he tried to assault me."

Like a victim of rape, Jiaxin exposed her white buttocks and leaned against Shangqian, crying. This wasn't an act; even she found it strange. Once she started acting, it was like being on a stage, and there was no turning back.

"This man is a pervert! He tried to rape me! Call 110 immediately!"

"Outrageous!" Ade, pale-faced, protested in a trembling voice.

"What! You shameless bastard! I don't want to see you! Get out of here!"

"How could this happen, madam?"

"Get out of here!"

Ade, his mouth still moving, tried to walk past Shangqian, ashamed.

"Wait a moment."

"No, I'm going back. Ask your wife for details!" Seemingly angry, Ade brushed Shangqian's hand away, walked out of the corridor, and went down the stairs.

Shangqian wanted to chase after Ade, but returned to the room at the top of the stairs.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, just almost!"

"Weren't your pants taken off?"

"Only halfway down."

"Did he touch you?"

"No, thank goodness you came back, so everything's alright."

Jiaxin cried, hugging Shangqian's legs, but inwardly she was relieved. Just Ade's one-sided actions were enough to bring her pleasure, and with his clothes neat, explaining to her husband that he hadn't ejaculated would work.

However, when Shangqian sat down, he suddenly pushed Jiaxin down onto the quilt.

"You've been raped by that guy, haven't you?" He was so agitated he couldn't even speak clearly.

"No, that didn't happen." "

Then what happened? You can't lie to me." Shangqian's pale face twitched as he questioned the pushed-down Jiaxin, his eyes bloodshot. He looked extremely fierce, as if he wanted to tear Jiaxin apart.

"Really, he almost pulled down my pants."

"What a coincidence, this happened as soon as I got back. How can I believe you?"

"It's true. If you don't believe me, you can check."

Shang Qian stared into Jia Xin's eyes, and Jia Xin stared back at him defiantly.

"Okay, then I'll check."

Shang Qian stood up, while Jia Xin closed her eyes, her pajama bottoms half-off, quietly waiting for the inspection.

Shang Qian took off her panties, exposing her lower body. At this moment, his breathing was rapid, and his face was close to hers.

He spread her legs and touched her vulva with his fingers. He touched the wet and lubricated area and was puzzled.

"It's so wet."

Shang Qian parted her labia with his fingers, his warm and rapid breaths touching the vulva. Shang Qian inserted his fingers into the vulva, and strangely enough, this produced pleasure. He pulled out his fingers, smelled them, and then inserted them back into the vulva, stirring them back and forth, searching for any remaining semen.

"There's nothing there!"

"But there are ways to do it with tools."

"What tools? Look around!"

Shang Qian searched every corner carefully.

"There's nothing there!"

"You must have been messed with!"

"I wasn't, I was just almost messed with."

"Then, can we sue him?"

"Sure!" Jia Xin knew that what she said was too heartless, but she couldn't give in.

Jia Xin closed her eyes, the surroundings were as cold and silent as ice. Only Shang Qian's breathing could be heard clearly.

"You say, can we really sue him?"

"Sure! But I'm afraid that our scandal will be exposed to the world."

Shang Qian's breathing became more and more rapid, but he didn't say a word.

"Oh! Don't you believe me?"

"You have too little confidence."

"Jia Xin!"

Jia Xin was suddenly hugged.

"No!" She cried and turned her back to him.

Shang Qian impatiently lifted her nightgown, pressed his cheek against her snow-white back, and pressed his lips to hers.

Jiaxin, who had been enduring it all along, noticed that her husband's penis had become very hard. For the past month or so, it had been limp, but now it swelled up like his anger.

Jiaxin found it strange. Shangqian loosened his belt—what did this mean? Just as she was wondering, his engorged penis pressed against her buttocks.

"It's getting bigger, it's getting bigger! Before it shrinks, I'm going to insert it!" Shangqian shouted.

Jiaxin silently raised her hips, preparing to receive him. Shangqian grabbed her full buttocks, pulled them closer, and simultaneously inserted his erect penis.

The pleasure from the friction on her mucous membranes was a feeling Jiaxin hadn't experienced in months; she trembled with excitement.

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