7-Day Thailand Trip: Couples' Oil Massage

This is a true story.
My wife and I have been married for 17 years, and the unexpected and fun things that happened during our trip are still unforgettable. Since it happened abroad, we would definitely like to experience it together again if we have the chance in the future. Our
seven-day trip to Bangkok, Thailand, was brief, taking place in a six-star hotel. The room had a separate massage bed and bathtub for two people. We were introduced to high-class massage therapists, men under 25 and women under 23.
That evening, the handsome male and beautiful female massage therapists arrived, and my wife was shy and said no! My wife and I stripped naked and lay face down on the massage bed. There was a cylindrical center point on the bed, and during the massage, due to our position, our buttocks were positioned right in the middle of the cylinder. The massage therapists would skillfully and slowly raise it as needed.
The masseuse asked in simple English, "Would you like a back scrub and a bath?" My wife was a little hesitant at first, but I replied, "No problem."
The ultrasonic bathtub was quite spacious. The male masseuse was shirtless, with well-defined muscles, wearing a pair of floral-patterned shorts; the female masseuse wore a floral bra, had a fit figure, and wore floral beach shorts.
My wife shyly asked me to dim the large bathroom light. Actually, although my wife is 42 years old, she takes good care of herself and has a great figure!
The couple lay on either side of the jacuzzi, with the masseuse behind them, massaging our heads and shoulders. The fragrant bath oil and the swirling jacuzzi were so comfortable!
After about fifteen minutes of massage, my wife was still shyly covering herself with a towel when she got up. We lay on the massage bed, our buttocks covered with towels, only feeling the slippery oil on our bodies. The female masseuse then began her massage, her strength and technique very skillful.
As soon as I lay down, the female masseuse pressed her left hand on my buttocks, indicating to wait a moment. Then, she used her right hand to support my penis and testicles from under my buttocks and pull them back, while her left hand pressed down further. This was to ensure that my body wouldn't be constantly pressing on my penis when I lay down—so thoughtful.
She massaged my shoulders, arms, back, spine, waist, buttocks, thighs, calves, and feet… especially when she massaged my inner thighs, her fingernails would intentionally and lightly scrape my glans. I instantly felt incredibly relaxed, and my penis became erect. I even heard the masseuse chuckle softly. I said in English, "Is my penis okay?" The masseuse laughed even more lewdly and replied, "Yes, it's quite big."
Just as the experts say, couples who have been together for a long time really need some stimulation in their sex life. Anyway, we were abroad (in Thailand) and didn't know anyone; only we knew, so it was fine as long as we didn't tell anyone.
Midway through the massage, I seemed to hear my wife enjoying it. With each press of the masseur, she moaned, the sounds growing louder and deeper. It seemed she was enjoying the massage from the handsome man! I gestured for them to be quiet, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching my wife's enjoyment. I asked her, "Is the massage alright?" She didn't answer.
At that moment, the masseur was massaging my wife's buttocks and waist, the towel only covering her thighs. I thought to myself, besides me, this male masseur is probably the only other person in my wife's life to touch her buttocks! Actually, men and women are the same; they both crave the stimulation and pleasure of being massaged all over by someone of the opposite sex.
The male masseur glanced at me, chuckled, covered my wife's buttocks with the towel, and began massaging her thighs. My wife's long, slender legs were slightly parted, and the first thing I saw was her plump vulva with its long, thin labia. At that moment, I had a strange feeling: Damn! This guy has seen my wife's vulva completely?
Actually, this massage therapist had seen many women's private parts. Afterwards, he said he massages couples every day, probably more than five couples a day!
The massage therapist was massaging my wife's thighs. I gestured for him to massage the inner thighs. I noticed that whenever he pressed near the edge of her vulva, my wife would moan excitedly, and her legs would involuntarily open slowly. I gestured for the female massage therapist to massage my wife's calves as well. At this point, my wife was completely immersed in the pleasure of the massage and didn't even notice four hands roaming over her lower body, becoming even more excited.
The lighting was initially dim, but I deliberately turned on the wall lamp, illuminating my wife's entire lower body. Her legs were now spread wide, right at the edge of the bed. I lowered my head and knelt down between her buttocks, realizing she was truly experiencing something new, exciting, and thrilling. Despite her usual demure demeanor, her vagina was now overflowing with desire; her labia were swollen and engorged, opening and closing slightly with excitement, her vulva soaked with glistening fluid, even the sides were wet.
I deliberately gestured for the masseur to press further inwards and down the lower edge. After a few more massages, my wife's moans grew louder. Each time the masseur pressed down and kneaded back and forth, my wife moaned even more excitedly, and with each press, her buttocks would lift higher and higher.
Deep down, every woman has a well-concealed inner world, but deep down, there's also a desire for excitement and stimulation. With her husband's encouragement and in a safe environment, she can truly let loose and enjoy the moment. My wife was completely relaxed and enjoying herself, forgetting all about her husband beside her!
Seeing her excitement, I deliberately placed my palm against her buttocks, my index and middle fingers tightly pinching her engorged labia, while simultaneously pushing inside. At this moment, her moans turned into groans of "Ah..." and her buttocks lifted even higher. She was truly letting go now.
After a moment, the male instructor signaled to turn her over. My wife rolled over, looking weak and listless, barely opening her eyes. The female instructor covered her eyes with a towel. I then told my wife, "Turn to the front now." She didn't say anything, just nodded. Wow! She's really enjoying herself!
I signaled to the female instructor that I wouldn't continue and would let her serve my wife, explaining everything to her ear. My wife nodded in agreement.
The female masseuse poured fragrant essential oil onto my wife's chest, and my wife let out a soft moan and arched her back slightly. At this moment, the male masseuse removed the towel, and my wife's entire naked body was immediately exposed to onlookers. My wife didn't seem shy at all, and even gracefully parted her legs slightly. The male masseuse also poured essential oil on her navel and thighs, and my wife again let out a soft moan and gently lifted her leg.
Although my wife is 42 years old, her skin and figure are remarkably well-maintained. Although her breasts are a little small, they are still just right! Before this trip, my wife and I had discussed that massage is a national art in Thailand, and that we would enjoy it together, with male and female masseuses. Our communication went very smoothly, leading to this unique experience.
My wife was thoroughly enjoying herself, completely lost in the moment. The female masseuse was also moving her hands and feet across my wife's chest, and my wife would occasionally arch her back slightly. I secretly signaled to the male instructor to use both palms to massage the inner thighs near the vulva, while my own hands roamed around the sides of my wife's vulva. My wife was truly enjoying the teasing, unaware that six hands were caressing her body.
I used my right palm to form a knife-like shape, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly gripping the inner thigh of my wife's pubic area, sometimes squeezing in slightly to touch her clitoris, and sometimes gently gliding my little finger around the vulva. My left fingers gently rubbed my wife's nipples, which became erect and hard with excitement. With my light touch, the male instructor could tell that my wife was aroused.
I noticed the central column of the massage bed slowly rising, making my wife's vulva even more prominent. The male masseur skillfully combed her pubic hair back with his palm; due to the essential oil, the hair lay flat and smooth against the back. My wife's plump vulva and wetness further aroused me.
At this moment, my wife's moans became even more lewd: "Ah...ah...so good...husband, husband...so good...husband..." In all our decades of marriage, my wife had never been so excited or stimulated. I saw her gripping the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, constantly thrusting her hips and twisting her waist. I noticed the female masseur skillfully pressed down on my wife's shoulders, exposing her prominent vulva to a stranger and her husband, making her moans even more intense.
At this moment, the male instructor gave me a strange look, then took out a dildo from a small box. It was about 16 centimeters long, but quite thick, and covered with bumps. There was also a smaller one, which didn't look like a dildo; the head was cone-shaped, only about 5 centimeters long, and it would rotate in an arc when turned on.
The male instructor said, "OK?" I nodded, indicating that it was okay.
Then the male instructor put on a pair of thin gloves, similar to those used for surgery (the male instructor later explained that this was one of the most popular services among Japanese couples, and he usually recommended it to tourists, but it cost extra). Wow! I really didn't expect this service. Since we were here, I might as well let my wife experience this!
The male and female instructors were very professional in this regard. They asked me to come behind my wife and instructed me to press down on her shoulders, because my wife would be extremely excited and her whole body would shake violently. While I was behind her, the male instructor also took the opportunity to caress my wife's breasts.
The male and female instructors, both wearing thin gloves, stood on either side of my wife. Then, the central pillar on the bed slowly rose again. I saw my wife with a towel covering her face and her lips pursed; she must have known she was about to experience another moment of stimulation and was extremely excited.
I squeezed my wife's breasts with a little force, then slid them away, repeating this several times. Then I leaned close to my wife's ear and asked, "Wife, is it good? Is it comfortable? Do you want more?" My wife nodded and said, "Husband, don't go away." I kissed her and said, "Wife, relax and enjoy it slowly!"
At this moment, my wife removed the towel, and she squinted her eyes, letting out a wanton moan: "Husband... I love you!" I saw the female instructor skillfully use her left index and middle fingers to part my wife's labia, while her right index finger rhythmically stroked my wife's clitoris. My wife cried out excitedly, "Ah... ah... so comfortable... husband... so comfortable..."
Then I saw the male instructor hold the dildo, smear some oil on it, and slowly insert it into her vagina. At that moment, my mother-in-law let out a low moan, "Ah..." Her head arched upwards, her eyes rolling back, "Ah...ah...ah..." She gripped my arm tightly with both hands, "Husband...it's so thick~"
I stood up and kissed her deeply. She hooked her arms around my neck, moaning lasciviously, "Husband, tell him to go faster..." Honestly, I didn't even need to say anything; the male instructor, with his experience, had already noticed her excitement. He didn't deliberately speed things up; he simply held the dildo and skillfully and slowly thrust it in and out.
With the female instructor manipulating it on one side and the male instructor thrusting on the other, their movements were perfectly synchronized. By this time, my wife was completely unrestrained, screaming, "Husband...husband...it feels so good...so good...I want more...more...faster...harder..."
The male and female masseuses were quite adept at controlling the atmosphere. At this point, the male masseur's thrusting began to quicken (of course, not too fast, otherwise it would be uncomfortable). My wife climaxed several times, wave after wave of orgasms making her lose all sense of self. Sometimes she would open her eyes wide and remain silent, sometimes she would roll her eyes and growl softly. Of course, my penis was also throbbing high between my legs.
I noticed that the female masseur was also secretly watching my penis. I smiled at her, and she squinted at me and blinked.
After a while, my wife was half-paralyzed on the massage bed, panting heavily, as the male and female masseuses worked her. The male and female masseuses tacitly arranged my wife's position as a side position, her legs bent like a shrimp, her vagina shaped like a peach.
At this point, the female instructor poured some oil onto the opening and gently massaged it (she used her right index and ring fingers to hold both sides of the opening and then slowly applied pressure back and forth). I asked my wife, "Does this feel good?" My wife lay on her side, her arms wrapped around her chest, seemingly enjoying herself: "Honey...it felt so good, really so good!" I thought to myself, we've been married for 17 years, and this is finally a treat.
I noticed that the dildo the male instructor was using was different from the usual sex toys on the market. The male instructor noticed my surprised expression and explained that his boss bought it in the United States. Las Vegas holds an annual "Sex Toy Expo," and unlike the usual ones, the materials on the market are harder and rougher, lacking smoothness. The one the male instructor was using was of a higher grade, made of 100% silicone, with moderate hardness, and it would generate a little heat during use, making it more comfortable for women.
The male masseuses receive training before serving clients, which explains why they adjust their rhythms based on the client's reactions, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, with perfect control over force and depth. Initially, they focus on the tip, then the middle section. When the female client becomes excited and arches her back and shakes her hips, the masseuses know to fully penetrate.
The masseuses explain that the female masseuses are more professionally trained because women's anatomy is similar; they appropriately stimulate each other's sensitive and itchy areas. The masseuses observe the client's level of arousal and adjust accordingly, using different rhythms to induce varying orgasms, thus providing the client with the most intense enjoyment. The masseuses
also mention that Japanese couples are particularly bold, indulging to the fullest, and willing to spend money, offering countless variations. I think the masseuses were trying to persuade me, as he saw my wife's heightened arousal and wanted more stimulation. I gestured to him, "This is enough." Besides, I added another session, since it was our first time here.
At this moment, I vaguely heard my mother-in-law's lewd moans. I saw the female instructor holding a vibrating egg, which seemed to be longer than usual, about 10 centimeters long and as thick as a thumb. My mother-in-law remained curled up in a shrimp-like position. The female instructor slid the vibrating egg around the entrance of my mother-in-law's vagina, controlling the intensity of the switch with her left hand. My mother-in-law trembled with excitement again. It turned out that the massage at the entrance of my mother-in-law's vagina earlier was foreplay.
The female instructor gently moved in and out of the narrow crevice of my mother-in-law's vagina, which was tightly closed between her legs, in accordance with the frequency of the vibration. My mother-in-law was extremely excited again, and was stimulated to the point of shouting, "Ah...husband...I'm coming again...I can't take it...it's so stimulating..."
Under the dual stimulation, my mother-in-law excitedly squinted at me and said, "Oh...husband...it's so stimulating..." Then she slowly turned to lie face down, slightly raising and twisting her buttocks, and the lewd moans continued.
The female instructor had a keen understanding of the grandmother's emotions and reactions. At this point, she instructed the male instructor to stand beside the grandmother and apply essential oil to her back, giving a rhythmic massage. She also instructed me to stand in front of the grandmother, allowing her to hold my waist with her hands, as the grandmother would become excited and writhe and undulate her entire body.
The female instructor slowly inserted the vibrator into the grandmother's vagina, pinching the wire at the end of the vibrator with her left hand (to prevent it from getting stuck inside), and controlling the intensity of the stimulation based on the grandmother's level of arousal. The male instructor, with perfect coordination, pressed down on the outer thighs of the woman's body to increase the tightness of her thighs. This ensured the dildo was firmly inside her vagina. Under the female instructor's skillful control, the dildo's vibrations stimulated the woman to extreme arousal, sending waves of pleasure through her. She cried out, "Ah...so good...ah...husband...I can't take it...ah...I don't want it anymore...it's too good..." At
this moment, the female instructor signaled the male instructor to slowly raise the cylinder in the middle of the bed. She gently withdrew the dildo from her vagina (she said it shouldn't be used for too long, as it was very stimulating). The male instructor took the dildo, applied some oil, and as soon as the dildo was removed, slowly inserted it into her vagina. The timing was perfect. The woman tilted her head back and groaned, "Ah..."
The male instructor held the dildo and rhythmically thrust in and out, moving faster and slower in sync with the woman's excited cries. The female instructor skillfully and slowly inserted her middle finger into the old woman's anus, causing the old woman to let out another long moan.
I could feel that the old woman was now driven to madness by extreme pleasure and excitement; her ten fingertips were tightly gripping my waist, and I casually rubbed her back.
At this point, the female instructor smoothly inserted and withdrew her entire middle finger into the old woman's anus, and the male instructor moved rhythmically in sync with her: the female instructor inserted her finger, the male instructor withdrew the dildo, the male instructor inserted the dildo, the female instructor withdrew... this in-and-out motion stimulated the old woman's two orifices respectively; sometimes they changed the pattern: the dildo and the finger went in and out at the same time. The old woman's excited cries grew louder and louder; I think any woman would find it unbearable to be served like this.
Grandma's excited cries grew louder and louder, her whole body twisting and trembling, followed by another violent orgasm, her vaginal fluids soaking a large puddle on the bed beneath her. The male and female masseuses seemed to understand the situation; after Grandma finished, their movements gradually stopped, and the cylindrical object returned to its original position.
After tidying her up a bit, the female masseuse turned Grandma onto her back, covering her face and waist with a towel, while the male masseuse tidied up. Grandma's body was now limp and completely at their mercy, lacking even the strength to move. In the final moments, the female masseuse gave Grandma one last full-body massage.
At this point, the male masseuse said to me in fluent English, "Later you can go to the steam room to evaporate the essential oils, and then take a hot bath in the spa, and you'll be fine."
Grandma was still lying on the massage bed, too exhausted to notice where she had fallen asleep. I carried Grandma to the steam room for a sauna, then back to the spa for a bath. It was almost 6 PM when we got back to bed, the whole process taking nearly four hours. My wife thoroughly enjoyed herself this time, and I was truly amazed. As the tourists say, massage is indeed Thailand's "national art."
After a short nap back in the room, I suddenly felt my wife climb on top of me, kissing and caressing me. I said, "Wife, aren't you satisfied? You want more…" My wife said, "I want you, yours is better."
After this experience, my wife became more proactive in bed, displaying a mature charm and desire, exuding a strong mature woman's allure.
My wife kissed my chest, asking, "Honey, were you jealous just now?" I said, "No." My wife exclaimed, "That was so comfortable! I had several orgasms, so stimulating! So exciting! Let's do it again next time."
My wife gently sucked on my penis, swallowing it completely and then slowly spitting it out. I also gestured for my wife to switch to 69, letting me lick her pussy. My wife's pussy recovered quickly, and was once again filled with lustful fluid. Hehe, I've been using this pussy for 17 years.
My mother-in-law and I were both very excited today. We made love happily, thoroughly, and with great excitement.

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