[Modern Romance] A Male Massage Therapist's Essential Oil Massage of a Married Woman: A True Account

I met this couple online. After chatting with the husband for a while, I learned that they had been engaging in group sex for many years and had numerous experiences with multiple partners, including group sex with single men. They had also had experiences hiring male masseuses to massage their wives at motels. He shared many experiences he had arranged for his wife, all of which were quite exciting and stimulating. He revealed that his wife enjoyed the feeling of infidelity and would sometimes cheat on him. She also had several close male friends, some of whom she met online, some of whom were single men she had met through group sex, and some of whom were male masseuses she had massaged. However, the couple kept these relationships private and maintained their privacy. One day, I talked to him about a previous experience of receiving a massage from a male masseuse at a regular massage parlor. My wife felt quite good about it. She said that although she seemed conservative and reserved, she could unleash her inner licentiousness after being guided. She said that she was particularly open when she was alone with a male masseuse. So, I suggested that we could arrange something different. After I briefly described my plan to him, I arranged a date and time to meet them at a reputable massage and wellness center owned by a friend. My husband was quite fit when we first met; tall and slender with a bit of muscle, he looked rather handsome in his shirt, like a typical office worker. My wife nestled shyly beside me. I glanced at her; she was about 160cm tall, with long hair past her shoulders, a good figure, and a pretty, delicate face. She seemed to be a charming woman in her early thirties, dressed with a sophisticated, elegant style. The two looked very well-matched.

As we had agreed beforehand, we pretended not to know each other. I asked him, "Want a massage?" He replied, "Yes." I then asked if we needed to have sex. Before he could respond, I quickly added, "I'm sorry, there are only two single rooms left." They exchanged glances, and the husband immediately said, "It's okay, we can massage separately." Little did she know that we had already laid out our plan, and she was walking right into our trap. She didn't say a word, so I quickly asked them to change into slippers and then led them upstairs. There were four aromatherapy massage suites on this floor, each with a private bathroom. The two suites in front and back were double rooms, and I had already reserved the two single rooms in the middle for them. The two suites in front and back were also occupied by guests. After entering the room, I first told her husband, "Please take a shower first. The masseuse will prepare the essential oils and come to massage him right away." I then turned around and told the wife the same thing in the next room. Then I left and went downstairs. After briefly discussing the key points with another female masseuse, we got the essential oils and went upstairs together. We knocked on each other's doors and entered the massage rooms. I went into the wife's room, while the husband was served by the female masseuse. When I entered the room, she had already finished showering and was standing by the bed wrapped only in a bath towel, stroking her slightly damp hair with a small towel. When she saw me come in, she asked, "Aren't there any female masseuses?" I said I was sorry, there weren't any at the moment, and that this was a very legitimate massage parlor. I reassured her that I would give her a relaxing massage and that it would definitely make her feel comfortable. Before she could respond, I immediately asked her to lie face down on the massage bed. She turned around, a little surprised, and lay down. I then gestured to remove the towel. She looked at me shyly and shifted her body slightly. I easily removed the towel, revealing her completely naked except for a small pair of underwear. She lay there quietly waiting for me to serve her. Seeing her beautiful body, I could tell her skin was incredibly smooth. I was quite surprised to encounter such a wonderful wife. After regaining my composure, I immediately covered her with a large towel and professionally began to give her acupressure massage to relax her muscles. She seemed to enjoy my massage; she probably felt this was a legitimate massage parlor, so she trusted me with her acupressure. After a neck, shoulder, and back acupressure session, I gently pulled the towel down to her waist. She suddenly woke up and turned her head to look at me. I whispered that I was going to start an oil massage and thoughtfully asked, "Are you feeling cold?" She shook her head and lay there quietly. I poured the essential oil into my hands, rubbed them together, and then evenly applied it to her beautiful back. I massaged her bare back and waist, gently applying the oil. I immediately felt how smooth her skin was; my hands could feel the delicate texture of her skin. Even in the dim light, I could still see how good her skin was, and the touch was irresistible. As I massaged her back, my hands occasionally glided over her armpits. When my palms passed under her armpits and inadvertently touched the outer edge of her breasts, I noticed that her breasts seemed quite large. Each touch revealed a substantial amount of milk. Looking at her from the side, I was surprised to see that her breasts, pressed together due to her lying face down, had become full, oval-shaped orbs. Seeing the taut breasts, their lines appeared even fuller and more rounded. The beautiful, rounded shape of her breasts made me swallow hard. The water, deliberately gliding over her several times, brought the moment to the climax. As I removed the towel covering her lower body and was about to pull down her panties, she glanced up. I immediately told her I was going to give her a lower body oil massage. She cooperated by raising her hips, allowing me to easily remove her panties. In the dim light, her long, beautiful legs were revealed, and her round, perky buttocks were stunning to look at. After the oil massage, her buttocks felt incredibly smooth and bouncy, the flesh undulating with elasticity. She remained quiet, completely absorbed in the spa experience. After I finished massaging her buttocks and reluctantly bid farewell to her sexy, perky bottom, I began massaging her legs, starting with her thighs and calves... I pressed down on her ankles and soles, leaving no spot untouched, then gently pressed back down, repeating this several times. My hands then continuously massaged her inner thighs, especially the area between her thighs and buttocks, gently stroking and caressing it. Her anus and labia, hidden among her buttocks, became increasingly alluring as I massaged her. At this point, she didn't notice anything amiss. I think she probably felt this was a legitimate massage parlor and there shouldn't be any problems. I continued to professionally massage her with oil, and because my techniques were close to her private parts, I felt a reaction from her. Every time I was about to touch her inner thighs and vulva, I could feel... She tried to clench her legs due to her sensitivity and tension, her body trembling slightly. I slightly parted her legs and poured a little essential oil from the top of her buttocks. The oil flowed down her anus to her vulva. I slowly slid my fingers down her buttocks, gently and casually gliding over her anus and vulva, then massaged her inner thighs. She seemed to be enjoying it. Gradually, I became bolder in my approach to her vulva. As soon as my fingertips touched the opening, I felt a gush of liquid gushing out, instantly wetting my fingers. The nectar flowed slowly from the opening. I deliberately parted her buttocks with my hands, making her anus open like a flower, exposing her vulva more clearly. Before my eyes, I saw her entire vulva was wet, such a beautiful honey pot! Her labia were so thin and pretty, so alluring! She instinctively and shyly clenched her anus, the contraction clearly visible to me. I gently stroked her clitoris, and she made soft moaning sounds. I felt her desire had been aroused. Then I slowly inserted my fingers, and fluid gushed out like a spring. She cried out, "Oh, no, no, don't do this!" I stopped, asked her to turn over, and gently helped her lie down. She shyly closed her eyes, her legs tightly pressed together, waiting for me.

Then I... Only then did I clearly see her beautiful face, long hair, delicate features, and a beautiful, firm bust of about a C-cup. She was completely naked, exposed before me. She didn't look like a married woman in her early thirties; she looked several years younger, perhaps even 25. Her shy, nervous expression was so endearing. I suppressed my excitement and swallowed hard. My hands slowly began to massage her neck, shoulders, and collarbone, then gently moved to her breasts, circling them clockwise. Sometimes I lightly pinched her breasts, sometimes I pressed acupoints, the pressure varying. Then I heard a soft moan.

Slowly, I massaged her down her slender, smooth abdomen, gently stroking and massaging it. Then, I lightly glided over her pubic area and pressed directly against her inner thighs. She naturally parted her legs, revealing her beautiful vulva to me, allowing me to see more clearly her sparse pubic hair. It seemed she had groomed it. This reminded me of a conversation I had with my husband before, where he mentioned that my wife had undergone pubic laser hair removal, saying it was to wear bikinis and thongs and avoid the hassle of frequent shaving. He said frequent shaving could damage her skin, and it was quite unsightly to have visible hair if not shaved properly. It seemed she really did look like the foreigners in adult films, with a small tuft of pubic hair at the top, neatly trimmed. Her labia were incredibly smooth, and the two hairless labia looked so beautiful. I thought to myself that I would have to savor them a few times later. I first massaged her slender legs with oil, her skin still smooth. I massaged her thighs, calves, and ankles back and forth with oil. Slowly, I moved upwards, reaching the groin. I casually brushed against her labia, causing her to tremble. I brushed against them again, then touched her private parts more clearly. "Wow, her labia are so tender!" I exclaimed. I then deliberately touched her clitoris with my fingertips, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Oh!" At this moment, her vagina slightly opened, and I felt a trickle of lubrication flowing from the opening, forming countless strands between my fingers. I then rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips, massaging the tip clockwise. Finally, I inserted my middle finger section by section into her vagina, feeling how wet and slippery it was. She cried out "Oh!" and I bent my fingers upwards, gently rubbing her G-spot. She began to moan rapidly, her hands involuntarily gripping the towel tightly, her legs naturally spreading into an M-shape, completely relaxed and at my mercy. Her beautiful secret place was already overflowing with fluid, honey-like liquid flowing over her entire vulva, even wetting part of the sheets. Her full vulva was slightly raised, and her clean labia, spread apart by her legs, were also slightly open, like a jade clam just pulled from the water, constantly spitting out honey. The honey-covered labia glistened under the light, as if beckoning me to come and tease them! At this moment, her body honestly kept twisting, and thick honey-like liquid overflowed from her vulva, flowing down her perineum and wetting her anus. Her completely soaked vulva was indescribably beautiful! As I flicked my golden middle finger against her G-spot, she could no longer contain herself. "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...slower...slower...ah," a symphony of alluring moans and gasps began to echo in the room, her body swaying and twisting under the stimulation. As my finger flicked faster and faster, copious amounts of vaginal fluid were scraped out, wetting half my palm. The fluid was thicker and stickier than before. Seeing my beautiful vulva being explored like this, I, as the instigator, felt a great sense of accomplishment! Her legs were slightly raised in the air, her toes tightly intertwined, and she responded with high-pitched screams: "Ah...ah...faster...faster...deeper...faster...ah..." The wanton sounds almost burst out of the door! Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her body tense with excitement as she endured my caresses. Her back arched in ecstasy, her chest trembling slightly in the air, her seductive moans rising in shrill highs, bursting through the room like explosions! After several minutes, her body stiffened and swayed from side to side. Suddenly, her tender opening contracted sharply, gripping my fingers tightly. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and the cries that escaped her lips were drawn out, announcing that she had reached the peak of desire. I knew she had climaxed. I slowly withdrew my fingers. Her face flushed after the orgasm, she smiled and breathed heavily—that expression of pleasure was truly the most beautiful moment for a woman! Seeing her before me, I thought, "She's such a beautiful married woman. At this moment, a woman enjoying an orgasm looks the most beautiful."

I couldn't resist any longer. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and licked her clitoris. She trembled all over, letting out another "Oh." I licked her labia, smooth and hairless—a top-quality vagina I'd never tasted before. My tongue slid down her inner labia to the entrance, penetrating deeper and deeper. She cried out, "No! No, this won't do!" After dozens of repetitions, her body stiffened and trembled violently, her vagina gushing with hot fluid. I realized she had squirted. Seizing the opportunity, I gently sucked on it. "Wow!" So sweet, odorless and fragrant, the aroma filling my mouth. I sucked again, swallowing every last drop. It was amazing! I thought to myself, "I've hit the jackpot today."

I got up and took off my underwear, then gently lay on top of her, face to face. I saw her bright eyes and saw her beautiful features. She shyly turned her head away, and I kissed her cheek. "So fragrant," I said, "a faint, youthful scent." Then I licked her earlobe. She began to wriggle and tremble. I knew this was her sensitive spot. I kissed the back of her ear, the ear canal, the earlobe, and the base of her ear. She began to moan. I continued kissing her earlobe, not letting her off the hook. She couldn't hold back anymore and cried out, "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh...ah!" Then I kissed her neck with my tongue, then moved up to her chin, and then kissed her lips. Our lips met tightly, and our tongues began to intertwine in the small space we created. Suddenly... I felt a current surge through my body. Wow, no way! I felt love for her. We embraced and cuddled like lovers. My little brother was already hard. I used my legs to spread hers, my little brother standing erect at the entrance of her honey pot. Looking at her overflowing little sister, I rubbed the tip of my penis against her jade-like opening, moving it up and down, left and right. The upper part was like a snake kissing, the lower part like close contact. Then I slowly slid the tip of my penis into her tender opening, slowly entering little by little. But I slowly pulled it out, teasing her. Her legs opened and rose on their own, waiting for me. Then I noticed that she slowly moved her hands, which were originally on my back, to my waist, then slid them to my buttocks. Her fingers started to press down on my buttocks. Ha! She's itchy! She wants me to penetrate her. I asked her if she wanted it. She closed her eyes, not daring to answer me. I slowly pulled out my hard penis and waited at the entrance of her vagina, asking her again if she wanted it. She nodded, and I mischievously whispered in her ear, "Tell me to fuck you." She shook her head. I said, "I can't go in if you don't tell me." She started to exert force with both hands again, indicating that she wanted to press my buttocks down. Of course, I refused to do as she wished, continuing to rub against the entrance of her vagina, the head of my penis slightly pressing against the gate. Finally, she surrendered, whispering, "Fuck me." I remained unmoved. She spoke again, in a very coquettish tone, "Please fuck me, please...please!" Ha ha ha, I knew I had conquered her. Seizing the opportunity, I forcefully thrust my already swollen and waiting cock into her, penetrating her all the way in. She screamed "Ah!" at my sudden action. It was really loud; I think everyone in the room on both sides must have heard it. "Wow!" I finally got inside her! I didn't wear a condom, and she actually agreed to it! At this moment, I remained still, my hard penis feeling her vagina. The glans explored like a tongue flicking out, so wet, so slippery, so tight. The feeling of her vagina enveloping me was amazing. Suddenly, I felt her vagina contracting and relaxing, gripping my penis like a sucking sensation. It felt so good! Was this the legendary magic weapon? I quietly enjoyed the feeling. She gripped faster and faster, as if urging me to thrust into her. I started thrusting, using piston-like movements, first with shallow and deep strokes, and then with each thrust going all the way in. I felt each thrust reaching her cervix, hitting the deepest point. She couldn't help but cry out, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand, afraid of being heard. Seeing her expression of pleasure and restraint was so stimulating. After changing positions several times, I signaled to flip her over for doggy style intercourse. Inserting from behind felt even better and deeper. Her vagina was so tight. Her hole was shallow, and with each thrust, I felt it reach the very bottom. I wondered if she and her husband did this often? How could she leave such a wonderful hole for me to enjoy? Ignoring that for now, I continued thrusting wildly. She started screaming hysterically, "I can't take it anymore! I can't take it! I can't take it! Help me! Help me!" Wow! She even blurted out "Help me!" Of course, I had no choice but to help her. Your husband can't save you, so come to me for help from now on! I figured the neighbors must have heard her screaming. Then I heard the door open next door, and footsteps in the hallway. I continued thrusting hard, "slap, slap, slap!" She screamed loudly, wanting everyone to know I was fucking her. Suddenly… Hearing someone outside say, "That's outrageous! Why are you yelling so loudly? Aren't you ashamed? Hahaha!" I felt so good, how could I be ashamed? She started convulsing again, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, lifting her head and screaming wildly. I knew she had another orgasm. I also discovered that she orgasmed more easily from behind. I had truly explored all her sensitive spots. I sped up my movements, took a deep breath, and with one last thrust, I pushed deep inside, pouring my semen into her womb, ejaculating it all inside. She trembled for a long, long time, feeling like she sprayed so much—it felt so good. Slowly pulling out, I saw her lying limply on the massage bed, still enjoying the orgasm.

I gently stroked her and kissed her cheek. She rolled over and hugged me, and we started French kissing again. Her lips moved to my chin and kissed my broad chest. I sat up in a half-kneeling position, and she lay forward in a doggy-style position. Her tongue slid over my navel, licking all the way up to the head of my penis, then back and forth licking the sensitive spot on the glans. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and licked the shaft, down to the base, and then up the shaft. Then she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. Wow, "It feels so good!" My penis, which had already softened slightly after ejaculating, was aroused and swelled up again. Seeing her sucking and licking so diligently, I leaned back in ecstasy. Ah, "What more could I ask for in life? She's such a wonderful wife."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. After I answered, I heard the shop assistant say that it was time and her husband was waiting downstairs. She got up and sat down, and we looked at each other deeply, feeling a strong sense of reluctance to part. I knew she had feelings for me; I had aroused her desire. We immediately got out of bed, and I helped her into the bathroom to shower. Due to time constraints, after applying shower gel to her body, we took a quick shower. I used a towel to dry her off completely. After we were both dressed, I embraced her tenderly and shared a deep French kiss. Then I asked her if I could have her phone number. Without hesitation, she whispered her number in my ear. Then we opened the door and stepped out. Our hands, which had been tightly clasped, slowly and reluctantly parted. We went down the stairs to the lobby. I saw her husband watching us, observing us with an indifferent expression. The others glanced sideways and chuckled. I felt they all knew what had happened in the room; her husband definitely knew I was with his wife. We didn't say a word, just looked at each other deeply, and watched them leave. She probably thought it was just between the two of us. I watched them walk away into the crowd. This encounter left us with a deep and complex feeling. I believed that inviting her again and arranging another meeting would be quite easy, and I was confident she would become my long-term sexual partner.

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