[7-Day Thailand Trip: Couples' Oil Massage] (Full)

A Seven-Day Trip to Thailand: Couple's Oil Massage Experience

By: Lao Zhang

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 go again together if given the chance.

Our seven-day trip to Bangkok, Thailand, was brief, staying at a six-star hotel. The room had a
separate . 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 posture, our buttocks were positioned right in
the middle of the cylinder. The massage therapists would skillfully and slowly lift it up as needed.

The masseuse asked in simple English, "Would you like a back scrub and a bath?" My wife was a little
hesitant 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, with her right hand,
she supported my penis and testicles from under my buttocks and pulled 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 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, 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 ." 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 she could serve my wife. I explained everything to her, and
she nodded in agreement.

The female instructor poured fragrant essential oil on the wife's chest, and the wife let out a soft moan and arched her back slightly. At this
moment, the male instructor removed the towel, and the wife's entire naked body was immediately exposed to the outsiders without any cover. The wife
did not feel shy and even generously spread her legs slightly. The male instructor also poured
essential oil , and the 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. While her breasts are a little small
, they're still just right. Before this trip, my wife and I had discussed it. Massage is a national
art in Thailand, and we decided to do it together, with male and female masseuses. Our discussions

went very smoothly, leading to this unique experience. My wife was thoroughly enjoying herself, completely lost in the moment. The female masseur was skillfully moving her hands across her chest
, and my wife would occasionally arch her chest slightly. I secretly signaled the male masseur to use both palms
to massage the inner thighs near her vulva, while my own hands moved around the sides of her vulva. My wife was
truly enjoying the teasing, unaware that six hands were moving around 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
her vulva . My left fingers gently rubbed my wife's nipples, which hardened with excitement.
With my light touch, the male masseur could tell she was aroused.

I noticed the central column of the massage bed slowly rising, making her vulva even more prominent. The masseur
skillfully combed her pubic hair back with his palm; due to the essential oil, it lay flat
against his skin. Her plump vulva and wetness further aroused me. My

wife's moans became even more lewd: "Ah...ah...so good...husband, husband...
so good...husband..." In decades of marriage, my wife had never felt so excited or stimulated.
She gripped the edge of the bed tightly, 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 , 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 become extremely excited and her whole body would shake violently. While I
was away, 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 played with 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 wife 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, could already
see my wife's 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, the two worked together very smoothly. 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 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.

Male massage therapists undergo training before serving clients, which explains why they
adjust their rhythm based on the client's reactions, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, with
perfect . Initially, they focus on the tip, then the middle section, until the female client becomes excited and arches her back and wiggles her hips.
At that moment, the male instructor knew how to fully penetrate and withdraw.

He said that the female instructors' training was more professional because women's anatomy is similar; they would appropriately
stimulate each other's sensitive and itchy areas, while the male instructors would observe the client's level of arousal and provide appropriate
stimulation, using different rhythms to bring her to orgasm, thus giving the client the most intense enjoyment.

The male instructor also said that Japanese couples were especially bold, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and willing to spend money, with countless variations
. I thought the male instructor was trying to persuade me, because he saw that my wife was extremely aroused and wanted to add more stimulation. I
gestured to him, "This is enough." Besides, I added another session, after all, it was our first time
here.

At this moment, I vaguely heard my wife's lewd moans, and saw the female instructor holding a flea egg, which seemed to be longer than
usual , about 10 centimeters long and as thick as a thumb! The old woman remained curled up in a shrimp-like position. The female instructor held
the vibrating vibrating egg and slid it around the entrance
of her vagina, controlling the intensity of the switch with her left hand. The old woman trembled with excitement again; it turned out that the massage the instructor had done earlier was foreplay.

The instructor gently synchronized the vibration with the frequency, slowly moving in and out of the narrow crevice between the old woman's tightly closed legs.
The old woman was extremely excited again, stimulating herself to the point of crying out, "Ah...husband...I'm coming again...
I can't take it ...it's so stimulating..."

Under the dual stimulation, the old woman 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, while the lewd moans
continued.

The instructor had a good grasp of the old woman's emotions and reactions. At this point, she had the male instructor stand beside the old woman, applying essential oil to
her back and giving a rhythmic massage, and she also had me stand in front of the old woman, so that her hands could hold my waist,
because the old woman would soon be excited and her whole body would twist and undulate.

The female instructor slowly inserted the vibrating egg into the woman's vagina, pinching the wire at the end of the egg with her left hand (
to prevent from getting stuck inside), controlling the intensity of the stimulation based on the woman's level of arousal. The male instructor, also perfectly in sync
, pressed down on the woman's outer thighs with both hands to increase the tightness of her thighs, thus gripping the vibrating
egg tightly inside her vagina. Under the female instructor's skillful control, the woman was stimulated to extreme arousal,
experiencing a surge of , and cried out loudly, "Ah...so good...ah...husband...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 (she said it shouldn't be used for too long, as the client might not be able to handle it, because it was very stimulating). The male instructor picked up a dildo
, applied a little oil, and as soon as the vibrating egg was removed, slowly inserted it into the vagina, the timing perfectly synchronized. The woman tilted her head back and
groaned, "Ah..."

The male instructor rhythmically thrust the dildo in and out of
her vagina . Meanwhile, the female instructor skillfully inserted her middle finger slowly into the woman's anus, eliciting another
long moan from her.

I sensed that the woman was now experiencing extreme pleasure and excitement, driven to a frenzy. Her ten fingertips were
tightly gripping my waist, and I casually rubbed her back.

The female instructor then smoothly inserted and withdrew her entire middle finger into the woman's anus, the male instructor moving
rhythmically in sync with her: the female instructor inserts her finger, the male instructor withdraws the dildo, the male instructor inserts the dildo,
the female instructor withdraws… this in-and-out motion stimulated both of the woman's vaginas; sometimes they changed
the pattern : the dildo and finger moved in and out simultaneously. The 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 her cylindrical erection returned to its normal position.

After tidying her up a bit, the female masseuse turned Grandma onto her back, covering her face and waist with towels,
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 cuddling. I said,
"Wife, isn't that enough? 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 her to switch to
69, letting me lick her vagina. My wife's vagina recovered quickly, and it was filled with lustful fluid again. Hehe,
I've been using this vagina for 17 years.

My wife and I were both incredibly excited today; we made love joyfully, thoroughly, and with great enthusiasm.

Dear readers, I've finished posting the entire story. Thank you for your feedback! As mentioned earlier, this is a true
story . Please don't doubt or speculate; let your imagination run wild!

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