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The story I'm going to tell you today happened last year when my wife was pregnant and went back to her parents' house.
Because she was eight months pregnant, she went to stay with her parents. I would sometimes go to see her, but most of the time I was alone at home, a grown man, and I loved watching porn online, so being alone was really getting to me.
There's a saying, "Today my wife isn't home, I'm so happy, so incredibly happy."
With my wife far away, I was happily free to roam, with no one to restrain me. So, only two days after she left, I missed her terribly, both physically and emotionally. I decided to find someone to take her place for the next 10 or 20 days to ease my endless longing for her.
(Buddha, please forgive me.)
So I went to a massage parlor. Since my wife is henpecked, I rarely go to these places to enjoy myself. I found a mid-range massage and foot bath parlor. Since I didn't have much money and didn't know the rules, this one seemed pretty good. Under the flashing sign, a red banner advertised: Massage, foot bath, bath, back massage, full service 38 yuan.
As soon as I entered, a quick-witted young man ushered me into a private room. After pouring tea, he asked me to wait a moment, saying a waiter would come right away.
A while later, a woman in work clothes came in. She looked about 25 or 26 years old, with an ordinary appearance and average height, but a very thin and bony figure. She asked, "Boss, what kind of service do you want?"
I ordered the full service, so she first had me change into pajamas, which were basically just a pair of pants that went past my knees. While I was changing, she went to get the wooden basin for the foot bath. Shortly after I finished, she returned with the basin and had me put my feet in. After I replied that the temperature was okay, she started rubbing my feet back and forth. Since I'm not a regular at these kinds of places and I wasn't familiar with her, we didn't talk much while she was washing my feet, just chatted casually for a bit.
After the foot wash, it was finally time for the massage. She brought out a bottle of oil and started massaging my body, sometimes tapping, sometimes pushing, the pressure varying. First my arms, then my chest, thighs, etc. When she massaged my inner thighs, I felt a surge of excitement, my penis became erect, bulging high in the crotch of my pajama pants. She pretended not to notice and continued the massage. When she massaged my head, she told me to lie on my back on her lap, while she sat cross-legged. At this moment, my eyes were fixed on her face, my mind wandering, wondering if she would get excited seeing my erection.
The masseuse noticed me looking at her and laughed, asking, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
I said, "I think you're pretty, is that not allowed?" Then I asked her, "What's your last name?"
She chuckled and said, "My last name is Wang, boss, you're just lying."
I said, "No, I'm not lying to you, you have a very sexy figure."
She didn't say anything.
I continued, "Where are you from? Why are you doing this kind of work?"
She replied, "I'm from Yuncheng. This job pays more, much better than being a waitress in a restaurant."
I asked her, "How much do you make a month?" She
replied, "A base salary of 300 yuan, plus massage commission, about 1500 yuan."
I said, "That's not much. By the way, do you do 'that' here?" She stopped what she was doing and asked, "What?"
I said, "Do you have any girls? Can we have sex?"
She said, "No, we're quite legitimate here, we only do massages. We do have one girl, but we can't have sex, only breast massages. Boss, do you want some?"
I asked, "How much?" She said, "168 yuan."
Wow, that's expensive! I said, "No, I have something to do later, I'll leave after my massage." "Hey, how old are you?"
She said, "How old do I look to you?"
I said, "You look like 18 or 19."
She laughed and said, "You're such a liar."
I pretended to be honest and said, "No, what about now?"
She said, "I'm 26."
I said, "Really? You don't look 26 at all, you're so young. Are you married?"
She replied, "Yes, I am. My child is two years old."
I said, "Really? Then why aren't you at home taking care of the child? Where do you live?"
She said, "I live in Hexi (Hexi District in our city). My mother takes care of the child. I don't want to work, but I'm from out of town and want to earn more money so I can go back home and start a small business."
I said, "Oh, so your husband is in Yuncheng?"
She replied, "No, he's here, working as a security guard in a supermarket."
I was surprised and asked her, "So he made you do this job?"
She said, "What's wrong with that? I only do massages, I don't do any other services."
I was a little disappointed, but still said, "So no customers want to have sex with you?"
She replied, "No, usually if a customer wants that kind of service, they won't come to me."
I continued to ask her, "Then don't you go home? It's quite far from Hexi."
She said, "Yes, I go back one day a week, one day off a week."
I then asked, "So you don't go out at night?"
She said, "Why would I go out if there's nothing wrong? This place is so chaotic, and besides, it's not like I can just go out whenever I want. Unless I have something to do, I ask for leave. I usually stay here."
I said, "How much do you get paid for a massage?"
She said, "For a full service like yours, I get 15 yuan. If it's a 100-yuan hand massage, I get 30 yuan."
I said, "You do hand massages?"
She laughed awkwardly and replied, "Yes, we didn't have sex, and I didn't cheat on my husband, haha."
To ease the tension, I changed the subject and said, "What do you like to eat?"
She replied, "Cold noodles, chocolate, pineapple, hot pot, lots of things."
After resting my eyes for a while, I said to her, "Next time I come, I'll ask you to do a massage for me. You can do a hand massage, and I'll give you more money. We don't have to go through the massage parlor, so you can get more money that way, okay?"
She said, "No, it won't work. It wouldn't be good if they found out."
We chatted for a while, and the massage, foot wash, and back massage were all finished. She told me to go take a shower.
I refused, saying I could shower at home.
Finally, I asked her how to find her next time.
She said, "Just call number 8."
After I gave her 50 yuan, she took the money and told me to wait, then paid 38 yuan for me and gave me 12 yuan in change.
I casually said, "Here you go, you did a good job."
She was happy to hear that and put the money away, then asked me if I wanted some more tea.
I checked the time on my phone; it was already 11:30 PM, so I said, "No, I'll change my clothes and leave, I'll drink at home."
I picked up my clothes to change, but seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I shamelessly took off my massage parlor pajama pants
in front of her. My naked body was exposed to her, my penis excitedly showing off, its red, thick glans throbbing. She just glanced at it casually, then turned away, pretending to watch TV.
I got dressed, and she saw me all the way to the door.
After I got home, I turned on my computer and watched porn. While watching, I fantasized about licking Number 8's labia, touching her breasts, and having my penis inside her mouth. I don't know when, but my semen exploded, shooting quite far. (I usually just let it leak out; it rarely shoots out, let alone travels far, sigh.)
Three days later, I changed into dry clothes and went to that massage parlor. I went straight to Number 8 and asked her for the 38 yuan full service.
After watching TV in the private room for a while, she arrived. We did the same thing as last time, chatting and laughing while getting a massage. This time, however, my hands wandered and touched her breasts for a bit, and she didn't object. Her breasts weren't very big, somewhat small, but they felt quite full in my hands, especially her nipples, which were long and thin. This time, I still gave her 50 yuan; after deducting the 38 yuan service fee, I gave her 12 yuan as a tip.
The third time I went to see number 8, I had a few drinks with dinner and watched some porn. I didn't really want to go for a massage, but I was so incredibly uncomfortable, and seeing it was only 10 pm, I got dressed and went. On the way, I bought a box of chocolates—the cheap kind, the big ones for 6 yuan.
This time, I went in and told the receptionist I wanted number 8. The receptionist said number 8 was currently massaging a customer and would probably be done soon, asking if I wanted to choose another one or wait. My choice, of course, was to wait. While waiting, I changed into my pajama bottoms.
Thirty minutes later, I was lying bored in the private room watching TV when the door opened, and there was number 8.
She said to me, "Have you been waiting long?"
I said, "Not long."
She said, "I'll go get the basin."
I said, "Never mind, let's just get the massage done. Oh, and here, this is for you." Saying that, I took the chocolates I bought from my suit pocket and put them in her hand.
She said happily, "How did you know I like chocolate?"
I said, "You told me when I came for massages the last two times, have you forgotten?"
She replied, "Really? You really remembered?"
I said, "Oh, I also know you like hot pot, pineapple, and noodles."
She was delighted, packed the chocolates, kicked off her slippers, got into bed, and half-knelt in front of me to begin massaging me. First, she massaged my back, her fingers moving from my back down to my calves, and also kneading my buttocks about ten times. She hadn't massaged that area the first two times; perhaps she was happy about the chocolates I gave her.
I felt her fingers pressing against my buttocks through my thin pajama pants, and a couple of times she even touched the base of my prostate, causing my penis to involuntarily harden, pressing against the bed, which was very uncomfortable.
After the back massage, I rolled over, lying on my back. By this time, because the buttock massage had lasted quite a while, my penis had softened.
She sat beside me, one leg extended forward next to my head, the other tucked under her buttocks, and stretched out her hands, first pushing back and forth across my chest a few times, then beginning to massage my front. Her fingers moved with varying pressure and speed. To be honest, her massage technique was really good. She deliberately lingered a while on my nipples.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She smiled at me, looking into my eyes, while her index fingers and thumbs formed crab claws, pinching my nipples with moderate force and rubbing them evenly. A pleasure I had never experienced before slowly spread from my nipples to the nerve cells in my body, a tingling, itchy feeling that instantly rushed to my lower body, my penis suddenly stood up, making a small tent in my pajama pants.
Our eyes met. I saw the provocative look in her eyes, but she saw my frenzied desire. Suddenly, she squeezed her fingers together, increasing the humiliation of my nipples.
I made sounds with her movements: Oh... ooh... ah... The excitement made my penis throb and jump upwards, my hands spread out, then closed again, tightly gripping the sheets and bedsheets, crumpling the bedding.
Just as I was struggling to endure her simple yet powerful nipple assault and was about to scream in despair, she released her grip and began massaging my stomach. As soon as my assault ceased, my hands loosened, and the sheets were finally freed from their torment.
While massaging, she asked, "Is it comfortable?"
I replied, "Yes, it's very comfortable. You're amazing."
Hearing this, she didn't say anything and continued massaging. But after her teasing, I began to get restless, one hand casually resting on her foot as I stretched. After a while, seeing that she didn't seem to mind, I slowly began to touch her foot. Her foot was long and slender, with little flesh, highlighting a thin, bony shape. Although she was wearing short, flesh-colored stockings, the calluses on the soles of her feet were still very noticeable—not very thick, but quite hard. Her soles were quite red, appearing vibrant even through the stockings.
Just as my attention was focused on her feet, her hand suddenly moved to my thigh. As she massaged the inside of my thigh, her hand kept brushing against my scrotum, intentionally or unintentionally. I saw her massaging with her head down, and I didn't know if she was lost in thought or staring blankly at the tent my penis was erect.
Honestly, I couldn't take it anymore. Since the first time I asked her to massage me, and then I went home and masturbated, I hadn't ejaculated for almost a week.
Suddenly, I grabbed her foot tightly with one hand and her hand that was massaging my thigh with the other, pressing it against my penis through my pajama pants. Seeing that she was still massaging my leg with her other hand, I knew she was tacitly approving of what I was doing. I started holding her hand and letting her touch my penis back and forth. I also started pulling her foot up to my head, so that her sole was against my face, and then rubbing my face against the sole of her foot.
After a while, I slowly loosened my grip on her hand, and her hand, through my pajama pants, began to tease my penis, moving it up and down through the fabric. Seeing her willingly groping me, I simply let go of her hands and placed my own on her chest, touching her breasts through her work shirt.
I was lucky; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts felt small, but quite firm, indicating they were well-maintained. While I enjoyed her masturbating me, the hand that was holding her foot pulled down her short stockings.
I noticed that although the skin on her feet was thick, it hadn't turned into calluses. Since I really liked slender, flat feet, I kissed her feet and then started licking them. The taste wasn't great; it was a bit salty and astringent, with a musty smell and a slight hint of foot sweat.
At this point, my hand that was holding her breasts also began to move, unbuttoning one of her shirt buttons and slipping my hand inside to directly touch her breasts. The skin wasn't very smooth, nor very rough. Her nipples were not only long, but also very thin, about a centimeter long. Perhaps the nipples weren't actually long, but because they were thin, they seemed longer. Like two people of the same height, one fat and one thin, the thinner one seems taller than the fat one.
Perhaps it was because my tongue licked the soles of her feet that she felt the coolness, she said to me: "Don't lick my feet, they're dirty! Oh dear, take your hands away, what if someone sees?" As she spoke, she pulled my hand out from inside her shirt with both hands and buttoned it up again.
I awkwardly said to her: "Sorry, I forgot to lock the door."
She glared at me, reached out and continued to stroke my penis through my pants, while looking at the TV, watching the drama "Young Justice Bao."
I was secretly delighted, lay down, closed my eyes, and grabbed her hand that was stroking my penis, playing with her hand back and forth. After a while, I said to her: "What should I do if I want to ejaculate?"
She looked at me, put her hand inside my pajama pants, and quickly stroked my penis. When I was excitedly close to orgasm, I grabbed her foot that I had taken off her sock with one hand, and sucked hard on her three or four toes. Finally, with her toes being sucked wildly and her vigorous rubbing, his penis ejaculated.
I relaxed, holding her toes in my mouth as she pulled her hand out of her pajama bottoms, covered in the copious, white semen I'd ejaculated. She took the disposable white towel from the table that had been meant to wipe my feet, wiped the semen off her hand, and then roughly wiped my pants with the towel.
After ejaculating, I was exhausted and yawned several times. She continued to give me a casual massage.
I said to her, "Thank you."
She turned and smiled at me, then went back to watching TV.
We didn't talk much, and after lying down silently for a while, I said to her, "Can I treat you to dinner in a couple of days?"
She looked at me and said, "I can't go out, this isn't going out." I said
, "Didn't you say you could take time off if you had something to do?"
She said, "Well… let me think about it."
I said, "What are you thinking about? It's not like I'm asking you to do anything, just a casual dinner, don't get the wrong idea."
She looked at me and smiled, saying, "I'm not thinking about it, only men like you would."
I said, "Then I'll suggest a time. I'll come find you at 10 PM the night after tomorrow. I'll pretend your family wants you to come home because something's wrong, and I'll call you. How does that sound?"
She thought for a moment and then said, "Okay."
Since she didn't have a cell phone, I asked her to write down the massage parlor's phone number when I paid. I gave her 100 yuan this time, so when she handed me the remaining 62 yuan, I pretended to be generous and said casually, "Here, take it. Buy some more chocolate, eat until you're all plump and healthy."
She slapped me on the chest and said, "You think you're fat? You're still a telephone pole, and you're still talking about me like that." (Note: I'm 180 cm tall, 129 kg, and relatively thin.)
After leaving, I looked at the phone number she had written down for me; her name, Wang Hui, was written on the front of the number.
I finally made it to the night after tomorrow. I washed myself thoroughly at home, especially my penis, repeatedly pulling back the foreskin and washing it several times. Then I turned on the computer and watched some downloaded porn. Around 10 o'clock, I arrived at a place some distance from the massage parlor and called it on my cell phone. A man answered.
I said, "Could you find Wang Hui for me? I'm her family member."
After about 10 minutes, she came out smoothly.
I asked her, "Where would you like to eat?"
She said, "Whatever you want."
I said, "How about we go to Grassland Lamb Restaurant for hot pot?"
She said, "Okay, you still remember I like hot pot, haha."
When we arrived at Grassland Lamb Restaurant, I ordered a table full of sumptuous dishes. Halfway through the meal, I said, "I bought you a cell phone." Then I pretended to rummage through my pockets (completely lying), and then slapped my forehead, saying, "Oh no, I forgot it at home in my rush to leave." Then, with an infinitely sad expression, I pretended to say, "Unfortunately, my wife is home. I told her I'm working the night shift. If she weren't home, I would have gotten it for you when I got back."
She seemed a little skeptical. I added, "I told my wife it was for a colleague at work."
Her eyes held a mixture of belief and doubt, and seeing that I'd had enough, I changed the subject. After we finished dinner and paid the bill, I asked her, "We're finally full, shall we go have some more fun?" Seeing that she didn't refuse, and worried that she wouldn't go if I directly suggested a hotel room, I said, "How about we go clubbing?"
She nodded in agreement.
We had a pretty good time at the club. It was already 1 a.m. when we came out.
I took her hand and said, "Are you thirsty? There's a supermarket up ahead, I'll buy you some drinks."
She said, "No, I'm not thirsty."
I held her hand and slowly walked towards her, saying, "It's so late, we have nowhere to go, how about we find a hotel and stay the night?"
She said, "I don't want to go, I'm afraid you'll do something bad, I don't want to betray my husband."
I patted my chest and assured her, "It's nothing, at most if I want it, you can help me get it, okay?"
She said, "Okay."
As we walked towards a nearby hotel, I thought to myself, "When we get to the hotel, I don't believe you can control yourself, haha." A sinister smile crept across my face.
After entering the hotel and completing the registration and payment procedures, we were finally alone together.
After locking the door, I pretended to say, "It's so hot." Then, quite naturally, I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear.
Seeing her wearing clothes and watching TV, I said to her, "You should take your clothes off too."
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties.
We lay on the bed together, watched TV for a while, and then I said, "You always give me massages, today I'll give you one."
She said, "Are you sure you can do it?
" I said, "Don't underestimate me!" Then I imitated her massage technique, telling her to turn her back to me, and I carefully massaged her back.
I said, "Take off your bra, wearing this is affecting my massage skills."
When I massaged her buttocks, I pinched them and said, "They're so bouncy."
She said, "You're really good at taking advantage."
I said, "I'm not! You've taken advantage of me several times already, and you still say I'm taking advantage, hehe."
After she turned to face me, I removed her bra. Suppressing my urges, I gently massaged her shoulders a few times before placing my hands on her breasts. Her breasts were small and delicate; I could easily grasp them in one hand, kneading and squeezing them like cat claws scratching a tree.
Her eyes were gently closed, trying to suppress the pleasure, but soft moans still escaped her tightly closed lips.
I leaned down, kissing her eyebrows, earlobes, eyes, and then her lips, my tongue forcefully forcing its way through her teeth, entwining with hers. Finally, she couldn't resist the sexual pleasure any longer, pulling me close and passionately returning my kisses. As I kissed her, I removed my underwear, pressing my body against her pelvis, letting my penis rest on it. My hands carefully massaged her lower abdomen, slipping under her underwear to explore her vagina.
Her vagina was already quite wet, sticky and sticky. I inserted my middle finger into her clitoris, my thumb pressing down on it. With my continued stimulation, her whole body trembled. I moved downwards, extending my tongue to lick and tease one of her breasts, drawing circles. It felt wonderful to suckle her nipple; it was thin, like a child's penis. I deliberately made "smacking" sounds while nursing.
I pulled off her panties, pressed myself against her, bent my legs into a kneeling position, lifted her feet, and raised her pubic bone to my chest. I sat up straight and lowered my head. Her vagina had a slight slit, glistening with translucent vaginal fluid, some with tiny bubbles. Her labia were dark brown, the tips almost black.
I nibbled at her vagina, licking the fluid, drawing out long, thin strands. I released her legs, pulled her upside down to my chest, and wrapped one arm around her, parting her labia with the other, exposing her clitoris. I took her clitoris into my mouth and gently sucked.
She moaned softly, her legs moving with my licking, sometimes outstretched, sometimes bent and drooping, half-pressed against my back. Seeing her so shy and wanton, I simply used my tongue to probe and lick inside her vagina, my nose touching her clitoris.
She trembled all over, grabbing my buttocks and saying, "Quick...come in. Don't torture me.
" I lay back, positioning her in a 69 position, and said to her, "You're on top, I'm on the bottom. Come on, rape me, my penis is so uncomfortable, I want to fuck you."
She quickly squatted down, grabbed my penis, and placed it upwards at the entrance of her vagina, starting to make love with me. After less than two minutes, I pushed her off me, pinning her beneath me. Once she had positioned my penis and aimed it at her vagina, I began to thrust forcefully. (It wasn't that I didn't want her on top, but she was so wild; she almost broke my penis several times.)
The bed creaked with my movements, and we were both breathing heavily. Because she was short and petite, her pubic opening wasn't large, making each entry feel very narrow, almost as if my penis was passing between her pubic bones, the friction incredibly pleasurable from start to finish.
I held her tightly, my tongue entwined with her lips; my chest pressed against her breasts, moving back and forth; my penis and pubic hair were covered in sticky fluid, it was hard to tell who had come from, my penis would pull out, leaving a trail, then plunge back in hard.
Suddenly, my heart tightened, and I frantically thrust into her and her vagina, each time with great force and depth, my penis pressed against her vaginal walls, finally plunging to the deepest point, ejaculating.
She hugged me, her legs wrapped around my waist, moaning incoherently: "Ah...ah...so hot...so hot."
I paused for a moment, feeling that my penis could still support itself after ejaculation, and then I thrust my hips back and forth with force. I breathed in her ear and said: "You're so lucky, I didn't expect I could ejaculate and then penetrate again today. It's so good to be with you, I even had a double ejaculation." (Double ejaculation: ejaculating without rest, continuing directly
to ejaculate a second time) Because I hadn't had sex with a woman for about 10 days, I unleashed a double ejaculation, something rare since my marriage and before, so each time I penetrated her deeply, sweat clung to both of our bodies. After penetrating her for 8 or 9 minutes, I really felt exhausted, even the area around my lower abdomen started to ache. So we switched positions, with her on top and me on the bottom, using the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position to make her fuck me.
She sat on my penis quickly and eagerly, and I finally lasted less than 10 minutes before squeezing her two pencil-shaped breasts hard and ejaculating with a loud cry.
From 1 a.m. to 10 a.m. the next morning, we probably did it about 7 times. In the morning, when it was almost time to check out, we took a shower together. While washing her genitals, she showed me her swollen and red vagina, and angrily said to me: "I didn't expect your libido to be so strong! We've been married for a night and you still managed to do it 6 or 7 times. You've almost torn my vagina apart."
I touched her vagina with my hand and said: "I'll bring your phone over in a couple of days, and your genitals will be fine, hehe."
After this time with her, I didn't contact her for 4 or 5 days. When I was online at home, I didn't visit any websites with adult themes, and just played games at most. Because we had done it so many times that day, all my desire was gone.
A day or two later, my wife came back from her parents' house, and I could no longer go to see her. I regret it now; why didn't I go see her again after that? Even if I wanted to now, I wouldn't have the face to see her. After all, I just had my way with her once and then disappeared. Only fragmented memories remain.
Sometimes, when I'm tempted to pick up random flowers, I wonder: Is she still working at that massage parlor?

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