Bring your husband along

My husband and I had dinner with clients tonight for the year-end holiday. Since it was a family affair, all the clients brought their wives, so there wasn't much entertainment after dinner, and we drank quite a bit.

I drank a lot too, but my husband drank a lot because it was a client dinner.

After the clients left, I felt really sorry for my husband, considering how much he sacrifices for the family and how little rest he's had almost all year. So I suggested we go for a relaxing spa.

We took a taxi to this spa, which was quite reputable, so the spa rooms were private.

My husband went straight to his room for a foot bath, while I took a herbal bath.

After my herbal bath, I went to my room, and my husband had finished his foot bath too. We lay on the bed in the bathroom waiting for the masseuses. While waiting, I joked with my husband, "Why don't you find a beautiful woman to do your aromatherapy spa?"

My husband retorted, "Then why don't you find a male masseuse?" And that's how we agreed.

A few minutes later, the masseuses arrived—a man and a woman.

When the male technician was about to start working on my husband, he said, "Wrong, you do her, and the pretty lady will do mine." I noticed the two technicians looked surprised, but they probably prioritized the customer, so they went along with our request.

My husband and I took off our bathrobes, revealing disposable cotton underwear provided by the spa. We lay face down on the bed, and the technician covered our buttocks with a towel, applied essential oil, and began the massage.

The technician was fairly professional, and her technique was decent. At this point, I heard my husband start snoring softly. I called him a few times, but he didn't wake up. I knew he must be exhausted, as he'd been entertaining clients like this every day at the end of the year, always getting drunk and only sleeping 3-4 hours a night. Sometimes he even fell asleep in the bathroom, which broke my heart, so I didn't disturb him and let him continue sleeping.

After finishing his back, they turned him over to work on his front, but the female technician called him several times without waking him. I told her to stop, let him sleep, and we wouldn't continue. So, only the male technician and the three of us were left in the room.

At this point, I could clearly sense that the masseur seemed a little embarrassed. When he massaged my abdomen, I could feel his touch was noticeably lighter, and his eyes kept glancing at my husband. When he massaged my legs, he remained very still and didn't push me too hard. It wasn't until he massaged my inner thighs that I started to react, because I know that I'm naturally more sexually aroused after drinking, and my inner thighs are a sensitive area.

This masseur was definitely not a novice; he could feel my body twitching slightly, so he probably knew that was a sensitive area. He stayed there for quite a while, but still didn't push me too hard.

After finishing my legs, he took a stool and sat down near my head, then started massaging my shoulders.

To be honest, his technique was quite good; at least his massage of my shoulders felt very comfortable. Slowly, his hands moved to my armpits. I'm ticklish, and I laughed every time he touched me. Perhaps my laughter eased his embarrassment, and we started exchanging some small talk, mostly about everyday things.

His hands slowly moved to my armpits, and I could clearly feel his fingers intentionally or unintentionally touching the edges of my breasts. And his fingers got closer and closer to my breasts. I didn't resist him at all, and he probably felt it too. Slowly, his entire fingers touched my breasts.

He suddenly asked me if I wanted some essential oil. I asked if I had to take off my bra for the oil treatment. He said no, probably because he was still wary of my husband being there.

He pulled my bra up completely, and my breasts were fully exposed to him.

He poured on the essential oil and began to caress my breasts with both hands. Slowly, two of his fingers started to rub my nipples. I could feel that my nipples were already very hard from his rubbing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his rubbing. After he rubbed for about ten minutes, he used a towel to dry my breasts and pulled my bra back up.

I knew it was over. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or because I was excited, but I actually told him that my thighs were very sore and asked him to massage them again.

He probably understood what I meant, and he said okay. This time, he clearly didn't touch my thighs, but went straight to my inner thighs. His two index fingers were probably intentionally touching my genitals through my skin.

Seeing that I didn't resist, and hearing my husband's snoring, he became bolder. He inserted his two thumbs inside me and slowly began to explore the edges.

He went deeper and deeper, his entire right hand inside. His two fingers began to pry open my bra and rub me. With his rubbing, my breathing became heavier and accompanied by slight moans. His left hand had already started to rub my nipples inside my bra.

I don't know if he became bolder or if he wanted to stimulate me, but he completely pulled my bra open, pulling it down to my knees. His two fingers on his left hand kept rubbing my nipples, or rather, kneading them, because the pressure kept increasing. Meanwhile, his two fingers on his right hand had entered my genitals and started rubbing my G-spot, while his thumb continued to rub me.

As his fingers moved faster and faster, my moans grew louder. Perhaps because my husband was fast asleep beside me, I suppressed my moans, afraid to let go. I could feel my juices flowing out.

My body began to twitch slightly; I knew I had reached my climax. He probably sensed my change, and he gently breathed into my ear, asking if it felt good. I don't know what came over me, but without thinking, I answered, "Yes, it feels good."

Just then, my husband suddenly rolled over, startling me awake. He was probably startled too, and immediately stopped.

I quickly pulled up my bra and... He immediately grabbed a towel to cover me, told me to rest, and left the room.

I put on a robe and went back to the shower to rinse off, immediately calming down. I realized how bold I had been; how could I have acted like that?

When I finished rinsing and returned to the room, I woke my husband. As he paid the bill at the front desk and left, he asked, "Was it good?" I instinctively replied, "Yes, it felt good." When I saw that strange smile my husband gave me, my heart skipped a beat. I knew that with his experience, he had completely figured something out, but he said nothing, just smiled. I knew this was his way of showing his love and understanding. Having such a husband is my luck. Thank you, my husband, for your pampering and tolerance over the years. Thank you, my husband!

[The End]

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