A chance encounter with a friend's wife

I hadn't been there for about two months, and I hadn't dared to go since the crackdown. That day, I had just finished my night shift, and my neck was killing me from staring at the computer all day. I felt like I'd really regret not going, so without thinking too much, I went to a small massage parlor I used to frequent. It wasn't exactly a "legitimate" place; the services were similar to other shops, except the masseuses all wore matching low-cut tops and short skirts. The massage techniques were pretty good—a full-body oil massage followed by a handjob. Honestly, going to these kinds of places is just about getting cheap, relaxing, and maybe getting a little groping; for more expensive services, I'd
go to a sauna. As soon as I walked in, the owner greeted me warmly: "What kind of service would you like, sir?" "A bath, please," I said without hesitation, and started looking for new customers. Then I noticed a woman with a nice figure, looking down at her phone—something I hadn't seen before. Looking closer, I realized it was my classmate's wife. I never expected to run into her here. My classmate had told me before that his wife worked in beauty, specifically for women. She seemed to recognize me too, and very shyly lowered her head even further, covering half her face with her hair. How could I miss this opportunity? I had to choose her. After speaking with the landlady, she led me into the room. After waiting for about 10 minutes, my classmate's wife finally arrived. At first, I was worried she wouldn't be willing to serve me. Actually, I was a little awkward facing her at first, and I didn't know what to say. Unexpectedly, she spoke first: "Why are you so late?" I replied: "I was working overtime, and I came up to relax after getting tired." Then we started chatting. It turned out that my classmate now frequently works on construction sites, operating road rollers. She wasn't making much money at her previous beauty salon, and she came here to work after being introduced by someone, and it's been about a month now.
After the atmosphere eased, it was time to take a bath. She came over to help me with the bath. I don't know how to describe the feeling. She was of average height, and her appearance was passable after makeup. Since they all wore low-cut, V-shaped dresses, the view inside was absolutely unobstructed up close. Her breasts were not bad; they weren't very big, but they weren't small either. After her bra pushed up, a deep cleavage was clearly visible. By the time I pulled down my pants, my little guy was already bursting out. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw it: "So hard already?" I replied: "Need you even ask? With a body like yours, what man wouldn't get hard?" After taking off my clothes, she started scrubbing my back. It felt so good to have someone scrub my back while I sat in the warm bathtub. After scrubbing my back, she washed my little guy, her fingers stroking him up and down so much I almost ejaculated. Then she started washing me. The feeling of her fingers gently gliding over my skin was so comfortable. My penis remained hard the whole time she was doing it. I really wanted to pounce on her and just start having sex, but that kind of service isn't allowed here. These kinds of places just skirt around that. After the bath, when I got up to get an oil massage, she asked if I wanted to try their "boob massage." Normally, I definitely wouldn't do it, but this was different, so I did it anyway.
We went through the standard oil massage process, which I won't go into detail about, as they're all pretty much the same. Then she started wearing only a pair of underwear, and then she lay on my back, constantly moving her breasts around. I could feel her nipples were already hard. While pushing, she was also running her fingers all over my body, making me feel itchy. Every now and then, she would reach in from behind and stroke my penis. She didn't make me bend over, but instead used her hand to frantically stroke my penis from behind, all the way up to my testicles. It felt like your girlfriend reaching into your pants and playing with your penis. Then she made me kneel down, stroking my penis with one hand while constantly caressing me with the other. Because I had been massaged with oil, my whole body was slippery. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as a real penis, it was still very stimulating when her fingers touched me. Every now and then, she would gently push in, but not very hard, unless you asked her to go in. After about ten minutes of this, she was going to help me ejaculate. I turned over and lay on my back. She started applying some oil to my penis and then kept stroking it. During this time, I kept grabbing her firm breasts with both hands. She wasn't actually overweight, and you could see her collarbones quite clearly, but her breasts were very firm. They were much larger than a hand, felt great to hold, and her nipples were hard, though no longer pink. I could tell she was really aroused by me; her face was starting to turn red. My fingers moved faster, and I wanted to touch her genitals, but she wouldn't let me. Oh well, it wasn't a sauna after all. I ejaculated after only ten minutes of this, and she said I was pretty good; most people would have come much earlier.
After that, every time I passed that place, I considered going back. I really couldn't resist going back.

[The End]

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