Wife and Massage Therapist

I'm 40 years old this year, and my wife is 6 years younger than me. She's young and beautiful, with a great figure—straight, slender legs, a perky bottom, and while her breasts aren't huge, they're very firm. She's also exceptionally pretty, with fair skin; she's the kind of beauty that catches your eye at first glance. My wife is cheerful and very lively, so many people who don't know her age think she's still in college. When I walk down the street with her, we always attract a lot of attention. I look older, so when we go out together, people often think we're from two different generations.

We met and got married two years ago. During that time, I basically had sex with her whenever I had the chance. Although she's young, she has a very strong sex drive, and it takes her more than three times to satisfy him each time. At my age, satisfying this young beauty isn't an easy task, but luckily, I'm also a womanizer and have relatively strong sexual ability, so we've had a relatively harmonious relationship.

After marriage, because we're both busy with our own lives, this kind of thing sometimes gets neglected, and it seems my interest in it is waning. Seeing such a beautiful woman sitting at home every day felt like a waste.

Then something happened that changed everything. I accidentally joined a group for massage services—specifically, massages for women. These were women who could be brought to orgasm by muscular men. I have a bit of a cuckold fetish, and since my lovely wife wasn't getting the satisfaction she used to get, I contacted some of the masseuses in the group and sent them pictures of my wife. They sent me theirs in return. They were all wearing only underwear, and they were indeed very handsome, with large, muscular bodies and big, erect penises. Even I got a little excited, let alone my wife.

I'd discussed this idea with my wife before, and often subtly brought it up with her. At first, she wasn't comfortable with it, but being young and practically a 90s kid, she's quite open-minded about these things. Eventually, she reluctantly agreed, saying she could try it—just a simple massage, but a little more intimate. Hearing this, I quickly showed her the photos I'd collected. My wife shyly pointed to one of the masseuses. I looked at him, and wow, he was absolutely muscular! I said, "Honey, you have quite the appetite!" My wife nudged me and said, "You're so naughty! What if he does *that* to me?" I said, "Don't worry, they're all very professional. Unless you can't resist, haha."

After some communication, we set a time, choosing a weekend evening. The masseuse was punctual, arriving at my house right on time. Seeing him in person, he was even more impressive than in the photos. My wife's face immediately flushed. I knew I was in for a surprise.

The technician was indeed very professional. He chatted with my wife first, mainly praising her, and of course, my wife definitely deserved praise. After chatting for a while, the technician suggested that we take a shower first, and then he would provide the service in the bedroom. I told my wife to shower first, and then I privately asked the technician, "Are you going to shower too?" The technician said yes, and that during this kind of service, both parties would likely be completely naked in the latter half... Hearing this, I was already hard. My lovely and beautiful wife, going to be naked in bed with this muscular man... Just thinking about it was incredibly exciting.

After my wife finished showering, she went into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Before going in, she secretly glanced at the technician and then went into the bedroom. While the technician was showering, I told my wife to take the towel and make the bed. My wife covered herself with the blanket and lay down on the bed. I asked if she was nervous. My wife said, "I'm so nervous. Are you really sure? You have to be there during the massage." I said, "Of course. After the massage, we're going to have sex." My wife said, "You're so naughty, letting someone else touch me."

After the masseur finished showering, he came out wearing only a tight pair of underwear, revealing his large penis. He went into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and took out some essential oils and towels from his bag. Turning to my wife, he gently said, "Beautiful lady, can we begin?" My wife nodded. Then, the masseur had my wife lie down, slowly pulling the blanket up to her waist. He poured some essential oil and began to massage her back evenly, starting from her shoulders and gradually moving downwards, massaging both sides. His movements were slow and gentle.

After a while, the masseur pulled the blanket down a bit, revealing half of her buttocks. My wife, embarrassed, buried her face in the pillow. When the masseur saw my wife's buttocks, he showed a look of surprise. I knew he was captivated by my wife's shapely buttocks. The masseur leaned down and said to my wife, "You are so beautiful," and began to massage her buttocks rhythmically. My wife started to pant softly, lifting her head to change direction. I saw her face flushed; she was enjoying it.

At this moment, the masseur pulled the blanket down completely, revealing my wife's perfect body to him. She was so beautiful, so youthful. The masseur's genitals were also quite swollen. He climbed onto the bed, placing his legs behind my wife on either side, in a prone position. He spread her legs and began to roughly caress her arms, shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs, occasionally bending down to rub his body against her back, buttocks, and legs. My wife was now breathing heavily, and I saw that her private area was very wet. I think she was now eager for someone to penetrate her.

Actually, the massage had only just begun. After a while, the masseur, lying on top of my wife who was panting heavily, whispered something in her ear. My wife smiled and nodded. Then the masseur got up, and my wife rolled over on the bed! It turned out the masseur wanted my wife to turn over. Then, he pulled down his only piece of clothing, his underwear, revealing his enormous penis. Wow, what a sight! Beside my fair-skinned wife on the bed, a muscular man with a penis about 18 centimeters long. My wife gasped; it was much longer and thicker than mine.

The masseur then positioned my wife, placing his hands on either side of her and spreading her legs. My wife and I both cried out, "No!" The masseur smiled and said, "It's not about sex, don't worry."

He leaned down and, similar to the previous caresses, began rubbing my wife from the front, starting with kissing her neck, just like our foreplay. He moved downwards, kissing her breasts, slowly circling them, then taking her nipple into his mouth, rotating his tongue and sucking. My wife couldn't resist; her nipples are her most sensitive spot. Moved, she wrapped her arms around the masseur, her lower body actively rubbing against his penis. The masseur had kissed her entire body, then tightly embraced his wife, trying to touch her lips. His wife reciprocated, and they began a passionate kiss, the sounds of their saliva filling the air.

Their upper bodies were intertwined, and the wife was panting heavily. The masseur then began to move, pressing his penis against her vulva. With just a little effort, he could penetrate her. But he didn't. Instead, he kept stimulating her, at most parting her labia, inserting the glans only a tiny bit, then immediately withdrawing, repeatedly stimulating her clitoris. Then he would part her labia again, inserting a little more, then withdrawing, never actually penetrating her. The wife was utterly confused, telling the masseur, "I can't take it anymore, I need it so badly." The masseur then began vigorously thrusting his penis into the wife's clitoris, repeatedly poking and sliding it back and forth. The wife was already moaning, almost screaming, her arms tightly wrapped around the masseur, kissing him passionately. As the frequency increased, she let out a scream, and her lower body gushed out streams of fluid—she had orgasmed! She had squirted!! The masseur continued to vigorously stimulate her clitoris, and she continued to gush, her body convulsing. After about

a minute of stimulation, the masseur's movements gradually slowed. The wife had essentially lost consciousness, lying on the bed with glazed eyes, letting the masseur caress her body. He touched her entire body, including her genitals, before reluctantly leaving her. Turning to me, he said, "My massage for today is finished. Now it's time for cleaning up and finishing up." Looking at his erect penis, I felt a pang of guilt; facing such a beauty, he could only serve her, unable to ejaculate.

I was tired of watching, so I said I was going to go to the living room to have a smoke. You stay here and watch over her. Then I went to the living room, lit a cigarette, and looked into the bedroom. The masseuse was sitting next to his wife, tidying up essential oils and towels, etc.

About half an hour later, my wife regained consciousness. The masseur had stayed by her side the whole time, his penis still erect, clearly showing how attracted she was. He told her there was one more service to complete: he needed to wash her. He then picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door ajar to prevent any misunderstandings. I peeked through the crack and saw him patiently washing her. She sat on the edge of the tub while the masseur bent down to bathe her. Then, she leaned down and whispered something in his ear, and he whispered something back. Turning to me outside the door, he said she wanted one more service. I told him it was fine as long as she liked it. The masseur

then helped my wife stand up, had her hold onto the edge of the tub, and began kissing her back, buttocks, and legs from behind. Then, he popped his head between her legs and began giving her oral sex. My wife started moaning loudly again and pressed his head against the masseur's head, seemingly enjoying it immensely. After arguing for about 10 minutes, the wife was almost unsteady on her feet. At this point, the technician stood up, embraced her, and slowly inserted his penis between her legs, beginning to stimulate her clitoris as before—parting her labia, inserting the glans, and then withdrawing to stimulate the clitoris.

When he parted her labia for the nth time and inserted the glans, the wife leaned back—yes, she did it willingly. With that, the penis went in halfway, and the technician couldn't help but gasp. The wife cried out, and I was startled. Then the wife said, "Give it to me, I need your penis inside, I need it, it's so itchy inside." The technician, abandoning his professionalism, became lost in the moment. He embraced the wife and slowly inserted the remaining half of his penis, about three-quarters of it, then pulled it out, then inserted it again, rhythmically beginning a piston-like motion.

I stood outside the door, feeling uneasy, yet strangely excited by what I was seeing. My wife was right in front of me, being penetrated by a handsome, muscular man—and she had asked for it. I said to the two passionate lovers in the bathroom, "Since we're going to have fun today, let's make it good. But I'm warning you, honey, you're in your fertile period today, so he can't ejaculate inside you. Otherwise, you can do whatever you want."

They seemed encouraged and began thrusting even more wildly. The masseur covered my wife's breasts with his hands, attacking from behind with increasing force and deeper penetration. Finally, with a shudder, my wife felt his entire penis inside her, and then it stopped moving. He had penetrated all the way to her uterus!

My wife trembled violently, almost collapsing. The masseur picked her up, walked past me, and returned to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and quickly inserted his penis all the way back in, afraid her cervix would close. He began thrusting vigorously, pulling the entire length out and back in with each thrust, tearing out the tender flesh of the vaginal walls.

After about 20 minutes, roughly a thousand thrusts, my wife had already had four orgasms. At this point, the masseur increased the speed of his thrusts, seemingly close to ejaculating. My wife then tightly embraced the masseur, pleading, "Don't pull out! Please, ejaculate inside my uterus! I want a complete sexual experience! No one has ever given me such pleasurable sex! I want you to ejaculate inside me! I want you to ejaculate inside me!" The masseur was on the verge of ejaculation, but my wife's tight embrace prevented him from pulling out. With a loud shout, he slammed his penis deep into my wife's vagina, his scrotum throbbing as he began pouring semen into her uterus. My wife reached her fifth orgasm the instant the semen entered her uterus. The ejaculation lasted about half a minute; I wonder how long they'd been storing their semen for this kind of work—it all came at once, all inside my wife's uterus.

After ejaculating, the masseur lay on top of my wife, and the two of them enjoyed the afterglow of their orgasm. I'm sure the masseur doesn't have many opportunities to have sex with such a beautiful wife, and today he even had complete intercourse with internal ejaculation. They lingered for about five minutes, and the masseur's penis still wasn't completely soft. The masseur got up and withdrew his penis from my wife's body. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, indicating that a considerable amount of semen had been ejaculated inside. Because he had penetrated her uterus, all the semen was inside her, so after the masseur's penis left her body, the cervix closed, locking the semen inside, and no semen flowed out.

Fearing that my wife might be pregnant, I gently pressed on her lower abdomen and spread her legs. My wife was already unconscious at this point, letting me do as I pleased. A while later, semen began to flow from her lower body—the semen that had just been ejaculated. It flowed for a long time, leaving a large puddle on the sheets, almost half a cup. With so much semen inside my wife's uterus for five minutes, it would be difficult not to get pregnant!

Because the technician ultimately failed to uphold his professional ethics, I didn't pay him, and he refused to pay me either. Of course, he was being lenient by not paying me, let alone asking for money. Before leaving, the technician said he hoped to have another opportunity to serve me. I figured he definitely wanted to.

After this incident, my wife became addicted to this, actively inviting the same technician to our home, and it was always the same technician. To satisfy my wife, I acquiesced, and sometimes the technician would come even when I wasn't home. Later, my wife and I basically stopped having sex. Every night, my wife would invite him over, and after showering, they would go into the bedroom and not come out. Loud moaning could be heard coming from the bedroom. Every morning when I went in, I couldn't find a condom or any traces of semen on toilet paper. Later, my wife told me that the man always ejaculated inside my wife's uterus, and then they would sleep with penetration, and the semen would basically be absorbed the next day.

The relationship lasted for six months, during which the wife became pregnant four times. Every time I took her to have an abortion, I would ask her, "Do you still want to see him?" She would say, "As long as he is willing, I will sleep with him."

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