[Took my wife to a massage parlor] [Author: blizzard]

In early summer, I took my wife to a massage parlor. She's very traditional and always refused my attempts at a threesome. It took a lot of persuasion, telling her how comfortable and professional the massage was, that I finally convinced her. When we arrived,

I asked a staff member to find a massage room. After we went inside, I told my wife to wait while I arranged a masseur. I found the manager and asked him to find a male masseur for an oil massage (it was for women). He told me to wait in the room. I told my wife I'd be there shortly. A staff member came and told my wife to change. When I looked at her, the clothes were almost transparent—a floral lace nightgown-style top and disposable transparent paper underwear on the bottom. My wife immediately said, "I won't wear this! How can you wear this?" I explained that we had to abide by the rules, and that she couldn't have an oil massage while wearing her own clothes. My wife listened… That was all I could do. A little while later, my wife came out after changing. I was stunned by how beautiful she was! Her breasts were subtly visible; she wasn't wearing a bra, and they bounced beautifully. Her transparent panties revealed thick pubic hair. At that moment, I unconsciously got an erection. Just as my wife settled onto the massage bed, there was a knock at the door. The masseur came in. My wife saw it was a man and immediately looked at me, gesturing for me to tell him to leave. I understood and told the masseur to leave first so I could speak with my wife. After he left, I told my wife that only men were left, and that men's massages were more professional and comfortable than women's. I've already paid the massage fee, and it wouldn't be right not to get it now. You've seen this place; there are plenty of women who come for massages, and if they can get one, so can we. Don't forget, it's a legitimate massage parlor. I finally convinced my wife, and I called the masseur in. He looked to be around 20 years old and fairly handsome. My wife was already facing away from us, her face buried in the pillow. I went to the other bed and pretended to read the magazine next to me, but I couldn't concentrate at all; my mind was completely occupied with how the masseur should serve my wife. At that moment, the masseur told my wife to lie down properly so he could start his service. My wife reluctantly and fidgeted, and then... My wife's voluptuous and beautiful body was practically on full display before the masseur, whose expression remained unchanged. I guess that's what professionalism is. My wife turned her face to one side, her eyes mostly closed, and her face was flushed, probably from shyness. The masseur took out some essential oil and applied it to my wife's stomach. My wife moved slightly, and then the masseur gently massaged her stomach, slowly and softly sliding up her upper body. My wife remained motionless, while my penis grew increasingly erect. I thought to myself, "If only I could see this little slut being fucked." The masseur told my wife that now they needed to... He unbuttoned her clothes, but my wife kept her eyes closed and didn't react. The masseur glanced at me, and I gave him a look to continue. He immediately complied, and his hands trembled slightly. My wife's breasts were immediately exposed to him, and her body moved slightly. I watched as my wife's breasts and the masseur's hands roamed over her body; my penis was about to explode. The masseur's hands moved around my wife's neck, sometimes near, sometimes far from her breasts, but never touching them. At this moment, my wife's face changed, and her breathing became slightly rapid. After a while, the masseur's hands moved to my wife's breasts, and he pinched and massaged them. I got up. My wife seemed to be reaching her limit; her legs were kicking wildly, and she was panting heavily. The masseur's hand moved to her genitals, and I noticed her panties were soaked. He started massaging through her panties, and slowly her heavy breathing turned into moaning and groaning. I was getting increasingly agitated, almost ready to go for it. The masseur slowly pulled down her panties, and wow, her wanton cunt was finally revealed! Her vulva was soaked with vaginal fluid... The two labia were already turned outwards, and a trickle of lustful fluid had flowed down her vagina and into her buttocks. What a wanton slut! The masseur was already erect. If I hadn't been there, he probably would have already pressed down on my wife. He pressed on my wife's genitals, squeezing my wife's breasts with one hand. My wife could no longer suppress her lust. Her lower abdomen rose and fell, and her soft moans had turned into loud lewd cries. The masseur's hands changed from slow kneading to fast kneading. One hand pinched my wife's two labia, and the other hand played with my wife's... His wife's clitoris was visible; her labia opened and closed, and vaginal fluid continuously gushed from her opening. Her moans grew louder; she had reached orgasm. Her lower abdomen heaved rapidly, and her legs kicked wildly. A moment later, she let out a cry and a gush of vaginal fluid flowed out. Her legs stopped kicking, and only heavy breathing remained. The masseur stopped the massage.

Unfortunately, the massage parlor's limits were limited; the desire to have his wife fucked was just a dream.

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