Slowly betraying her husband

This post was last edited by jkk5056 on 2021-5-21 19:52.

The work at the company is never-ending. If you don't take care of yourself, your body will be worn down by work. Without good health, there's no quality of life, and no amount of money will help. Especially for women, appearance is so important. A busy work schedule coupled with unpleasant emotions will only make you age faster. Aging means losing your husband's affection, and without affection, where is the passion? I

've been at this company for almost seven years. I've worked tirelessly for my career, rising from a junior employee to a regional manager. It's been very fulfilling, but also incredibly tough. I have less time to enjoy life, and the overtime hours are countless. I feel most guilty towards my husband because his job was as a driver at my previous company—a very regular, not busy job. He quietly took on a lot of housework.

From when I graduated and joined my first company, we met, fell in love, got married, and had children. He has always cared for and tolerated me. Because he wasn't very educated, he initially drove a truck for the company. With my help, he learned some basic English and later drove for his boss. The foreigners at the American company valued drivers who could speak some English.

He was honest, kind, and had a good temper. Whenever I was upset or unhappy at work, just thinking of my happy home and my husband, who had loved me unconditionally for years, made me feel incredibly happy. Thinking about this, I suddenly glanced at my watch; it was already nine o'clock at night. It was Saturday, so I decided to go home early. I drove home, and he was helping our son memorize English words.

"Mom, I learned a few more words today! Come here, I'll read them to you!" our son exclaimed excitedly as he ran home.

"Okay, okay, my little darling, you're my hero, you're the best!"

"Have you eaten?" my husband asked with concern.

"I didn't get any. Is there anything to eat at home?"

"You always forget to eat, it'll ruin your stomach. I'll bring you some snacks next time. Sit down for a bit, I'll heat up your food."

"Son, come tell Mom about your English." After finishing my meal and playing with my son for a while, it got late, and my husband started putting him to bed. I stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom. After a long day, the warm bathwater gently massaged my body, making me feel incredibly relaxed.
Admiring my body in the bathroom mirror, I realized my husband loves me so much because of my natural good looks. I'm 165cm tall, with smooth, fair skin. Although I've given birth, my postpartum recovery has been very successful. My breasts are full and firm after weaning, and my buttocks are especially flat; almost no one can tell I've had a child. Because I was worried about vaginal laxity, I opted for a C-section.

The bath soap bubbles slid over my body as my hands glided over every inch. I closed my eyes, gently pinching my left breast with my right hand, imagining it was a man's hand. My nipple hardened from the kneading, and soon my left hand involuntarily moved towards my genitals.

It was hot. I lifted my right leg off the edge of the tub, my hand heavily caressing my vulva, imagining it was a man's large hand roughly stroking it. Soon my clitoris needed my middle finger's touch. My middle finger circled my clitoris repeatedly, and it really felt like a man's powerful tongue, making me a little excited!

"I should hurry up and finish showering! I can have some fun with my husband tonight." Thinking this, I felt my face getting hot and my heart racing.

Lying in bed, seeing that my husband hadn't moved at all, I felt a little disappointed. I should take the initiative! We've been married for years anyway. I turned to my side and rested my head in my husband's arms. He gently put his right arm around me. I lightly touched his penis with my right leg and kept stroking his chest with my right hand. My husband is from the north. He is 178 cm tall and has a strong build. I was conquered by his skills in bed back then. Thinking about his valiant appearance, my heart started to race again.

His nipples were already hard from my touch, and my hand slowly moved to his penis, which was also rock hard. I gently slipped my hand inside his underwear; it was very hard. I stroked it up and down with my hand; it was huge, I couldn't even hold it all with both hands. His two cute testicles, one big and one small, were soft. He started breathing heavily as I touched him.

Excitedly, I pulled off his underwear, knelt between his legs, and first used the tip of my tongue to lick his penis from bottom to top, like licking an ice cream cone. My husband groaned from my stimulation, and the sound excited me even more. Soon, I took his entire glans into my mouth; it was so long, I couldn't swallow it all even if I pushed it all the way down my throat.

I kept massaging his penis with my tongue, imagining my mouth as my vagina. I carefully felt the impact of his penis with my mouth and the hardness of his penis with my tongue. My husband was tormented by me, moaning "Ah ah" incessantly.

My husband pounced on me like a wild beast. I obediently lay flat on the bed, his thick lips tightly enveloping my nipples, his powerful tongue licking them rapidly.

Goosebumps rose all over my body; it felt so good! I pulled his other hand to my other, empty breast, and he continued to suckle both my nipples. His tongue felt like it was electrified, the current traveling from my nipples through my body, finally converging on my vulva, which was incredibly itchy. I wished he had two tongues, sucking on my clitoris at the same time. I placed his hand on my vulva, and he continued to suckle my nipples while caressing my clitoris. I screamed, screaming wildly.

It was unbearably itchy, so I pushed his head between my legs with both hands. His thick lips and powerful tongue began to caress my vulva. My body trembled as I felt it, like being electrocuted, the stimulation unbearable.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! I can't take it anymore..." I pleaded. My husband obediently parted my legs and thrust in all the way with a "plop." I immediately felt his hard penis fill my entire body. I squeezed tightly, trying to contract my vagina, and my husband began to thrust. My vagina was being pounded by his penis; it felt so good, I wished it would never stop.

After a while, I gradually felt his penis lose its hardness. I opened my eyes and looked at him, noticing a pained expression on his face. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"It hurts a little," he said, stopping.

"What happened?"

"It's probably because my prostatitis has worsened."

Yes, my husband had prostatitis from sitting for long periods while driving. I touched his face with both hands and asked pleadingly, "Can we still do it?"

"Probably not, it hurts a lot." After saying that, his penis went completely soft.

My burning body felt like it had been doused with cold water. He collapsed onto the bed, turned his face away, and fell silent. I sadly leaned against him and murmured, "Shall I go to the hospital with you tomorrow?" He said, "I'll go by myself." I didn't say anything more and just fell asleep.

The busyness of work sometimes leaves me breathless, and when things get complicated, I sometimes lose my temper and can't help but snap at my subordinates. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her face, Accountant Sister Wang walked in. "Kiki, what's wrong? You don't look well. Did you work overtime again? You're the hardest worker in the company. Women, don't work too hard, it ages you faster. Get some facials or spas now and then. Skincare is important. Many of the women in the company get regular treatments. Which clinic do you go to?"

"I don't have time! I'm too busy!"

"Oh dear, that really won't do! Look at David, that young man. He goes to the gym regularly and gets regular skincare! Nowadays, everyone, men and women, should pay attention to skincare!" As she spoke, her colleague Lisa also entered.

"Look at Lisa's skin, it's a perfect example of spa treatments! Not only is her face radiant, but everything else is smooth too!" Sister Wang flattered Lisa as she entered.

"Oh dear! Women should take care of themselves, Kiki-jie should be careful, or you'll age even faster. Royal Spa is my favorite, you should go sometime!" Lisa introduced proudly.

"I've heard you guys talk about it all the time, but I've never been! I heard they do things like bleaching your nipples and shaping your pubic hair into a sexy look?" Sister Wang asked eagerly.
"Yeah! You'll look like a young girl afterward, Sister Wang, do you want to get transformed?" Everyone laughed.

"Won't it be a man doing your haircut?" Sister Wang asked mysteriously.

"You'll find out when you go." Lisa mysteriously turned and left, and I went back to my office.

David is my business assistant, this young man is very fashionable and always attracts a lot of attention from the women in the company. Just then, he returned to his seat from elsewhere. For the first time, I paid close attention to him. His skin was a dark, athletic color, and he was very robust, clearly someone who exercised regularly. As he got closer, I noticed his face was very smooth; he hardly looked like he was in his early thirties!

Suddenly, he noticed me staring at him. "Kiki, I haven't sent you last week's client report yet. I'll send it right away," David said quickly.

"Oh, okay!" As we passed each other, I could still smell a faint scent of perfume.

The Dynasty Hotel is very famous, a full-service entertainment center; the spa is just one part of it, and it's extremely expensive. I'd heard about it from friends. Hearing my colleague say this made me a little itchy to try it myself. I took out a small mirror from my bag and carefully looked at my face. Sigh! I've definitely gotten a lot more wrinkles. Thinking about it, it's true; I'm always working, never really enjoying anything. My husband is sick too; life is just gray.

My nose stung, and I couldn't help but cry. I'm not working overtime today; I'm going to relax! I left the company at six o'clock, grabbed a quick bite, and drove to the Royal Spa.

After ordering a full spa treatment, I was led by a lobby manager to a very luxurious room. The room was lit in pink, and filled with a pleasant fragrance. Looking around, I saw a large LCD TV on the wall, a large, expensive-looking jacuzzi, two identical massage beds, a comfortable-looking red sofa, and an antique-style coffee table. Overall, it felt very clean and hygienic. A

female attendant asked me to sit on the sofa and handed me a cup of special tea. It smelled wonderful, and she said it had a calming effect. I lay on the sofa, sipping the fragrant tea; it was truly comfortable and relaxing. The attendant turned on the TV, gave me the remote, and asked me to wait a moment before leaving.

A moment later, the waitress came in and first covered my entire body with a large white bath towel. Then she took off my shoes and put a pair of pure cotton slippers on me. Next, she washed and dried her hands, then reached under the towel and gently began to undress me completely. I lay naked on the sofa, covered by the towel. The whole process was very gentle and attentive.

She then carefully hung my clothes on hangers, rolled up my underwear and bra, and placed them separately in a pretty paper bag. Next, she filled the bathtub with water and sprinkled many flower petals on the surface. After that, she asked me to come and test the water temperature. I walked to the tub wrapped in the towel, touched the water, and nodded to indicate that it was comfortable.

She gently removed the towel, and I stepped into the tub and lay down comfortably. She then turned on a tap, and the water in the tub began to flow, with many bubbles washing over my body, and I could smell the fragrance of flowers. She said she was going to get other items and asked me to rest for a while. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, and my tense heart gradually relaxed.

About twenty minutes later, a girl dressed in blue came in and introduced herself as a facial therapist. She helped me lie down on the massage bed and started with a Thai-style shampoo. After washing my hair, she massaged it for a while, which I thoroughly enjoyed. She then washed my face and ears, offering helpful beauty advice throughout. She was very attentive. Afterward, she politely asked me to rest for a moment while another therapist came. I closed my eyes and listened to music on the TV.

About ten minutes later, a female therapist entered, smiling. She was probably in her early twenties, with healthy, tanned skin and a great figure—clearly carefully chosen. She washed her hands and began applying body wash to my entire body, scrubbing every inch of my skin meticulously. The smooth feeling was incredibly comfortable, reminding me of the self-massage I had experienced that day.

Then she began gently scrubbing my pubic hair. I started to get a little nervous; this was the first time someone had cleaned my private parts. After washing my pubic hair, she rinsed my genitals with a small amount of water, leaving only my genitals completely clean.

I was puzzled when she explained that this area needed to be washed with a special women's bath wash, containing unique medicinal properties that offered excellent health benefits and could be used inside the vagina without irritation. She then began to slowly apply the special bath wash to my genitals, which felt very comfortable, and I relaxed again.

She took a very soft little brush and gently brushed the folds of my labia, even lifting the clitoral foreskin and brushing it a few times. I closed my eyes, feeling a little excited, but trying to remain calm.

Then she switched to a round-headed brush and began to wash my vagina, slowly inserting it inside. This felt even gentler and more comfortable. After applying shower gel, she started rinsing my vagina. She took a disposable plastic bidet filled with hot water and slowly inserted it. The hot water flowed out, and the masseuse's movements were very gentle; I could barely feel anything moving inside. It cleaned me thoroughly.
After washing, she dried me off with a towel. Then she said she would do some pubic enhancement. I thought, "This is what Sister Wang and Lisa talked about, so let's try it!" First was hair removal. She asked if I wanted the hair on my labia removed. I said, "Let's remove it! It looks nice this way."

After the hair removal, I touched my labia, and it felt so smooth and tender. Next, she did a bleaching treatment. This bleaching technique is advertised on TV every day, but this was my first time doing it. I wondered what it would look like afterward. I was so excited.

She applied medication to my labia, anus, and nipples. It was very stimulating; the feeling of being touched by someone else was completely different from touching myself, and I had to pretend to be calm. After a massage and heat treatment, she handed me a small mirror to see the results. Sure enough, my labia and anus had turned pink, just like a young girl's. Especially my nipples, which were originally brown, were now pink. I smiled with satisfaction.

Finally, she gave me another full-body wash, dried me off, and then told me to lie down on another massage bed. Next,

she said that a male masseuse would be massaging me. I was startled, thinking I hadn't heard her clearly. She explained that this was a special treatment for women's reproductive health at the Royal Spa, designed according to physiological science. She said that the oil massage only achieves its best effect when performed by a male masseuse. A male massage can create a psychological and physiological change, regulating the endocrine system and greatly improving a woman's skin.

After the oil massage, the vulva will become congested due to stimulation. The best way to reduce this congestion is to reach orgasm, thus balancing the body's endocrine system, which is very beneficial. To reach orgasm quickly, a male massage is the best choice. Don't think of this as a pornographic service; it's actually a form of health treatment.

I hesitated. I thought of my husband at home, feeling conflicted. After all, no other man had ever touched my body except my husband, but this was just a health treatment! Then I thought, since Lisa and my friend recommended it, it must be true. And the massage of my genitals had been quite arousing; to be honest, I really wanted to continue. So, I accepted.

After a while, a male masseur came in. My face immediately turned red. He looked very tall and strong, with bronze skin, the kind of muscular build. I lay there, too embarrassed to move.

I could hear him mixing massage oil, and from the sound, it seemed he was adding a small amount of water to dilute it. Suddenly, he poured the mixed oil onto my back, apparently to begin the massage. The slightly hot oil felt incredibly comfortable, especially as it slowly flowed down my buttocks, feeling extremely warm.

Then he began the massage, first using his large, rough hands to slowly and carefully spread the oil evenly on my back. Gradually, his large, rough hands slowly slid down from behind to my breasts. Thanks to the essential oil, they easily reached my nipples. This was the first time a man other than my husband had touched my breasts like this, and I felt extremely shy, yet I dared not move.

His movements were very careful and gentle, and soon I felt an indescribable sense of security and trust. He stroked very gently, his fingers slowly and softly gliding over my nipples; it was not only tingling but also itchy—it felt so good! I was incredibly excited by his touch, and for some reason, I was eagerly anticipating when he would massage my genitals.

Finally, he began massaging my buttocks. It felt wonderful; his hands slowly slid down through my groin, quickly reaching my vulva, and he began massaging there. His fingers skillfully and gently caressed my labia, my heart pounding. I felt incredibly excited because I had just removed the hair from my labia, making that area particularly sensitive.

When I felt my vagina start to secrete fluid, he turned me over, his large, rough hands slowly parting my tightly closed legs. Perhaps it was the effect of the essential oil, but my genitals slowly began to heat up, and soon a strange warmth came from below. Strangely, I opened my eyes and, oh my god! He was licking my labia with his tongue!

I was terrified and panicked, but the feeling was also incredibly pleasurable, especially when his tongue entered my vagina—or rather, penetrated it. He sucked hard and relentlessly, and I was completely overwhelmed by his tongue. My hands gripped the towel on the massage table tightly, and my body trembled uncontrollably.

Then, he suddenly asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm. My eyes widened—oh my god! He was completely naked sometime during the night. I immediately saw his penis—dark, erect, and very hard. I was so startled that I immediately closed my eyes and said, "Whatever."

I could clearly feel something large slowly entering my vagina; it felt full. I wanted to touch my breasts, but I didn't dare, just gripping the edge of the massage table tightly.

After he entered, he thrust like that for twenty minutes. My body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't take it anymore and started to climax. Gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, but he didn't ejaculate and continued thrusting. After I climaxed, I lay flat on my back, lazily continuing to enjoy his service.

I slowly opened my eyes to admire his muscular physique. He never dared to look at me, just focused on his piston-like movements, as if he wouldn't stop unless I told him to. Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable urge to taste the masseur's penis with my mouth.

Thinking about this, I felt so embarrassed that my ears burned. How could I possibly say it? But then I thought again, after all, I'm the customer, I'm the customer, he's the one serving me, I paid so much money, I deserve the service I want. With that in mind, I made my request, and he obediently said, "Okay," and told me to wait a moment while he went to clean his penis.

A little while later, he stood in front of me, still looking down at his feet. I got off the massage bed and sat on the sofa, directing him to come over. He stood in front of me with his eyes closed, letting me touch his enormous penis. Only then did I realize that his pubic hair was completely shaved, very clean.

I asked him, "You won't accidentally ejaculate in my mouth, will you?" He firmly stated that ejaculation was not allowed in the company, and anyone who did would be fired. I was impressed by their service attitude.

I confidently began to savor his penis; it was hard and long, impossible to swallow completely, the veins bulging with blood. I slowly licked it with my tongue; the glans was large, like a big mushroom, the coronal sulcus prominent. I closed my eyes, swallowing and feeling it—this lovely thing had just been churning inside my vagina, bringing me endless pleasure.

He stood there expressionless with his eyes closed. I started sucking his testicles again, only able to take one in at a time, like a large lump of dough. I kept teasing his testicles with my tongue, and soon my lower body started to itch again. I rolled over, lay face down on the sofa, and raised my buttocks high. I ordered him to fuck me from behind, to make me orgasm.

He inserted himself from behind as I instructed, then thrust powerfully into me. Surrounded by the intoxicating scent of pink light and soft music, I thoroughly enjoyed myself… and soon I climaxed again.

Afterwards, I lay motionless on the sofa. He asked, “Want another climax?” I lazily shook my head. He then carried me to a bathtub filled with flower petals and told me to rest for a while. Finally, a female server came in to dry me off, helped me get dressed, and accompanied me to the lobby to pay the bill. I swiped my card; it came to 3,000 RMB, and they even gave me a VIP card. This was the most satisfying money I'd ever spent. It
was almost 11 pm when I got home. My son was already asleep, and my husband was still watching TV. He complained a little about how late I was, and I pretended to be angry too, venting a bit about work. My husband then comforted me. Since I had already showered, I casually took a quick rinse and went to sleep.

I woke up at 9:30 in the morning. I was probably too tired last night, but I slept really well! There was a message from my husband on the dining table, reminding me not to forget to eat breakfast. My eyes immediately welled up with tears. I felt a little guilty about what I did last night, but I could only comfort myself that it was just a kind of health treatment.

I arrived at the office at 10:00 and was checking emails on my computer when David knocked on the door and came in with some documents.

"Sister Kiki, this is product information faxed from XX Company in Beijing. They hope to discuss it with us as soon as possible."

"Oh, thank you! Let me take a look."

"Sister Kiki, you look great today!"

"Oh, really?" I subconsciously touched my face; it was a little hot.

"Did you have some kind of treatment?"

"Oh, Royal Spa." Oh my god! How could I have blurted that out? How embarrassing! My face immediately turned red to my neck.

"Ah, the Royal Dynasty is a place for rich people. I heard it's a very nice place to enjoy life. Kiki, you really know how to enjoy life. I'll go out now."

"Oh, okay." I suddenly realized that David's skin tone was very similar to the male masseur's last night, and their heights were about the same. My heart started pounding again.

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