I went for a massage behind my husband's back (I was extremely tempted at the massage parlor).

Secretly Going for a Massage Behind My Husband's Back
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Every time I think of that day, my body burns. Those soft, large hands that caressed my entire body are something I've longed for countless nights. That unique feeling is something my husband's countless caresses and lovemaking can never provide. That day, after returning from our trip, my husband and I went to the Meilaiya Bathhouse. In the rest area, I called over Xiao C, whom I often have a massage therapist. Exhausted from the trip, I had him give me a full-body massage, while my husband had a girl give him a foot massage. We lay side by side. Perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps because he'd had a little alcohol, my husband soon began snoring loudly, while I slowly enjoyed Xiao C's strong and rhythmic massage. After the head massage, Xiao C turned to my side. He first kneaded my arms, then started on my abdomen. When he slightly lifted... When his hand reached under my clothes to my lower abdomen, I didn't feel anything unusual. His massage was strong and precise. He increased the pressure on my navel and pressed acupoints, which felt incredibly comfortable. After pressing the acupoints, he switched to a palm massage. At this point, his hands moved closer to the lower part of my abdomen, pressing firmly on both sides with his four fingertips. As he moved from side to side, I clearly felt his hands touching my pubic hair. When massaging the left side, his palms almost covered my vulva. My lower body quickly became hot, and my eyes involuntarily opened. Xiao C was expressionless. The lights in the hall were still dim, and my husband was still dreaming. I quickly closed my eyes. Sigh, I'm just worrying unnecessarily. Maybe Xiao C was just fulfilling his duty, and it was just my own impure thoughts? I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy my experience. At this moment, Xiao C reached his hands to the sides of my thighs and tapped downwards along my groin with his fingertips. I shuddered. Xiao C said, "You look so tired, how about we go to the room and I give you cupping?" Without thinking, I said, "Okay!" I said goodbye to my husband and hurried to the private room with him. As soon as we entered, I lay face down on the bed in a cupping position. Xiao C said, "The massage isn't finished yet, I'll do the cupping last." So, I turned over and let him continue touching me. For some reason, this time I was really looking forward to it, looking forward to his hands. But this time, Xiao C didn't caress me as before. He pressed his palms against my upper abdomen for about three minutes. Suddenly, he straddled me and placed his hands on my ribs, stroking down to my armpits. He didn't lift my clothes, just put his hands inside and caressed me. My lower body instantly became wet. Oh no, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned forward, anticipating his further caresses. But Xiao C didn't go any deeper. He just walked around the edges of my breasts, but my breasts were already incredibly swollen, and my nipples were hard. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and didn't make a sound. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Xiao C said, "Oh right, I forgot to use the essential oil on you." He then magically produced a bottle of essential oil. Without hesitation, he lifted my shirt and quickly dripped a few drops onto my breasts. His warm, large hands instantly touched my breasts. Xiao C said, "You've maintained a great figure. My massage will make your breasts even firmer." I didn't say anything, keeping my eyes tightly closed, letting him rub my breasts wantonly. I told myself, "Don't worry about it, just treat it as a massage." But my body told me: I was clearly enjoying it, enjoying his caresses. I was even secretly hoping, hoping he would penetrate me further!
Xiao C lifted my shirt up again, completely exposing my upper body to him. He gently massaged my breasts with both hands, then pressed his index finger against my genitals while massaging. I almost lost control and wanted to hug his legs, but I didn't. I gritted my teeth and held on, feeling incredibly comfortable. Then, he moved down a little, sitting right on my inner thighs. He pulled his hands down my breasts to my lower abdomen, simultaneously pulling my shorts down to just cover my most intimate parts!
He massaged my inner thighs while asking, "Are you comfortable?" I didn't answer. Then he moved up a little more, and I instantly felt his penis hard against my genitals through my clothes. I involuntarily arched my back, my shorts became wet, and my lower body even spasmed. I really wanted him to continue; I had never felt this way before. I desperately wanted to be fucked, violated, raped! Just then, a thought flashed through my mind: would my husband come looking for me? In an instant, my tense limbs relaxed, and I murmured, "It's getting late, let me get cupping done!"
Perhaps Little C realized this too, because he immediately got off me and said, "Sister, wait a minute." After tidying my clothes, he left. A little while later, Little C came back in with a hot towel and cupping tools. He lifted my clothes again and used the hot towel to wipe my front from top to bottom, being especially careful with my breasts. When he was wiping my lower abdomen, I sensed his hesitation; he lingered near my private parts for a long time, but in the end, he didn't do anything, just carefully finished wiping. Then he asked me to turn around, and I gently turned over. Little C lifted his shirt and massaged my shoulders. After a series of professional massages, he applied a dense series of cupping jars to my upper body. Little C said, "Sister, you always come with your husband, okay? Next time, come by yourself." I didn't say anything. Actually, I should have felt guilty at that moment, but honestly, I didn't. At this moment, Xiao C placed his hands on my waist and massaged me. I said, "Put more pressure on." Perhaps my words spurred Xiao C on, because he quickly pulled down my shorts, exposing my entire lower body. Fortunately, I was face down, with only my buttocks in front of him. He massaged my buttocks and pressed acupoints. I got wet again, but I insisted on pulling my pants up. Not wanting to cause any trouble, Xiao C didn't insist anymore, but he put his hands inside my shorts and rubbed my buttocks wantonly. After a few minutes, he reached down along my buttocks until he stopped at my anus. He gently stroked with his index finger, not going deep, but I felt a little anxious and uneasy. I didn't know if he could sense my desire for his intrusion, but I was sure he knew I was already a raging torrent! A raging torrent! That day, if I hadn't been worried about my husband's possible intervention, if I had gone for the massage alone, I would have been an absolutely wicked slut. I would have demanded his penetration like a volcano erupting, a deep penetration!!
When I got home in the afternoon, I was still immersed in this strange feeling. I yelled at my husband, "You've slept all afternoon! No, you have to sleep with me some more!" Without another word, I pulled him to bed. He reluctantly lay down beside me, and I clung to him, acting all cute. Within minutes, he couldn't resist anymore, pounced on me, and started kissing me. With my eyes closed, for the first time, I imagined my husband as someone else (of course, it was Xiao C), continuing to enjoy the pleasure Xiao C still gave me, experiencing a unique climax I'd never felt before. That night, I couldn't sleep. Scenes from the day kept replaying in my mind. Strangely, I didn't feel guilty towards my husband; instead, I felt a lingering sense of unease and regret for not making that final push. My body was even more aroused; when I touched myself,
I was already soaking wet! I'm telling you all, this is truly my personal experience. The reason I'm writing this is because I see relationships as an interesting place, a place where you can speak your mind. I've written down my thoughts then and afterward without any reservations. I don't know if I'll go again, but my heart yearns for it. Many nights I've resolved to go again, but I always back down the next day. My body craves it so much—the caresses, the rubbing, the trembling, the expected yet unpredictable physiological changes. Just that desire alone makes me wet!
Faced with that irresistible temptation, after a bitter struggle between reason and desire, when the intense desire takes over, I know I'm about to fall into depravity!
Yesterday, I finally went to the Meilaiya massage parlor by myself. After a quick shower, I went straight to a private room and told the waiter I wanted Xiao C to come and give me a massage. A few minutes later, Xiao C came in. Clearly, my sudden appearance had caught him off guard. He looked surprised and asked, "Where is he?" I said, "He's not here." Xiao C silently walked to the bedside and said, "Sister, is it the same as last time?" I hummed in agreement and lay flat on the bed. Xiao C sat on the edge of the bed, and this time he didn't hesitate to lift my entire shirt, quickly dripping a few drops of essential oil onto my breasts and navel before starting the massage. He first used both hands to spread the oil in a rotating motion on my breasts, then gently massaged them with his palms. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure and wanted to moan, but I held it in; I didn't want him to see my desire. At that moment, his hands were so warm, tenderly caressing my breasts. After a few minutes, he massaged from the edge of my breasts down my ribs to my abdomen. He gently massaged my navel with his right palm, then used his left hand to pull my shorts down to just cover my private parts. Now, except for my private parts, my entire upper body was exposed to him. That feeling of nakedness intoxicated me. Actually, if he had pulled my shorts down further, exposing my private parts completely, I wouldn't have stopped him. But he didn't. He used his thumbs to push outwards along the bottom of my abdomen—a very professional massage technique. He meticulously performed his duties, carefully massaging and pressing acupoints on my ovaries and uterus. Then he returned to my breasts, straddling my thighs and kneading them clockwise with both hands, using all the fingertips together. My lower body felt hot; I knew I was wet again. I wanted him to go deeper, more intensely, more stimulatingly. But after a short while, he got up and left. I was disappointed. Why didn't he continue?!
Soon, he came back in with a hot towel. He went to the bedside and started wiping my neck carefully and gently, bit by bit. He was even more careful around my breasts, then my waist, abdomen, and the edge of my genitals, wiping back and forth carefully without going over the edge. After wiping, he asked me to turn over so he could massage my back. I quickly turned over, and he pulled my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my entire back to him…
After evenly applying essential oil to my back, he started kneading my shoulders, pressing hard on my shoulder blades. He knew from his massages that my shoulders were always sore from using the computer, so he always gave me a shoulder massage during my foot massages. This time, he kneaded and massaged me even more carefully. Five or six minutes later, he had me turn around. Then he stood in front of the bed and used both hands to massage my back from my shoulder blades down to the back of my legs. He said, "This is the most comfortable way; it opens up all the meridians." I felt his technique; it really felt amazing. After several sessions, he moved to my left side and, after a series of waist massages, began massaging my buttocks. He rubbed my buttocks in circles with both hands, then dripped a few drops of essential oil into my groin. He slowly inserted his fingers into the middle of my buttocks, instantly touching my anus. I tensed up. "No, no!" I cried out, but I didn't make a sound. He asked me, "Is it comfortable?" I said, "Yes." He then gently massaged around my anus with his index finger. My lower body felt hot again; this time, I figured I'd soak the sheets. I couldn't help but moan. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. My husband had tried to have sex with me many times, but I'd always refused. I thought I would never accept sex, but today's massage from Xiao C gave me the urge to have sex. His massage was so comfortable; I wanted him to enter me. I stuck my butt out high, and at that moment, Xiao C didn't enter my anus. Just as my buttocks were raised, he timely touched my breasts with his left hand. I comfortably lay down, pressing his left hand down. He kneaded my breasts with his left hand and massaged my back with his right. It felt so good; I felt a little dizzy, and at the same time, I felt waves of heat in my lower body. Then, Xiao C said, "Wait a minute," and left again, leaving me full of desire. I touched my lower body—it was practically a vast ocean! Yes, who could resist nearly an hour of this teasing?
Little C brought a hot towel again and carefully wiped me from behind. This time, he didn't forget to spread my legs from behind and meticulously wipe my genitals from bottom to top, all the way to my anus. I thought, this time he saw how wet I was. He cleaned me thoroughly, and I was a little disappointed. Was that all? Just as I was feeling confused, he said, "Turn around, let me rub your stomach again." He turned me over. Don't forget, my entire body was completely exposed. Just like that, I was naked, exposed to him. I closed my eyes, not pulling up my shorts or pulling down my shirt, facing him naked, waiting for his next move, even anticipating further assault. But, unexpectedly, he pulled up my shorts. I opened my eyes, looking at him with a questioning expression. He said shyly, "Sis, I'm afraid to face you, I won't be able to control myself." At that moment, I really didn't know what to do. Should I tell him my desire or suppress my lust and pretend to be a virgin?
His hesitation greatly thwarted my desire, but at that moment I finally understood that he wasn't actually a professional gigolo; he too was struggling on the edge of desire. I felt he was truly naive. I had given him my entire body; if he were a mature, experienced hunter, would he still hesitate? Seeing such a beautiful, willing prey, he had already loaded his gun and fired several rounds. I stared at him without saying a word. He lowered his head, sat beside me, encircled my head with his left hand, and touched my breasts with his right. As he caressed them, he pulled me up, leaned over, and covered my left breast with his mouth, sucking on it. I was ecstatic, clinging tightly to his waist. Then he licked my areola in circles with his tongue, and I felt both breasts instantly harden. While licking, he slipped his hand inside my shorts, massaging around my lower abdomen. I began to moan again, feeling the hunger in my lower body. Faster! A little further down, I need your touch, I need your penetration. I've opened my legs, opened my vulva, waiting for your entry. I really want to shout that I want him to penetrate me, penetrate my body, I want to close my lotus and let him release all his juices!!
I can see he hesitates, he struggles, he's still unsure if I'll allow him to go any deeper. He carefully strokes the part of my lower abdomen where it touches the pubic hair. I involuntarily thrust my vulva upwards, I start moaning, and I tightly grasp his left hand. He says, "Sister, what's wrong? What's wrong?" I don't say anything to his obvious question, I just gently turn my head and gently but forcefully bite the back of his left hand. I feel his trembling, his touch becomes stronger, and my moans become more intense. Slowly, his hand touches the pubic hair, his fingers touch my labia. I say, "Quick! I can't take it anymore!" If I remember correctly, this was the first time I had openly and unreservedly encouraged him. Perhaps it was because of my encouragement, or perhaps…
anyway, my mind was blank at that moment, devoid of thought and consciousness. I only remember that when I was extremely eager, he promptly, accurately, and without hesitation inserted his hand into my clitoris, making me scream loudly in pleasure. "Sister, keep it down, the people in the next room will hear!" I didn't care about any of that. I thrust my lotus high, ready to satisfy my nearly two hours of pent-up desire without restraint! I screamed, wrapped my arms around his neck, and trembled my lotus as he brought me to my peak. Just like that, in my extreme thirst, I erupted instantly, releasing nearly two hours of pent-up lust into his fingers. I tensed my body, pressing against my clitoris, my entire lotus trembling. Faster, I want it! Faster!!! I screamed and twisted my body. Encouraged by me, he thrust rapidly, pressing my legs down with his right leg. I thrust upwards and upwards with all my might... After an even more intense spasm in my vagina, I wrapped my arms around his neck, screamed, rolled over, and clamped his arms around him, twisting my body wildly and experiencing a unique orgasm I had never felt before. I was panting, my whole body was soaked in sweat, and my lower body was covered in vaginal fluid. I hugged him and buried my head in his body, feeling a little embarrassed. I thought: Am I being too lewd? Will she laugh at my recklessness?
Just then, I heard Little C whisper in my ear, "Sister, I'm so happy to make you so happy!" I looked up, a little embarrassed, and touched his forehead, teasing him without missing the chance: "Look, you're not even sweating, you've been slacking off." Little C smiled shyly and said, "I don't want to be lazy, I want to do it with you, sister!" I was only thinking about my own pleasure and didn't consider Little C's feelings at all. How could he resist such a lewd me? Little C's right hand groped my labia, while his left hand moved me from his lap onto the bed. Then, he left me to get a towel and wiped all the sweat off my body. I remained motionless, enjoying everything he did for me. Then he took off my shirt; my shorts had long since slipped off. I lay naked in front of him, saying nothing, just silently watching him. Little C stared at me for a while, then leaned down. He used both hands to spread my labia, examining them carefully. To let him see clearly, I spread my legs wide, exposing my entire genitals to him. Strangely, just by him looking at me, I felt aroused; my labia burned, and I felt an unbearable thirst! I didn't know what was wrong with me; I had never had such a strong desire! It felt like my entire genitals were burning with desire, wanting to be fucked, to be fucked hard! Who said: women are born wanting to be raped! At that moment, I wanted to be raped! I even wanted to be tied up and ravaged!
Strangely, Little C seemed to be able to read my mind. He suddenly pressed my hands down on the bed to make me motionless, then leaned down and rubbed his lips against my labia. He then used his tongue to spread my labia apart and licked my clitoris up and down. I cried out again. At this moment, Little C suddenly remembered something, rolled over and turned on the TV. When he licked me again, I felt the trembling down there once more, and I felt the urge to climax again. I wanted his tongue to go in, but Little C didn't. He just gently licked my clitoris and circled it from top to bottom along the edges of my labia. After a few minutes, he took my labia into his mouth and swirled his tongue around in it. I cried out. He then grabbed my hands and began licking relentlessly. I struggled, trying to pull my hands away and hold his head down, but he was too strong, and I couldn't move at all. Then, he turned around and lifted me up from the side, positioning my entire vulva against him. He kissed and thrust into me, launching a fierce attack on my clitoris with his tongue. I convulsed on the verge of orgasm. "Fuck me! I can't take it anymore! I want it! I want you!"
He tried to pull away, to take off his clothes, or rather, his pants, but how could I let him leave my heart at that moment? I pressed his head down hard, and amidst my trembling and his wet tongue, I reached an unprecedented climax. I climaxed without penetration, something I had never experienced before. I knew it was called a clitoral orgasm, but I had never had this experience before, nor did I know that a kissing orgasm could be so wonderful. I cried out, and he licked even more vigorously. After this climax, I lay limp on the bed in a starfish shape. He continued to kiss me and touched my breasts. He said, "Sis, I want to go inside." I gasped and nodded in agreement. Then I saw him quickly pull off his pants, and I saw a large, swollen lotus flower pressing against his underwear. I reached out and touched it—it was huge! I said, "Did you get a condom?" He said, "I'm not in this line of work, where would I get a condom?" I was stunned. Without a condom, it wouldn't do. Seeing my insistence on using one, C turned and left. I lay on the bed, savoring the pleasure of oral sex while waiting for C. I knew he was sharpening his knife, ready to stab me, the lamb who had walked into his trap. If his bayonet was loaded, my trembling lotus would instantly bloom. I wanted his huge member to pierce my core, to tightly envelop the blooming petals, to let him thrust violently, to relentlessly charge!
Until the bayonet dulled, until he ran out of ammunition. I touched my lotus, spread my legs, and waited for C. After a while, C came in, took a hot towel, wiped the sweat off my body, then changed the towel and carefully wiped my lotus again. I remained silent, hooking my legs around his neck. He glanced at me, lowered my legs, put the towel away, and locked the door. I watched him do all this, waiting for his next move. Sure enough, he took off his pants and underwear, and that gleaming penis pointed straight at me. "Sister, I just showered, sister. I've only had sex with my girlfriend seven or eight times." The implication was that he still wasn't using condoms; he'd only had sex with his girlfriend a few times, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. I struggled, not wanting to cross the line, but Little C seemed determined, leaving no room for negotiation. He went into a 69 position on top of me and began licking me. Faced with his erect penis, faced with his engorged and shiny glans, I involuntarily took it into my mouth. His penis was indeed quite large. Only by holding the base could I take it in. I held this root of life in my hand and thrust it in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue against the glans and sliding my lips as tightly as possible towards the base. I stroked his testicles and slid my hand towards his anus. At this moment, I felt him also launching an attack on my anus. He first licked it with his tongue, and I happily clamped my arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to slip my hand into his anus. He also seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my anus. When he placed his index finger on my anus and massaged it, and tried to take the opportunity to penetrate, I screamed, "No! I don't want to! I don't like anal sex! My husband tried a few times before, but I always stopped him at the very edge. It felt uncomfortable." Although Little C had made my anus bloom, I still didn't want him to penetrate me. Seeing that I insisted on not taking it, Xiao C parted my labia and took my clitoris into his mouth with his lips, pressing his tongue against my vulva. I also took his big penis into my mouth, circling the glans with my tongue. His big penis looked incredibly large in my slender hands. I held it with difficulty, but the feeling was more fulfilling than ever before. I held it and really wanted to push it into my vulva all at once. I twisted and eagerly pressed my vulva against Xiao C's mouth. At this moment, he put his entire tongue into my vulva. I cried out in pleasure, and my juices flowed all over his mouth. He quickly licked around my vulva, and I quickly swallowed and sucked his big penis with my mouth, while rapidly stroking the base with my hand. Xiao C said: "Sister, I'm going to cum." I didn't answer him, but just gripped his big stick tightly and thrust it in and out of my mouth rapidly. He pushed it even faster, and I couldn't keep up. If it went all the way in, it would reach my throat, and my sensitive throat wouldn't be able to handle it. Therefore, I didn't let go, holding it tightly in my mouth. A moment later, Little C cried out. I felt a gush of fluid rush to my throat. I cried out, "No, I want to vomit!" Knowing my throat's sensitivity, I hurriedly swallowed Little C's life-giving fluid, and only then did my throat feel much better…
(Thank you all for your support. Because some readers pointed out the formatting was poor and looked a bit messy, I have re-formatted and divided it into paragraphs. Stay tuned for the next part of the story; I will do my best to continue the exciting plot for you all.)
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