I Love My Cuckolded Wife Ya Wen - Chapter 16: Erotic Massage Therapist

Outside the door, the footsteps of Ya-wen and the manager slowly faded away.
Inside the door, I was still kneeling in front of Li Jing, stroking her pantyhose.
The sensation of my hands rubbing against the black stockings was pleasurable, but a sense of unease lingered. I wasn't worried about Ya-wen, because it's common for actresses in the entertainment industry to be sexually exploited; in fact, I hoped she'd be exploited sooner. She'd already been with so many men, one more wouldn't make a difference. But something felt off: Huang Shao had told me the plan was for Ya-wen to attend an audition, but he hadn't mentioned the subsequent filming of the adult film or the erotic scene before me. Was that his doing? Or had we fallen into his trap?
As I pondered, perhaps because my hand paused for a few seconds, Li Jing once again sensed my thoughts. She pulled me up, smiled at me, and said, "Mr. Wang, is it the environment affecting your performance? Let's go then." With that, she led me towards the garage.
She stopped at the garage door. I looked inside and could see the car's interior through the window in the garage door. The manager was already in the driver's seat, and Ya-wen was in the passenger seat.
The manager said to Ya-wen, "You did a good job just now. But if you're short of male actors next time, can your husband fill in?"
Ya-wen turned to the manager and said, "Okay. But in that scene just now, if my husband were to act it, he couldn't portray Ah-hai as well. Perhaps if the actress wasn't me, he could bring out the best in it."
"Oh! Then next time, let Li Jing be the leading lady, so your husband can get some experience."
"Okay." Ya-wen smiled back at the manager.
At that moment, Li Jing turned around and glanced at me, her eyes seeming to say: Don't worry, handsome.
Inside the car, the manager still hadn't started the engine. He said to Ya Wen, "By the way, do you know how actors get into character?"
"Forget yourself, immerse yourself in the environment and the script."
"Great. But how do you get a layperson or extra to meet this requirement?"
"Manager... well, I don't know, please tell me."
"This is the topic I've been researching lately: Unconscious filming!"
"Oh!" Ya-wen's eyes widened as she listened intently.
"We don't tell these laymen any information beforehand; we create an external environment exactly like the script. Then, we let them immerse themselves in the story and let it unfold naturally. Sometimes, we don't even tell them that we're filming; we film covertly."
"Oh!" Ya-wen nodded thoughtfully.
"However, this requires a high degree of cooperation from professional actors so that other amateur actors cannot detect any difference!"
Ya-Wen continued to nod.
"Xiao Chen, are you capable of handling this task?" the manager asked.
"Me!" Ya-wen was somewhat surprised, after all, she hadn't received any professional training. "I'll give it a try, Manager. I can do my best."
"Well, it's not difficult. Just follow my instructions, and you should be fine."
"Okay, manager, I will do my best." At this moment, Ya-wen's tense nerves relaxed, and she suddenly felt the urge to urinate. She said to the manager, "Manager, I'm going to the restroom."
The manager didn't reply, but took a water bottle from the back seat and said to Ya-wen, "Pee here."
Ya-Wen blushed instantly and whispered, "Manager..."
"Look, your face immediately turns red. If you were in a real, unconscious filming environment, it would give you away right away, and the other amateur actors would feel even more unnatural!"
"Oh!" Ya-wen seemed to understand the manager's intention, took the mineral water bottle, and was about to get off the car.
"Right here," the manager said firmly.
With no other option, Ya-Wen lifted her skirt and spread her legs. Because the crotch of her pantyhose had been torn during filming, it was now easy to aim the bottle opening at her urethra. With a "whoosh" sound, the mineral water bottle was almost full, filled with a pale yellow liquid.
After Ya-Wen screwed on the cap, the manager took the bottle and placed it on the water glass stand to the right.
At this moment, Li Jing took my hand and walked confidently to the back door of the car, saying to the manager, "Manager, we're done."
The manager said, "Everyone, get in the car, we'll go together."
Afterwards, Li Jing and I sat down in the back row, right next to each other. Once we were settled, Li Jing kept holding my hand.
More than ten minutes later, the car finally arrived at my apartment building. I quickly got out of the car with Ya-wen, said goodbye to the manager, and hurried home.
As soon as I entered the house, Ya-Wen excitedly hugged me and said, "Honey, I'm an actress now! And the salary is much higher than before!"
Full of questions, I gave a few perfunctory replies and hurriedly ran into the bedroom to message Huang Shao, asking what had happened.
Huang Shao replied: There are many things you don't know, and it's impossible to explain them clearly with just a message. Let's talk about it another time. If you want to sleep with that slut, just enjoy her slowly!
"This..." I cursed inwardly, why didn't you say so sooner! If I had known, I would have definitely fucked Li Jing hard!
A little unwilling to give up, I immediately sent Li Jing a message: Hello, beautiful lady in stockings. It's a pleasure to meet you today! (My tone was slightly flirtatious)
Li Jing immediately replied: Handsome guy, I'm happy too!
I said, "Your legs in stockings are so sexy! I really want to keep feeling them."
Li Jing replied simply: Thank you for the compliment, maybe next time.
I stared blankly at my phone. Next time? When is next time? But then I felt there was nothing more to say, after all, my wife and she were colleagues, and it wouldn't be good to be too explicit. Li Jing didn't send anything more, and I felt very disappointed. The beautiful woman I had in my grasp just... slipped away! Ugh, so frustrating! My big dick is throbbing, it's so uncomfortable!
The next day, Sunday, Ya-wen was cleaning the house wearing only a see-through nightgown and flesh-colored pantyhose. I had no "sexual interest" and was just idly playing on my phone. I sent Li Jing a few more "tempting" text messages, but she didn't reply. I was still feeling depressed.
At 3 PM, Ya-wen was going to the beauty salon. I absentmindedly mumbled an "Mmm." But she insisted I go with her. Reluctantly, I went with her.
Upon arriving at the beauty salon, Ya-wen and I entered a double room with two massage beds. I asked Ya-wen what treatment she wanted.
Ya-Wen smiled at me and asked, "Honey, what do you want the masseuse to do for me?"
At that moment, my eyes lit up, and I realized that Ya-wen was dressed so scantily: she was wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt, and her navel was exposed when she lay on the massage bed; she was wearing a light blue short skirt that barely covered her pubic hair; her flesh-colored pantyhose were very transparent, making her legs look smooth and delicate; and her white high-heeled sandals added a touch of playfulness.
Instead of answering Ya-wen directly, I asked her, "Is the masseuse who usually gives you massages a man or a woman?"
Ya-Wen said, "Of course it's a woman!"
My enthusiasm immediately waned, and I said, "Let me massage your neck, then hurry up and finish so we can go back for dinner."
Ya-Wen replied "okay" and went to the front desk.
A moment later, Ya-wen and the masseuse came in together. Ya-wen lay face down on the massage bed (Note: a proper beauty salon's massage bed has a hole at the head position so that the face can be put in for the masseuse to massage). The masseuse behind her was quite attractive, around 25 years old, with a pretty face. She wore a uniform shirt and a uniform beige skirt. The skirt wasn't particularly short, but the hem was 10 centimeters above the knee. She wore flesh-colored pantyhose, but they were quite thick and opaque. She wore black cloth shoes.
I sat on the bed next to her, enjoying the sight of the two women in stockings. Suddenly, I wondered, what if I hired a male masseur to massage Ya-Wen? This thought reignited my lustful desires, and I immediately ran to the front desk to ask if they had any male masseurs. The receptionist said they did. I told her to send one to room 106 to replace the female masseur and give Ya-Wen a shoulder and neck massage. After saying that, I deliberately strolled off to the restroom.
Back in room 106, looking through the window in the door, hey, Ya-wen was still lying there quietly, her skirt only covering half of her silk-stockinged buttocks. The beautiful woman in stockings next to her had been replaced by a handsome man, who was sitting next to Ya-wen. He was massaging Ya-wen's neck while looking back at Ya-wen's beautiful legs in stockings.
I thought to myself, "Coward, I'll lend you a hand!" Then I pushed open the door and went in.
The masseuse noticed I seemed a little nervous.
I sat on the edge of the bed and asked Ya-wen, "How was the neck massage?"
"fine."
"How about I massage your legs again?"
"Okay." Ya-wen knew what I was thinking and obediently answered in accordance with my suggestion.
After saying that, I walked over, completely lifted the hem of Ya Wen's short skirt, pointed at Ya Wen's ankles and buttocks, and said to the handsome young man, "Brother, could you please give me a thorough massage from here to here?"
The masseur, somewhat flattered, quickly stood up, turned around, and grabbed Ya Wen's stockinged calves with both hands, beginning to knead them. Ya Wen let out a soft moan. Then, the masseur moved upwards along Ya Wen's smooth stockings, and when he reached her fleshy thighs, his groin visibly hardened. A moment later, his hands appeared at the base of Ya Wen's thighs, occasionally sliding towards the inner thighs, but his hands maintained a massaging motion, suggesting the young man wasn't completely relaxed.
Looking up, I saw the masseuse's face was flushed, and she was practically drooling. I quickly added fuel to the fire, grabbing one of her hands and placing it directly on Ya-Wen's buttocks, scolding, "You haven't massaged this yet, give it more pressure!"
The masseur agreed and hurriedly began to vigorously caress Ya-wen's plump buttocks through her pantyhose. At this moment, he finally abandoned his pride, his hands moving in a completely affectionate caressing motion. This aroused Ya-wen, causing her to slightly part her legs, revealing a glimpse of her wet vulva.
After several attempts, seeing that neither Ya-wen nor I reacted, the masseur finally reached one hand towards her vagina. He teased Ya-wen's clitoris through her pantyhose, making her crotch area wet.
At this point, the masseur became bolder, his hands sliding back and forth along the inside of Ya Wen's two fleshy legs, each slide passing over Ya Wen's vulva, while the protruding part of his genitals rubbed against Ya Wen's thighs.
Seeing his movements getting faster and faster, I knew he was completely hooked. Another mischievous idea popped into my head, and I decided to tease him a little more, so I had Ya-wen turn over.
As Ya-Wen's pubic bone and pubic hair, encased in pantyhose, were fully exposed to the lecherous masseur, the young man forcefully grabbed at her pubic area with both hands. Ya-Wen cried out in pain. Then, the young man held Ya-Wen's pubic bone tightly, his body visibly trembling a few times! Her groin area was wet.
Damn! He came so fast! This guy has premature ejaculation.
After the "massage" was over, the lecherous masseur left the room, and I felt a little deflated.
Ya-wen knew what I was thinking and comforted me, saying, "Honey, that young man was probably a virgin; he finished so quickly. How about I have my masseuse give you a massage to help you relax?"
"No need," I replied.
"Try it, honey. I'll give you a full-body relaxation." After saying that, she had me change into a massage outfit (just a loose paper shorts), lie face down on the bed, and put my face into the hole at the head of the bed. Then I went to the front desk to find the pretty masseuse from before.
A moment later, the door opened. Because I was lying face down on the bed with my face through the hole in the headboard, I could only see a pair of beautiful legs in stockings walk in. It was the masseuse; Ya-wen didn't come over.
The masseuse sat with her back to me, leaning to my left. After she sat down, her short skirt noticeably rode up, revealing her silk-stockinged legs. She first placed my left hand on her stockinged thigh and began massaging my arm.
The back of my hand touched the female masseuse's stockinged thigh, and it felt so good. At first, I didn't dare to go too far, but then I thought, since I'm already so frustrated, I might as well let loose this once, and if all else fails, I won't come back. With that thought, I turned my palm over, back of my hand facing up, and my fingers began to wander and caress the masseuse's stockings. To my surprise, the masseuse didn't react at all.
A moment later, the masseuse moved to my right and massaged my right arm. I, in turn, stroked her stockinged thigh with my right hand, and she still didn't resist. At this point, I felt a surge of excitement, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.
After massaging my arms, the masseuse took off her cloth shoes, got on the bed with her back to me, stood on either side of me, and then knelt down on my waist to start massaging my thighs.
Even though I was lying face down, I reached back with both hands and immediately grabbed the masseuse's feet, holding those beautiful stockinged feet and stroking them incessantly. The masseuse still didn't resist, only occasionally trembling when I touched the soles of her feet.
After massaging my legs, the masseuse asked me to turn over. Once I was lying down, my lower body was already erect, seemingly about to break free of the constraints of my paper underwear.
Only then did I take a closer look at the female masseuse's attire. Although I had a general idea of what she was wearing before, seeing her kneeling on the bed from behind, her stockings were still incredibly sexy!
At this moment, the technician seemed to smile slightly. Then, with a casual tug, the paper panties were torn, and my big penis suddenly sprang out, the enormous glans pointing directly at the technician's red lips.
The masseuse skillfully took a bottle of essential oil from the side and poured some into her hand. Then, she grabbed my large penis and started rubbing it up and down. I felt incredibly comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, my hands still holding onto the masseuse's stockinged feet, stroking them back and forth.
Another question immediately popped into my head: This is a legitimate women's beauty salon. So how could this technician know these things? Would Ya-wen go to the front desk and ask a technician to give me a handjob? Impossible!
A tingling, numbing sensation in my lower body interrupted my thoughts. I felt my glans swell several times its normal size. The masseuse's kneading technique became increasingly skillful. I felt like my penis was a complete powerhouse! I wanted nothing more than to get up and rape this masseuse!
The technician knew I was excited, and suddenly increased the frequency and intensity of her rubbing. I suddenly felt like I was about to lose control, like my ejaculation was about to begin. But, in such a pleasurable moment, I didn't want to ejaculate so soon. I held my breath, trying to hold on a little longer.
Suddenly, I looked closely at the masseuse's beautiful feet in stockings behind her, and they seemed familiar; I felt like I'd seen them before. Her toes were round and full, the second toe slightly longer, and the stockings accentuated the shape of her feet beautifully. I kneaded her stockinged feet vigorously, and as the masseuse vigorously rubbed my penis up and down, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I cried out, and a stream of white fluid gushed out, shooting directly onto the masseuse's face. The masseuse couldn't dodge in time and cried out, "Mr. Wang!"
I gripped the masseuse's stockinged feet tightly with both hands and forcefully ejaculated the remaining semen all over her.
Suddenly it dawned on me—she had just called me Mr. Wang! How did she know my last name? And her voice sounded so familiar! Just as I came to my senses, the female technician turned around. And that's when I recognized her—it was Li Jing, the goddess I'd been thinking about day and night for the past few days!
Before I could react, the door opened. Ya-Wen and the manager walked in.
I was taken aback. The manager spoke first: "Excellent! Excellent! This is a classic example of unintentional filming!"
Li Jing remained kneeling on me, turned around and smiled at me again, then pulled out a few sheets of paper for me to clean up the "battlefield".
Ya-wen came over and brought me clothes. After the "battlefield" was cleaned up, she and Li-jing helped me put on my clothes.
After getting dressed, I still felt incredibly ashamed. Ya-wen playfully whispered beside me, "Honey, did it feel really good just now?"
Before I could answer, Li Jing leaned over and said to Ya Wen, "Look how red your husband's face is, don't tease him!"
The manager interrupted our conversation: "Keep business to business. You all need to reflect on your performances, identify areas where you didn't do well, and point out areas for improvement. I'm heading back now. You can choose a place to celebrate tonight."
Li Jing and Ya Wen quickly replied, "Yes."
After the manager left, only Ya Wen, Li Jing, and I remained in the room. I couldn't help but ask, "Who came up with this terrible idea? They actually switched the masseuses and harassed me when I wasn't looking!"
Li Jing smiled and said to me, "Handsome, didn't you text me yesterday wanting to feel my stockings?"
My face turned bright red instantly.
Ya-wen quickly came to the rescue, saying, "Honey, Jing-jie was just joking. It was just my idea!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over to Li Jing and whispered to her, "If I'd known it was you, I would have executed you on the spot!"
Li Jing looked up at me arrogantly and said, "Then tonight, do you dare?"
Ya-Wen laughed and said from the side, "I didn't hear what you were saying!"
The three of them smiled at each other, and then I, in the middle, walked out of the beauty salon hand in hand with the two beautiful women.

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