My wife and I experienced a massage with a male partner in the same room.

We were a bit tired from the weekend, so I took my wife to a bathhouse to relax and unwind. We've been there often, but this experience was definitely unexpected.
After washing up, we went to the massage area, intending to each choose our own. However, the manager said there was only one private room left, and we'd have to wait. But there were double rooms available, and he asked if we wanted to try one. Without much thought, and seeing my wife's agreement, I agreed. Another annoying thing was that there weren't enough masseuses, so we'd also have to wait, with the fastest being over twenty minutes. We thought we'd just go to the lounge and rest for a while. The manager then said that there were no female masseuses available, but there were a few male masseuses left. Would we like to try them? My first instinct was to refuse, but for some reason, I pictured my wife being irresistibly drawn to a male masseur, so I changed my mind and said, "Sure, we can try." The manager was pleased and had a staff member lead us there and contact a masseur. My wife and I followed the staff member to our room, and she whispered, "What are you thinking?" I chuckled and whispered, "The guy's hands are strong," then winked at her. My wife immediately understood, playfully punched me twice, and hurried into the room.
The room wasn't big; with two beds, there wasn't much space left, just enough to pass through. We had just lain down when two male masseuses in uniforms entered. One was a bit chubby, the other tall and thin. After briefly noting down our hand tags, they gestured for us to crawl over, then prepared their equipment and began the massage. Naturally, my wife and I took off our shirts, lay on the beds, and enjoyed the massage. As the massage continued, the chubby masseur who was massaging my wife asked if we wanted the curtain between the two beds drawn so we wouldn't be disturbed by others. My wife didn't speak, just looked at me. I could tell she wanted to draw the curtain, so I nodded. After the curtain was drawn, I suddenly felt a thrill of being cuckolded. Images of my wife naked, being groped and fondled by the fat masseur kept flashing through my mind. I ignored the movements of the tall, thin masseur giving me the massage, focusing intently on what was happening behind the curtain. Besides the low creaking of fingers pressing against skin, there were no other sounds from behind the curtain, only the occasional soft moans of my wife struggling against the pressure. I knew it wasn't the scene I imagined, yet it excited me immensely, and my groin hardened. Suddenly, I felt my erect penis being grasped by a greasy hand covered in massage oil, slowly being rubbed. I instinctively squeezed my legs together and looked up. I saw the tall, thin masseur holding my penis, staring intently at me with a slight smile. He whispered, "Relax." Then he pulled my hand away from my crotch, applying more massage oil to his hand. While rubbing my penis and testicles, he whispered in my ear, "Your wife?" I nodded subconsciously. He chuckled again and whispered, "It's nothing, many people do it this way." Without waiting for my explanation, he began focusing on my penis and testicles.
Although I'd had sex with other men before, this was my first time being masturbated by a masseur, and with my wife just behind the curtain, it made me even more excited. Soon, I ejaculated. Perhaps the tall, thin masseur was afraid I'd moan, because just as I was about to ejaculate, a large hand covered my mouth with essential oil, making it hard for me to breathe. However, I was already on the verge of climax, so I didn't care. Instinctively, I grabbed his arm, spread my legs wide, and arched my back, meeting the large hand that was constantly kneading and squeezing my penis, until I ejaculated a lot of white fluid. Only then did I tremble and relax, collapsing back onto the bed.
A moment later, I regained some consciousness, looked up at the masseur still massaging me, and inexplicably said thank you. The masseur smiled again. Then he whispered in my ear, "Your dick's not small, but your stamina needs improvement." His hand then reached down to my crotch, kneading the soft mound again. My penis, still sensitive from ejaculating, couldn't withstand his kneading. I quickly covered my crotch with his hand, changing the subject, and whispered, "Why is there no sound from over there?" The tall, thin technician glanced at the other side of the curtain and smiled, "Want to see?" My heart skipped a beat. Was my wife being fucked? I quickly got up, reaching to pull back the curtain. The tall, thin technician stopped me, gesturing for me to turn around. Somewhat bewildered, I changed direction and stood at the foot of the bed. Then the tall, thin technician gently pulled the curtain open a little from the foot of the bed.
What I saw, while not exactly the scene I imagined, wasn't far off. My wife was kneeling naked on the bed, her buttocks raised high. Between her wide-open legs, a large hand was vigorously digging and probing, the squelching sounds barely audible. My wife buried her head deeply in the pillow, silent, her trembling body revealing her intense desire. The occasional swaying of her buttocks to accommodate the digging further betrayed her true urges. The fat masseur glanced at me with surprise, but after exchanging a look with the tall, thin masseur, he smiled at me, then gestured for silence, pulling me to sit behind my wife, indicating I should take his place. I was somewhat frantic at this point, saying nothing, kneeling behind my wife and launching an attack on her wet, swollen vulva with both hands and mouth.
And at this moment, I was erect again. Not only because of the stimulating scene before me, but also because the tall, thin masseur was relentlessly rubbing my penis from behind; I could even feel the fat masseur stroking it a few times as well. Just as I felt myself about to ejaculate again, I suddenly felt the base of my penis being gripped tightly with great force, causing me some pain, but also instantly stopping my urge to ejaculate. I turned around, somewhat confused, and saw the two of them had already packed their things and were standing at the door, ready to say goodbye. They didn't speak, and neither did I, waiting for them to leave. I turned around, grabbed my wife's plump buttocks, and thrust into her, only managing to whisper "It's me" in her ear before succumbing to a frenzy of lust.
Perhaps we were too satisfied, or perhaps we were too tired, but after we finished, we barely managed to get dressed and go home. As soon as we entered the house, we fell asleep and didn't wake up until dawn.

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