A netizen suggested I find a male masseur to massage my wife.

Tonight was truly a double whammy for me. On one hand, my wife was being held down by a male masseur, and on the other hand, I was being stimulated by a female masseur (continued from above).
I felt like I was about to ejaculate if the stimulation continued, so I shifted my attention and asked if it was almost time. The male masseur didn't answer, but the female masseur said there were no customers today, so we could massage her a little longer. I released my hand from her chest, but she was still moving on me. I glanced at her; her eyes were also filled with desire. I glanced at my wife again; she was biting her lip tightly. The male masseur was still massaging her; he probably didn't dare to openly touch her vagina, but he must have touched it quite a few times.
At this point, if I wanted, I could just pull my pants down a little and insert my penis into the female masseur's vagina, and she wouldn't refuse. But since she could do that when she massaged me, and she'd been fucked quite a few times when she massaged others, I was still very careful about personal hygiene, so I gave up on that idea. I proactively suggested that my neck and shoulders were still uncomfortable and asked if she could massage them again. Before she could answer, I rolled over, adjusted the position of my penis, and started intently watching my wife and the male masseur.
I suddenly had a thrilling thought: what if we separated now, and I went to another room with the female masseuse? Would my wife be penetrated by the male masseuse? Just thinking about it got exciting, but at this point, we couldn't change rooms, and I wasn't ready, so it was just a fantasy.
I figured the male masseuse wouldn't dare to do anything else, and that was it for today. The time was up, but suddenly the female masseuse leaned down and licked my ear a few times, asking if I'd seen my wife being massaged by her boyfriend and feeling good. What? Who's playing whom here? This is so melodramatic! Is this some kind of romance novel? It's too fast! I still wasn't ready to continue. I immediately called out, "Honey, it's late, let's go home." My wife agreed, and they all stopped and left, giving us time to shower and change. We weren't wearing their clothes anyway. After they left, my wife was still lying face down. I immediately climbed onto the bed and touched her; she was so wet. I'd never seen my wife so wet before. Without saying a word, I thrust into her from behind. It was slippery and offered no resistance. My wife immediately started moaning, but because we were in a massage room, she kept her voice down. It was so stimulating. I started thrusting with all my might, and just as I was about to ejaculate, I remembered the condom was in the car. It was her fertile period, so I quickly pulled my wife up and headed outside. We found the receptionist, put on our shoes, and left. There was a wet stain on my pants, probably from the masseuse. My wife was wearing a white dress, so it was barely noticeable.
We started passionately kissing in the elevator, not caring if there were security cameras, since it wasn't illegal. When we got to the car, my legs were weak with excitement, and I immediately wanted to find a park to get out and have sex. While driving, my wife started masturbating, something I'd never seen before. Before, at most, I'd just pull my penis inside her; this was a first.
After searching for twenty minutes without finding a park, I pulled over and got out, pulling my wife to the back seat. There was no foreplay; she was already very wet. I'd never seen her so wet before. Penetration was effortless. Because we were outside, she started moaning wildly and loudly. There were a few benches by the roadside, and suddenly two people appeared—probably a couple—walking towards our car. I told my wife someone was coming, but she said she didn't care and asked if they could hear my moans. I said okay, and she excitedly suggested they do it too, as if they were having sex. I asked if we wanted to do it together, but she remained rational: let them do it outside, we'll do it inside, and let them scream for us.
The other person clearly knew what was happening in the car, so the man pulled the woman into the woods by the roadside. My wife was still asking where they were, if they were still doing it. I said they went into the woods to do it, and she screamed louder and louder, suddenly stepping on the seat cushion and the seat in front of her, thrusting into me in rhythm with my thrusts. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me; she must have reached orgasm. I started thrusting hard, and suddenly she let out a long sigh, yelling, "Husband, fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" I ejaculated in rhythm with her; this time it felt so good.
If you were watching from the outside, you could probably see the car shaking violently. I wonder if those two who went into the grove went in to have sex or just went in to watch us. Whatever, this was definitely the most enjoyable time I've ever had. After we finished, my wife suggested we rest a bit and then do it again, but she fell asleep less than ten seconds after lying down. I waited until she was asleep in the back, then drove home, feeling completely satisfied. Opening the car window, the air outside felt sweet. This was my own choice, and of course I don't regret it.
Many people ask me if my wife doesn't need any training. My wife is completely obedient to me; she'll cooperate with whatever I want. She's dignified off-bed and wanton in bed—the perfect wife.

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