My wife's first spa experience

I'm a 40-year-old company manager. My wife is two years younger than me. She has a fantastic figure, a perky butt, and while her breasts aren't huge, they're very firm. She's also incredibly beautiful—the kind of woman who catches your eye at first glance. My wife is cheerful and lively, so many people who don't know her age think she's around 30. When I walk down the street with her, we always attract a lot of attention.
After we got married, we were both busy with our own lives, and I seemed to lose interest in that aspect. I felt like I was wasting such a beautiful woman sitting at home all the time.
Then something happened that changed things. I accidentally joined a group—a massage service group—that offered special massage services, specifically for women. These services involved muscular men providing services to women, bringing them to orgasm. I have a bit of a cuckold fetish, and since my lovely wife wasn't getting the satisfaction she used to get, I contacted some of the masseuses in the group and sent them photos of my wife. They sent me their photos in return. The photos were all of men wearing only underwear, and they were all undeniably handsome, with large, firm genitals. Even I got a little excited, let alone my wife.
I'd discussed this with my wife before, subtly bringing it up in conversations. At first, she was hesitant, but later she reluctantly agreed, saying she could try it—just a simple massage, but a little more intimate. Hearing this, I quickly showed her the photos I'd collected. My wife shyly pointed to one of the masseuses, and wow, he was an absolute stud! I said, "Honey, you have quite the appetite!" My wife nudged me, saying, "You're so naughty! What if he does *that* to me?" I said, "Don't worry, they're all very professional. Unless you can't resist, haha."
After some communication, we set a time, choosing a weekend evening. The masseuse arrived at the hotel on time. Seeing him in person, even more impressive than in the photos, my wife's face immediately flushed. I knew I was in for a surprise.
The technician was indeed very professional. He chatted with my wife first, mainly praising her, and of course, my wife definitely deserved praise. After chatting for a while, the technician suggested that we take a shower first before the service. I told my wife to shower first, and then I privately asked the technician, "Are you going to shower too?" The technician said yes, explaining that in this kind of service, both parties might be completely naked in the latter half... Hearing this, I was already hard. My lovely, beautiful wife, going to be naked in bed with this muscular man... Just thinking about it was incredibly exciting.
After my wife finished showering, she got into bed wrapped in a towel. While the technician was showering, I told my wife to take off the towel, cover herself with the blanket, and lie down on the bed. I asked if she was nervous, and she said, "I'm so nervous. Are you really sure? You have to be there during the massage." I said, "Of course! After the massage, we're going to have sex!" My wife said, "You're so naughty, letting someone else touch me."
After the masseur finished showering, he came out wearing only a tight pair of underwear, revealing his large penis. He approached the bed, took out some essential oils and a towel from his bag, and turned to my wife. He gently said, "Beautiful lady, may we begin?" My wife hummed in agreement. The masseur then had my wife lie face down, slowly pulling the blanket up to her waist. He poured some essential oil and began massaging her back, starting from her shoulders and gradually moving downwards, massaging both sides slowly and gently.
After a while, the masseur pulled the blanket down a bit, revealing half of her buttocks. My wife, embarrassed, buried her face in the pillow. The masseur, seeing my wife's buttocks, showed a look of surprise and delight. I knew he was captivated by my wife's shapely bottom. The masseur leaned down and said to my wife, "You are so beautiful," and began rhythmically massaging her buttocks. My wife started panting softly, lifting her head to change direction. I saw her face flushed; she was clearly enjoying it.
Then, the masseur pulled the blanket down completely, revealing my wife's perfect body to him—so beautiful. The masseur's genitals were already quite swollen. He climbed onto the bed, placing his legs behind his wife in a prone position. He spread her legs and began to roughly caress her arms, shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs, occasionally bending down to rub his body against her back, buttocks, and legs. By this time, his wife was breathing heavily. I saw that her private area between her legs was very wet; I think she was eager for someone to penetrate her.
Actually, the massage had only just begun. After a while, the masseur lay on top of his wife, who was panting heavily, and whispered something in her ear. His wife smiled and nodded. Then the masseur got up, and his wife rolled over on the bed! It turned out the masseur wanted his wife to roll over. Then, the masseur took off his only underwear, revealing his penis. Wow, what a sight! A muscular man next to his fair-skinned wife on the bed, with a penis about 18 centimeters long. My wife gasped when she saw it; it was much longer and thicker than mine.
At that moment, the masseur positioned my wife, placing his hands on either side of her and spreading her legs. My wife and I both cried out, "No!" The masseur smiled and said, "It's not about sex, don't worry."
He leaned down and, similar to the previous caresses, began rubbing my wife from the front, starting with her neck and kissing her, just like our foreplay. He moved downwards, kissing her breasts, slowly circling them, then taking her nipple into his mouth, rotating and sucking on it with his tongue. My wife couldn't resist; her nipples were her most sensitive spot. She passionately wrapped her arms around the masseur, her lower body actively rubbing against his penis. The masseur had kissed her entire body, then held her tightly, trying to touch her lips. My wife then kissed him back, and they began a passionate kiss, the sounds of their saliva filling the air.
The two were entwined tightly at the waist. The wife was panting heavily. The masseur began to move his lower body, pressing his penis against her vulva. With just a little force, he could penetrate her. But he didn't. Instead, he kept observing, at most parting her labia, inserting the glans a tiny bit, then immediately withdrawing, stimulating her clitoris repeatedly. Then he would part her labia again, inserting a little more, then withdrawing, but never actually penetrating. The wife was completely disoriented, telling the masseur, "I can't take it anymore, I need it so badly." The masseur then began to forcefully thrust his penis against her clitoris, repeatedly poking and sliding it back and forth. The wife was already moaning, almost screaming, her arms tightly wrapped around the masseur, kissing him passionately. As the frequency increased, she let out a scream, gushing out streams of fluid—she had orgasmed! She had squirted!! The masseur continued to vigorously stimulate her clitoris, while she continued to gush, her body convulsing.
After about a minute of stimulation, the masseur's movements gradually slowed down. My wife had essentially lost consciousness, lying on the bed with glazed eyes, letting the masseur caress her body. He touched her entire body, including her genitals, before reluctantly leaving her. Turning to me, he said, "My massage for today is finished. Now it's time for cleaning up and finishing up." Looking at his erect penis, I felt for him; he really had it tough, able to serve such a beauty but unable to ejaculate.
I was getting tired of watching. I said I was going to the living room for a smoke, and that I should stay with her. I went to the living room, lit a cigarette, and watched as the masseur sat beside my wife in the bedroom, tidying up the essential oils and towels.
About half an hour later, my wife regained consciousness. The masseur had stayed by her side the entire time, his penis still erect; it was clear my wife had truly captivated him. He told my wife that there was one more service to complete—he needed to wash her. After saying that, he picked up his wife and carried her into the bathroom. He deliberately left the door ajar to prevent any misunderstandings. I peeked through the crack and saw him patiently bathing his wife. She was sitting on the edge of the tub while the masseuse leaned over to wash her. At that moment, his wife leaned down and whispered something in his ear, and he whispered something back to her. Then he turned to me outside the door and said she wanted to add another service. I told him that if she liked it, that was fine with me.
At this point, the masseur helped his wife stand up, had her hold onto the edge of the bathtub, and began kissing her back, buttocks, and legs from behind. Then, he popped his head out between her legs and began giving her oral sex. His wife started moaning loudly again and pressed his head down, seemingly enjoying it immensely. After about 10 minutes of licking, his wife was almost unable to stand. The masseur then stood up, embraced her, and slowly inserted his penis between her legs, beginning to stimulate her clitoris as before—parting her labia, inserting the glans, and then withdrawing to stimulate the clitoris.
When he parted her labia for the nth time and inserted the glans, his wife leaned back—yes, she did it willingly. With that, his penis went in halfway, and the masseur gasped. His wife cried out, and I was also surprised. Then his wife said, "Give it to me, I need your penis inside, I need it, it's so itchy inside." The masseur, abandoning his professionalism, became completely absorbed in the moment. He embraced my wife and slowly inserted the remaining half of his penis, about three-quarters of it, until it was fully inside. Then he pulled out, then inserted it again, rhythmically beginning his piston-like movements.
I stood outside the door, feeling uneasy, yet strangely excited by what I was seeing. My wife was right in front of me, being penetrated by a handsome, muscular man—and she had asked for it. I said to the passionate couple in the bathroom, "Since we're going to have fun today, let's make it good. But I'm warning you, my wife is in her fertile period today, so I can't ejaculate inside her. The rest of the time, you can do whatever you want."
They seemed encouraged, and began thrusting even more frantically. The masseur covered my wife's breasts with his hands, attacking from behind with increasing force and deeper penetration. Finally, with a shudder, my wife felt his entire penis inside her, and then it stopped moving. He had penetrated her uterus!
My wife was trembling all over, almost collapsing from exhaustion. At that moment, the technician picked her up, walked past me, and returned to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, spread her legs as wide as possible, and then quickly inserted his entire penis back in, afraid her cervix would close. He then began thrusting vigorously, each time pulling it all the way in and out, tearing out the tender flesh of her vaginal walls.
After about 20 minutes of penetration, probably several thousand thrusts, my wife had already had four orgasms. At this point, the masseur increased the speed of his thrusts, seemingly close to climax. My wife then tightly embraced the masseur, pleading, "Don't pull out! Please, ejaculate inside my uterus! I want a complete sexual experience! No one has ever given me such pleasurable sex! I want you to ejaculate inside me! I want you to ejaculate inside me!" The masseur was on the verge of ejaculation, but my wife's tight grip prevented him from pulling out. With a loud shout, he thrust his penis deep into my wife's vagina, his scrotum throbbing as he began to pour semen into her uterus. My wife reached her fifth orgasm the instant the semen entered her uterus. The ejaculation lasted about half a minute; I wonder how long they'd been storing their semen for this kind of work—it all came at once, all inside my wife's uterus.
After ejaculation, the masseur lay on top of my wife, both enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. I bet even the most skilled masseur wouldn't have the chance to have sex with such a beautiful wife like mine. Today, we even had a full sexual encounter, lingering for about five minutes, and the masseur's penis still wasn't completely soft. He got up and pulled his penis out of my wife's body. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, indicating a significant amount of semen had been ejaculated inside. Because he had penetrated her uterus, all the semen was inside, so after his penis left her body, the cervix closed, locking the semen inside.
Fearing my wife might get pregnant, I gently pressed on her lower abdomen and spread her legs. My wife was already unconscious, letting me do as I pleased. Soon, semen started flowing from her lower body—the semen that had been ejaculated earlier. It flowed for a long time, leaving a large puddle on the sheets, almost half a cup. So much semen had stayed in my wife's uterus for five minutes!
After this, my wife became addicted to this service.

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