My husband asked me to give him an oil massage.

It's been three years since I first encountered 69 massage. From initial aversion to acceptance and enjoyment, I'm grateful for my husband's guidance, which has allowed me to experience the pleasure a real woman should enjoy! Having been exposed to it all along, I found the sensations described in those articles a bit unbelievable. After chatting with a few couples and single men who seemed to have positive experiences, I came to believe what those articles described, and my feelings were even more intense than theirs. At my husband's insistence, I'll write about my first experience with a male massage! Please bear with me if it's not well-written.
On January 15, 2016, my husband had been chatting online with a male massage therapist for a long time. I finally decided to accept his arrangement and booked him to come to my hotel that evening for a private service. My husband waited at home for my reply. Finally, evening arrived. As the time for my appointment slowly approached, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Although I had read many articles about this before and had even had threesomes and double penetration experiences, my husband was with me. This was my first time getting an oil massage alone, so it was no wonder I was nervous.
My husband took me to my hotel room, hugged and kissed me, and then went home. This feeling of anticipation mixed with fear was indescribable. A while later, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly straightened my clothes and went to open the door. After confirming his identity, I opened the door and saw how tall he was—tall and muscular. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly went back inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I didn't know what to say. He took the initiative to speak to me. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was polite small talk. After a while, he told me to take a shower. Going into the bathroom, I was incredibly nervous. I quickly took a shower and then came out! He looked at me and laughed, saying, "Why are you still dressed? Just wrap yourself in a towel!" I didn't say anything at the time. He went to the bathroom, got a large towel, and spread it on the bed. I lay down on it, buried my head in the pillow, and my mind went blank. I could only hear him getting something, like a glass bottle, which I guessed was essential oil. After a while, it seemed like he was done getting ready. He came to the bedside, patted my head, and told me to relax. I didn't say anything, but I felt him put his hand on my waist and slowly push up my tank top, saying, "Take it off, take it off." "It'll be comfortable," I said without saying anything, just slightly lifting my body, and he took off my tank top. I hadn't worn a bra after showering, so my upper body was completely exposed. The room was very quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. He probably realized this too, so he turned on the TV, and finally there was some sound in the room, which made me relax a bit. He moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked my hair and told me to relax. I took a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a slight chill, like something dripping onto my back. Then he took... His hands started stroking my back, and I knew he was applying essential oil. He repeated this several times, and then I felt two large hands massaging the oil across my back. My body is small, so his two large hands completely covered my back. It felt so good. He asked if it hurt, and I said it was okay. He continued massaging up and down for a while, then started massaging my shoulders on both sides of my neck. He said the trapezius muscles are the most overworked muscles, so he massaged, shook, and kneaded them. After all that, my shoulders were sore. I felt much more relaxed. Then he started pushing along both sides of my spine, and then massaging my lower back. It felt really good, and I was happy with my decision. Then he started making large circles on my back, pushing from my shoulders to my waist, and then from my sides up to my armpits. I felt his fingertips touching the edge of my breasts. He kept circling like that, and with each circle, his hands moved a little lower down. I started to get nervous again, feeling like his hands were about to touch my nipples. I couldn't help but feel a little excited, and I slightly lifted my head... I lifted my upper body, hoping to make it easier for his hands to reach my nipples, but he pulled his hand away. He moved to my feet, and I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He started massaging my legs, first putting some essential oil on the back of my calves and then massaging them, even giving me a few foot massages. After massaging my calves for a while, he started massaging my thighs. Because I was still wearing underwear, he seemed quite careful, probably afraid of soiling it. He started massaging the back of my thighs from the outside, back and forth, then slowly moved inwards. After a while, I felt his hand reach the inner part of my thighs… My heart started racing again. His hand slowly moved to the inside of my thigh, and he began to push with his knee, all the way down to my groin. I held my breath, feeling every hair on my body stand on end. He continued pushing slowly back and forth, and each time he got close to my groin, I felt a little suffocated. Suddenly, his hand started to shake at the groin. I felt a jolt, like an electric shock. After a while, I started sweating. Then he began to tickle my inner thigh with his fingertips, making my leg feel itchy. It felt both good and bad. Suddenly, I felt his fingertips unconsciously brush against my vulva through my underwear. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and instinctively tightened my legs. He then pushed back and forth on the inside of my thighs, slowly spreading my legs a little wider. I started hoping he would touch my vulva. Then, I suddenly felt two of his fingers touch my vulva. I felt a little suffocated. He started massaging my vulva with his thumb through my underwear, slowly and gently—it felt so good. I could feel my lower body slowly becoming wet.
Then I started to take off my underwear, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he helped me take it off. His movements were so slow, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. Now I was completely naked, lying face down on the bed. He dimmed the lights, and a strange feeling began to stir within me. He started massaging my buttocks. He sat on the bed, placed my legs on his, applied oil to my buttocks, and began to massage. The moment his touch touched my skin, I instinctively tensed up. He gently touched my buttocks and told me to relax, but how could I relax? He began to... We chatted casually, and he said my skin was pretty good, neither dry nor oily, and that my buttocks were nicely shaped, very perky. I felt secretly pleased. My husband always says he's most satisfied with his figure. While we chatted, he massaged me, sometimes pushing, sometimes pinching, sometimes shaking, which felt very comfortable, and my mood gradually relaxed. Just as I was relaxing, he dripped a few drops of oil into the groove between my buttocks and slowly slid his fingers down to my anus, gently rubbing. I held my breath. After a while, he started sliding down again, almost touching my vulva, but he stopped. He repeated this several times... I started to get a little anxious, so hoping he would touch my vulva. Then he slid his hand up my inner thigh, and I could feel the pubic hair touching his hand. I gently swayed my hips, trying to signal him. He then slid his hand down, all the way to my vulva, and gently placed his fingers on it without moving. This time there was no underwear between us, and I could feel his warm fingers. I couldn't hold back anymore. He paused for a moment, then began to gently massage my vulva. The movements were so light I could barely feel them, yet I could feel something massaging underneath. After a while, he blew warm breath onto my vulva, and at that moment I felt… More and more fluid was flowing out. He slowly inserted his finger, very slowly, as if afraid of hurting me. After a while, his finger was all the way in. His hand seemed quite long. His finger remained still inside. By this time, I was already aroused and hoped he would move. His finger began to tremble slowly, in waves, like the pulse massager at home. Gradually, the amplitude of the tremors increased, and the intervals between the tremors became shorter. At first, I could still hold back my moans, but now I couldn't help myself and let out a soft moan. That one sound seemed to awaken him, and his trembling... The movements became more and more frequent, my moans grew louder, and I became increasingly wet. Then he took his hand out, and when he put it back in, his fingers seemed a little rougher; he had put two fingers inside. I felt a swelling down there, but his fingers didn't feel rough at all, no chafing. His two fingers trembled, rotated, and twitched inside me. His other hand gently pressed on my vulva. I felt like I was going crazy; the feeling was indescribable. My mind went blank, my body stiffened, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had seen those kinds of vibrators at a friend's house before, and although I hadn't tried them, I firmly believed that machines couldn't compare to human hands; human hands have a kind of spirit. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a spasm in my lower body, and I had my first orgasm. I grabbed his legs tightly, signaling him to stop. He pulled his hand out and teased around my vulva. Seeing my breathing gradually calm down, he started the second round. Because of my experience in the first round, I was much more accustomed to the second round, no longer nervous, and tried my best to cooperate with him. My buttocks were slightly raised to make it easier for him to move his hands. The second round seemed even more intense than the first; my lower body felt like it was being electrocuted. I really don't know how he trained his hands to be like that. And just like that, the second orgasm arrived. By this time, I had completely lost all shyness and was shouting loudly to enjoy this orgasm. I felt completely exhausted. After resting for a while, the third orgasm came, just like before, but seemingly even more intense. I had never experienced three orgasms in a row before. I felt like I had passed out, lying motionless on the bed. Then he got off the bed. In the bathroom, I heard the sound of water, knowing he was washing his hands. A moment later, he returned and whispered in my ear, "Is it comfortable?" I nodded. He told me to turn around, and with his help, I did. He tidied my hair and touched my neck. At that moment, I felt less like a friend meeting for the first time and more like a man who knew me well and was appreciating me. He put some essential oil on my breasts and began massaging it in circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes slightly, watching him intently as he massaged my breasts. My breasts aren't very large, but they are quite firm. My husband usually... He loved touching my breasts. He started talking then, saying my breasts were beautiful, perfect, and that massaging them with oil could improve many breast problems, such as sagging, outward expansion, and even the color of the areola. But he said I didn't seem to need those. I laughed, and the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared. He still diligently gave me a full breast massage, lifting my breasts, etc., but he wouldn't touch my nipples. I was puzzled; my nipples are very sensitive, and I love the feeling of them being touched, but he wouldn't. He then said that even if... Even if there are no problems with your breasts, you still need to take care of them. You can buy essential oils and massage them at home regularly. A woman's breasts are one of her most beautiful features, and he even taught me some massage techniques, which made me very happy. After massaging for a while, he casually touched my nipples, and I felt goosebumps rise around my breasts. After a while, he suddenly gently pressed my nipples with his fingers. I closed my eyes and slowly enjoyed it. After massaging for a while, his fingers started to tremble slightly, and I felt my nipples being stimulated by his fingers, quickly becoming hard. He then gently pinched them… He gently stroked it again, as if he were playing with something. Suddenly, I felt two warm things engulfing my nipples. He was kissing them, like a child nursing, but the feeling was completely different. He then extended his penis and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, and my breathing became rapid again. He then drew circles around my nipples with his penis. I couldn't resist anymore and hugged his head, gently stroking him. After a while, he slowly moved his penis to my abdomen, moving the tip of his tongue back and forth. I already felt a little uncomfortable, as if... A small, ticklish sensation crawled around on my abdomen, and it stopped after a while. I quickly withdrew my hand, trying to appear calm. He then began massaging my abdomen, putting some oil on it. Soon, my abdomen felt warm and comfortable. He said that although the effects of ovarian maintenance were not yet clear, massaging the abdomen with essential oils would definitely not harm me. I nodded, seemingly understanding, and continued for a while. My stomach felt very comfortable; I didn't know if it was the essential oil or just my imagination, but it felt wonderful. Then he got up and turned off the light. I didn't know what he was going to do. The room was dark, with only the faint light from the television. I closed my eyes and waited quietly.
After a while, he got into bed. He lifted my thighs with his legs again, but this time it was different. He… My heart skipped a beat. Was he going to…? I didn't know, and I didn't dare to think about it. After all, I hadn't dared to ask these things before. Although I had some thoughts in my mind, and although my husband had told me more than once that I should seduce him and hoped I could have sex with the masseur, I still didn't have the courage. Sigh, without my husband, I'm just a lamb. He put some essential oil on my legs and started massaging back and forth. The room was very quiet at this time. The TV wasn't very loud, and I just lay there quietly, feeling his hands skillfully pushing back and forth on my legs. After my calves, he started pushing my thighs, moving up a bit more. The room was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could feel him pushing hard. Then he pushed down to my groin, but this time my reaction wasn't as strong, since I'd already experienced that. However, this time he seemed to have changed his technique; it felt different from when he was pushing from behind. After a while, one of his hands started massaging my lower abdomen, which is a very sensitive area for me. He... With each press, I felt a spasm. Suddenly, one of his hands pressed against my vulva, gently rubbing it. Both hands pressed simultaneously, one after the other, and I felt myself becoming aroused again. He probably couldn't reach my lower abdomen, so he moved his body forward a little. Suddenly, I felt something touch my inner thigh. Yes, it wasn't a hallucination, it was his… Ah!! I tensed up, but before I could even tense up, another spasm overwhelmed me. One of his hands slowly went in, this time with two fingers. Because I had already leaked a lot of fluid, it went in easily. His other hand pressed against my lower abdomen, and his thumb pressed against my vulva. Before I was even ready, I started masturbating loudly. This time it seemed even more intense; I was going crazy. I gripped his legs tightly, my body swaying wildly. Before long, I had already orgasmed. This orgasm came so quickly that even I found it unbelievable. Then the second round began. This time, he moved his body forward a little more, and I could clearly feel his penis pressing against me…
Of course, in the end, everything happened except for penetration and kissing. The first thing my husband did when I got home was pounce on me, but I had already climaxed, and faced with his excitement, I could only give him a perfunctory response. Honey, I'm sorry, haha. You can imagine the rest yourself. So tiring, writing such a long post.
Finally, I wish all my friends in the park a Happy New Year and that you find your perfect partner soon!

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