Erotic massage in front of husband

*I am Juanjuan. I had a massage with my husband more than half a year ago. It was the kind of massage with erotic elements. We have been married for almost four years, and our sex life is considered satisfactory... The so-called happiness is difficult to define. In short, it means that I enjoy having sex with him, and there is no fever, boredom, or anything like those experts say. The reason why I went for massage was because my husband loves to visit pornographic websites. After seeing some Wife-swapping stories, he started to play with me on the bed. It’s just fun anyway, there’s nothing wrong with adding a little fantasy during sex, that is, pretending that your husband is not my husband. We are a very ordinary couple, my husband is a SMall supervisor, and I am a simple houseWife. When it comes to sex, we are probably like all couples in the world and have no taboos with each other; that is, we watch porn movies, use some tricks during sex - sexual fantasies or props, and occasionally watch porn on the Internet. Novels... To be honest, I always feel that those novels are written for men, or written by men pretending to be women. They are things that cannot happen in real life. My husband was very excited to see it, but as a woman, I know very well whether those stories are true or false. Anyway, it was just a fuss, but later my husband really applied for a qq and posted a post on the Internet asking for Wife swaps behind my back. After I found out, I felt sulky for a while. I felt like I was insulted. He was the only man in my life, and he was already thirty years old, and he was still engaging in such messy tricks? My husband said, "It's just fun! Who says you have to promise others" and so on. Unexpectedly, there were really a lot of responders, but they were not really couples, they were mostly singles who wanted to take advantage. After reading their chat records, I would be lying if I said I wasn't itchy. During that time, my husband wanted me almost every day, and I also felt that I was particularly easily excited. Just to be honest, even my husband admits that it can't be as simple as the erotic novels say... I still believe in extramarital affairs, but if I just do a couple exchange, or some 3P group sex, there's something like that easy? Who has the guts to choose a stranger based on just a few sentences in qq? Regardless of whether you are beautiful or ugly, fat or thin, etc., what should you do if the other party blackmails you afterwards? My friend, please, don’t be a human being anymore? One day in bed, my husband mysteriously said, "How about we go pay for a massage?" He heard this from a chat friend. A few stinky men talked nonsense while chatting, and they all said they heard it from others. Who knows if it is true or not? I ignored him at the time. My husband said that wind is like rain, and he soon forgot about it after the excitement passed... But this time, my husband never stopped talking about it, saying, "It's just a massage, but I don't necessarily know how to do it." What?” I think it’s also because safety is always a woman’s first consideration. With my husband by my side, and the masseur being paid for, it’s very convenient to go to a hotel to rest and register... The most important thing is that I can’t let myself really have sex with other men. I can fantasize about it, and I can have random thoughts. But in real life this is suicide. Since my husband is asking for it, I also have the desire to try something new. In fact, every woman has the idea of ​​having sex with another man. It’s not because she doesn’t love her husband or has sexual insufficiency.Satisfaction, just a pure desire to take risks. I think my husband thinks the same way. Taking risks is one thing, but taking risks must be within a controllable range. Who is stupid enough to jump out of a plane without a parachute? After our massage, for half a year our sex life was indeed as passionate as ever, but it was just an interlude, just like you can't fish out the main character in a movie. I still remember the last massage well. Although it was hard to accept, it was actually very stimulating. At first, I felt guilty, thinking about a strange man in front of your husband...that feeling afterwards. But because my husband didn't care at all, he pretended to be the masseuse every time he had sex. The stimulation was even worse than the feeling of being massaged. So, if your husband is open-minded enough, I advise you to give it a try, just half a set. You can’t force anything. I didn't refuse, and then my husband ran to the living room to get the newspaper. This damn guy had already drawn a bunch of red circles on it. What my husband meant was that I heard that some masseurs are both men and women, so I hope I can choose. I didn't want to get involved at all. Just the thought of having someone massage me made me nervous to death. How could I still have the energy to care about his game? In the end, my husband chose an "authentic fatigue-relieving oil pressure male master", and I agreed. He seemed quite serious, at least my impression of him was that he was more serious. On the phone, I heard my husband asking: "Can I do it in the afternoon?" Then he asked about the time of each session, the price, whether he would also give men a massage, etc. In the end, my husband even asked the man if he had done a full massage? I was anxious to stop my husband from talking nonsense, but I couldn't speak out... It seemed that the other party hesitated for a moment and didn't know what he said to my husband. I got angry after hanging up the phone. My husband explained nicely that he just wanted to make sure that the masseur was doing half-massage, because the advertiSement was too serious... Since I finally agreed, he didn't want to meet a real "authentic fatigue-relieving oil massage" "Male Teacher. All right! Although I feel embarrassed, my husband likes it anyway, and to be honest, I kind of want to try the Pleasure that other men can bring. My husband said that this person's price was quite high, so high that it would make people feel heartbroken. Then he SMiled ambiguously and said, "The price is so high, maybe he really has some skills!" This masseur does not count the number of sessions, he just does the work. Until you think it's enough, you keep emphasizing on the phone that he really studied in Japan and his massage skills are top-notch. When my husband asked him if he had done a full set, the man pondered for a while, and then said, "It depends on how you feel about this kind of thing! If the Wife feels it by then..." I warned my husband again: "This is the only way, don't Think of other tricks!" That day, I even wore sexy transparent Underwear. When we arrived at the hotel, my husband called the person again, and the person called back and went to the hotel room to confirm. I sat on the bed first, but after thinking about it it was not good to mess up the bed, I sat down on the chair again. In short, I was so confused that I couldn't think about anything and I didn't dare to move. My husband himself was the same, SMoking one cigarette after another, making the room full of SMoke. I knew he was also nervous. When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped up. I asked my husband in a panic: "What should I do?"Where are you standing? "I know this is a stupid question, but I really don't know where to stand. My husband shrugged his shoulders, kissed me, and said softly: "I love you!" This sentence made half of the tension in my heart go away, but the remaining half still made me feel like I was going to have a heart attack. . The masseuse is a very strong man, even a little fat, at least 1.8 meters tall! Because I was shy, I lowered my head, so I didn't dare to see his face clearly, but it felt fine. You know, we women judge men by feeling. The most important thing is feeling. If it feels right, then it is right. I stood on the corner of the bed farthest from the door, trying to make myself stand more naturally, trying my best to SMile... The masseur's voice was very soft, and he asked me gently: "What do you call me?" My husband helped me. He replied: "Just call her Juanjuan!" He was carrying a bag that looked like a briefcase, and then he took out a bottle of something he didn't know what it was, and then asked: "Do you want to take a shower first? ?" I took a shower and went out, but thinking about what I had to do later, I felt that I should take a shower... Now I have to face a man, what if he means to take a shower with me? Thinking of this, I suddenly felt hot all over my body, and I almost couldn't even stand. I hurriedly said: "I've washed it, just washed it." Then he made a gesture to me to take off my clothes, and I blushed and took off my coat and pants first, revealing my transparent Underwear. I found that he and my husband were both They stared at my body invariably. I felt the air conditioning in the room was so cold just now. At this time, I hoped that my husband could help me increase the intensity. I got under the sheets and didn't know where to put my eyes. In my ears, I only heard my husband say in a dry voice that was different from usual: "My Wife is very ticklish, so..." The masseur first He expressed regret and then mentioned his skills. Anyway, I didn't listen at all. At this moment, I just thought about where should I look so as not to be rude. Maybe I should close my eyes? But this masseuse is very polite...yeah! If you also want to find a masseur to relax, I suggest you feel his attitude on the phone first. "Juanjuan... um, do you mind your clothes?" The masseuse hinted at me in a soft tone: "Oil pressure will stain it!" I hid under the sheets and started to take off my bra, but I hesitated when taking off my Underwear. After a moment...it's not that I'm hesitant about taking off my clothes. Now that I'm here and others are here, there's no reason why I shouldn't take them off. What I thought was that my movements should be clearly visible outside the thin sheet. How can I take off my clothes gracefully? To be honest, to this day I don’t know if I took it off gracefully. Although I was covered with a sheet, I was completely naked, and I felt that way - scared, nervous, and excited. But this sheet

only needs to be lifted gently... My husband came over and took my Underwear and kissed me on the cheek. After a while, he sat on a chair nearby with his legs crossed and started SMoking again. At this time, the masseur also started to take off his clothes. He explained that it was oil pressure, so he had to take off his clothes too. What reassured me was that he didn't take off his clothes and left a SMall pair of Underwear. I didn't consciously pay attention, but stillAt a glance, he saw that his butt was very strong, and it felt very powerful in conjunction with his figure; as for that place... it felt bulging, no different from my husband's. Then he asked me to turn over. I rolled over onto my stomach, my face on the pillow, and it made me feel better not to have to look at him. Then I thought to myself: What is this dead husband doing now? Do you watch your Wife being touched casually by others? Am I enjoying it or is he enjoying it? The masseuse slowly took off the sheets on my body. As the sheets were removed, my skin came into contact with the cold air in the room. This reminded me that my body was unreservedly presented to a strange man... …I guess it’s not a real oil massage, just lotion. The lotion was so cold when it was poured on my body. "You have such a good figure and your skin is so white. Your husband is so lucky!" The masseur's voice was very soft. His low voice made me feel like I was doing something big and important behind my husband's back, but in fact the room was very SMall. , I know my husband will definitely hear it. Although his compliments might just be a professional habit, it felt good to hear them, and the shyness began to disappear. I said that women live by feeling. He first massaged my shoulders, very gently. While massaging, he asked in my ear: "Will this hurt? Is it too hard?..." The tension just now began to disappear. It was really comfortable, so comfortable for me. I forgot that there was a man wearing only Underwear next to me. I was so comfortable that I forgot that I was naked. I was so comfortable that I almost wanted to sleep. Just as I was relaxing, the masseuse's hands began to move down, to my back. It was fine when I was massaging my shoulders, but then I started to feel itchy... I am really a very ticklish person, and every time I get angry or in a mood, my husband will use tickling to deal with me. To be honest, I really don’t know which part of my body is not ticklish. Although it's itchy, I'm embarrassed to say it. You know, women are afraid of people laughing. I think I twisted my body a little. This man is also an experienced person, so he noticed such a slight movement! He asked me in a low voice, "Does it itch?" I said softly, "Yes." His voice was really gentle and thoughtful. His original shyness was almost gone, and all that was left was trust, just like the trust I have in my husband. of course, a large part of it was also because I was lying on my stomach. It seemed that as long as I could hide my face, I would feel safer. His hand continued to press and slowly moved down. When it reached my waist, I burst out laughing. After hearing my laughter, he laughed too, and all the tension in the room disappeared. . This is a very special experience. When you expose your shortcomings and find that the other person doesn't care about your shortcomings, the relationship between the two will immediately become closer. The following content requires a reply to be viewed, so I told him that I was ticklish, especially my waist. Talking to him was a natural thing, just like telling my beautician what kind of hairstyle I wanted. . This ease lasted only a second, as his hands left my waist and slid to my hips. He was not in a hurry to do anything. He first poured some lotion on my butt and then started rubbing it. There were times when I felt like he was about to touch my Vagina;He was so close, but he immediately left again, as if he was accidentally full of regrets. I know he will touch it there eventually, but I still feel scared. Some things you can never become a habit of. In a nervous but expectant mood, his hand left my buttocks and moved down again. On the one hand, I was a little disappointed that he gave up on doing "business", and on the other hand, I began to worry about the itchy nerves in my legs. Too sensitive. This person suddenly started to rub my feet gently, and then said: "Your legs are so beautiful, white and thin, so beautiful..." I knew he meant it, at least I felt it, it felt like the most beautiful thing in my life of all. Then he started to kiss my legs, and even held the instep of my feet to caress his cheeks, as if he had discovered the most beautiful treasure in the world... At first, I resisted and wanted to pull back. No one had ever kissed my legs, nor had I ever kissed my legs before. People have complimented my feet, maybe my parents did, but at least not since I can remember them. He didn't let me go like he did during the massage. He pulled me back and kissed me. I felt his tongue moving between my toes... It wasn't a physical Pleasure, but a psychological touch. I almost feel like crying. This was the first time someone kissed a place that even I had never noticed. Some people say that women are developed. Let me tell you, this sentence is really 100% true. From the first time I held hands, to the first kiss and caress with my husband, I still remember the shock when I touched my husband’s cock for the first time. Women rarely know what they want or don't want, and they need a good man to guide them. We are not as rude as men. Women are independent animals like cats. I believe that no two women have similar feelings about sex. Any sex education book you can find has at least one-third of it false. It seemed like a century had passed. I was so caught up in the emotion that I didn't even notice his hand coming to my buttocks. When he touched my lower body, I realized how big his hands were. Although they were big, they were delicate. He didn't directly invade the most private part, he just stroked back and forth between the thighs. Occasionally and inadvertently, he touched the slit and immediately moved away. It seemed like it was not there, and I felt that my whole body was about to loosen and disperse. All this is still not Pleasure, but I know that he is touching me, this gentle man is touching me... His hand slowly covers my Vagina, covering it completely and rubbing it slowly, Like a guardian angel. After a while, his fingers began to wander in and out of the cracks as if searching. Suddenly he found my most sensitive clitoris, and just touched it gently. At that moment, I snorted "嘘!". I knew I shouldn't scream, but I was like a SMall boat floating in the gentle ocean. Suddenly there was a lightning strike... I realized that I had already It was wet, and his touch made me feel that my clitoris was already covered with love fluid, and his fingers slid and played with it easily. All the muscles in my body were aroused, and I arched my hips uncontrollably, but he was still so gentle, not impatient or worried. The first Pleasure came slowly, and I couldn't do anything except hold on to the sheets. This is tidalThe Pleasure never goes away, it's not waves after waves as people say, but more like a tsunami. You never know where its height is. His hand was so light and so natural when it penetrated my lower body. I could hear the sound of water coming from my lower body, like waves hitting the rocks... I could bear not to make any sound, but my body couldn't help it. I wanted to roll and jump up, but my body fell downwards. A sense of powerlessness arose. I had no choice but to raise my buttocks as high as possible to face him. I think I am about to cry, maybe I have already cried...but his tenderness still refuses to let me go. I didn't know I could have so much water, it was like a dam bursting out of control. In fact, there is no need to have sex or any movement. Now I am sitting here reCalling the lustful sound made by my lower body at that time. My whole heart feels like it is going to explode and my face is as red as an apple. Then his hand left, and for a moment I felt like my whole body felt empty, and my hand also left the sheets. I think if I hadn't had the sheets to hold on to, I would have screamed with all my strength. He turned me around. This man was so strong, like a god, that he gently lifted me over without me feeling anything. I turned my head and looked at my husband. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew that he had seen everything just now. The husband was still SMoking a cigarette and maintaining the same sitting position just now. I don't know whether it was shame or excitement, but an emotion filled my chest. My man is watching me being played with, but I climax without shame... I feel a sense of love from my husband, and I know he loves me like this, and loves me for letting my truest self out. . But it was difficult. I could only turn my emotions to the sheets, and then I realized that my fingers were so sore. He leaned over and lay on my chest, kissing and groping my nipples. He gently caressed my breasts and stroked my nipples from time to time. My nipples were also very sensitive. Every time he touched my nipples, my whole body trembled, just like my whole body trembled when my husband ejaculated. His face came closer, a simple face with a bit of wind and frost. I suddenly had the urge to kiss him, but it was such a silly idea, wasn't it? He nibbled on my earlobe... Oh my god! The sound of heavy breathing sounded in my ears, and I felt dizzy. Like a broken Doll whose soul has been taken away, my body has disappeared, and all that is left is the sound of breathing, heavy breathing... The dizziness continues, spreading out like ripples, starting again, and on. The ground spread... This man found my weakness, my weakest point. In addition to telling me that my feet were beautiful, he also found my most vulnerable place. "Do you like it?" He whispered in my ear. Uncontrollably, I said, "I like it!" I thought I still had some sense left. If this man was my husband, I would hug him tightly and say "I love you" loudly. I could feel his lower body rubbing against my waist, it was very hard... I thought he did it on purpose, maybe he wanted me? Just as he was thinking of this, he reached out to my lower body with one hand and stroked my hair with the other, saying, "You are so beautiful.", so beautiful...Has anyone told you that you are beautiful? "Then the hand stroking my hair left. He gently grabbed my hand and touched his lower body through the SMall pair of Underwear. It's because I'm scared! This was the first time I touched the lower body of a man other than my husband. I woke up from all my dreams and immediately retracted my hand. He didn't force me anymore, moved away, gently pushed my legs apart, and started kissing my lower body. It was a combination of shame and Pleasure. I still tried to close my legs so that they were half-open and half-closed, but he gently pushed my legs completely to both sides, covering my entire Vagina. Just open in front of a strange man. His tongue swirled around my clitoris, but the feeling in my heart was wave after wave of Pleasure... With the climax, my legs, which were still slightly straining, completely relaxed and opened, and I faced him, only to Wanting to be closer, closer... Then I finally made a sound and started Moaning with abandon. All shame has been thrown away, I only know that I want, want, and want him to give me more happiness. I don’t know if I yelled "I love you", but I think I at least yelled "Give me...Give me again..." It was really not because of how beautiful he licked it, but because of my open legs, I was opening my legs to meet this man. I was tired and almost out of breath... He came back to my ear. The constant intersecting Pleasures, all kinds of different Pleasures, with his kiss, I forgot everything... I don't know why I reached out my hand and took out his cock from his Underwear. At first I just touched it gently, feeling its hardness, the beating of the cock, and the thickness of the cock. Slowly I started to go crazy, rubbing it for no reason. All I wanted to think about was rubbing it until it ejaculates, and a lot of Semen... His hand finally inserted into my lower body, and with the movement of his fingers, As I moved, I became more and more excited, and I also felt his excitement. I felt so comfortable that I almost went crazy. I felt myself twisting my hips hard on the bed, Moaning and gasping. The climax is coming! I straightened my lower body, and another orgasm came almost instantly... I was so tired that I couldn't hold on to his charming cock, and I couldn't stand up anymore. I'm really tired. I don't know how many orgasms I have experienced... I really want to kiss him, but this won't work. I know this won't work. It seems like it's time, or does he think I've had enough? In fact, I am satisfied, although this satisfaction is not the perfect satisfaction of penetration. But I know that when I have a husband, I will ask him to penetrate me once or two or three times. After the masseur leaves, if my husband refuses, I will rape him... But at this time, all I can think about is massage. The shadow of the Teacher’s cock. I feel sorry for myself if I don’t reply to such a nice post. I think I can’t leave for a day. 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