A true first time experience with a reality check.
After a while, even the greatest sex becomes routine and starts to lose its spark. The thrill of newness, the lust, the excitement you get when you first have sex, slowly dwindles away. I hate to admit it, but this is what happened to us.
To add spice to our sex; like most people, we fantasise about different scenarios while love making: role play, outdoor sex, being watched, etc.
We love a good massage. Should it be a simple foot or full body; we enjoy the intimate contact, and it always leads to a satisfying bedroom session once we get home.
Probably influenced by our love for massage, our favourite fantasy is a massage which leads to a threesome.
I‘m no angel and I’ve dreamt of being fucked by another man, but being raised to believe good girls don’t, I wasn’t sure if I could. We left it that; if the opportunity arose, I should go for it, and we’ll see what happens.
I’m Chinese, and while on holiday in China, we met up with friends, a couple I used to work with. Over dinner, we chatted non-stop, and not wanting the evening to end we decided to go to a local spa.
The spa was top class. Attentive staff, luxurious surroundings and expensive fittings everywhere. Gym, cinema, bowling-alley, restaurant, it catered for every need. After a relaxing sauna and swim we put on the spa pyjamas, soft cotton shorts and top, and made our way to the quiet lounge.
With so much to catch up on, we asked for a private lounge. The attendant guided us to a softly lit room, sporting four sumptuous reclining chairs and served tea. The entry fee included an introductory foot and leg massage, so when two male and two female masseurs arrived, we lay back, closed our eyes, and enjoyed the attention.
The Reiki foot massage was sooo… relaxing, I was almost asleep by the time he moved to my legs. Gentle kneading of my calves and thighs was just what the doctor ordered… Hummm. When he rubbed the top of my inner thigh, it felt so intimate, I didn’t want him to stop.
He must be a mind reader, for his hand circled over my pyjamas and grazed my pussy. Oh my God! A hot flush charged through my body. It felt so good, I didn’t say anything. After that, every time his hand reached the top of my thigh, his palm gently kneaded my pussy. It was so erotic. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.
Worried someone had noticed, I glanced over to check. They all had their eyes closed and the other masseurs had their backs to us. No one had seen a thing.
Heart racing, I closed my eyes in anticipation of more.
The masseuse saw me looking, and as I didn’t complain, he returned to my upper thigh and brushed me again. I’m sure he was testing me, to see how far he could go. It felt so gorgeous, I found myself raising my hips to greet his palm. He got the message, and before I knew it, he’d slipped his hand inside my shorts.
Being touched in a way only my husband should, felt so naughty, then add to this the taboo factor. Good girls don’t. Combined with, oh my god, I’m being touched by someone else, and my excitement was pushed through the roof.
As his pace increased, spasms pulsated through my body. I tried to resist, but couldn’t help myself. Gripping the bed, thighs twitching, body shaking, I had to bite my lip to stop crying out as I came.
Later, when I told my husband what happened, he couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t suspected a thing. It was a real turn on for us both, and we couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. My underwear was soaking, and needless to say, while I told him every detail, we made love like teenagers.
Back home, fired up by the experience, we planned our next adventure. A hot, sensual, massage.
We found a newly qualified masseur online, offering a free massage so he could gain experience. His ad looked genuine, so we made contact, and invited him to our home.
The anticipation added to the excitement, and while hubby fussed about lighting candles and preparing towels, I showered and shaved down below. The thought of another man seeing my pussy, sent shivers down my spine and I wanted it to look its best.
On arrival, he seemed a little nervous but pleasant. I was happy enough and went to prepare myself. Stripping naked, I lay face down on the bed, and covered myself with a towel.
As he entered the bedroom I asked “Is this ok?”
“On you back would be better.”
Strange. I thought. Full body massages usually start face down. Not to worry, I told myself and turned over.
Taking the oil we provided, he slid the towel down and lavishly rubbed it all over my boobs and nipples. I was a bit taken aback. I didn’t expect anything so intimate, so soon. I can’t say I enjoyed it. It felt a bit like a violation.
Boobs oiled, he dismissed them and lowered the towel to my thighs, took a good look at my shaven pussy and began to rub oil on my tummy.
I exchanges concerned glances with my hubby. This guy didn’t seem to have any idea what he was doing. He certainly didn’t know how to give a massage.
Not willing to give up on our fantasy, my husband offered guidance and joined him. For a while I received a relaxing four handed massage. This wasn’t what we expected, but at least I was getting a massage that didn’t insult the intelligence.
As they progressed to my shoulders, he leaned over me… Ewww! A pungent odour hit my nostrils.
I turned to my husband and scrunched my face. He knew something was wrong but didn’t know what. When I got a second whiff, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rolled away from him in disgust.
I couldn’t believe he’d come to our home without showering. There’s no excuse for poor hygiene, especially when giving something as intimate as a massage. When my husband told him to leave, he didn’t seem to understand why, but knew something was wrong and left with his tail between his legs.
Not only were we disappointed, it shattered our dreams. I didn’t want to talk about fantasies for a long time after that.
Two years later, all was forgotten. On holiday in China again, we lay side by side as two male masseurs gave us a full body massage. By the time my back, buttocks and legs were done, I was half asleep and reluctant to turn over when asked.
When he massaged my head, face and neck, I was gone. I wasn’t even aware he’d moved to my chest until his fingers flicked over my nipples. Hummm… They rose under his kneading but I didn’t care, it felt good.
After a good tummy workout, he pressed deeply into the grove between my thigh and groin, Wow! The feeling was electric. Spasms shot down to my toes, I instantly got moist and flushed.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Pressure point, for ovary detox.”
A friend had mentioned ovary detox, but I couldn’t remember what she said. Didn’t matter, all I needed to know was that it felt good.
When he did it again, I couldn’t help myself, my juices went into full flow.
Changing position, he lifted my legs, bent them at the knees, and began to work on my calves and thighs. I daren’t look, but he must have had a perfect view of my shaven pussy. It felt so wicked.
Lowering my legs, he made sure they were well apart. Every nerve in my body seemed to focus between my legs, my whole skin tingled in anticipation. When he grazed my pussy, I shivered and moaned. I couldn’t see, but I knew he was smiling and without saying a word, I realised we had crossed a threshold; a point of no return.
Without further ado, he slid his hand right over my pussy and pressed. I was on fire, shaking. He didn’t need to feel my juices to know how turned on I was, but when he did, he pushed two fingers inside me. All I could think of was… WOW! I was floating on his fingers, my world balancing on my g-spot... Mind-blow, I hit the ceiling and shook wildly as he took me to the moon... mmmmm.
Ovary detox my ass. It’s just word play for happy ending.
As neither of the masseurs’ spoke English, and the session was coming to the end, I discreetly told my husband what had happened. He said he had heard my moans and guessed what was going on. He’d found it exciting, and was struggling not to get hard in front of his masseur.
“Why don’t you ask for an extension?” He suggested with a wicked grin on his face. “Mine can go and we’ll see what happens.”
I asked, but this was the end of his shift and he couldn’t stay.
As the other masseuse left the room mine lingered and in a low voice said, “Meet me outside and I’ll come to your hotel and finish the massage.”
We have discussed this scenario many times, so when I told my husband, his eyes lit up.
He could see how excited I was and simply said, “Go for it.”
I was on cloud nine and floated up the street.
Back at the hotel, there was no pretence about what was going to happen. While hubby lowered the lights, I stripped and jumped on the bed. They followed suit, and my masseur began to apply oil all over my expectant body. It was finally going to happen, two men at the same time, my heart pounded.
There’s no feeling quite like it. When you’re with someone for the first time, every sensation is heightened - your lips, your nipples, and your inside all feel like they’re on fire. As he paid lots of attention to my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples with his hands and mouth, I was on another planet - head thrown back in total ecstasy.
“You look good enough to eat.” My husband whispered, his erection showing how pleased he was.
As he slipped two fingers inside me, I was so excited the juices flowed as if I was a teenager having sex for the first time. Pulling his hand away, his fingers dripped with my essence. He stared at them for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Looking right into my eyes, he smiled, lifted them to his mouth and tasted my nectar… Oh my god. What a turn on.
Hubby couldn’t believe it either. Unable to resist, he slid his hand over my soaking pussy. Then as his fingers swam in my wetness, he leaned forward, and began teasing a nipple with his tongue. This felt so bad, it was driving me crazy. The masseur followed suit, and for the first time in my life, I had two men sucking my boobs at the same time.
This was better than any fantasy. My head was spinning. Everything was perfect.
As hubby alternated between finger fucking, and teasing my clit, my breathing came in short gasps.
Catching the eye of the masseur, my hubby glanced down. He got the message, and took over pleasuring me, while hubby leaned back to enjoy the eye candy.
He told me, the image of my thighs, arching and grinding in pace with another mans’ fingers, will be with him forever.
Turning my back to my husband, I reached for his cock and whispered “I need you inside me.”
Taking my leg by the knee, he lifted it so the masseur could have a good view, and shuffled closer so he could enter me. As he did so, the masseur took hold of hubbies cock and guided it in. Wow…
He’s big and normally pounds me hard, but this time he took it slow and gentle savouring every sensation. I was so glad, as I wanted it to last as long as possible.
While he drove me crazy with his cock, the masseur teased my clit and licked my nipples. Hummm… Heaven on earth, far better than any dream.
From my nipples, he nuzzled his way to my neck. Then kissing my ears, forehead, eyes and cheeks, he made his way to my lips and kissed me - I instantly froze… His breath was rancid. Oh my God. How could this happen twice. It was like emerging from the embrace of a hot womb and plunging into icy water. Instant shock, instant turn off.
Oblivious of the effect his breath had on me, he began to lick my clit.
Hubby sensed something was wrong and looked at me. I stuck out my tongue and wafted a hand in front of my mouth. He knew it was the end, sighed and withdrew.
Neither of us, have any tolerance for poor hygiene.
The thought of that dirty mouth on my body made me cringe. I grabbed him by the ears, lifted his head and said “That’s enough, no more thank you.”
I couldn’t believe we had been let down twice, and it was going so well too.
Despite the way it ended, we look at this as a positive experience. It took us outside of our sexual comfort zone, added the spice we sought and stimulated our dwindling sexual routine. It made me realise, we can live out our fantasies, and enjoy them to the full.
Until the disastrous moment, I felt excited, desirable, even worshipped. Hubby said he got extremely turned on listening to me moan and groan, and enjoyed watching someone honour me. He loved the feel of my hot used pussy, the aroma, and the rejuvenated wetness drove him wild.
He says he feels proud to have given me an erotic present I deserve. I, on the other hand, was just pleased to please him. We’re a perfect match.
The experience has inspired us to be more adventurous. That can only be a good thing.
We have learnt our lesson. For our next adventure, and there will be one, we will stress the importance of cleanliness long before we make any physical contact with the other person.
When we first experimented, my husband told me that once I taste the excitement, I’d want more. How right he was, but as long as it’s exciting, and for both our benefits. Not just his or just mine. Then we’ll continue.
With fantasies we tend to think only of the ups, the excitement and the ecstasy. In reality, there’s balance in everything and downs happen too, that’s life.
This is our reality, a true story as it happened. We hope you enjoyed reading it.