Wife gets fucked during massage (family incest adult novel)

I am 26 years old this year. My wife is one year younger than me. She is very pretty and well-behaved, with very, very fair skin. Perhaps

She hasn't had a baby yet, so she's still in good shape. She's about 169cm tall and weighs 51kg.

I feel a little bit fleshy but not fat, my bust is 33D, waist 26.5, hips are wide about 36, but

But when her butt is raised it drives me crazy.

Last year I saw articles about wife swapping or exposing girlfriends, and I heard that wife swapping is gradually becoming popular. I don't know why.

I have a special urge for this kind of news, and I want other men to see my wife's beautiful figure, even in my

Make love to her in front of him.

I started to set my sights on my wife. Is this a mental problem or is it just too much work pressure?

Since she was the kind of girl who was extremely shy and reserved, rashly proposing such a suggestion would probably only lead to a quarrel;

So I tried to show her similar articles or 3P pictures several times since the end of last year, and she really

I had no interest at all, and at first I was too lazy to even watch it.

I began to prepare for a long battle and continued to forward her relevant articles and pictures. After a few months, she

I started to look more carefully and found that she would pay more attention to some 3P pictures of muscular but gentle-looking men.

After a while, for some gentle and romantic wife-swapping articles, they would also raise some questions or topics, and start asking me

: Will their husbands really not be jealous? Or does it mean that their husbands don't love their wives anymore?

.

Of course I started brainwashing her, basically telling her that since her husband had taken the initiative to ask for it, she would not mind.

She gradually stopped objecting or getting angry.

It just meant that she would never try it anyway; but I thought it was okay, I could wait and everything would take its time.

I started to put two fingers in her mouth and thrust them in and out slowly, asking her to close her eyes and imagine there was another

A very gentle man was making love with us and was now putting his penis in her mouth; after many attempts

I noticed that she would start to move her tongue and suck my fingers, just like a blowjob. I also noticed that when I was

When she described the scene of pretending that we were having a threesome, she closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and her lower body twisted

Awesome, etc.

I knew the opportunity had come, so I started asking her, should we really find someone to try it? She ignored me, and I started

I told her I really wanted to, but she didn't answer. Then I deliberately mentioned it a few times when she was in a good mood, but she was still shy.

Said: No, I don’t want others to see my body. But I knew from her expression and reaction that the efforts of the past year had paid off.

There should be some effect.

Last month, I deliberately asked her: If the other person is blind and can't see us at all, are you willing to try it?

She blushed and said: How is that possible?

I said: If you are willing, I will find a way to find it.

I don’t know whether it was true or not, she actually answered half-jokingly: I don’t want the ugly one.

I knew the opportunity had come.

I secretly searched the Internet for information related to one-night stands, and locked onto a few people and asked them to mail their photos.

A programmer was selected: 181 cm tall, gentle, strong, self-proclaimed sexual prowess.

I want a one-night stand, no money, and he won't bother my wife after we're done. Unfortunately, I'm not blind; I asked him out.

I had a cup of coffee and checked to see if the person matched the photo. After explaining everything, I asked him to wait for my call.

On the night of my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining about shoulder and neck pain lately. Let's get a masseur to come to our house."

Can I press it for you?

She had never called a masseur to her home before, so she thought about it and said: I think I can give it a try, my shoulders are really sore

That's amazing. Is the masseur a woman or a man?

I deliberately said: I don’t know, I’ll look in the newspaper and call to ask.

After 40 minutes, the doorbell rang; just as I expected, the programmer was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.

, got a guide pole from somewhere, and came in wearing a white sweatshirt and sweatpants pretending to be a blind masseur

I noticed that he had deliberately hung a colorful certificate on his chest and a photo. I think he must be looking forward to it.

The anticipation for this party was crazy, in fact, who would pay attention to what his ID was! !

I whispered to him to slow down a little. After entering the room, my wife was surprised and whispered: It's a man!

I said: Men are strong and have better massage skills, and now people are here, we can’t ask them to go back!

She said "oh", and the designer pretended to be very professional and said: "Go take a shower first, it will be convenient for massage later."

.

My wife was a little shy, but she went in to wash. I took the opportunity to tell the designer a few important things.

At 12 o'clock, my wife came out and lay face down on the bed with a bath towel wrapped around her. I sat next to her and started to get excited.

He climbed onto the bed, pretending to touch her towel, and whispered, "Take off the towel."

My wife looked at me with difficulty, and I added, "He can't see it."

The wife looked back at him carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind. He reached into his bag and took out something.

My wife rummaged around looking for massage oil, and seemed relieved, throwing the bath towel aside.

He started massaging my wife from her calves to her thighs and then

I sat astride my wife's hips and massaged her from her neck to her entire back. She closed her eyes and looked very happy.

son.

It seems that he has practiced massage in the past few days. He also said a lot: Your shoulder muscles are very tight, you should

Maybe the work pressure is too great, don't be too intense at work, etc. Then he climbed to the bed and started pressing the

I rubbed her thighs and he slightly spread my wife's legs apart. Maybe she was no longer on guard, so she spread her legs apart.

Seeing her peach garden hole vaguely visible between the two small labia, the designer began to slowly move along her thighs.

Press lightly upward toward the buttocks, and then move back to the calf when you reach the thigh.

After a few times, I noticed that every time he massaged the thigh, he would arch his knuckles and touch them intentionally or unintentionally.

My wife's vagina was always sensitive and trembled slightly the first few times. Fortunately, she thought it was inevitable to be touched.

After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged the thighs closer and closer to the end of the thighs.

Massage the thighs, but massage the knuckles at the same time is equal to rubbing gently at her vaginal opening. I found that my wife's vaginal opening

There started to be some flashes, and then vaginal fluid slowly began to flow out.

She closed her eyes and became quiet, unable to say a word. I noticed that the designer's pants crotch was actually quite high.

He seemed to be still not satisfied and asked my wife to sit up. He sat cross-legged behind her and continued to massage her neck and shoulders.

Although he was behind my wife, because our bed was facing the mirror, he had actually seen my wife's front in the mirror.

After seeing it clearly, my wife's face flushed and she began to carefully look at the masseur's gentle appearance in the mirror.

At this time, I deliberately said: You are so tired that you are sweating all over, and your sweat shirt is soaked. Do you want me to take it off and help you?

Dry?

He didn't refuse and took off his clothes to reveal his strong chest muscles, which were obviously trained in the gym.

I feel inferior to him. After working for many years, my white flesh has become a little loose. He deliberately touched things and walked to the table to drink

After taking a sip of water and taking a rest, I noticed that my wife's eyes never left his muscular body.

An infinitely shy look.

I asked him to sit on the chair and rest for ten minutes. I climbed onto the bed, kissed my wife, and whispered if she felt comfortable just now.

She nodded, and I knew that her lower body had been aroused and her sexual desire was aroused, so I quickly gave her some strong medicine.

I took the opportunity to touch her breasts and nipples. She pushed me and said: There is someone here. I whispered: He can't see

, then began to suck her nipples and gently finger her vagina and clitoris.

Her lower body kept twisting, making my fingers full of vaginal fluid. I touched her like this for seven or eight minutes, and the reaction from her body made me

Ying, I knew she was about to climax.

I glanced at the masseur, and he suddenly asked me in tacit understanding: Miss, do you want to continue the massage?

I pretended to be startled and pulled out my finger, stopping the stimulation suddenly. Based on my past experience, I knew she

This is the most painful moment, and she is looking forward to having something fill her little hole and let her reach the climax once and for all.

She was breathing rapidly and looked very uncomfortable, but I said: You can start massaging again.

The wife seemed to be unsatisfied and reluctantly lay back on the bed. The masseur sat back beside her and deliberately opened her thighs.

I started massaging, and sure enough, my knuckles began to rub her clitoris again. Since it was already wet, I believed my wife was young.

The hole must be feeling itchy and painful at this time.

After about three or five minutes, I deliberately asked: Are you amblyopic or completely blind?

He said he has been completely blind since childhood and can't see anything.

My wife was still silent, with only rapid breathing. I suddenly asked her directly: Is your figure really

Very good, have any female customers ever asked you to provide more passionate service?

He replied: “Three or five times.”

I said, “Are they satisfied?”

He replied: "May God have mercy on me. Although I am blind, I seem to be superior to others in this respect.

I was extremely satisfied, and I treated it as a one-night stand that was consensual...”

I thought my wife must have been aroused to the extreme point at this time, so I quickly said: Can we try it today?

He said: You can try it if you want.

My wife looked shocked, but said weakly: No!

I quickly walked over and whispered to comfort her: It doesn't matter, he can't see anything anyway, and he doesn't know who you are.

The sky will not recognize us when it leaves.

My wife didn't answer, so I continued to kiss and caress her, and I focused on her sensitive areas. My wife started to close her eyes.

The eyes groaned.

After two minutes, he suddenly walked to his wife naked and began to caress her breasts.

There was an extra pair of hands on my wife's body. She opened her eyes in shock. As a result, we were both shocked by his erect penis.

I was shocked. How could this be the size for Oriental people? From what I can see, it is about 20 centimeters long, black and thick, and very straight.

The erect penis is a deep brown color, with faint blue blood vessels showing through, and the purple-black glans is a large oval shape.

It looks like a small egg, and even men feel excited when they see it.

My wife dodged a little, and I quickly kissed her and said: I love you, I am really excited now!

She was probably overwhelmed by desire and closed her eyes again, letting the two hands wander over her body.

I took a dark silk scarf and covered her eyes to relieve her nervousness. The two men kissed and touched every part of her body.

Inch of skin, and take turns to play with her clitoris and vagina.

My wife started to twist her body, so I pulled her up a little and put my penis in her mouth and pumped it back and forth.

She automatically knelt on the bed with her buttocks raised, her small labia slightly opened, revealing the red tender flesh inside.

The masseur took the opportunity to bury his head between her buttocks, licking her clitoris and labia, and then began to use the tip of his tongue

I licked her anus quickly; she growled like a wild animal in excitement, and I teased her with obscene words.

, while gesturing to the masseur that it was time.

He stood by the bed, holding the thick black penis in his hand, aiming it at the hole that was already flooded with vaginal fluid, and thrust his waist forward.

, it went in one third with a "swish" sound, and my wife let out a loud "oh" and said: No. ． Don't do this

, she reached behind her back with her right hand to stop him, but unexpectedly she grabbed the thick black penis which was already one third inside her. <Oh.

． ． >She made a sound that was probably excitement or something, and it didn’t seem like she really wanted to pull it out.

I quickly comforted her and saw that she had her back to the masseur and was gently pinching the hot penis that was soaked with vaginal fluid with her fingers.

As if to test how thick it was, I increased the speed in her mouth, and he had to pull his hand back and hold it in

On the bed.

At this time, the masseur pulled back and thrust hard. My wife screamed and spit out my penis. She pulled it down with her hand.

The scarf on his eyes, he couldn't help but look back, the thick black penis actually entered his wife's vagina, and then started

Start a series of rapid and continuous crazy thrusts.

It took nearly seven or eight minutes before she stopped. I have to admit that I have never heard my wife make such a sad sound in my life.

The loud and crazy moaning sound kept shouting:

＜No, I really can’t do it anymore! Whoa whoa. ． I'm going to fly up. ． oh. oh. ． Fly up. ．

Oh oh oh． ． oh. ． Oh oh oh oh….oh oh oh． ． oh. ． oh. ． Oh oh oh oh! ＞

It was like crying and hysterics, and she kept shouting as he thrust in and out faster and faster.

＜Oh oh oh oh． ． I'm going to ejaculate. ． oh. ． oh. ． It really can't work. ． Whoa whoa. ． Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh． ． It leaked out. ． It leaked out. ． Oh oh oh oh． ． oh. ． oh. ． oh. ． Whoa whoa. ．

Oh oh oh oh oh! ＞

Accompanied by the crisp sound of his lower body hitting his wife's buttocks, "Pa pa pa pa pa pa." ． Bang bang bang bang bang. ． Snap

Pa pa pa pa pa. ． ＞The sound made me extremely excited.

Seeing his wife lying helplessly on the bed, he pulled out his penis, and seemed to have no intention of ending it. He turned his wife over

She turned over, put her legs on his shoulders, and inserted it again in the "old man pushing the cart" position.

After a minute of thrusting, my wife screamed wildly again, "I really came." ． stop. ． . ． Stopped. ．

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. ． Oh oh oh oh. ． Whoa whoa. ． Oh oh oh oh oh oh. ． Stopped.

． oh. ． oh. ． oh. ． Oh oh oh oh! ＞

He put his wife's hands around his neck, propped up her buttocks with both hands, and picked her up.

Walking and fucking in the room; the wife seemed to be crazy, screaming all the way, and it was hard to tell whether she was crying or happy.

It's excitement.

Thirty minutes had passed since I had inserted my penis into him and thrusted wildly until now. I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate.

I secretly admired him. He put my wife back on the bed. Her legs were hanging limply around his waist. She was sweating all over.

Now in a state of collapse.

He adjusted his body and started thrusting again. All that could be heard was the slapping sound of the lower body hitting each other and the masseur's muttering.

Mumbling to oneself: ＜So tight. ． It's really tight. ． real. ． So tight. ． ＞

Soon, my wife started to moan again.

As the speed of thrusting increases, my wife's "Oh." ． > The sound was getting longer and longer, I couldn't stand it anymore, I hurried

Then I inserted my penis into my wife's mouth and pumped it hard. My wife sometimes forgot to lick my penis because she was too excited.

, and sometimes I couldn't help but spit out my penis and scream because the other party went too deep; I saw my wife's legs stretched out in excitement

I saw her stretching her legs out to the sides as she wanted to get deeper.

The two little feet were stretched straight and tight, and the legs were shaking wildly.

“Oh oh oh oh oh…oh oh…I can’t take it anymore…I really can’t take it anymore…oh oh oh oh…”

Amid the crazy clapping sounds, I made the movements that I usually wouldn't dare to make during oral sex because I was afraid that she would vomit.

I thrust hard into my wife's throat. She shook her head because it was too deep. I stopped being gentle with her and thrust hard.

I pressed down on her shoulders and saw with my own eyes that her throat had a bulge of muscle due to the foreign object being inserted too deep, and she kept having thoughts.

The twitching and rising of vomiting made me even more excited when I saw her struggling and painful expression but unable to move.

Finally I couldn't help myself and shot my semen into the deepest part of her throat. She had obvious difficulty swallowing.

I pressed her harder as if I had lost my mind. Later I found that her face seemed to be distorted and had turned purple.

Red, afraid that she would choke to death if he played too much, he quickly pulled out his penis. She retched two or three times but couldn't vomit.

Produce something.

I saw the masseur had already pressed his hands tightly on my wife's arms and thrust as fast as possible.

He should be finishing soon, after three minutes of deep and rapid thrusting, just as my wife was about to... ． oh. ．

oh. ． Oh oh oh oh． ． It’s rising so much. ． The glans has become bigger. ． It has become bigger. ． Oh oh oh oh. ． oh.

． > He closed his eyes tightly and raised his chin while screaming miserably. After yelling several times <Uh uh uh>, he suddenly thrust his penis into his mouth.

The penis was pulled out, and a large amount of semen was ejected onto my wife's chest. The first shot went the farthest, and all of it was on my wife's hair and forehead.

On the head.

He panted and fell on his wife's belly, unable to speak any more. His wife was exhausted, with only her chest left.

Heavy breathing and constant rise and fall.

I looked at him with great satisfaction, and he smiled at me with a satisfied but tired look. After taking a bath, I sent him home.

When he left, the two of them thanked each other again and again. Without spending a penny, I satisfied my curiosity and expectations in recent years and made my sexual fantasies more interesting.

His dream came true, and he didn't spend a dime to play with such a pure and conservative woman. Just when the two of them felt that it was a "win-win"

We sent him out in a strange atmosphere.

After returning to the room, I don't know if my wife has come to her senses. She is wiping the semen on her chest and hair with toilet paper, her face is red.

She pulled the quilt over her and fell asleep without even taking a shower. I asked her if she was satisfied, and she closed her eyes and nodded shyly.

I am really satisfied with my wife's face and figure. I have long fantasized about seeing other men

The uncomfortable reaction of others when they see her naked makes me more sure of my choice of wife and makes me more