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Chinese Massage Triangle
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ANcpl, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
Oh my God! What was I doing? My hips were out of control, arching to meet his hand, daring him to delve between my naked legs. Worse still, Jack, my husband, lay on the massage table alongside with no idea what was going on. Masseurs had ‘accidentally’ brushed between my legs before, gauging my reaction, but my traditional Chinese background had left me believing good girls don’t and I hadn’t let it go any further. Afterwards, embarrassed, I’d told Jack what had happened and how gorgeous it felt, he laughed and told me I should have gone with the flow and enjoyed it. Jack’s from the West. We live there, but make a point of visiting China once a year. While there, we always treat ourselves to a day in the spa, which is where I lay naked alongside my husband while the masseuse had every nerve between my legs pulsating in anticipation. As his hot fingers danced across my naked flesh I felt like I was hypnotised. I couldn’t believe I was letting it happen and that I had Jack’s approval. I couldn’t stop my hips rising, my pussy silently screaming, touch me… touch me now. I could feel it coming, a great inbound wave and knew that the second he touched me I was going to orgasm. Teasing my inner thigh, his electrified fingers got closer. ‘Just touch me. Touch me please,’ my pussy begged. He was inches away, then - ‘What… Where's he gone?’ I like being teased, but this was torture. ‘Just touch me,’ my pussy pleaded. I needed that hand and I needed it now. Ahhh, the soft warm touch ...