Chapter 1 — Everything Is Hard the First Time

While showering, I replayed the pre-call with Thomas Park.

He’d told me his wife had gone through several massage sessions but never progressed further. He wanted her to take that next step—wanted it badly—but said she wouldn’t even remove her underwear. He sounded frustrated.

She’d let him try three times already, he said, but each time it was just massage, nothing more. No undressing. Nothing beyond the surface.

Honestly, I cleared my mind. It’s not like I had some magical talent for seduction.

Massage comes first—that was the rule. So I’d do my best. Then, depending on how things unfolded, we’d see where it led. I had years of indirect experience from an online forum, after all. No need to panic.

I steeled myself and stepped out—only to find Emma Lee sitting beside her husband, dressed in just her underwear, chatting casually.

They gestured for me to sit, offered me a beer. A brief round of small talk followed—simple background questions—and then the real massage began.

I started cautiously on Emma Lee, who still wore her bra and panties.

I asked if any areas felt tight or sore, treating her like a professional client, massaging carefully, thoroughly. Soon, our bodies were slick with sweat.

We must’ve done about an hour of dry massage.

Thomas Park kept glancing up from his computer, anxious, restless—but he didn’t intervene. Even when I massaged near her inner thighs, nothing happened. That only seemed to make him more tense.

Only later did I truly understand how a husband must feel, handing over his wife to another man.

Then I brought out the oil I’d prepared.

After an hour of meticulous work, something shifted. Her body began responding—subtly at first—as my hands slid a little too smoothly, lingered a little too long.

I kept the pressure soft, just enough to tease, letting my fingers drift toward her armpits and along the sides of her breasts, making sure she felt the bra in the way.

“It’s getting in the way a bit… Would it be alright if I unhook it? I hope you don’t mind.”

I wasn’t sure whether to ask her or him, so I whispered it near her ear while looking at Thomas Park.

Almost simultaneously, I heard him say, “Honey, it’s okay~~?” and saw her give the tiniest nod—a silent yes barely visible on her lips.

His smile lit up the room.

At that moment, I didn’t understand why he looked so radiant.

I gently stroked her upper back before moving down to her lower body.

But I decided to skip the panties for now—too risky with oil. I mentioned it might stain her legs and pelvic area, so I left it for later.

When the back massage ended, I saw them both flushed under the dim lighting.

Thomas Park was standing now, silently watching.

I asked her to turn over.

Reluctantly, she rolled onto her front. I helped cover her eyes and chest with a towel—maybe to ease the embarrassment, maybe just ritual.

As I continued, her body gradually loosened, surrendered.

My hands moved from her neck to her arms, down to her stomach. Her breathing grew heavier, uneven.

I still avoided direct contact with sensitive areas, but my fingers brushed lightly near her arms, teasing. Her body began to react.

I noticed her swallowing nervously, her lips parting slightly. And Thomas Park—his eyes fixed on everything—slowly reached down, gripped his crotch, and began rocking his hand.

Careful touches continued. When my hands neared her chest, she flinched—but there was no turning back now.

Like water flowing downhill, I let my fingertips graze the very tip of her nipple.

Why could I hear my heartbeat so loudly? Three hearts pounded in that room, each racing for different reasons.

As I slowly, softly cupped her breasts—again and again—her breath grew ragged, and Thomas Park’s gaze burned into us.

Thirst filled the air. In her. In him. In me.

While massaging her chest, I gently guided her hand toward my penis and waited.

Her palm touched my clothed shaft. She stiffened—startled.

But I couldn’t stop. Not now. My desire and Thomas Park’s longing had fused into this single moment.

I pressed her hand closer, continuing the massage across her chest and abdomen. Her hand, at first limp, began to move.

Slowly, gently, she started touching me over my underwear—like a feather brushing skin.

I looked at Thomas Park and held his gaze.

See this? Your wife is touching me. Is it okay? Can we go further?

When he nodded—just a slight gesture—I grew bolder.

My hands drifted lower, grazing her thighs. The more I descended, the more boldly she stroked me.

I adjusted her position, fixed the towel over her eyes and chest, then slowly pulled down my own underwear—showing the gesture to Thomas Park.

With his silent approval, I removed my underwear and began massaging from her feet.

She giggled at first—ticklish—but relaxed as I moved to her calves. Then, as I kneaded her legs, I let my erect cock brush against her toes.

I wanted her to know I was naked now.

Soon, you’ll have to be too.

Gradually, my hands climbed higher, edging closer to the soft flesh between her thighs.

Her lips parted slightly. Her head tilted back.

All three of us knew she was struggling to hold back.

That’s when I slowly slipped my hand beneath the edge of her panties.

“A…” A tiny sound.

Her hand twitched, as if trying to push me away—but when I gently resisted, it fell weakly aside.

I knew then—it was okay.

I reached for the waistband. She lifted her hips slightly.

Thomas Park’s eyes widened. Shock. Awe.

I spent a long moment caressing the petals around her entrance before bringing my lips to her.

A short moan. Breathing turned rough.

As I began licking her clitoris, her moans grew louder.

“Ah… ahh~~~ ah…”

Her body shivered the moment my lips touched her. Moans swelled as I gently sucked and licked her outer and inner lips with my tongue.

Even though he’d tried multiple times before, she’d never taken off her underwear for him. Now, here she was—letting another man’s mouth on her most private place.

Was he reveling in it, fully aroused, savoring every second? Or drowning in betrayal, confusion, wanting to stop it all? But he didn’t say a word. So I continued.

Her moans deepened, her breath came faster. The hand that once blocked me now ran through my hair, lost in twisted pleasure, her hips beginning to sway—begging for more.

I moved my mouth to her clitoris, giving it full attention.

For a long while, I pleasured her below—until her juices flowed thick, hot, almost boiling with need.

Now, I thought, it’s time to finish.

I brought my lips to her breasts.

I felt her hands gently rest on my back as I kissed her—soft, careful.

The warmth of her tongue sliding into my mouth felt incredibly good.

We kissed deeply for a long time. Then, naturally, I positioned myself as if to enter.

But I didn’t. Instead, I rubbed just the tip of my glans against her entrance—teasing, circling slowly.

Looking back, I was such a bastard.

I watched this desperate couple burn—and I savored every second for myself.

Just the very tip, going in and out, dragging it out for ages. She writhed, nearly maddened. Thomas Park stopped pretending—he groaned openly, muttering to himself.

“Ah… I’m losing it. Seriously. Please… ah… why are you doing this? God… baby. Honey. Just put it in. Ah… Aaaang~~”

Should I do it? Should I finally enter?

My lower half had long abandoned reason—but this was no condom, and I needed confirmation from Thomas Park.

I lifted my upper body, gripped my cock, rubbed the head against her wet folds, and looked at him.

He gestured.

Go on.

But I wanted to leave something behind. Something unsatisfied. Heh heh.

So I decided—just once. Slide all the way in, then step aside for him.

Slowly, I pushed inside.

Exaggerating, but it felt like one millimeter at a time.

Her moans rose steadily.

When I was fully buried inside her, she cried out—a single, sharp gasp.

Then, agonizingly slowly, I pulled back out.

Feeling her warm, clinging walls, I withdrew completely and glanced at Thomas Park.

Unable to resist, he lunged forward—possessed, wild—with raw hunger, he took his wife.

I stepped away, showered quietly, dressed carefully, and left.

Sent one text to Thomas Park:

“Enjoy your time together. Your wife’s skin was incredibly warm and soft. Thank you.^^”

And just like that, my first invitation came to an end.

Of course, I had regrets. But then, as now, I believed I made the right call.

And perhaps because of that choice—my connection with them would continue, for a while longer.