Mr. Owen smoothly moved past the moment, addressing what David had mentioned on the phone: "David tells me you've been having neck pain? The service here is excellent - you should try it."

Since he was David's boss, I felt I couldn't refuse and nodded meekly.

Mr. Owen arranged for a female masseuse for me. After changing into the provided garments, I entered the massage room, where sweet aromatherapy oils helped ease my tension.

Content Warning: This section contains mature adult themes.

The female masseuse had me lie face down and began applying aromatic oils, her hands working methodically across my back.

I felt shy at first, but her movements were so soothing. Gradually, my body began to warm, finding comfort in her smooth, delicate touch.

With my face in the face cradle, my vision was dark. I started feeling drowsy, but more than that, I felt pleasure building. Unconsciously, I rubbed my thighs together.

"Ma'am, are you uncomfortable?" she asked softly.

"No... please continue," I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed by my reaction.

I'd rarely gotten massages before. I never knew such a relaxing activity could create such an intense feeling of emptiness, like I was waiting for something...

Hearing my response, she chuckled softly. "I'll go prepare some massage tools."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, I heard the door open again.

Half-dazed, I felt hands return to my body, starting at my neck.

The pressure was perfect as they worked my shoulders, but then - perhaps intentionally - they squeezed my earlobe firmly.

My earlobes are incredibly sensitive. I let out an involuntary moan that shocked even me, my face burning with embarrassment at how needy I sounded.

Was that really my voice?

Seeming pleased with my response, those hands moved lower, applying perfect pressure to my inner thighs.

It was like they were lighting fires across my skin. These touches - something my husband had never given me - awakened a deep yearning...

A hunger to be touched, to feel pleasure.

Feeling myself getting wet, I panicked and called out, "That's enough for now."

The hands on my thighs paused, then a deep voice spoke: "Who's better - your husband or me?"

I was about to sit up and rest, but that voice made my blood run cold. I grabbed the towel and jerked upright: "What!"