My husband suddenly hugged me from behind, speaking gently but seriously, "Honey, I've talked to the doctor. They said I need stimulation therapy to restore my virility. Don't you want me to get better?"

"That doesn't mean we should do something crazy."

"Don't worry, I just arranged for a massage therapist of the opposite sex for you."

"You're serious about this?"

I was a bit stunned. It seemed my husband wasn't joking, and my heart started to flutter. Not wanting him to see my flushed face, I grabbed the dishes and retreated to the kitchen.

My husband was getting serious, and as a woman, I didn't feel right asking too many questions. My mind was racing, flashing with exciting images, and I felt a warm undercurrent flowing through my body...

In the shower, I cleaned myself thoroughly down there, just like I did the first time with my husband.

Doing the same thing again, I felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe exactly how I felt.

After showering, I chose a simple black set of underwear and put on my pajamas, afraid he might think I was dressing up for the occasion.

Then I applied light makeup, just enough to cover up my tired look from lack of sleep. I looked fresh and clean, even radiant.

Seeing me, my husband couldn't help but hug me tight. "Darling, every time you give off this 'respectable young wife' vibe, it drives me crazy."

I nestled quietly in my husband's arms, my heart pounding, my mind full of thoughts about the strange man who was about to arrive. I looked up and tentatively asked, "Honey, about that massage..."

I trailed off, too shy to finish, clutching his clothes tightly.

My husband caressed my waist and said softly, "He'll be here soon."

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, asking my husband frantically, "Where should I stand?"

I knew it was a stupid question, but I really didn't know what to do.

My husband didn't say anything. Instead, he gave me a kiss and whispered, "I love you!"

Those words eased half of the tension in my heart, but the other half still had my heart ready to leap out of my throat.

Seeing my uneasy look, my husband kissed me again before going to open the door.