A tall, muscular man appeared at our doorstep. He was even taller than my 6-foot husband by a head.

However, he was wearing dark sunglasses, completely hiding his eyes behind the lenses.

Could he be blind?

"Is this the house call you requested?"

My husband nodded, and without hesitation, led him into the master bedroom.

I glanced sideways at the man, sensing his strong presence up close. My mind started to wander.

Given his muscular build, he must be quite potent.

The man's face showed no expression as he said, "Ma'am, please remove your clothes. Otherwise, they might get stained."

I was startled and looked at my husband standing nearby, my face showing discomfort.

My husband nodded at me, encouraging me to comply.

"It's okay, he's blind. He can't see anything."

Since my husband insisted, I reluctantly took off my pajamas, leaving only my undergarments.

My husband came over and kissed my shoulder, saying, "This masseur has many great reviews. He'll definitely satisfy you. Just relax."

It was my first time being so exposed in front of a stranger, and as I watched the man walk over to the bed, all I could do was bury my head into the pillow in shame and lie down on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter.

"I'm ready to begin, ma'am" The man placed his large hands on my rear end.

His hands were incredibly hot, almost unbelievably so, but instead of causing discomfort, I could clearly feel the texture of my skin as he smoothly massaged it.

After the initial unease passed, I had to admit he really understood the female body. His technique was excellent, soothing me from the inside out and melting away the tension I'd been feeling.

'Maybe it's just a regular massage after all,' I thought to myself.

But just as I was starting to relax, his hands moved down to my legs, inadvertently brushing against my backside.

The area was sensitive, and I found myself involuntarily gripping the sheets.

"Ma'am, your skin is very soft. Your husband is a lucky man," the masseur said softly, his voice soothing to my ears.

By now, my mind was starting to feel hazy. A warmth spread through me, and I found myself becoming less resistant to the unfamiliar yet intimate touch.