When I gave birth to my first child,
I was fine, but
when I gave birth to my second child,
I started having back pain, and
taking care of the children became really difficult.
So, with my husband's suggestion,
I started going to a chiropractic clinic.
This clinic was run out of a home that had been converted
for chiropractic massage, and
the friendly owner was popular,
so much so that you had to book two weeks in advance.
At the end of the year, my usual back pain suddenly flared up,
so I called them.
They said they were fully booked until today,
but
I insisted because I wanted to go out for New Year's,
and they agreed to make time for me at 10:00 AM the next day.
On the 30th, at the appointed time,
I went there, but the curtains were closed.
After ringing the bell a few times, the door was opened
by someone wrapped in a bath towel.
It seemed they had just taken a shower before the treatment,
and I was a bit flustered by their unusual appearance.
The room was warm for my sake,
and as I was changing into my usual trainer,
the chiropractor came in.
I was still in my underwear.
Today, there were no family or other clients around,
and the chiropractor said it would be easier to treat me as I was,
so they suggested a special treatment.
Feeling embarrassed, I fidgeted, but
they covered me with a bath towel and
laid me down on the treatment table.
At first, it was a normal massage to loosen up.
They massaged me more thoroughly than usual.
"Let's do a special aromatherapy massage,
and a lymphatic massage too,"
and I could only say yes to this different approach.
During the treatment, I didn't wear a bra,
so under the bath towel, I only had my panties on.
They dripped oil from my neck to my shoulders
as the massage progressed.
It felt so good
that I was truly enchanted.
Even when the bath towel was removed,
I didn't mind.
They carefully massaged my back, and my body
felt warm and light.
Their hands moved to my lower body,
occasionally incorporating chiropractic techniques.
Usually, I would scream from the pain,
but today, it seemed I could handle the chiropractic work easily.
They said my circulation was poor, so
they would massage me thoroughly from my feet to my calves and thighs.
Before I could say no, they removed my underwear,
saying it would get dirty.
At some point, I felt my vagina was wet,
with fluids overflowing.
Without being able to sort out my feelings,
I ended up naked.
Moreover, it was just the two of us in this house.
The more I thought it was wrong, the less I could speak,
just following the chiropractor's lead.
Different from the earlier pleasure,
a new kind of pleasure mixed with embarrassment was welling up.
When they told me to lie on my back,
I voiced my embarrassment.
They said, "Let's cover you with a bath towel,"
and as if hypnotized, I lay on my back.
From my arms to my neck, I experienced
a comfort I had never felt before, and my tension eased.
I was waiting to have my chest massaged,
feeling ashamed of my own lewdness.
When their hand touched my nipple,
"Ah~"
I finally let out a lewd sound.
"It's better not to hold back,
just let your voice out,"
they said, and
as if truly hypnotized,
I let out loud moans.
I came for a back massage,
but it felt like I was experiencing a sensual massage
like those I secretly watched online, hidden from my husband and children,
and I was about to lose my mind.
When I realized it, my legs were open, and
fingers were inside my vagina, which had only been touched
by my husband and the gynecologist.
I didn't care what happened anymore.
"I'm coming, I'm coming~"
I could hear the wet sounds.
"Do you want it?"
the chiropractor asked,
and forgetting my role as a housewife,
I just
nodded "yes."
The chiropractor took me from the treatment table to a resting bed,
and they were naked too,
and we ended up having intense sex.
