After giving birth, my shoulder stiffness got worse,
and my husband often gives me massages.
However, it seems that giving a massage requires quite a bit of strength,
and every time my husband finishes, he is exhausted.
But I feel really good and would love to have a massage every day.
Then one day, when my husband came home from work,
he said,
"I found a massage therapist for you."
He suggested it to me.
I refused, saying it was a hassle to go back and forth to the clinic,
and I was tired.
My husband, with a strangely intense look in his eyes, said,
"They'll come to you because it's nearby!"
At that time, I didn't think much of it,
but now that I think about it, he was quite persistent.
On the day of the massage,
I wasn't expecting much about what kind of masseur would come.
To be honest, I was more anxious.
Would it be relaxing?
Would it feel good?
That's how I felt.
The doorbell rang, and I was greeted by a middle-aged man
around my age standing there.
When I asked him something,
he said he was the massage therapist.
I was a bit taken aback.
I thought he would come in a white coat,
but he was dressed normally.
My husband also came out, and we started right away.
Instead of a shower, I was to soak in the bath
to warm up my body.
While the water was filling up,
my husband offered the massage therapist a beer,
but he said he couldn't drink alcohol.
I was getting more and more nervous,
so I drank two glasses of beer.
While soaking in the bath,
my tension reached its peak.
I prepared two bath towels,
a large T-shirt, shorts, a bra,
and panties, and went to the room.
When I went, there was a futon on the floor,
as the bed was too soft, he said.
I handed him a bath towel,
and when I lay down, he said
it would be better to take off my shorts and bra.
Feeling embarrassed and reluctant,
my husband encouraged me to take them off,
so I did in the next room.
The T-shirt was long enough
that my panties were barely visible.
He placed a bath towel on my upper body,
and one on my lower body, and began.
At first, I lay face down,
and he carefully massaged my shoulders and back.
It felt much better than my husband's!
I felt so relaxed
that I almost fell asleep.
When he reached my lower back,
I felt a little tingle
and felt a bit aroused.
When I turned to my side, he massaged my shoulders, armpits, and arms,
and I could feel my nipples getting erect
as he touched the sides of my breasts.
Then I lay on my back,
and he massaged my legs.
He spread my legs quite boldly
and massaged my inner thighs.
He made sure to cover me with a bath towel,
so my panties
shouldn't have been visible.
If they were visible,
the crotch area
would have been quite wet, I think.
After the massage ended and he left,
my husband approached me.
I was feeling a bit restless too,
so I accepted my husband.
Later, I asked him,
and it seems he noticed
that I was feeling aroused during the massage.
He said he felt excited
as if he was being cuckolded.
He also showed me a site
with stories of such marital activities
and cuckold experiences.
Now I also take a peek at it.
If anything happens again
with my husband, I'll post about it.
