This is a secret I can never tell my husband about the massage parlor.
I am a 34-year-old married woman of 10 years.
I live a content life with my two children and my serious husband.
Until that day, my husband was the only man I knew.
After giving birth to my second child, I developed back pain and have been going to a chiropractor every three months for three years now.
The place is a popular clinic set up in a home, and the friendly nature of the owner makes it so popular that you have to book two weeks in advance.
Before the Golden Week, my back pain suddenly flared up, so I called them.
They said it was impossible due to existing bookings, but I insisted, and they agreed to make time for me at 10 AM the next day.
I arrived at the specified time, but the curtains were closed. After ringing the bell a few times, the therapist opened the door, wrapped in a bath towel.
He seemed to have just taken a shower before the treatment, and his different appearance made my heart race.
The room was warm for me, and as I was about to change into my usual trainer, the therapist came in.
I was still in my underwear as I was in the middle of changing...
"Today, there are no family members or other clients, and it's actually easier to perform the treatment without wearing anything,"
he said. As I fidgeted with embarrassment, he covered me with a bath towel and laid me on the treatment table.
It started with a full-body massage.
He kneaded me more thoroughly than usual.
"Let me give you a special aroma oil massage, and also a lymphatic massage."
It was a different development than usual, but since I had insisted on getting the treatment, I could only say "Yes."
During the treatment, I don't wear a bra, so under the bath towel, I only had my panties.
The massage progressed as he dripped oil from my neck to my shoulders.
It felt so good that I was truly enchanted.
As proof, I didn't mind when the bath towel was removed midway.
He carefully massaged my back, and I felt my body warming up and becoming lighter.
Soon, his hands moved to my lower body, occasionally incorporating chiropractic techniques.
Usually, I would scream in pain, but today it didn't hurt.
"Your circulation is still poor, so let's massage thoroughly,"
he said, moving from my toes to my calves, and then to my thighs.
"Let's remove your underwear so it doesn't get dirty,"
he said, and before I could say "No," it was taken off.
I realized I was wet without knowing when it happened.
Without being able to sort out my feelings, I ended up naked.
Moreover, it was just the therapist and me in this house.
The more I thought it was wrong, the less I could speak, and I was at the mercy of the therapist.
A different kind of pleasure from earlier, mixed with embarrassment, welled up inside me.
"Now, let's turn you over,"
he said, and I finally voiced, "That's embarrassing."
"Then let's cover you with a bath towel," he said, and as if hypnotized, I turned over.
From my arms to my neck...
Experiencing this comfort for the first time, my tension eased, and I found myself waiting for the moment my chest would be massaged, feeling embarrassed.
When his hand touched my nipple...
"Ahhh~"
I finally let out the voice I had been holding back.
"It's better not to hold back, let your voice out,"
he said, and after that, I seemed to have let out an unbelievable amount of voice.
When I realized it, I had spread my legs wide, and the therapist's fingers were inside the place only my husband and the obstetrician had touched.
His fingers moved in and out vigorously.
(I don't care what happens anymore...)
"I'm coming, I'm coming~!"
I heard a squelching sound.
After a while...
"Do you want it?"
When he asked that, I said "Yes."
I was taken from the treatment table to the resting bed, and the therapist was also naked.
Despite being older than my husband, he had a strong body.
He kissed me.
His tongue intertwined with mine, and I responded.
My mind was completely blank.
His fingers stimulated sensitive areas.
"Do it..."
I shouted softly.
The therapist entered me in a missionary position, with my place all messy from oil and my own fluids.
The size and pressure were incomparable to my husband.
(I finally did it...)
Thinking that, the slow piston movement began.
The penis filled me up, hitting my uterus painfully.
I didn't know what was happening to me.
I think I shouted "I'm coming~" many times.
Before I knew it, I was in a back position.
While being vigorously pistoned...
"I'm coming. Where should I release it?"
When he asked that, I answered, "Just release it as it is."
A large amount of semen was poured deep into my uterus.
I seemed to have fainted, and when I came to, I had been sleeping naked with my legs spread for nearly an hour.
Once I knew this pleasure...
Even now, I ask the therapist for a special massage...
