Weekday Afternoon At 3pm. I Took Off My "wife". Is A Massage With A Touch Of Sophistication Considered Adultery? Minami Haryu

My life is complete. A loving husband, a life of abundance. Happy days. We shop together, we bathe together. We even brush our teeth together. Our life is as fulfilled as it could possibly be. Or so I thought. Until the day I started worrying about my stiff shoulders, and my husband introduced me to that massage therapist. With lewd touches I had never experienced before, my plump breasts, my voluptuous buttocks, right beside my beloved husband, he kneaded and teased me thoroughly and persistently, until I realized I was getting aroused. Weekday afternoons at 3 PM, when I'm alone. In the love nest I share with my husband, the doorbell rings again today. My womb yearns, and I hear the sound of my mask falling off.