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Title: A Taste of Forbidden Bliss: A Lonely Wife’s Erotic Massage

The sun had set hours ago, casting the room in a soft glow from the dim lamp on the nightstand. Kaori laid on the massage table, her naked form a sinful sight to behold. Her husband, Takeshi, had been working late again, something that had become all too common lately. Loneliness gnawed at her heart, and she desperately craved some form of touch, of intimacy.

She had stumbled upon the advertisement online by chance: “Professional Japanese erotic massages by skilled experts. Satisfaction guaranteed.” Kaori had been hesitant at first, the idea of cheating on her husband filling her with guilt. But the void in her heart had grown too heavy to ignore. She needed this, needed the touch of another.

The doorbell rang, and Kaori’s heart skipped a beat. She answered the door, her fluffy white robe loosely draped over her curvy figure. A tall, handsome man stood before her, his dark hair neatly tied back in a ponytail. “I’m Hiro, your massage therapist for the evening,” he said, his voice smooth like silk.

Kaori led him to the bedroom, her stomach a bundle of nerves. She disrobed, revealing her stunning body, and laid face down on the table. Hiro began to massage her shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm. As he worked his way down her back, Kaori felt the tension melting away, replaced by a different kind of heat.

Hiro’s hands glided over her skin, caressing every curve. When he reached her buttocks, he gave them a playful squeeze, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Kaori bit her lip to stifle a moan. Hiro seemed to sense her arousal, and his massage grew more sensual.

He knelt beside the table, his face level with her thighs. Slowly, teasingly, he began to massage her inner thighs, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to her most intimate area. Kaori squirmed, her breathing growing heavier. She could feel the wetness building between her legs, her body aching for more.

Hiro knew exactly when to make his move. He spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. Without warning, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue delving deep into her warmth. Kaori cried out, unable to contain her pleasure. Hiro licked and sucked, his skilled mouth driving her wild.

Kaori’s hands gripped the sides of the table, her knuckles white. Hiro’s tongue danced over her sensitive bud, each flick sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. She could feel the pressure building, the coil within her winding tighter and tighter.

Just when she thought she could take no more, Hiro plunged two fingers deep inside her, pumping in time with the movements of his tongue. Kaori shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a hurricane. Her body convulsed, her juices flowing freely into Hiro’s waiting mouth.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Hiro stood and began to disrobe. His body was lean and muscular, his erection straining against his boxers. Kaori watched hungrily, her eyes drinking in every inch of his exposed skin.

Hiro positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock brushing against her slick entrance. Kaori lifted her hips, desperate to feel him inside her. He entered her slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, stretching her in the most delicious way.

Once fully sheathed, Hiro began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Kaori met each one, her hips rocking back against his. The sound of their coupling filled the room, a symphony of moans and gasps and the slick slide of skin on skin.

Hiro’s hands roamed her body, palming her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples. Kaori could feel another orgasm building, hot and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

Hiro increased his pace, driving into her harder, faster. Kaori’s world narrowed to the point where their bodies joined, to the feel of his hard cock hitting that magic spot inside her. Her inner walls began to ripple, her core clenching around him.

With a roar, Hiro found his release, his hot seed spilling deep inside her. The feel of him pulsing within her sent Kaori over the edge once more, her body convulsing around his.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless. Kaori savored the feeling of Hiro’s weight on top of her, his softening member still nestled within her body. She knew she would feel guilty later, would hate herself for betraying her husband. But for now, she was finally satisfied.

As Hiro dressed and prepared to leave, he gave Kaori a knowing smile. “Until next time,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. Kaori watched him go, her body still humming from their encounter. She knew she should put a stop to this, should go back to being the faithful wife. But the devil on her shoulder whispered that a taste of forbidden bliss was worth the risk.