[While her husband is currently being...]

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"Darling... who is that person? Someone you know...? He seems like a very restless person."

"No... it's the masseur. You always say you're tired and want to get rid

of , didn't you keep asking me for one?"

"A massage? Darling, you seem even gentler than usual today, but I feel so

happy ."

"This is our first trip together in a long time, so I just want to serve you as much as possible today."

"Hmm... which kind of service would you like...?"

"Anything is fine, then... let's go to the hot springs and have dinner first. I already booked

a massage ."

Daisuke and Misaki checked in at the hotel and left the lobby to head to their room.

(Is this really okay, sir? Um... I'm not worried about future trouble, but that lady is

such a beauty...)

As Daisuke and Misaki walked towards their room, neither of them noticed that the blind masseur with a full beard was watching them sharply behind his

sunglasses .

Daisuke and Misaki soaked in the hot spring until dinner. After a sumptuous dinner in their room, they sat

by the window, sipping red wine.

"Ah~~ Soaking in the hot spring is so relaxing, and then there's the delicious dinner and the red wine. I feel like

all my usual fatigue has been blown away like dandelion seeds in the wind."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that."

After drinking a little wine, Daisuke noticed Misaki's cheeks were flushed a charming red, and he beckoned

to her .

"Hmm~~"

Misaki gazed into Daisuke's eyes, placed the wine glass with the remaining wine on the table, and

straddled Daisuke's lap as if sitting in a chair.

"Misaki..."

"Darling... it's... not nine o'clock yet..."

"Then... how many times can I do it today?"

"..., as many times as you want..."

Misaki wrapped her arms around Daisuke's neck and kissed him passionately. Daisuke untied the sash of Misaki's yukata

while caressing the plump buttocks of Misaki sitting on his lap.

“Darling…I’m already…like this…”

Misaki was being kissed by Daisuke as he pulled her closer, his hard penis pressing against her soft skin through her yukata.

Misaki pulled off the yukata herself.

“Misaki, let’s go to the bed…”

Daisuke picked up Misaki, who was only wearing her underwear on her lap, and carried her to

the bedding .

In the brightly lit room, Daisuke removed Misaki’s underwear from her back on the bedding, put on his own yukata, and took her

breast into his mouth.

“Ah…ah ah…darling…it feels…so good…it’s been so long…ah ah…it feels

so…pleasant…”

Daisuke and Misaki have two children, a sixth-grade daughter and a first-year middle school son.

The four of them rented a two-bedroom, two-living room (living room, dining room) and one-kitchen apartment.

Recently, their daughter, a first-year middle school student, has begun to learn about sex, so the couple planned

a trip just for the two of them, with sex as the sole purpose.

Today, Daisuke left the two children with their grandparents and embarked on their planned journey.

The openness of not having to worry about being seen by the children made them feel exceptionally excited.

Daisuke gently caressed Misaki's breasts, moving his body to her lower body. He

spread Misaki's legs apart and pressed his face against her still-wet, lustful vulva.

"Ah...it's been so long since I've seen...Misaki's pussy...I haven't tasted it for at least half a year, I've almost

forgotten what it tastes like..."

"Hmm...it's not so easy to do that at home...ah...faster...darling...

come on ..."

The moment Misaki boldly requested Daisuke in a coquettish voice, Daisuke had already extended his tongue and begun to lick

Misaki's lustful vulva.

Despite the lack of sufficient caresses, Misaki's wanton vulva still radiated a burning desire, and the sweet juices

seeping spread across Daisuke's tongue.

"Ah...ah...darling...so...so good..."

Misaki's fair thighs tightly clamped around Daisuke's head, who was licking her vulva with his tongue. The pleasure coursing

through her body made Misaki arch her back, and unrestrained gasps and moans escaped her lips.

Daisuke impatiently smeared his saliva haphazardly on Misaki's still wet vulva with his tongue, and then

extended his fingers toward Misaki's clitoris.

"Ah...darling...so...so good...ah mmm..."

"Misaki...me too...I can't hold back anymore..."

Daisuke said, his erect and angry penis thrusting into Misaki's still wet vulva.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...darling...darling husband...slower...slower...oh oh oh..."

Daisuke ignored the discomfort caused to Misaki by the forced penetration, twisting

his waist violently the moment he entered, and then quickly ejaculated.

"H-husband...what's wrong..."

"I...I'm sorry...it's been too long...I wasn't paying attention..."

"Hmm...it's okay, I'll go take a shower and wash up first..."

"Hmm...come back later, and we'll continue..."

Misaki looked at Daisuke strangely, walking naked into the bathroom.

(Now's the time...)

Daisuke watched Misaki go into the bathroom, took out his phone, whispered something, and then hung up

.

Not long after Daisuke hung up, there was a knock on the door of the hotel room.

"Ah...please come in. Come on, this way, watch your step."

"Misaki, the masseur is here..."

Daisuke tidied up the bedding from when he and Misaki had made love, then

led and gave her a yukata in the bathroom.

"Misaki, I'm coming in..."

"Honey...ah, thank you for getting me the yukata, but...where are my underwear?"

"Huh? Misaki, didn't you bring it in? It's okay if you don't have underwear... I'm right here with you anyway...

It's alright, the masseur can't see anyway... Just leave it like this... Go on out."

Daisuke handed the yukata to Misaki, who was wrapped in a large towel and waiting for him in the bathroom. He urged Misaki

on and then came out of the bathroom.

(Why is this happening... This feels so weird... But... I guess there's no other way...)

Misaki put on the yukata, completely naked, and tied the sash properly before returning to

the room .

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Ah... It's alright. You must be Madam? Thank you for giving me this opportunity to serve you."

The masseur behind the sunglasses didn't turn his face to face Misaki, but casually lowered his head slightly.

“Misaki, let’s start the massage quickly, I’ll watch TV next to you…”

“That makes sense… Well, massage therapist… please…”

“So, can you lie down facing this way?”

Misaki lay down in front of the massage therapist, her face towards the bedding where Daisuke was sleeping, gazing at Daisuke lying on his side

watching TV.

(Ugh~ Daisuke, really, he interrupted me halfway through… It still hurts there…

It should feel better after the massage…)

Misaki muttered to herself, staring at Daisuke’s back, as the massage therapist’s hand touched Misaki’s shoulder.

(Mmm… Ah… So… So comfortable… A professional massage therapist is definitely different…)

The warmth of the massage therapist’s palms seeped through the thin yukata onto Misaki’s body, her body gently massaged

, and she closed her eyes peacefully, relaxing her entire body while feeling the massage therapist’s kneading hands.

The quiet massage therapist gradually

moved .

Misaki was feeling a surge of pleasure, the sensual fire floating throughout her body seemed to

be ignited and .

(So good...no...not there...I...my heart is pounding from the massage, I want

it again...oh...I'm going to cry out...)

Under the masseur's hands, all the nerves in Misaki's body seemed to be concentrated in the masseur's hands, feeling every inch of

her body react, causing Misaki to press her face to the pillow, suppressing herself from moaning

out loud.

(Hmm...it seems...the desire is gradually being ignited...)

"Ahem...ah...madam, I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

"No...it's alright..."

The masseur coughed a few times lightly and began to speak to Misaki in a low voice.

"Hmm...? Your husband seems to be asleep, he's snoring a little."

"Hmm...ah...he really is asleep..."

"Your husband...seems very tired..."

Misaki raised her face and looked back at Daisuke, who was lying on his back with his mouth wide open, snoring soundly as he slept.

"Madam...you've probably been accumulating fatigue for a long time...Your husband said he

only called for a massage with your permission, so please don't hesitate to tell us if any of your muscles are sore."

"Um...okay..."

Misaki turned her face to look up at the masseur, who, as usual, didn't look at her and

continued massaging her face.

(He really can't see.)

Taking advantage of Misaki's conversation to divert her attention, the masseur's hands unconsciously moved to her

lower body, massaging from her waist to her thighs.

(Mmm...ah...so comfortable...)

The masseur's hands moved from her waist, through her buttocks, to her thighs, and Misaki, enduring the increasing pain in her lower body,

buried her face in the pillow again.

(Ah…it…the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear…has been discovered…um…um…)

Every time the masseur’s hands passed over Misaki’s buttocks, Misaki would tremble and spasm slightly.

The masseur seemed to enjoy Misaki’s body’s reaction, concentrating the massage entirely on her buttocks.

The masseur could feel that Misaki’s body had accepted his movements. Misaki

felt itchy from the masseur’s constantly rubbing and deforming hands. Now, the hands, which should have been massaging her buttocks normally,

were making abnormal, circular motions along the narrow creases of her buttocks.

“Madam…could you please turn your body horizontally towards your husband? Yes, just like that.”

After the masseur whispered to Misaki, Misaki immediately lay down horizontally, adopting the position the masseur

wanted and moving closer to him.

Misaki slightly opened her eyes and looked at Daisuke. Daisuke was lying horizontally towards Misaki, still snoring loudly

as if he were asleep.

(Daisuke… he really is the kind of person who won't get up until dawn once he falls asleep.)

After confirming that Daisuke was asleep, Misaki felt a certain anticipation for the masseuse's focused massage

movements.

The masseuse's fingertips slid across Misaki's ribs and waist. The masseuse's movements were clearly

those of a massage, but the repetitive kneading fingers were writhing abnormally. Misaki tried to resist, but

her body arched as if welcoming the fingers, her nose twitching and spasming as she began to moan softly.

"Madam… the external parts of your body have been massaged. Now… shall we begin massaging your body…

inside…?"

"…"

The masseuse's words carried a different kind of implication. Misaki understood and closed her eyes, silently

surrendering to the masseuse.

The masseuse's hands slowly moved to Misaki's knotted sash, quietly and

gently .

The masseur, having loosened the knot in Misaki's blouse, skipped the action of removing the sash and slowly

slipped his hand inside the gap between the yukata and her bare skin, his burning heat approaching Misaki's breasts.

"Ah... just as I thought, this is exactly where Madam is most aroused and needs a massage right now..."

The moment Misaki felt the masseur touch her nipple, her reclining body convulsively arched upwards.

As the masseur slowly loosened Misaki's yukata, her hand emerged from within. Her husband, Daisuke, was still asleep.

Misaki, standing beside him, had her upper body completely exposed.

The masseur's fingertips reached Misaki's breasts, which were tilted upwards, and moved in a circular

motion, flicking and stroking the hardest nipples.

"Madam... this is it. As expected, the hard parts are concentrated here. It's

impossible . You have to be careful, until you're done, and you absolutely have to

massage this hard part until it's relaxed in one go for the best effect."

The masseur muttered softly, his left hand holding Misaki's breast and drawing circles, while his right hand slowly began to untie Misaki

's sash.

"Madam... this is getting in my way. I'm taking it away..."

The masseur muttered as he dragged the loosened sash, while Misaki's waist seemed to float backwards as if to make it easier to remove

the sash .

The masseuse slowly pulled off Misaki's sash until it was completely removed. Misaki's yukata could no longer conceal

her snow-white, mature skin. The masseuse's hand stealthily moved from her shapely navel towards her alluring mons pubis.

"Ha...ah...um...oh...haaah..."

When the masseuse's hand easily reached Misaki's mons pubis, Misaki let out her first

moan, .

"Madam...it's about time to begin the massage...please lie down in this direction

..."

"Huh?! Um...okay...okay..."

Misaki was anticipating the masseuse's fingers crossing her mons pubis and moving towards her vulva. Although

startled by the masseuse's sudden request, she responded.

Misaki turned her body towards the masseuse, who in that instant pulled her yukata down,

covering her from the waist down.

Misaki, her upper body bare, had her slender waist covered by Daisuke's yukata, her lower body positioned

directly in front of the masseur.

"Well then... let's begin the massage..."

The masseur lifted Misaki's left knee, spreading her legs, and his right hand caressed Misaki's vulva, his fingers slipping

inside.

"Ahhh...!"

Misaki's left leg bent, exposing her vulva to the masseur's view. Daisuke's

line of sight was obscured by the yukata covering his knee; the other side of the thin fabric was completely hidden.

"Heh heh... Madam, it feels quite hot and horny... this really needs a massage..."

The masseur slowly bent his right middle finger, which covered Misaki's burning vulva, and nectar

seeped from his finger inserted into the tight, wet opening.

"Haa... Oh... Oh... Ah... Ahh..."

"Madam... If you moan too loudly, your husband might wake up and see..."

"Ah... Oh... Hmm... Hmm... Haa..."

Misaki's dissatisfaction with Daisuke's sex life made her unusually excited and fascinated by gentle, delicate caresses. She began to

greedily crave the pleasure boiling from her vulva, desperately suppressing the moans surging upwards.

The masseur's right hand rubbed and stroked Misaki's vulva while

slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his white shirt. After unbuttoning, his left hand reached for Misaki's breasts.

"Haa... Hmm... Hmm... So... So good... Haa... Ahh..."

Misaki closed her eyes, letting the pleasure spread throughout her body from her vulva and the kneaded breasts. Wang Quan forgot that Daisuke

was sleeping next to him, and all his attention was focused on the masseur's movements.

The masseur's left hand plucked and rubbed Misaki's hard, luscious nipple, while his middle finger began to

move rapidly and intensely on her clitoris and foreskin. His right hand, which had been resting on her vulva, was now completely soaked with overflowing vaginal fluid.

"Ah...ahh...so...so good...that...there...it feels so good...ahh..."

The masseur's thick fingers moved in and out of Misaki's wanton vulva, constantly digging out her love juices. The love juices

splattered from the foreskin outside her clitoris. His fingers, covered in love juices, pulled and twisted her clitoris. Misaki's whole body convulsed and

trembled , greedily craving the intense pleasure that surged through her, clinging tightly to the masseur's knees like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood.

(Ah...what...what is this...?)

The waves of pleasure that had been washing over her flesh subtly subsided, allowing Misaki to open her eyes.

Beneath lay a massive penis, far beyond Misaki's comprehension, throbbing

and slapping against the back of her slender, white hand.

"Hehe, Madam... this thing doesn't mind receiving your pleasure at all..."

The pleasure surging from Misaki's vulva made her moan. Her hands were half-pushed and half-pulled by the

masseur to the huge penis. Her fair hands grasped the not-yet-100% erect penis and

began to stroke it gently.

"Madam... this time I've brought out everything I've stored up..."

The masseur stopped teasing Misaki's vulva, took off his white shirt, and pressed the huge

penis horizontally against Misaki's face, thrusting his face between Misaki's buttocks, which were covered by her yukata.

Misaki gripped the throbbing penis in front of her with her left hand, moved her mouth to the penis, and then opened her

mouth wide to swallow it.

“Madam… your technique is so good… well, I’ll start giving you a proper massage then…”

Misaki’s mouth was completely filled with the masseur’s glans, and she began to use her tongue to climb up the tip of the glans while

kneading the huge penis. The masseur, meanwhile, was sucking on the love juice flowing from her clitoris, and

the number of rough, segmented fingers that had penetrated her vagina had increased to two.

“Mmm… hiss… mmm… ooh… mmm… mmm…”

The moment the masseur forcefully sucked on her clitoris, Misaki curled up and let out a huge moan,

arching her back dramatically, the penis unable to leave her mouth, its head constantly swaying.

The masseur used a violent posture to hold her, sticking his tongue into Misaki’s wanton vulva, lifting Misaki’s waist and

placing her on top of his body, making Misaki’s limbs completely on top of him,

opening his wife’s legs even wider, and inserting his fingers even deeper.

“Mmm… mmm… mmm… oh… mmm… haa… ahhh…”

Misaki's uterus was just a hair's breadth away from being penetrated by the masseur's rough fingers. The intense pleasure made Misaki

arch her body back, shamelessly opening her mouth and sticking out her

tongue towards the masseur's penis, licking it as if it were dripping ice cream. Her lower body, covered by a yukata, was spread to its limit.

The masseur sucked on her clitoris, causing Misaki's waist to twist.

(Misaki... feels like you're having a great orgasm... again... Misaki... have another orgasm, feel even better... today,

in front of me, let me see what Misaki's limitless lewdness looks like...)

In the dim light, Daisuke slightly opened his eyes and watched the two's lewd act. His heart was filled with surging excitement

. He breathed heavily, stroking his own crotch, staring intently as Misaki focused on using her tongue to entwine

and suck on the penis that looked to be thirty centimeters long.

"Mmm...mmm...so...so good...no...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...

I'm going to fly...ahhh..."

"Madam...you can have as many orgasms as you want...no problem...I'll satisfy you as many times as you

want..."

"Ahhh...I'm...I'm coming...I'm leaking...ahhh...oh mmm..."

Misaki convulsed violently on the masseur's body as if ascending to heaven. To suppress her loud gasps and moans,

she bit down on the masseur's penis at the moment of orgasm, swallowing back the surging moans.

"Madam...your husband will be awakened by your moans...such loud moans..."

"Haa...ahhh...but...but...hum ahhh..."

"There's no other way...this time I'll make sure you can't make a sound..."

The masseur flipped his body over and switched places with Misaki, spreading Misaki's ankles wide apart,

his huge penis aimed at Misaki's voluptuous and plump vulva.

“Madam… I’m going to slowly insert it… If it hurts, please tell me…”

The masseur’s waist vibrated slightly back and forth, but Misaki’s vagina often squeezed out his penis.

He slowly sank his penis in, and Misaki took a deep breath. After her vagina swallowed the penis whole,

Misaki felt a strong, indescribable pain.

“So good… Madam, this is the first time you’ve tasted a penis other than your husband’s… You let someone insert it so easily

…”

Misaki rolled her eyes as she swallowed and released the masseur’s huge penis. Soon her body got used to the

thick penis and began to twist her waist on its own.

“Madam… You got used to my big penis so quickly?… You’re such a lewd person…”

The masseur reached under Misaki’s armpits as she lay back and lifted her upper body onto his lap in one go.

"Haaah... Oh... The deepest part... It's in... Ahh..."

Misaki felt the penis thrusting forcefully upwards from below, her eyes rolled back again, and her body arched

backwards . Her arms wrapped around the masseur's neck to support her and prevent her from falling backwards.

"Madam... Just keep going and enjoy yourself until you reach heaven..."

After saying that, the masseur lifted Misaki's body about 20 centimeters high with both hands, and then

thrust upwards with all his might as Misaki's vagina fell.

"Ah... Ahhh... That's amazing... Ahhh... It's killing me... Ahhh... Hmm...

Hmm..."

The moment Misaki cried out loudly from the impact, the masseur filled Misaki's small mouth with his lips,

and Misaki's tongue intertwined tightly with his own.

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..."

Under the masseur's sucking, Misaki began to let out suppressed moans rising upwards, and her waist

began twist up and down.

(Misaki…that must feel so good…it must feel so good…)

Beads of sweat, like pearls, surfaced from her body. The masseur twisted his waist desperately on her knees, the sounds of their

bodies mingling lewdly and wetly. The suppressed moans that surged upwards over Misaki's lustful body overwhelmed her.

The intense excitement caused Daisuke's long-erect penis to spring out of his underwear.

(Oh…oh oh…again…let me see more of Misaki like this…let me see more of

Misaki twisting her body so wantonly…)

“Mmm…mmm…mmm oh oh oh…”

The moment the masseur's waist pounded violently, Misaki's hips swayed even faster. Misaki sucked on

the masseur 's tongue, welcoming her second climax. Her shoulders were heavy with breath, and her sexy little mouth slowly

parted from the masseur's.

"Are you satisfied now... Madam..."

"Haa... um... haa... umm..."

Misaki's moist eyes stared at the masseur, her body silent and motionless.

"Hehe... Madam still wants more, right... Someone as lewd as you can't possibly be satisfied with just this

..."

The masseur didn't wait for Misaki's reply and picked her up again, thrusting violently upwards, almost lifting her

up completely.

"Ahhh... so good... so good... ah... again... ah... deeper...

ahhh..."

"Madam... how is this... are you about to release the slightly accumulated juices..."

"Not yet... ah... not yet... more... ah... stronger... ahhh... deeper

... more..."

The masseur thrust even more forcefully, his penis pulling back to its limit, forcing Misaki into a crawling position,

her vulva dripping white, cloudy juices under the violent thrusts of his huge penis.

"Mmm... Ahh... So good... So good... Ah... I want more... Again... Ahh

... Faster... Ah... More... Ahhh..."

The masseur's hands tightly gripped Misaki's delicate, smooth waist, thrusting heavily into her uterus with vigorous

strokes.

To allow the penis to penetrate deeper, Misaki's two plump buttocks arched high, her whole body seemingly drained of strength, her upper

body limp and powerless, her arms thrown forward as she collapsed, her face flushed with pleasure pressing against the sheets to support her body.

"Ahhh... I'm going to... I'm going to... cum... Ah... I'm going to cum... No... I'm going to die...

Ahhh... I've climaxed again... Ahhh..."

Misaki gasped weakly as she approached her third climax, but the masseur's hips continued

thrusting .

"Ah...ah...I can't...I can't take it anymore...ah...it's broken..."

"Is it over already?...Is it going to end like this?...Then...let me make one last push

..."

"Ah...no...like this...ah...like this I'm really going to...ah...die...

ahhh ..."

As Misaki's fourth climax arrived, the masseur's penis

rubbed , causing her to lose consciousness during the orgasm.

*** *** *** *** ***

(Yes...yes, Dad...that's where Misaki feels the best when she's being fucked...)

"Misaki...is this really okay?...right in front of Daisuke..."

"Don't worry, Dad...Daisuke...he definitely won't get up..."

Just a few centimeters apart, Misaki, naked, straddled her father-in-law,

desperately writhing her hips lasciviously, whispering.

"Ah...Dad...it feels so good...here...play with me here...uhhh..."

Her father-in-law, Kozo, below, was about to release his hand from Misaki's breasts, and just as their hands were about to intertwine

, Daisuke's taut underwear finally caught Misaki's eye.

(Ah...darling...it feels so good...I'm so happy...)

The end.

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