The thrilling experience during a massage

This happened last December, and I'm only sharing it with you all today. Thinking about it now still gives me a bit of a chill; I was really scared.
I met a mature woman at a massage parlor; she was very quiet and reserved, exactly my type, so we added each other on WeChat. Basically, I contacted her every time. During a nationwide crackdown, the bathhouses in our area became closed, so I would book a room first, and she would come later. Over time, we became more and more familiar, and she offered me more and more services. Our sex life was like that of a boyfriend and girlfriend; I could do whatever I wanted. Eventually, I stopped booking rooms and went directly to her place. Afterwards, we would cuddle on her sofa, eat some fruit, and chat. At the

end of the year, I was very busy at work and hadn't contacted her for a long time. Then one day, my libido was particularly strong, so I arranged to meet her in the afternoon. However, the location wasn't her house, but an apartment near hers. We had been to this apartment before; it was probably a place she rented long-term for picking up clients, so I didn't think much of it and agreed. After entering, we engaged in a passionate kiss—it was more than just a blazing fire; it was an absolute blazing fire. I stripped her naked and started sucking on her breasts. Just as I was enjoying it, her phone beeped with a WeChat video call notification. She quickly hung up. I told her to answer if she needed to, that I could wait, and she said it was okay. Then she tenderly started sucking on my penis. Less than five minutes later, her phone rang again, and she impatiently hung up. I assumed it was another customer urging her and didn't think much of it, continuing to enjoy myself. When she was almost done, she lay down and spread her legs. I didn't hesitate and got in! I'd only moved twice—I swear, just twice—when the door rang…

and a man outside shouted angrily: "Open the door!!" I jolted, instantly went limp, and jumped off her. My voice was panicked. I said, "Holy crap, who is this?" and started putting on my clothes, not even having time to take off my condom. The man outside kept banging on the door, harder and harder. She sighed deeply and said, "It's nothing…" Nothing? What did that mean? I didn't understand at first, but then I realized she might be afraid I'd think it was the police. Then she shouted outside, "Stop banging! Wait a minute!" I quickly started getting dressed, and just as I finished putting on my coat, I heard a loud "bang!" The door was kicked down! I finally saw the man outside; he looked to be less than 1.7 meters tall, but very muscular, probably a farmer. The woman walked over and said, "What are you doing?" Before she finished speaking, the man raised his hand and slapped me. I guessed he was her husband. Given the situation, I had to leave first. If I alerted the building manager and the police, I'd be in big trouble. I immediately grabbed my coat and tried to slip out the door, but the man confronted me, saying, "You can't leave!" Then we started fighting. At this moment, the woman rushed over and grabbed the man, shouting at me, "You better leave now!" I was even a little touched at that moment... But the man was holding onto my clothes, and I couldn't break free. I have to say, quick thinking is key. I decisively took off my coat, shook him off, grabbed my shoes and coat, and dashed out of the room. I admire myself for not forgetting my shoes in such a critical moment...

By this time, some residents had already opened their doors to see what was going on. I didn't care about anything else anymore. Bare-chested and barefoot, shoes and coat in hand, I started running. The instant I reached the elevator, I knew I absolutely couldn't take it. If that man chased after me, I'd be stuck inside! But I was completely unfamiliar with the building's corridors; I didn't know where the stairwell was. This was hopeless! I could only grit my teeth and keep running. Just as I was about to reach the end of the corridor, I suddenly saw a door on my left. I rushed towards it like I'd found a savior, praying that it wasn't locked! And then, the door opened! Then I ran down the stairs. I didn't hear anyone chasing me, but just in case, I opened the door on the third floor and went into the corridor. Looking around and finding nothing moving, I caught my breath, put on my shoes and coat, and pulled my hat up. I was worried the man might be waiting for me at the front entrance in the elevator, so I walked up the stairs again and exited through the back door of the apartment building. At this point, I felt a little calmer, but there was still a problem. The back door was some distance from the front door, and my car was parked at the front. Many videos online show people catching cheaters with a group of people. What if he left a few henchmen waiting at the front door? Wouldn't going to get my car now be like walking into a trap? So I came out the back door and turned onto the main street where the front door was located. Looking around, it seemed like there wasn't much people, but I had a guilty conscience; everyone on the street seemed to be there to catch me. Finally, I pulled my hat down low, mustered my courage, and walked towards where I had parked. Those few dozen meters felt like an eternity; my heart was pounding the whole time. Only after I got in the car and drove away did my heart calm down a little. I must have been choked by the wind from running; I kept coughing in the car, and my hands on the steering wheel started shaking. I was really terrified. When I got home, I immediately blocked the mature woman on WeChat. Although I was a little reluctant, I was really afraid that the man would trace it back to me. By the way, I'd like to ask everyone, after I blocked her, will she never see our chat history again? It

took me a long time to calm down after this incident, and I haven't dared to go out to see prostitutes since. I still have many questions. This man was probably her husband; he definitely didn't know his wife was doing this kind of work. He was probably there to catch her cheating, and I ended up being mistaken for the adulterer. But people who do this kind of work usually choose places some distance from home. How did this man know his wife was doing this? And how did he find this apartment? I doubt many of these questions will ever be answered. I miss that mature woman with her large breasts and wide hips; I miss her oral sex, her moans, and her passionate French kisses...

Then one day, my wife was doing laundry at home and asked me, "Why is your thermal underwear set only the pants left? Where's the top?"
I was playing on my phone, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "It's probably in some corner. Look for it again..."

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