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In the name of relaxation, I'm led into the private room, blindfolded, eager to experience my wife's surprise. The room is warm, the scent of lavender heavy in the air. A pair of skilled hands begin to work my body, the touch firm yet sensual. I lie there, lost in the sensation, until a familiar voice, low and husky, breaks the silence. 'You've been a bad boy, haven't you?' My sister-in-law, the definition of off-limits, climbs onto the table, her body straddling mine. She grinds against me, her wetness soaking through the towel, before leaning down and whispering, 'Time to clean you up.' The first warm drops hit my skin, and I'm left stunned, aroused, and desperate for more.