Husband's Gift: An Anonymous Massage

The wife lies face down on the massage table, her husband's gift of an anonymous masseur a surprise she's not sure she wants. But as the stranger's hands begin their work, she can't help but moan softly. His hands are magic, his touch firm yet gentle, coaxing her muscles to relax. He works his way down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist. The wife's breath hitches as the stranger's hands reach the small of her back, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive spot. She feels a warmth spreading through her, a heat that has nothing to do with the massage oil and everything to do with the stranger's touch.

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