Kinks: cheating, exhibitionism

I pushed open the door to the massage parlor, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and desperate need. My husband hadn't touched me in months, leaving me aching for any kind of contact. The place was tucked away on a quiet street, its sign promising relaxation, but I craved something far more intense. The air inside felt warm and heavy, scented with oils that made my skin tingle just from breathing it in. 

I was a neglected housewife in my mid-thirties, my pale skin soft and untouched, my curves hidden under loose clothes that did nothing to hide my loneliness. I needed this escape, this...