oil and sin

"Use your words Mrs Adams" Josh teased. I could feel the heat of his palm over my butt.

"Don't tease me Josh, you know what I want" I jerked my hips up to his hovering hands.

"What do you want Mrs Adams?" He was killing me with these questions.

"For fuck sake Josh! I want you to fucking touch me everywhere! I want you to spread me open and stick your long slender fingers in my pussy, till I come on this table. I want you to pour your fancy oil on my breast and touch my nipples till I don't know if I'm begging you to stop or continue, that's what I want!!!" I can't believe I said all that. I was glad I was lying face down on the massage table and he couldn't see my red face.

"Good girl" he whispered in my ear.

I felt it in my pussy, my husband hasn't ever gotten me this horny with Just words and a little touching.

Before I could calm down, Josh’s hands spread over me like heatwaves, slick with oil, confident, greedy, claiming. His palms roamed my back again, down the curves of my ass, only now there was nothing careful about it.

Every inch of me glistened.

I felt like sin on a spa table.

“Mrs Adams…” he breathed, like my name tasted dangerous.

I could feel his finger slide in between my ass, sliding across my clit

I clenched my butt, urging him to keep exploring.

His finger teased my clit and I moaned loudly.

"Lie on your back Mrs Adams" Josh ordered, and I happily obliged. The cold air hit my breast and they pebbled in response.

Josh seemed to like it because he flicked one of them teasingly before going ahead to pour more oil across my breast, down to my pussy.

He rubbed it in gently, his hands trailed back to my breast slowly, his eyes fixated on mine. He wanted to see how what he was doing made me feel.

"Oh god! Josh, please" I put a hand over my mouth to stop my moans.

"Get your hand away from your mouth Mrs Adams," Josh ordered "I want to hear you moan my name"

Kill me! This man was going to make me go mad!

My husband’s face flashed in my mind. The vows. The normal life.

Then Josh’s fingers slid slowly into my vagina and the guilt drowned.

I arched.

God help me, I arched into his finger.

Oil dripped down my sides, pooling beneath me, his other hand circled around my breasts, squeezing them pleasurably. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he started pumping his finger in me, while pinching my nipple.

I instinctively covered my mouth again to muffle the loud moans that freely escaped.

"Moan my name Mrs Adams" Josh commanded.

"Please Josh, don't stop" I moaned.

"Good girl, you like that?" he asked, teasing my clit.

"Yes Josh, Yes Josh! Do it again"

This was crazy, my masseuse had his finger in me in a public spa, while my husband was at home. How sinful.

This was risky. Too risky. The reality of what was happening hit me.

“What if someone walks in?” I breathed.

Josh chuckled softly. “Then we stop.”

But his hands never did. They kept exploring.

That lie made it hotter.

His thumbs traced slow, wicked paths that had my breath stuttering, my back arching, my fingers gripping the table sheets like a lifeline. Oil slicked between us, my skin shining under the soft lights, every touch sliding smoother, deeper, more intimate.

I felt wanted.

Seen.

Undone.

“You’ve been holding this in,” he said quietly. “I can feel it. Let's release all that tension Mrs Adams "

My chest tightened.

“I’m married…”

“I know.”

And somehow that made his hands roam slower.

Longer.

More sinful.

The wrongness wrapped around the desire like a flame.

I moaned his name before I could stop myself.

Silence followed.

Then his breath hitched.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let go.”

His hands explored me completely now, not rushed, not shy, just pure hunger and curiosity and heat, oil dripping, bodies close, the line between massage and affair long gone.

My thoughts fractured.

Guilt whispered.

Pleasure roared.

And pleasure won.

Somewhere down the hall a door closed.

My heart slammed.

Josh froze for half a second.

Then his mouth brushed my ear.

“No one’s coming,” he murmured. “Just us.”

And my body melted back into his hands like I’d been waiting all my life to fall.

The spa had turned into a secret.

And I was already lost in it.