My Husband's Masseuse

Kenzie Taylor’s got her oil warming and table prepped when Charlie Forde storms into the parlor like she’s hunting for trouble. Charlie claims the next slot, but Kenzie knows that booking belongs to a regular stud. Turns out Charlie’s that guy’s wife, and she’s swapped places to see exactly what he’s been paying for. She’s half-convinced Kenzie’s been putting more than hands on her man. Kenzie smirks, says the guy’s always left satisfied but not touched, then waves Charlie toward the table anyway. Once the robe drops, natural tits and a few tasteful tattoos come into view, and Kenzie’s palms start gliding. Charlie’s shoulders melt. Every knot loosens under those sure strokes, and the room fills with the slick sound of skin on skin. Before long Charlie’s breath catches, hips twitch, and a sudden hot rush sprays across Kenzie’s wrist as she works that sweet spot deeper. Legs shaking, Charlie gasps that this secret stays between them. Kenzie just grins, reaches for more oil, and tells her the next round’s already booked.