SONE-914 3pm on a weekday. I stripped off my "wife" identity. Does a risqué massage constitute adultery? Minami Haru

My life is fulfilling. A rich life with my beloved husband. Happy days. We go shopping together and take baths together. We even brush our teeth together. Our lives couldn't be more fulfilling. Or so I thought. Until one day, when I was worried about stiff shoulders, I saw the masseuse my husband introduced me to. With lewd hands I'd never experienced before, my soft breasts, my plump buttocks, sometimes right next to my beloved husband, he gently and persistently kneaded and stimulated me, and I realized I was aroused. It's 3pm on a weekday when I'm alone. The doorbell rings again today at my love nest with my husband. My uterus is in love, and I hear the sound of a mask being removed.