Priya booked an appointment for a sensual massage that afternoon. She said she needed privacy that she did not want any other client to see her when she arrived or left. Most clients asked for the thing. I usually attended three or four clients a day. I told her that slots were already booked. Priya said her husband was not home. Usually her husband drops her off everywhere, so she demaned she needed an appointment.

I stared at Priya's message for a moment. I could not cancel a client at the last minute. I asked Priya if 8 PM is okay. There was a pause before Priya replied. Then she said that it was okay.

I had attended many married women. Most of them complained that their husbands no longer touched them properly. Some married women came out of curiosity while others stayed nervous until the sensual massage session ended. Some married women wanted to cross the line. Still pretended they did not. Not every sensual massage ended in sex.

She walked into my studio and the instant I saw her, I knew she was very nervous. I saw how her body looked in that salwar kameez. Her breasts were nice and round, and her butt was nice. I was a little excited when I saw her like that. She came up to my desk.

“Priya. I booked the slot,” she said, her voice calm but tight. She smelled faintly of her perfume. I noticed her finger kept rubbing her wedding ring. Her eyes kept glancing at the door. I know she had already crossed a forbidden line just by walking in here.

I smiled. “Welcome. Please have a seat.” I pointed to the couch. She nodded, clenching her lips.

As she sat down I looked at her for a moment. She looked down at the floor. Her knees were tightly pressed together, her fingers fidgeting on her legs. I can feel her guilt, but she wanted to cross that. I wanted to turn her into a dripping and moaning mess on my table.

“I'll make all that up, and I'll be back,” I said.

On my return, I took her to the room. I'd lit up the fake candles and led her to the sturdy massage table in the centre of the room. She turned her gaze to the basket in the corner and then looked around.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

She looked me in the eye and nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you ready?”

I gave her a couple of throwaway wrap cloths. She looked confused.

“First time?” I asked gently.

She nodded. I explained to her how to wrap one around her chest and the other at her waist. “I go outside for a bit, put these on, and lie face down.”

When I returned, I saw her clothes were neatly folded on the side table, and she lay under the thin cloths. I could smell the mix of her nervousness. My cock was already half-hard. I took a slow breath and reminded myself to savour every second of breaking her down. I poured warm oil into my hands and started at her shoulders. I went lower on her back, pressing my thumbs down her spine till the base. She moaned softly, straight to my cock.

“Fuck… you're so…" I whispered to myself.

I fought to keep my control. It made me want to push her to betray her own boundaries. I reached her ass under the cloth, kneaded the soft and juicy flesh and let my thumbs touch dangerously near to her pussy. Her breathing changed. I could feel the excitement building in her. Her hips twitched as my thumbs came close to her. I could feel her desire fighting against her, her desire slowly winning. Knowing she was married only made me throb harder. My fingers teased nearer to her lips, always stopping just short. She started to rock her hips back and forth.

I spoke quietly, “Turn over.”

She turned onto her back. Her eyes remained shut, but her nipples were firm and protruding through the thin fabric. Her cheeks were flushed and her body shook slightly. I dripped some oil again into my hands and rubbed them up her thighs; my thumbs touched her fat outer lips with each stroke. She spread her legs apart. I reached her stomach and her ribs, but did not touch her breasts. I wanted to tease her; I wanted to drive her out of her mind. She gasped loudly. Her eyes were still closed. I watched her guilt crack right in front of me. I wanted her to admit what she wanted was intoxicating.

“Do you want me to work on your breasts?” I asked.

She nodded. I tore the top piece and cupped her full breasts in both hands, squeezing them. They were so small, and they fit in my hands. I put one in my mouth, on her nipple, and sucked it hard.

“Ahh… yes!” she moaned, arching her chest up.

My dick began to push hard against my pants. I moved my one hand down and grabbed her pussy from the bottom. I continued sucking on her other nipple, and I rubbed in slow circles over her wet clit.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded with her eyes closed. I pulled down my trousers and rolled a condom on my thick dick, glancing at her. She opened her eyes, and it was dark with hunger. Her thighs pressed together. The sight sent a dark thrill through me. I could feel her mind spinning with guilt, fear and overwhelming lust all at once. I tore the lower cloth off her. I spread her legs apart, and I mounted her on the table. I rubbed my cock head up and down her glistening folds.

I said to her, “Look at me.”

Our eyes locked. I leaned forward, and she put her hand on my shoulder. I pushed into her with one deep thrust. Her nails were digging into my skin, and she yelled, “Fuck!”

I moved slowly inside her, grinding my hairy chest against her sensitive nipples. She whimpered, both raw and unabridged. Then, I knelt up, grabbed her ass, and pushed in hard.

“Please make it harder, harder,” she cried.

I leaned down and growled in her ear, “You shouldn’t be this wet for another man, Priya.”

I turned her around onto all fours, grabbed her hips, and hit her from behind. Her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her moans were increasingly urgent and frantic. Her pussy clenched my dick tightly. I moved fast. She shook and cried out at the moment of her orgasm. I pushed deep and blew up, filling the condom.

I remained inside her, gasping for breath. Then I slowly eased out. I helped her to lie down. I softly kissed her neck. She shivered and smiled.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Better than okay,” she whispered with a shy laugh. I didn't think it would be like that… all that."

In that hushed moment, I felt an odd mix of deep satisfaction. The shy smile on her face told me that she would crave this again.

I grinned and said, “Most women don’t.”

She dressed slowly. As she was about to leave, she looked back at me.

“Of course, I'll be booking again.”

I watched her leave, thinking of all the dirtier things I would do to her next time.