Lisa thoughtfully looked out the window: “Well, what should I do, not for the first time, in the end I have my own pride or not? I can't leave it like that! ”

It was about the recent business trip of her husband and colleagues to Peter. Her beloved one returned from the whole three-day trip, and soon she felt something was amiss - she had unpleasant feelings when urinating, a slight burning sensation and scabies in an intimate place. The diagnosis of the doctor after degrading tests was also disappointing - a paravenergic disease. Yes, she drank a course of creepy antibiotics, so we can say that now everything is behind, but the sediment of bitterness is tormenting her so far: to exchange it for some kind of sales whore - how dare he? And this is after the promises that this will never happen again. Half a year ago, he had already brought her gardnellosis, but then before that she was on refresher courses in Saratov for two months and therefore forgave her husband's love affairs under his oath promises that this would not happen again, but here again. Well, what is he missing? What is he doing?

The latter, dear readers, does not apply to her husband, but rather to the movements of a massage therapist. At the moment of not the most optimistic thoughts, Lisa was lying on the table down with her tummy, and a young man in a tracksuit was puffing above her while making a massage. The action took place in the recreation area of ​​a large organization of bureaucratic nature, where she worked. At that moment, when Liza's thoughts were interrupted, the massage therapist gently moved his palms over the upper parts of the ward’s buttocks, pushing them under her panty rubber band, and massaged Liza’s understanding.

Here it is necessary to make a small lyrical digression. Liza turned thirty-two a month ago; she was one of the few young mothers possessing happy body parameters for a woman, in other words, the body proportions that are not transmitted by words, which are called sexy. Colleagues, and they were mostly women alone, envied Lisa. When she appeared at work in the morning in the morning, everyone gasped, asked where they bought it, and how much, they immediately asked to buy it the same. Indeed, on her figure, even mediocre outfits sat immaculately. If you add to this a sweet face with big green eyes, blond from the birth soft strands of hair and a pleasant sweetish timbre of your voice, it will become clear to you that Lisa’s sadness about her husband’s adventures had some reason. It cannot be said either that in the marital bed our heroine was shackled, in a good mood she, one might say, enthusiastically licked her testicles to her husband, deeply sucked cock, could show a striptease, took any poses at will of her husband. The only thing she couldn’t allow was anal sex. Rather, her husband's little finger in the ass, she found even pleasant at the time of excitement, but panicked by the penetration of his fat member, so much so that even a sincere desire to give her loved every conceivable pleasure in sex could not overcome the fear.

Like any other married woman, Lisa tried to save on purchases, frequent sales and fairs, and various promotions of shopping centers with significant discounts. That massage, which she needed to maintain the tone of the spine, which bruised in childhood, she and her friends at work got almost free. It all started with a handwritten announcement on the turntable, where massage services were offered at a low price, provided that a group of at least 10 people was completed. Those who wanted to get “cheap and angry” were found quickly, the authorities allocated a rest room for the “wellness group” provided it was used at the end of the working day, but now she could not remember if anyone had asked this guy for a diploma and license.

In the meantime, the hands of the masseur relaxed noticeably and continued their brazenly exciting stroking of the back and hemispheres of Liza's ass, gradually increasing the area of ​​penetration.Lisa turned around and saw the concentrated face of the “specialist”, whose eyes turned from her body towards her - the young man smiled as if in nothing and whispered deviously: “Do you like it?”

Suddenly, Lisa heard her own voice: “Yes, go on! Just lovely! ”In those, it seems that this guy is not so much a desire to earn some money, but a desire to satisfy his lust, feeling the bodies of young accountants, secretaries, etc. She immediately remembered how he didn’t include them under various pretexts the groups of two elderly and full employees referring to the time limit, as yesterday during the first session she thought his movements were not professional enough, but she dismissed this thought. Yes, and the duration of the massage yesterday seemed to her short, but when she looked at the clock, trying to understand how long the procedure lasts, Roman (as he introduced himself), as if guessing her thought, said: “We’ll finish today, let me accept you tomorrow, so I can give you more attention, given your particular back problems, and we will not have limited time. ”Yesterday she did not give him any meaning, now the masseur’s true idea began to reach her. “Well, we are fools, of course!” She thought. Then an article from the newspaper about a false gynecologist, who examined the women of the whole village, came to mind and then suddenly disappeared as it appeared.

She put her face down and felt an involuntary pulse accelerate and her breathing pattern began to falter. For some reason, she was not ashamed, initially flashed the idea that we should immediately jump up, get dressed and leave immediately got stuck in a sudden sweet languor in the body, which was also a long-awaited. For a month and a half, Lisa and her husband slept in different beds, practically did not talk. Rather, Lisa herself turned on the “silent” and now if she had to talk to her husband, she did it in a dry official tone with utmost brevity. She suddenly incredibly wanted to get into the arms of her husband, who was loved and hated for her now at the same time, but now he was not near, but an almost unknown man. “And what, actually, my beloved can walk, but not me?” - Lisa decided with lightning speed that now, perhaps, she would go far with this dubious masseur Roman, and this would be the best revenge for treason. She immediately realized that the floor of the building was already empty, all the staff had already been on their way home for a long time and there was no need to fear that they would be caught. From such a sudden thought, simplicity of reckoning with her husband, she almost laughed out loud, blood began to soak in her temples, a tremor of anticipation ran through her body. She no longer thought about the possibility of picking up some infection from a stranger, or that after a tiff with her husband stopped using birth control pills, the thirst for revenge took possession of her.

At that moment, when Roman's hands again descended on the buttocks, Lisa gently spread her legs slightly and lifted her basin over the table and moved forward, completely slipping her ass in the seductive thongs from under the terry towel so that the man could appreciate her charms. Considerable volitional efforts she had to look back, look straight into the eyes of the arrogant young man and say:

- Do with me what you really came for.

Unexpected of such a turn of events and not completely believing what was happening, the massage therapist, nevertheless, quickly oriented himself and deftly pulled the thongs off Lisa, throwing a terry towel to the floor. A wonderful spectacle opened before him, with which he allowed himself to revel for a minute: an absolutely naked beautiful woman with a gorgeous body, glittering with cream-colored copper, was lying on the table and unequivocally urging him to take decisive action. The soft weightless strands of hair spread across the table hid the wonderful face of their owner, the perfect shape of the back was emphasized by Lisa’s narrow waist.Unnaturally smooth legs of perfect proportions were spread apart and the pink lips of the vagina were swollen and mischievous looked out ...