Our wedding anniversary. My busy husband had cleared his schedule just for this day. We were supposed to spend some quiet time together at a hotel. But my exhausted husband fell asleep, and I ended up requesting a massage. How did it come to this? I don't know. But right now, I'm lying here with my legs spread for the masseur, right beside my beloved husband. My pleasure points are being pressed, and my sexual desire is spiraling out of control. I gasp and moan, stifling my voice while apologizing in my heart.