Chapter 3
#Chapter 3
The private room was exquisitely designed for seduction.
Warm golden lights focused on the circular bed draped with sheer curtains.
A full-length mirror stood directly opposite the bed.
It offered a perfect view of everything that would happen on that bed.
Several pieces of La Perla lingerie were arranged on the sheets.
Ethan had never introduced such pleasures into our marriage.
My heart raced as I imagined what was to come.
Parker noticed my nervousness and pulled me into his arms.
"Your heart is beating so fast, sister."
"Don't be nervous."
"Just think of me as your young boyfriend."
His initiative broke down my remaining resistance.
I turned and buried myself in his embrace.
His physique reminded me of my first lover from younger days.
The firmness of his body stirred long-forgotten desires.
I hadn't experienced such youthful energy since marrying Ethan.
"Do you like my pecs, sister?"
Parker whispered against my ear while kissing it gently.
"But my six-pack abs are even better."
"Would you like to touch them?"
"Or perhaps... explore somewhere else?"
His words grew more suggestive with each breath.
His hands began wandering across my body with increasing boldness.
I felt myself losing control yet struggled with lingering guilt.
"But I'm married."
"Is this right?"
Even now, Ethan's cold, disdainful expression haunted me.
The memory prevented me from fully surrendering to the moment.
My mind remained tangled in conflict despite our intimate position.
"Does your husband treat you well?"
Parker asked while his hand found its way to my most sensitive area.
The skillful touch made me recall Ethan's constant neglect.
"I... I don't know."
"You're making excuses for him, sister."
"If he treated you properly, you wouldn't be here."
His words struck a deep chord within me.
Suddenly all my tension and guilt found release.
I began sobbing quietly against his shoulder.
"Let me give you a massage."
"You're too tense."
"Alright."
I gradually let go of my reservations and accepted this absurd situation.
I allowed him to remove my final layer of clothing.
His hands began working their way across my body.
It was supposed to be a massage.
Yet his hands never stayed where they should.
They constantly strayed to elicit responses from me.
Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations.
Tyler's voice carried clearly from the next room.
"Put this on, sister."
"I want to try the largest size."
Wendy's delighted squeal followed immediately.
I never imagined they would use intimate accessories.
But Wendy had studied abroad and dated foreign men.
Her openness seemed natural given her background.
The rooms were separated only by thin panels.
Wendy's escalating moans echoed in my ears.
Combined with Parker's roaming hands, I quickly became aroused.