Our wedding anniversary. My husband was busy adjusting his work schedule, so I had planned a special day at a hotel. However, exhausted, he fell asleep midway, and our plans quietly slipped away. In that moment, I asked him to give me a massage and began receiving treatment right there. Wanting to do anything for him, I opened my legs and entrusted my body to the therapist's hands. Unexpectedly, I ended up drawing out his pleasure, and my own desire became impossible to suppress. Deep down, I feel guilty toward my husband, yet I can only stifle my voice and surrender to the sensation. Amid this situation, I reaffirm my bond with my husband, experiencing what unfolds between us.