Marital Problems

Britney Amber storms into the massage parlor, frustration etched all over her face. She just blew up at her dumbass husband and boy, does she need to let off some steam. She lets out this big, heavy sigh, shoulders slumping like the weight of the world's on them. Jade Nile, the hot masseuse, spots her right away and says, 'Hey, I can take you now if you're ready.' She leads Britney back to the private room, all dim lights and soothing vibes, ready to get started. Jade tells her to strip down and get on the table, but before she can even pivot away, Britney's peeling off her clothes like it's no big deal, spilling her guts the whole time. Jade's eyes widen—damn, this woman's bold, comfy as hell shedding everything in front of a stranger. Britney rants on about her husband being a total prick, and drops that she's always wondered what it's like to hook up with a chick. 'You ever been with a woman?' she asks Jade straight up. Jade lets out a little giggle, cheeks flushing. 'Yeah, I've had a few... adventures.' Britney smirks, admitting she's always been curious about girls but never jumped in. 'Kissed one in college, that's it—my wildest story.' She presses Jade for details on her girl-on-girl romps, but Jade dodges it with a sly smile. 'Am I freaking you out?' Britney teases. Jade shakes her head, grinning. 'Nah, just keeping it pro here.' She slicks up her hands with oil and digs into Britney's back, kneading out the knots. Britney keeps venting—her husband's a slob who never lifts a finger, leaving her to scrub up his messes every damn day. Jade works lower, hitting that sweet spot in her lower back, and Britney purrs, 'Oh god, that feels incredible.' As Jade's fingers graze near her ass, Britney doesn't hesitate: 'Lower, girl—right there.' Jade obliges, massaging those firm cheeks, and Britney's moans crank up, pure bliss echoing off the walls. 'Flip over for me,' Jade says, voice husky now. Britney rolls onto her back, and Jade goes straight for her tits, rubbing and squeezing those full mounds. Britney's moans get louder, her nipples hardening like diamonds—it's crystal clear she's fired up, pussy probably throbbing already. She grabs Jade's hand and guides it down to her slick folds. 'My husband doesn't even touch me anymore,' she whines. Jade hesitates for a beat. 'Normally, I don't go there—this place is all business.' But her eyes sparkle with mischief. 'But I wanna make you feel amazing. And I know exactly the spot.' Her fingers dive in, massaging Britney's pussy with expert strokes. Britney arches, moaning like a porn star, loving every second. It doesn't take long—her cunt's drenched, juices everywhere. Jade drops to all fours, face buried deep in that wet heat, tongue lashing wildly, hell-bent on wiping every thought of that loser husband from her mind.