My wife's secret encounter with a masseuse uncovered: A voyeur's tale

I stumbled upon my wife's secret rendezvous with a masseur, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by the eroticism of the scene. My wife, a stunning mature beauty, was getting massaged by a tall, muscular man who seemed to be expertly working out all the kinks from her petite frame. As I watched from the corner of the room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of voyeuristic excitement and guilt. The atmosphere was charged with sexual tension as the masseur expertly worked his magic on my wife's body, his strong hands gliding over her skin, his fingers exploring every crevice and curve. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight, even though I knew it was wrong. As the massage progressed, the intensity escalated, and soon, my wife was being taken doggy style by the masseur, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room. It was a sight to behold, a real-life encounter that was as hot as it was taboo.