Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 9: Uncle Lim  (Act 4)


Lina was just finishing up her shift at Uncle Lim's massage parlor. She knew her husband's new sundry shop was not doing as well as they had hoped, and she is looking for ways to help make ends meet.

Few days ago, Lina had mustered up the courage to ask Uncle Lim for a salary increment, to which he had agreed. Today, as she was cleaning her massage room, she heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Lim, and Lina welcomed him in as they chatted.

Uncle Lim handed her an envelope filled with cash, his promise fulfilled. Lina's heart swelled with gratitude, her eyes misting with unshed tears. They began to chat, their conversation meandering towards Uncle Lim's depression therapy. He spoke of his loneliness, his voice a whisper in the quiet room.

"I've been to a brothel," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Lim sighed, his eyes downcast. "Lina, I feel so alone. I visited a prostitute the other day, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I saw the ladies, but none exuded the beauty that you do, Lina." His confession hung in the air, a heavy weight that neither dared to acknowledge.

Lina's eyes widened in surprise. "Uncle Lim, that's dangerous. You could get a disease or worse."

Lina's heart ached for Uncle Lim, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts. She knew she had to discourage him, her heart unable to bear the thought of him seeking solace in the arms of a prostitute.

"Uncle Lim," she began, her voice soft yet firm. "You don't need to do that. You're a good man, a kind man. You deserve better than a fleeting moment of pleasure."

Uncle Lim looked at her, his eyes filled with a silent plea. "But Lina, I'm just unhappy...."

She knew that Uncle Lim was a good man, and he didn't deserve to feel so alone.

"Uncle Lim, there are other ways to connect with people. Have you tried dating apps or social groups?", Lina said.

Uncle Lim shook his head. "I'm too old for that," he said. "I don't know how to use those apps, and I don't have the energy to socialize with strangers."

Lina sighed. She knew that Uncle Lim was set in his ways, but she didn't want him to resort to paying for sex. She wanted him to find a genuine connection with someone.

Uncle Lim looked at her, his eyes filled with a silent plea. "Lina, I hope to feel again a woman's touch, like our encounter months ago"

"No...Uncle Lim!!! I know you're lonely, but there are other ways to find happiness," Lina said firmly"

Uncle Lim looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "Lina, you're the only one who understands me. Could you... could you help me this one time?"

Lina shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. "Uncle Lim, we've been through this before. I can't do that again."

Uncle Lim's shoulders slumped, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm in pain, Lina. Please."

Lina's heart sank. She knew what he was asking, and she didn't know how to respond. She'd already slept with him once, a one-time promise that she'd made to help him. She couldn't do it again.

"Uncle Lim, I can't," she said, her voice firm. "You made a promise before, and cannot break it."

Uncle Lim's shoulders slumped, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm in pain, Lina. Please."

Lina hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn't deny the old man's request, but she couldn't bring herself to sleep with him again. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll only help by touching, and only if the lights are off and you don't touch me."

Uncle Lim nodded eagerly, his face lighting up with hope. "Yes, yes, anything you want."

Lina turned off the lights, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood facing the dressing table, her hands rubbing with oil. "Unzip and come closer," she instructed.

She heard Uncle Lim undressing behind her, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Slowly, she reached her hand behind her, searching for his cock.

She found it, already half-hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it twitch in her hand. She started to stroke, her movements slow and deliberate.

At first, Lina couldn't see anything, but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was shocked to see Uncle Lim's reflection in the mirror. He was completely nude, his cock growing bigger with each stroke. His face was a mask of lust, his eyes filled with desire.

Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him, his eyes closed in pleasure. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She needed the money, and Uncle Lim needed her.

Uncle Lim rested his hands on Lina's hips, his breath coming out in short gasps. Lina tried to push him away, but he held on tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "I need support," he whispered hoarsely.