My Husband’s Massage Betrayal with My Best Friend - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Our eyes widened as we stared at Dr. Winston, hanging onto his every word.
He insisted that bringing in random male and female masseurs wouldn't cut it.
For this to really work, we needed to involve our closest friends.
I'd ask my best friend to massage my husband.
He'd ask his best friend to massage me.
That way, the whole thing would feel more… personal.
My jaw hit the floor.
Was this even a real therapy method?
My closest friend was Sophia Valentine—gorgeous, confident, and effortlessly seductive. She dropped by our place all the time, and my husband knew her well.
But Sophia wasn't just any woman. She had curves that could stop traffic, a wicked sense of humor, and a way of making men forget their own names with just a glance.
The thought of her hands gliding over my husband's body—her fingers working out every knot—sent an uneasy twist through my stomach.
At home, I scoffed and waved him off. "I told you that doctor was a quack. What kind of insane advice is this? It's ridiculous!"
"Having your buddy rub me down? Who even comes up with this stuff?"
I kept ranting, but my husband's expression was… interested.
"Sweetheart, we haven't even tried it yet, and you're already freaking out. Maybe that means it'll work."
"Didn't the doc say we need to spark some tension to appreciate each other again? This could be exactly what we need."
I narrowed my eyes. "You bastard. You've been waiting for an excuse like this, haven't you?"
He backtracked fast. "It's not about me. It's about you stimulating me. For the sake of our marriage, let's just give it a shot."
Honestly, I had no idea if this would fix anything.
But we were desperate enough to try.
I called Sophia and laid out the situation.
She burst out laughing. "The doctor actually prescribed this? That's hilarious!"
After some negotiating (and the promise of a very fancy dinner), she agreed.
With Sophia on board, the next step was my husband's best friend—Nathan Roland.
Just the thought of Nathan's hands on me made my pulse spike.
I'd always had a quiet admiration for him.
Where my husband was polished and refined, Nathan was all raw athleticism—a gym rat with the body of a Greek god.
If my husband actually convinced him to participate…
The idea alone made my cheeks burn.
But I couldn't let my husband see my reaction.
Still, I couldn't help asking every day who he planned to invite.
Then he dropped the news—Nathan had agreed.
My heart did a wild flip, like a gust of wind had knocked it sideways.
We set up a meetup for all four of us that weekend.
The second Sophia saw me, she smirked and pulled my husband aside. "You're seriously okay with handing your husband over to me?"
Classic Sophia—bold, blunt, and completely shameless.
Not wanting to look weak, I forced a careless shrug. "Of course I trust you."
My husband clapped Nathan on the shoulder. "Take good care of my wife, man."
I cringed. Could he have phrased that any worse?
Nathan chuckled and nodded, then let his gaze slide over me—slow, deliberate.
"Don't worry, bro. I've got her."
The way he said it sent a shiver straight down my spine.
Then, we split into pairs and disappeared into separate rooms.