Sniper Files - The Masseur and a Wife

Viewing her through his scope, he thought of their previous night together. He remembered how she had moved under his pressing fingers. She was like the meat of a ripened peach falling from its seed.

Her life had been full of love and sacrifice for spouse and child. But last night, she’d fallen into lust, and he, as her masseur, had ministered to her need.

A sweetness unrivaled by younger skin, he thought. Women he’d fucked seemed flavorless beside her middle-aged beauty.
 
His finger squeezed and he whispered, “You are at the peak of ripeness. It's time for harvest.”