"Thanks, Rick." I said to my Hong Kong friend. "I really appreciate you putting me up even for a little while."
"No problem, Jer. I know what it's like." Answered Rick.
Rick and I and a few other friends worked out at the same martial arts dojo. I had just separated with my wife. It was a trial separation. After many, many, many years, I felt we had nothing going on between us anymore. While the lack of sex or even intimacy wasn't the main reason, it was part of a contributing factor. I can't remember the last time we had intercourse. The last BJ or even a hand job I got from her was over a year ago. We really didn't seem to have anything in common any more.
This mundane routine seemed to start almost immediately after we were wed.
I had found outside gratification. I always loved going to strip bars. I ended up meeting a little older dancer who was working there to make a few extra bucks. She was a bit of a MILF and we started going out. It turned into a ten year plus affair (but that's another true story).
Rick was divorced after he found out his blond Scandinavian wife was having an affair with someone else. It hit him and his two older kids pretty hard. He later reignited his social life and found a nice Asian girl. Tina was a few years younger than he. And spoke better English too albeit with a heavy Taiwanese accent. She was very tall, about five foot ten and pretty although not much of a body shape to speak of, she did have a nice bum.
They now lived together with his two adult sons. Mitch was the younger, while Harry was the older and temporarily in Quebec City for a while. They let me use his room.
Mostly, I was either out of the house or stayed in my room and worked on my PC. Rick was pretty busy with his business, often having to pitch in with the heavy labour along with his workers. He usually left very early and came home pretty tired. Tina didn't say much but she relate to me that Rick would repeatedly come home late and always tired. He'd eat some dinner, talk a bit then he would go to sleep. Repeat.
Tina was a licensed RMT, Registered Massage Therapist. She worked for a spa at a posh hotel but since she was relatively new there, her clientele list was very small. She used one of the spare rooms in the house for a private massage practice.
I've been here for about a week and a half now. Communication with my wife had only been via text. I'm not sure how things will go but...
I was in Harry's room getting dressed to go out after my shower. I guess I didn't close the door all the way and Mitch's cat Armageddon pushed the door open and walked in. Normally I wouldn't care but being buck naked, I went to go close the door. Just then, Tina came out of her bedroom. We stood there facing each other for a few seconds.
Tina turned away first. "Sorry! Sorry!"
I slowly closing the door, I replied. "No..no.. It's okay. Armageddon opened the door. Sorry."
I kind of giggle to myself. I looked down and notice I was about half mast. I'm not huge by any means but a pretty decent length and thickness. Most women who commented have told me it was the perfect size. Perfect for deep throat-blow jobs yet big enough to fill their pussy with cum.
"Meow!" Cried Armageddon. Curiosity satisfied, she now wanted to get out.
"Good girl." I gave her a nice pet on the head before letting her exit.
The week that followed was a bit tense. In the morning when I'm having coffee, Tina would be there. I could see a small smile crack her lips as we talked. Her big almond eyes flitted from my face to my crotch.
"What are you doing today, Jer?" She asked.
"I got some things to pick up before going to the dojo." I told her. "Are you working today?"
"Yes, later this afternoon." Tina told me. "I have to do some shopping this morning. Do you need anything? Soap? Toothpaste? Condoms?"
"What?" I said to myself. I must have misunderstood. It was probably her accent. "No, I'm okay."
I left later to do my tasks. One box I picked up was heavier than I thought and I slightly tweaked my back. I thought a good workout after would fix it, but next morning I was barely able to crawl out of bed. Tina was in the kitchen as I struggled to make my coffee; Rick was getting ready to leave.
"Are you okay?" Rick asked.
"I pulled something in my back when I was picking stuff up. I thought working out would work it out, but it is so sore this morning." I groaned out in stifled pain.
