Continued from part 2, The power of Steve
3. Spouses come home to a mess.
Susan now began to look around the room, their clothes were everywhere, and the bed was a mess, mostly it was completely covered in Steve's cum. The place was a disaster. Susan had no idea how to clean this up before Tom, her husband, came home. Steve started to get dressed and asked what he could do to clean up. "I'll just close the door to this room and clean it up later. You should go back to the dining room as if you're still working and I'll try to get myself cleaned up."
Susan went upstairs, literally dripping cum up the stairway, and all the way to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, and put on a bathing suit, this time less skimpy than yesterday's. She also put on a cover-up that was see thru, but at least covered her up a bit. She headed downstairs. Steve was working again, an the remnants of their lunch were still at the dining room table. Susan walked right up to Steve and planted a deep tongue kiss, he pulled his chair out and picked her up and put her on his lap, as they made out for the next few minutes.
"Oh my God, that's Tom pulling into the driveway, we need to stop. I'm going to head out the the pool... but I'm just going to fantasize about that amazing sex and dream about when we can do it again." Steve blushed and patted her butt as she hopped up and dashed out to the pool.
I then walked in the front door, and saw Steve sitting there. Everything seemed fine, thought honestly, I was a bit concerned what I might walk into, after yesterday's experience with the huge boner incident at the pool. I had been recalling the image all day, thinking to myself, how impressive Steve's body was and the size of his dick. Knowing that Susan must have been impressed too.
"Hi Steve, how's it going"
"Oh hey Tom, thank you again for letting me work here, it's been going really well today. I have a bit more to finish if you don't mind."
"I'm going to go change, and then grab a beer and head out to the pool. You should join me when you can. Do you know if Susan is out there?"
"Uh, yeah I think she's out there" Steve answered, trying to be nonchalant about Susan.
I then came back down, wearing my tightest swimsuit I had. I was no match for Steve, but I looked OK. There was a small bulge showing in the swimsuit as I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought Susan will like how I look.
Steve glanced up at me, and kind of smiled, though it seemed a bit like a smirk to me. I grabbed a beer and headed out back, Susan was there on a lounge chair reading. I called out, "Hi honey, can I bring you something?"
"No, dear, I'm fine. Did you tell Steve to join us out here too?"
"Uh, yes I did" I thought it was nice, but also odd that she was so eager for Steve to join us. After work Susan and I would normally spend time, just the two of us catching up on our day. So I sat next to her and asked about the day. She told me about the tennis games. She then went into the pain she's been having in her back. And then she dropped the bomb that made me really concerned.
"Steve was really helpful with my back today. He gave me an amazing massage. I finally think I have an answer to my back pain. But he's said he will need to do the same massage a few more times before the pain finally goes away. You know, Steve was an amazing rugby player in high school and college. Steve shared with me that he traveled to many games, and met a lot of people, and also had quite a lot of girls who fawned over him and the other players. But he also learned how to treat sore backs really well."
I had no idea how to respond to this. What was she telling me? That somehow they had a major massage session here, at my house today? And that this activity was almost required to continue? What the heck is going on.
"Are you telling me you had a full blown massage here today, and that you plan to have Steve do more of this?"
"Yes, honey, it was amazing, and Steve can also show you how to do it."
My mind was now racing with the images of Steve's huge body over my wife, caressing her back and god knows what else. And then the image of him showing me how to do this.
"OK, I guess... it does seems little weird to have Steve massage you while I'm not home. And as well for him to teach us how to do this massage."
"Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about, you know Steve is a super Christian, and he and Alison are of course quite faithful. The massage today was amazing though. His hands are so strong, and he was able to get up on top of me in a way to allowed him to get to all the right pressure points across my whole body. He's literally changed my life."
As Susan was talking, all I could imagine was something very sexual must have happened, even if they didn't have sex. What she just described must have pushed the limits of skin exposure and touching way beyond just the small of her back, which is the only real spot of pain. I know this because Susan has also had me try to massage her before, to no avail, but she's pointed out precisely where her pain is, and where she insisted I should focus my attempt to relieve her back pain.
Just then Steve walked out to the pool. Today he had a more modest swimsuit on, it was a black Brazilian type suit, still quite fitting and tight, but less skimpy than yesterday's.
Steve called out, "hey can I bring either of you some beer or something"
"No we're fine, just come join us. I want to hear about this massage you gave my wife."
Steve then came and sat next to us, he laid on the lounge chair next to Susan, with her in the middle of us. I was sitting in a normal pool chair as they were both in lounge chairs.
"Oh, so Susan told you about the massage?" Steve wasn't sure how to handle this, and was looking closely at Susan to get some clues on what exactly she had shared.
"So, Steve tell me what exactly is involved in this massage that Susan said has changed her life?"
Steve was now looking a little frightened, like he'd been caught. He hesitated, and that struck me as weird and now I was even more suspicious. Steve started to try to tell the story, but he just stammered. Susan then jumped in, "Tom, as I was saying before when Steve was a rugby player, he had to learn how to take care of his back, and became quite adept at giving and getting back massages. I imagine his coach and other players were giving massages to each other." Steve was kind of nodding as Susan continued. "Either way he is clearly and expert, and I can attest to how excellently he uses his hands, and his whole body to masterfully give a massage."
Again my mind was racing, I could not believe Susan's description or worse the look of guilt on Steve's face. Just then the gate opened and it was Alison. "Hi there neighbors, do you mind if I come over?"