Part 1
Hello. My name is Mark. This is the story about how I became involved with a married couple.
I knew the woman from work.
Susan and I both worked as physical therapists at a hospital located in the mid-west. We had also gone to the same university, but I didn't know her before I started working because I graduated a year after she did. Sue was 25 years old and I was 24.
My ex-girlfriend had broken up with me two years prior. Since then, the extent of my sex life was looking at the girls at the beach in their skimpy bikinis. I would wear a skimpy swimsuit too. It covered me pretty well except when I got an erection. It turned me on knowing that they could see me. I would masturbate when I got back to my apartment.
I remember peeping out my window to watch a 19-year-old girl who lived in the apartment across from me come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The only thing she had on was a towel and that was wrapped around her head! After she took off the towel, I would watch her comb her long straight blond hair. She had a lovely body with beautiful breasts and a nice ass. I would masturbate while watching her. This went on until her boyfriend happened to spot me. It was a good thing he didn't beat me to a pulp!
What was more serious was that my sexual frustrations carried over to when I was at work. No doubt, the women could tell that I was horny. What made things worse was that sometimes I would receive doctors' orders to treat female patients who had back pain. The orders would specify "heat and massage".
I have treated a number of women of various ages for this problem. There have been black women, white women, and Asian women. There were fat women and skinny women. I even treated one young lady who told me that she was a model for fat people! I've treated ballerinas and soccer players, housewives and teachers.
I would instruct them to undress, lie on their stomach, and cover themselves with a sheet. I deliberately wasn't very specific as to how much clothing they needed to take off.
One of my first patients was an attractive looking woman who was in her early thirties. All she had on underneath the sheet was her panties and bra. While I was massaging her, she undid the clasps on her bra so that I could massage her upper back. There was nothing unusual about that, but I was so horny that my cock became erect and it would not go down. The patient could tell how aroused I was as my face was all red and I could barely manage to speak. Fortunately, she was mature enough to realize that I wasn't deliberately trying to hit on her.
I also treated a very pretty girl who was only 18. Her boyfriend sat in the waiting room while I massaged her. As usual, I instructed her to undress and cover herself with the sheet. I guess I should have been more specific, because she took off EVERYTHING, even her socks! This was more than I could handle and I ended up getting a hard-on. I think she must have said something to her boyfriend afterward because the next time they were there he looked a bit angry. I made sure to tell her then to just remove the clothing necessary for me to get to the painful area.
I remember massaging a woman who was in her mid-thirties. She indicated that her low back hurt and that the pain radiated down her leg. She wore her bra and panties. I pulled the sheet and the top of her panties down enough so that I could get to that area. Well, after she was gone, I found out that she had made a complaint about me to my supervisor. My supervisor wasn't very specific as to what the woman said, but she (the supervisor) said that she would reassign that patient to another therapist. There was an implied warning that I had better be careful.
After that last incident, I was much more reluctant to massage female patients as I didn't want to lose my physical therapy license. There was another therapist in my community who had gotten into serious trouble for molesting a female patient during a massage. He DID lose his license. An instructor in therapy school once told us that a therapist can lose his license "at the snap of a finger".
I treated a 27-year-old woman who was a paraplegic. This had nothing to do with giving a massage. She was paralyzed from the waist down. This wasn't the first time that she had been to our department for therapy as she had originally been injured when she was 18. I would be on the exercise mat with her, stretching her hamstrings and ankles and otherwise assisting her. I remember one time when she wore a loose blouse with no bra underneath. When she bent forward, her breasts were clearly visible. They looked so nice! I tried to be professional, but I couldn't help looking. Of course, she knew that I could see her. I tried to apologize, saying something to the effect that the way she was dressed (or undressed) was "a distraction". Fortunately, none of this seriously got in the way of my working with her.
I hope you don't think that I'm perverted. The truth is, I was so horny and frustrated that I was going crazy.
Anyway, I need to move on with my story. I also need to tell you more about my coworker, Susan. She was Italian, 5 ft 6 inches tall, with shoulder length black hair and piercing green eyes. I had no thoughts about dating her because I knew that she was married. There were a couple of times, though, when she said things to me that, in retrospect, suggested that she was interested in me.
For example, there was a male therapist in our department who was also a weight lifter. His name was Tom. He would work out at the gym every day. He had even won a number of weight-lifting competitions. Arnold Schwarzenegger was his role model. Susan told me that she thought that Tom looked "gross" from being "too muscle bound". She wondered what his body would look like if he ever stopped lifting weights or stopped taking supplements.
At the same time that she told me this, she also hinted that she liked the way I looked.
She would say things to me like "You must have strong legs from jogging" and "I bet you get a good workout when you go swimming at the Y." She could tell that I was in good shape even if I didn't have big muscles.
She would also ask me personal questions, like who was I dating. The sad truth was that I wasn't dating anyone. I guess I just didn't have much confidence when it came to women.
I got to meet Susan's husband, Frank, at a house party. He was a nice-looking guy, Italian like her. (My ancestry is more eastern European, from Russia and Poland). He was friendly and we found that we had some things in common. For one thing, we both liked watching football.
I was kind of good at financial things even though that had nothing to do with my job. Sue told Frank about that and he asked me a few questions about his investing.
One day, she told me that she and Frank were going to the Holiday Inn to listen to the music and to have a couple of drinks. She asked me if I would like to join them. I said "Sure".
She looked a lot different than she did at work. She was wearing a black dress and high heels. Her hair looked nice too and she was wearing lipstick. The three of us danced the fast dances together but Susan mostly saved the slow dances for just her and Frank.
She did dance one slow dance with me though. I felt awkward and unsure where to put my hands. She had me place them on her hips while she put her arms around my neck. She smelled so nice. I remember her kissing me at the end of the evening before I left to go home.
A couple of weeks later, they invited me over to their place to watch a football game. It was a Sunday afternoon game. We shared a few beers.
This time, Sue was dressed casually. She wore a sweatshirt with the team's logo on it and shorts. She didn't bother to wear shoes or socks. She looked so nice, especially her legs.
We all got rather loud rooting for our team. Unfortunately, there were a couple of fumbles and they gave up the ball. Also, one of the players got hurt. The problem was that he was trying to tackle someone that he shouldn't have.
I often get into a tirade that the coaching staff didn't do enough to protect their players. They send them in even when they've already been hurt or they let them take unnecessary risks. Of course, anyone who is a football fan knows it is a very dangerous sport.
Unfortunately, the other team had a big lead by half time.
That's when Sue suddenly asked me, "Mark, would you please massage my back?"
I didn't expect that at all! She had taken me by surprise!
Sensing my hesitation, she said, "After all, you ARE a therapist, aren't you? You've given lots of massages at work."
I replied, "Yes. That's true. But never to a coworker."
She laughed when I said that.
"This is different. Besides, my shoulders and back really are tight. I could go for a nice massage."
"Okay."
She said, "We don't have a massage table. Would you be okay doing this with me lying on the carpet?"
"That would be fine. No problem."
She cleared a space by moving the coffee table out of the way. Then she put a blanket and pillow down and laid on her stomach.
I awkwardly started by massaging her back through her sweatshirt. I discovered then that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She was just being comfortable in her own home.
This was not the way that I usually massaged my female patients though. Usually, I would request that they remove their clothing and cover themselves with a sheet. But there wasn't any sheet to cover her with.
