This is my first attempt at erotic literature, I hope you enjoy it.
There is same sex contact, hope that's OK.
Please leave constructive comments.
If the desire is there among readers, I will publish part two.
Thank you.
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Let's be honest. What we want in life and what we get are rarely one and the same thing. If you're lucky enough, then the highs will outweigh the lows, but either way highs and lows come your way whether you like it or not. Most of the time these life events are dealt with, it's not like we have much choice, but be under no illusion, the effects are cumulative.
Your sex life is a classic example. In a new relationship, you have fewer cares and stresses and you can afford to devote all your time to your partner. The sex may be athletic or full of passion or both and more, but over time life events take their toll.
For my wife and me, it was a mix of all the usual suspects. Job progression stress, mortgage, running our own business, financial crash, money worries, children, health issues, bereavement, a global pandemic (for goodness sake!) All the normal sort of life issues that normal people have to deal with, but for us all this took our sex life from a nightly extravaganza to a once a fortnight quickie to satisfy a need.
We tried using sex toys and fantasies to freshen things up and they worked for a while, but truly and honestly, fantasizing about involving other people in our sex life seemed to debase our love for each other. My wife would say, can it be just us tonight? It was always just us, but I knew what she meant. We weren't getting any younger and the stresses of life didn't seem to be letting up, so things were looking pretty bleak.
I used to love my work. I was an independent I.T. consultant specializing in spreadsheet design, but recently work had resembled a Groundhog Day. Clients wanted something for nothing, deadlines were ridiculously short and accounts were never settled on time.
Stress.
I tried changing direction and took on a salaried job. Sure, that reduced the stress for a while. Guaranteed income, so much better than working for yourself, although a lot less money. Then I hurt my back. Stupid thing, I just bent down and twisted slightly to pick up a book off my son's bed and... three weeks lying on the floor, agony, meds, feeling useless.
Stress.
When I recovered my wife suggested that I go and see a clinical aromatherapist, I had to look that one up to see what on earth one was! She had, of course, been told of a new practice nearby. A husband-and-wife team, both qualified and it would do me good. Well, I've never been one for massages. I just don't have that ability to let go of the fact that I'm naked while someone rubs oil into me. Heck! If I wanted someone to rub oil into my naked body then I'm going straight to my wife with a 5-gallon drum and a big smile! She insisted though, made the appointment for me too... so kind.
My first consultation was full of questions and note taking and all sorts. I know that they have to do these things professionally and using essential oils in massage poses potential risks, but reflexology? Let's just say I'm not a convert. I was pretty thankful when the consultation ended and we could finally get down to the massage. It was a Friday evening, I was exhausted and wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. The getting undressed thing still caused me problems, but pretty soon I was positioned under blankets on a very comfy treatment couch. There was ambient lighting and soft unobtrusive music. My therapist was very pleasant and when he started to massage me, I have to say that it was relaxing. I was lying on my front and the blend of oils he was using was filling the therapy room with the scent of Lavender, but it was very relaxing.
It was so relaxing that I don't remember turning over on to my back. I think I may have been already or very nearly asleep and I was having a very, very nice dream. I was in a small room with a woman who had a look of intense lust in her eyes. She was advancing on me, telling me that she was going to have me tonight. We were wearing suits, I only ever wore a suit in my corporate days, was that important? Not sure. She advanced on me and my back hit the wall, no, not a wall, it was a panel of buttons, we were in an elevator, yes and we were going up. Oh god, that meant bedrooms! She said that she was going to fuck me tonight and, in my mind, I'm saying no, sorry, I'm married! Pinned against the elevator wall, she takes my hands and puts them on her breasts. When she removes her hands, I keep mine in place and start squeezing her. Then I feel her hand on my crotch.
"Glad to see you want me too," she whispers seductively as she fondles my erection through my trousers.
Suddenly the scene changes. We are in a hotel room and my brain is saying no, no, no, I'm married! She pushes me down onto the bed and slowly starts to undress. She pulls her jacket off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. I stare. She slowly unbuttons her blouse and lets it join her jacket. One swift movement and her skirt is discarded. I am speechless, even in a dream, can this be happening? My belt is undone and my trousers and shorts are soon on the floor with her clothes.
Looking down at my erection she says, "Would you like me to help you with that?" Her voice drifts faintly across the void between us.
Unable to speak from the tension, I manage to force out, "mmmmm."
Her fingers slowly wrap around my shaft. My heart is thumping in my chest. Slowly she starts to stroke my cock, her fingers seem to glide up and down and she teases the head and then stops to cup and squeeze my balls. Her rhythm starts to increase and using both hands now, she plays with my balls while stroking my cock faster and faster. It's getting too much, I don't want to cum too soon, but it feels so good. I feel the tension growing in my balls and I know that the inevitable release is coming. She moves both hands onto my shaft sensing the coming climax, and then... I open my eyes.
There is ambient lighting and soft unobtrusive music, oh my god! My therapist is pumping my cock, I open my mouth to say something, but my orgasm is upon me. I feel my semen land on my stomach and my body is wracked. He slowly continues to stroke my cock until the orgasm has subsided. He then pulls the towel back down and moves away to the small wash basin where he washes and dries his hands.
"Take your time to get yourself sorted and dressed. I'll be in the reception when you are ready." He spoke calmly and quietly and left the room.
I'm in complete shock. Am I angry too? I don't know. I clean up and get dressed. Out in the reception room the therapist is waiting for me. He looks up and smiles, I find it difficult to make eye contact. I just want to leave.
"I've only charged you for a back massage rather than the full body, hope you enjoyed it?" He asked, smiling.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to speak, "Erm yes, thanks." I croaked.
Still smiling politely, he asked, "Would you like to book your next session?"
"I... er... I... um, yes please." I stammered, why did I say that?!
My head was spinning. I paid and headed out to the car. The cool night air was refreshing, there was a trickle of sweat running down my spine. Safely in the car I tried to relax. A few deep breaths, window down, pause. Did that just happen? Of course it bloody happened!! What will I tell my wife, oh god she's going to be so hurt, angry and probably a dozen other emotions. I set off home and shortly pulled into the drive. I have no recollection of the journey, I just arrived. I have to tell her, I can't keep this a secret, but I'll have to wait until the evening when we've had a few drinks and bring it up all sort of casual, ha!! I'm dead. I walked into the house and my wife took one look at me and a look of concern spread rapidly over her face.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was an octave or two too high.
"Nothing, why?" Did I really think I could keep a lid on this?
"Something's wrong, what is it, didn't you like the massage?"
"No, I mean yes, it was fine, really."
"What's wrong then?"
"I kind of fell asleep in the massage."
"So? You're not the first to do that. What's the big deal?"
"Well, I think I was having a dream and I got an erection."
"You think?"
"OK, I had a dream and I got an erection." This wasn't going well at all.
