{This one is from way back, just something that popped back into my old head. Thinking about it, this was the start of my learning about different relationships. Just take a moment to think about all of the people we all see each and every day.
Every single one of them have some very naughty stories to tell.}
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That session with Cindy was a kick, of course by then I had worked on several dozen housewives. Housewife types are typically a bit chubby and all concerned about that, of course. My client base consisted of ages from middle 20's to well into the 50's, just one lady was even older.
The income stream from my work was barely enough to keep me in food and the bills paid, still I was doing better than the few other guys I knew that worked free lance doing massages. I had roughly 8-10 clients each week, by the time I worked on Cindy that first time my record was three in one day.
Anyone who really works in the massage therapist field will tell you, three clients, when you add in everything like, booking, dealing with a few no shows, the visit before and after, laundry, making up the table, answering the phone etc makes it close to an 8 hour day if you stop to grab a bite to eat.
There is no such things as 9 to 5, either. There as everything from 8 in the morning to a few that were after midnight. I did enjoy all of them though, and at that stage of my life, Cindy was by far the best looking lady I worked on. Plus it became clear that she was interested in the more intimate type of touch that normally I reserved for after several sessions.
There has to be trust, of course. Even back then, when the laws would best be described as foggy, it paid to be careful. Small town and all of that, stories get told. But being a small town, word also got around, women tend to talk far more than most of you guys might think.
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It was a bit of a surprise when my phone rang about 4 on a Saturday, maybe two weeks after I worked on Cindy that first time. I answered, it was her husband, Jim.
"Hey, Dan." He opened with.
"Hi, Jim. What's up?"
"Oh, I was just wondering, Cindy and I were talking. We were wondering if maybe you had time to work on her again? She isn't hurt or anything, it's just that.. you know.. that was kind of fun."
"Sure, happy to. When would you like?"
"Maybe later today, or this evening?"
"I can do it at tonight if that works." I told him. I had glanced at the clock, I knew I would need to hustle, my sheets needed washed and I needed to get the room ready like always.
The side work is a pain in the ass in the massage profession, I was always behind.
"Great! And I was thinking, you know, can it be like we talked about?" He asked.
"Talked about?"
"Yeah, like maybe I could be there? I could watch and.. uhh.. learn, she told me you are really good. I am just curious about Cindy's reactions."
"Well.. I guess so, I don't see any reason why not." I told him.
"OK, good. I won't get in the way or anything."
"Sure, see you at eight tonight." I told him.
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The knock came at almost exactly 8 PM, by then I had my table set up and ready to go. Normally I worked in my spare room but it was tiny, more like a big closet than a room, so after thinking about it, I moved the table out into the living room. There I had a couch, an easy chair, and lots more room to move around the table.
I let Jim and Cindy in, he shook my hand, then asked where I would like him to sit. I told him anywhere he felt comfortable. I was already thinking that this session was going to be way more conservative, for one thing, I was not really sure just how much Jim knew, since the last session with Cindy had gotten pretty erotic. Towards the end I had her completely naked, and she had her legs wide open, exposing her bare pussy, her overly soft breasts, by that point any hint of being shy was long gone.
Doing that to her in front of Jim was something I was thinking perhaps I best not do. After all, she being his wife and all.
