This story has the idea of cuckold in it, so if that outrages you, go ahead and be outraged.
Just trying for a different point of view here, having fun writing.
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The door opened suddenly and this guy stood there. One glance and the man came right to a stop.
Big guy, crew cut, square jaw, he looked like he had stepped right out of a Shell Scott novel.
From the expression on his face, the sight greeting him did not please him. That is what I thought, anyway.
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At that very moment I was on my back on the massage table, Kelly had one hand wrapped around my less than spectacular erection, the other resting on my pubic hair cradling my balls.
It probably didn't help the scenario any that both of her tits were out, nice and shiny with the oil I had been rubbing on them.
At least he didn't catch me with my hand up her skirt, where it had been just seconds before.
Kelly froze. Jack froze. I froze too.
Several long very pregnant seconds passed. Hell, I am no coward, not really but when a man is stark naked and suddenly confronted like that?
I might have jumped up, maybe tried to get the big massage table between me and this guy, but Kelly still had her hand wrapped around my dick.
"Jack? Oh, God. JACK!!" Kelly finally cried out as she let go of me but it was to the closing door.
Fucked up my climax, that did.
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I am sure that part of the problem is that it was a Wednesday, normally I was there on Tuesday. Things had gone all to hell at work that day, I got tied up, so I called Kelly on her cell phone to cancel.
"I have an opening tomorrow at 4, Barry? Will that work?" She asked. It did.
Yes, part of the problem.
I had earlier noticed the desk in the corner of her spare room, papers everywhere, and Kelly mentioned in passing once that her husband shared the room, selling online. I had no idea at all what the guy sold, but there were those priority mailing boxes stacked up against one wall, and lots of them.
I also had seen her old man Jack several times, but always just coming and going. His wife Kelly worked out of that same spare room, doing massages, so he made himself scarce when she had a client.
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Like many guys, I like getting my stuff rubbed and most gals doing massages in today's world just won't. Ethics, laws, blue nosed politicians to my way of thinking but that is the way it is.
Hell, a lot of them won't even rub my chest or my belly, afraid of getting the client turned on I guess? That is stupid, what's the point of getting rubbed by some good looking female if we DON'T get turned on?
My way of thinking, of course. But then, from the government point of view, I suppose I am a pervert. Just think, trying to get the dick and balls rubbed for...MONEY? How TERRIBLE!
(Buy them a nice coat instead, then it's fine..)
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Anyway.
Being a single guy and thus always looking, I have a neat trick, and it works very well. After a session, if I like the massuese, I leave a $20 bill on the table. Ask for nothing at all. In short order, they feel a need to pay you back. Next thing I notice is the sessions get a bit longer, the behind gets rubbed in more depth?
Usually.
One thing I happen to know about women is they like sex too, and they are just as curious as men are.
If you ever want to find out about females, go to a male strip show. find someplace to hide and watch. Women are just as naughty as men are, often more so.
So, after about the 3rd session, I noticed Kelly was wearing a pullover top instead of her nurse's smock. She also bumped my balls a couple of times. I let out a happy groan and that was it.
It ended up costing me $100, hell, I would have paid her the $100 right off the bat but that probably would not have worked.
It's a trick, I know, basically I just let them seduce themselves. Laugh all you like, that outside facade of being completely sexless is a well trained act.
Good girls just don't Mommy teaches them that from the time they are little. But the truth is, they want to.
So, get her someplace where she feels safe and is sure no one will ever find out and watch what happens.
Of course my rather obvious full blown erection I got every time had her thinking. No way to miss that at all. I knew she would sometimes be thinking about that when she was fixing her husband's dinner, or washing his dirty socks, his crap stained underwear. Plus the nice tip each time?
Women daydream, they are romantic creatures. Understanding them is the key. Get them nice and comfortable, safe, and thinking they owe you something?
Now just how does a woman pay a nice man back, when he is lying there on her table with an obvious boner?
So, there came a point where Kelly was letting her hands wander more and more, then instinct set in and her hand slid down and nudged my erection.
She froze for a moment.
That exact instant I was waiting for.
"You are so wonderful!" I told her, and that was it. Off to the races, her hands all over everything. She actually climaxed, honest to God, from me ejaculating in her hand.
The next week she had on a tank top, no bra, she wanted her titties rubbed of course.
I did too, of course. If a woman has her hand on your cock, usually this means her titties are available to play with in return.
Kelly drew the line at letting my fingers into her panties but she did let me rub her outside of them. That part was easy to figure out, her normal slacks she wore under a smock became a soft skirt and top.
This went on for perhaps 3-4 weeks, every Tuesday afternoon, until that day.
Kelly always hung an "in session" sign, that afternoon she forgot it, maybe because I was hugging her the moment I arrived.
We were getting more and more friendly, I was thinking we were not too far from me getting her right up on the table with me.
Not nice, what with her being married and all, but what the hell? Nice guys get to go home alone most of the time, and Kelly really was a foxy little thing.
So, it was just a series of events, those lined up to Jack coming home not expecting Kelly to be "working" and he opened the door to what was also his office.
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The change in Kelly was complete and almost instant, she wanted me out of there so she could go find her husband and do whatever it is that wives do when they are caught cold.
Me? I wanted to beat feet myself, dealing with pissed off husbands is not something I relish. But hell, I never make anybody do anything, I just allow things to happen, not my fault if they do.
I made it to my car without seeing anyone at all and headed on home. My next appointment was the following Tuesday at 4 PM, I was thinking that was probably out the window, considering.
Crew cut guy Jack did not appear to be pleased at the scene he had opened the door to. Like I said, I am no coward but I also could see no real point in getting any hide scraped off.
Which meant I had to find myself another massage lady, not an easy thing to do. Then go through the whole routine again, with the odds of success even if I did find one I liked at probably 50-50.
Damn pain in the ass, let me tell you.
I spent the weekend scanning the yellow pages, looking at all of the little free advertisers I gathered up at the local convenience stores.
Things were not looking good. The only other one I knew that would even do a happy ending without driving all the way to the big city was an old lady over on the other side of town and she grabbed it, jerked it and wanted you out the door.
Of course, none of YOU guys would EVER go to someone like that, of course you wouldn't.
Uh huh.
