After the car accident and hospitalisation, everything changed in my marriage. My wife became dependent on me and eager to please in any way. Gone was the reluctance to have sex. In came a desperation to keep the man she loved, as if I was about to walk out the door at the drop of a hat. That wasn't true of course, but I revelled somewhat in how the tables had turned so emphatically.
I realised that many of the fantasies I had had about Megan could become potential realities. I had often fantasized about her with other men, with bikies especially, in orgies where she was slut-fucking. Just the opposite to reality of course. Before the accident, I had had a series of fantasies about Megan with older men, much older men, like grand-dads ,she bringing their old cocks to life, their cum spilling over her firm boobs.
Some months passed with no real change in her condition. Even though she was mad as anything to please me, I still took things a small step at a time, always worried about pushing my luck. In bed, I got my way with swallowing and anal, after years and years of trying in vain. But I wanted more than this. I decided that I needed to make a plan.
I came home from work as usual one day and sat down, looking sad. Naturally Megan wanted to know what was wrong. 'Reluctantly', I told her that we were struggling financially and that I would have to find a second job. There was no choice as she was not competent to hold down a normal job, according to the doctors.
Later that evening Megan came to me as usual to see if I needed my usual dose of sexual relief, but I pretended I was just too pre-occupied. I bunged on the sadness, telling her I would do anything to keep us afloat and not lose the house. She became very agitated at the thought of this and I calmed her. She fretted that she felt useless. Was there nothing she could do to help?
We went over what the doctors had said again. She couldn't do any office work or retail,and the list went on. She cried a lot and I hugged her.
"I'm not good for anything" she said. "about the only thing I could do is be a hooker"
"Well, you're certainly beautiful enough" I joked. Megan became silent again.
"Say, weren't you a massage therapist once?" I said eventually.
"No. Not really. I taught myself. I haven't done it in years. There's no way I could make money from that" she said
I felt like taking a gamble, so I said. "But you can still use those old skills. I mean, if you combine that with how pretty you are. There are jobs that are really quite easy and pay well"
"What kind of jobs?" she asked
"Well I'll tell you what. It's just an idea you understand." I decided to make up one of my classic on the spot stories. "One of the women at work – Tracey, have I mentioned her before?"
"I don't think so" Megan replied
"Well Tracey left the company about a year ago. No-one really knew why. But I bumped into her a month ago. Seems she had been working in a special massage clinic, for, er, gentlemen" I said.
"Is she a massage therapist?" inquired Megan
"Yes and no. She gives a kind of light massage to men. It's kind of a full-body massage. There's no sex, just hand-relief at the end. She says its great work and well paid" I paused, and waited to see her reaction.
"Do you think I could do that?" Megans face tightened and I wondered whether she might become angry. But that was the old Megan. The new Megan was all too keen to do anything for me.
"I think you could. I think you'd be great at it actually. If you didn't mind, that is" I said.
"We need the money don't we?" she asked
"Yeah. We do." I looked down, pretending to be pensive. There was another long pause.
"Well I could practice on you" she said brightly.
And that's how our night ended, a massage followed by the feeling of her slim fingers pulling me until I shot over my belly.
I couldn't wait to make plans. I simply had to make this come true. I couldn't stop thinking of Megan's slim, naked body jerking off fat old bastards. I had erections for days thinking of ways to bring my fantasies to fruition.
A week later I had made up a scheme. I rented out a studio flat above an empty shop about 20 minutes away from home and spent my free time over the next couple of weeks or so painting it out and setting it up as a kind of clinic. The area was semi-industrial, so I didn't anticipate trouble from residents. It had a discreet side entrance, rear parking and it seemed to be in a safe neighbourhood. I had told Megan that I would handle everything so that nothing would go wrong. I would also be there in the evenings in a little side room adjacent the main studio. I would be there for the thrill of it. By leaving the door ajar a crack, I could comfortably watch everything. I also positioned a long mirror on the other side of my view to give me a different angle.
Next I placed advertisements in all the right places "Full Body Massage – By appointment only" and then my mobile number. I took the calls and vetted the clients, acting like a manager. I wanted to control what was going on as much as possible.
Megan was nervous but I role-played being different kinds of clients a few times to get her used to the process. Once we had run though the stages (greeting, explaining, 'doing' and departing) she seemed more comfortable. She had a nice light touch in massage and I got her to do some little extra things which would aid arousal, though that's not how I put it to her, of course.
Her first client was a man in his seventies who was very charming and polite. I listened to the conversation, then watched as he clumsily undressed and lay face down on the massage bed. Megan slipped out off her light-weight dressing gown and applied an oil, then began methodically working her way around his back. I was excited to see her gorgeous nude body next to this old man. Halfway through, of course, the client got to roll over for the front side massage. I saw Megan look at his cock, still tucked up near a fairly tight set of balls. As Megan worked her way over his chest, I could see him snatching glimpses of her boobs, and when she went to get more oil, he had a very good look at her arse. His cock began to harden almost immediately and by the time she was working on his legs, he was rigid. 'Definately viagra' I thought to myself.
The time was quickly approaching for the coup de gras. I had worked with Megan to establish the best angle for jerking off a guy, from his point of view. 'Side-on' wasn't bad (as I knew that some guys couldn't resist trying to touch her up). Climbing on top of the client's legs was also a good idea, as this afforded the man a good look at a pert set of boobs hovering over his cock. Even more adventurous (naturally this not how I put it to Megan) would be to go on all fours facing away from the client, thus giving a nice little view of arse, pussy and boobs. Finally, there was the classic, client-standing position, while being jerked off by Megan on her knees. I had 'practised' all of these with Megan and found them all appealing for lots of reasons. Only the last posture presented a small 'technical' difficulty, that being, where would the cum go? In practice sessions, I came on her boobs, but what would happen in the real situation?
So the time had come. Megan went for the bottle of oil again and poured a liberal dose on the old man's dick. Then to my surprise, she asked him which position he would like her to assume for the last part of the massage, explaining the options to him.
