The next Friday night David brought home a video and they had another hot session. Afterwards he began to ask her questions about her clients.
"Do any of them ever come on to you?"
Debra laughed, "Honey most of my patients are old and out of shape. This isn't a massage parlor, I work them hard and they probably would rather shoot me then fuck me."
"I just thought with such a sexy lady someone would get excited. I know I would."
"Well, to be honest, a couple of the boys I see, with sports injuries, well it is kinda cute and flattering. I've noticed a few hardons."
David laughed and said, for the millionth time, if Rocco or someone like him ever walked in she had his permission to go for it. As long as she let him know. Debra picked up the remote and restarted the movie. She looked as Rocco was fucking a girl doggy style and pulling her head back by the hair. They kissed and he then spit into her mouth and let her hair go. He slapped her ass as he fucked into her cunt relentlessly. Debra noticed her husband's hardening cock and pulled herself onto it without taking her eyes off the screen.
"Don't worry, if he walks in I am his slut." With that her body convulsed into a shattering orgasm.
The next week at the gym David told Frank about what she had said. He told him the best time to drop by the office on Thursday was around eleven in the morning. Their workouts were extra heavy and David noticed a definite bulge in Franks crotch.
On Thursday Frank walked into the office and asked the receptionist if he could make an appointment with Debra. He said he got her name from a friend and had recently re-injured his groin playing basketball. He didn't have insurance and didn't want to pay a Doctor a few hundred bucks to refer him to a physical therapist. He knew he needed a deep muscle therapy in his upper thigh. The girl excused herself and a few minutes later Debra came out and shook his hand and introduced herself. Frank was taken back by her beauty up close.
Debra spoke, "I have an opening through lunch, Mr. Pearson. So if you'd like we can start with a session after you fill out your history. My fee is eighty five dollars for a forty-five minute therapy."
He smiled and leaned forward whispering so only she could hear, "I would love to but I need to tell you something first. I didn't plan on a session today and I am not wearing underwear."
He spoke without embarrassment and Debra felt he was certainly a confident man. She quickly glanced at his Levi's and found it sexy to think some men go without underwear. Keeping her voice down she smiled and whispered, "It's okay Mr. Pearson. You can wrap a towel around you waist," Debra laughed and added, "just don't try any funny business."
"Call me Frank. I'll be good, but someone as pretty as you, certainly will test my manners."
He could swear he saw a pink flush to her face. He sat down and quickly filled out the history and personal information. The receptionist brought him to a room in the back with a massage table in the center and a hook on the wall to hang clothes.
He figured Debra would want to go over the history first, then leave and let him change. He figured it would put her on edge a bit if he was already stripped down. He quickly removed all his clothes and willed himself from getting hard. He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the table with his feet slightly apart.
Debra walked in, and like he suspected, she took a quick double take when she noticed he had removed his clothes.
"I see from the chart you have re-injured your upper thigh. There was no reason to remove your shirt, Mr. Pearson." She could see he was in excellent shape and his medical history was non-remarkable except for this recurrent groin injury.
"Well, if you are anything like my other therapists these treatments get pretty intense and I didn't want to perspire into my shirt. I have a meeting after lunch. If you are uncomfortable I can come back."
The tone of his voice wasn't apologetic, nor was it angry. Again she thought this man was definitely an Alpha type personality. Rocco's face flashed in front of her eyes and she told herself to settle down. She asked about his injury and how it had been treated before. His answers all made sense to her and the treatment he outlined was what she, or any Doctor she knew would recommend for him. A deep muscle therapy followed by ice for fifteen minutes.
She told him to lie on his stomach and she began the therapy. Frank let his legs spread apart as her hands began to knead his thigh. He heard a slight gasp and her fingers stopped for but a second. Frank knew she must have caught a glimpse of his balls.
Debra continued her work but she could not stop looking at his balls. She could see them slightly exposed under the towel and could not believe their size. She wondered if the rest of the package was proportional. With a groin treatment it is necessary to massage deep and hard along the upper inside thigh. As she worked she knew her hands were getting close to his balls and at one point she was sure her knuckles brushed against them. Mr. Pearon made no movement or acknowledgment of it.
"Are we doing all right Mr. Pearson," she asked, wondering if he noticed the crack in her voice.
"I am fine, please call me Frank. It hurts but it is the good type of pain. It might sound weird but like I said it is fine."
"I understand what you mean, uh, Frank." Debra thought of a slap on the ass or when she pinched her nipples. Yes she understood what a 'good type of pain' was. "Could you turn over so I can get better access."
Frank rolled over and Debra stood frozen. Under the towel was the outline of the biggest cock she had ever seen. It nearly reached his belly button and looked like he had a salami taped to his stomach. Frank opened his eyes and smiled as he saw her looking at his cock.
"I am sorry, he has a mind of his own, Debbie. Whenever he gets around a beautiful woman this happens."
No one ever calls her Debbie she thought. But she didn't correct him, as if she liked him using the name she hated. It was as though he knew and did it to show her who was boss.
"I understand, usually I see this with teenage boys, well not that size but, never mind. Just please understand I am a professional and I expect to be treated like one. Please control yourself."
"You are right, Debbie. I again apologize. Next time I will wear my jock strap which will keep him under control. Maybe we should call it a day. If you would get me the ice I will put it on for a few minutes."
She nodded her head and went to get a pack. When she returned he had put his shirt on and took the ice pack.
"I hope you will not hold this against me. I would like to come back for treatment. It usually takes five to six sessions to take care of this." He smiled and stared right into her eyes, "If my, how do you say it, my endowment causes you embarrassment, perhaps you could refer me to a male therapist. I certainly don't have this problem around men."
Debra smiled and said she was fine. She said usually five appointments a week apart were adequate. She suggested he schedule them all with her receptionist. She left the room and went to her office where she sat down. She could feel her heart racing and knew her cunt was soaking wet. Luckily Mr. Pearson had no bad intentions because she may have fallen under his spell if he had tried anything. She smiled and thought to herself; David and her had let these fantasies get too far out of hand. There was no way that man had anything more than a healthy human response.
That night David didn't try to coax any information out of Debra. She seemed her normal self and David figured he would wait and talk to Frank at the gym. The next morning he anxiously waited for the arrival of his cohort. As soon as he walked into the stretching area David asked.
"Well, Frank. Tell me what happened. She didn't say anything to me and seemed herself."
Frank explained what happened and said he thought she was receptive but he didn't want to rush things. He told David his wife's eyes certainly got big when she saw the outline of his prick. They decided to have David try and bring up his fantasy this weekend and see how she responds.
On Saturday morning David walked into the bedroom while his wife was finishing dressing.
"Debra, would you mind giving me a back rub. I think I tweaked it at work yesterday." He laid on the bed.
"Get up and take off your shirt and pants. I can do a better job and besides it is sexier," she smiled and watched as her husband undressed. He was in good shape but she felt guilty she was thinking of Frank.
As she began her massage David told her how good it felt. He said he couldn't understand how men didn't get turned on by her. She told him he was her husband and of course he would get turned on. She also said the therapeutic massages were much more intense and painful. She then said it does occasionally happen. David pushed up with his arms and turned to look at his wife.
"Tell me, did you give another teenager a hard on?"
"No. It wasn't a teenager," she paused and in a quiet voice continued, "it was a new client. He's about our age, maybe a little older. Any ways it was nothing."
"What do you mean nothing. Did he try anything?"
"No, he was a perfect gentleman. Just a natural response to the treatment. I was massaging his thigh and well he got a little hard under the towel."
"You could see his cock under his underwear and a towel? Was he big, tell me."
"Yes, biggest I have ever seen. Bigger than Rocco." She smiled when she saw her husbands tent under his boxers. "He was as embarrassed as I was that I saw it. Usually with underwear and a towel things don't show, it was just he seemed so big."
David knew she was keeping the fact Frank had no underwear from him. He could see her pencil sized nipples harden under her T-shirt and actually could smell her.
"Tell me what happened."
Debra walked over to the bed and stood next to it. "I did tell you, everything. But I will tell you what I thought about after he left."
"Okay."
