Coal Tar Treatment

I've been married for 38 years. My wife & I grew up in roughly two blocks of the same suburb, we shopped at the same bodega, ate lunch in the same park, & in all those years we never met each other. When I was 21 & in my second year of working at the family business I went to an advertising convention in a different city & that's where I met her. She was acting as the personal secretary for the head of sales for another company. She was 19, wearing a sensible white blouse & a green wool skirt. Her smile, with deep dimples, made me nervous to talk to her but somehow, I worked up the courage to ask her to dinner.

I knew immediately she was the woman for me. I even phoned Mom to tell her. Six months later we married in a small ceremony in that same local park where we kept missing each other. Fast forward & we have a lovely home, three wonderful grown children (two sons & a daughter) & five grandchildren. I wouldn't change my life for the world. I'm blessed & I know it. My wife is still my best friend. We've gone through rough patches (like everyone) but we still get on, we still make each other laugh & I still think she's as beautiful as the day we met.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that my life is lovely, I'm a very happy man. I wasn't looking for anything exciting to happen to me at this stage in my life. I wasn't yearning for anything, wasn't bored or restless. I was perfectly content. My wife is my favourite person, she still has beautiful dimples, we chat easily, we make love & we sleep happily beside each other every night. Our friends call us the 'clockwork couple' because we've been so dependable over the years.

A couple of years ago my daughter very generously gave me a voucher to a 'day spa' for Father's Day. I'd almost forgotten about it until a month later when Rosemary found it. At first I told her to use it but she insisted I should take advantage of it. She said it could be good for my dry skin & work stress. After a bit of encouragement & after she made the appointment in my name, I gave it a chance.

I'm not sure what I expected, perhaps a bunch of women with towels on their heads, getting their nails done. The reception area was white, with deep leather sofas, very swanky. The receptionist, or consultant I think they call them, ran through a menu of treatment options. She asked what type of service I was interested in, what my usual skincare regimen was. I was honest, except for a grocery store facial scrub & a perfume-free face cream my wife gets me to use, not much. I told her about my arthritis & the dry patches on my shoulders.

She suggested a lanolin massage for my hands & a 'coal tar treatment' for the psoriasis, then she handed me over to Elena, a Belgian girl who'd be my 'therapist'. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Elena had worked as an au pair for my eldest son's kids; helped my daughter-in-law with their twin girls. At first she didn't recognise me, which didn't offend me, we only met a few times. But after I mentioned the girls she connected the dots & exclaimed "of course, Mr Doyle!" & had been very polite, asking how the girls were doing at school, asking after my wife & the business.

It put me at ease, especially when we got to one of the 'therapy rooms' & I had to remove my shirt & singlet & lie down on a towel-covered bed. I felt nervous, even at 60 years old! I reminded myself that I'd worn less around the swimming pool, the kids even laughing at my trunks & telling me I should get new, baggier ones. But it feels very different being undressed at the pool compared to being alone in a well-lit room with a fresh young woman.

But Elena was wonderful, very personable. She started with the 'coal tar treatment', which I was relieved wasn't smelly or cold & included a fantastic massage of my back & shoulders. Then she had me sit up & worked on my hands, massaging & moisturising them. She even filed the nails a little. I have to say, it felt very nice to be pampered by a beautiful lady. Elena was 20, just a year older than my wife had been when we met but the comparison ended there. She had long dark hair, multiple earrings all the way up her left earlobe & was covered in tattoos (as so many young people are these days).

As I spoke about Rosemary's work raising money for teen homelessness, she started to undo the button of my jeans. I would have helped her but for the thick layer of moisturiser that had coated my hands. When she started to pull the zipper open it crossed my mind it might not be part of the skin treatment, but I couldn't even imagine there was another reason a girl (who was younger than my youngest child) would want to handle an old man's penis. Before my wife, I'd been a virgin & I'd been a faithful husband.

She whispered "thought so." I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't actually realise what was happening until she lowered her mouth & started to suck. Even then I was confused, I croaked "there must be a mistake" thinking it was a misunderstanding, or meant for a different client. I knew there were 'massage parlours' where this thing happened but I never expected it from this place. There were rows of boutique lotions & balms lined up for sale on glass displays, fancy fashion & lifestyle magazines & pamphlets for cosmetic procedures.

But there was no mistake, Elena paused at the head of my stiffening cock & looked up at me. She said wryly, "if you want me to stop, just say so Mr Doyle & I will."

I swear, I was going to, but I was so stunned for a moment. She resumed giving me head. She was very VERY good at it. My wife has blown me before, she's not a prude, we have a satisfying sex life (especially compared to some of our friends). This had nothing to do with my wife. But having a young woman, with her lips around my dick, moaning, sucking, gagging, licking... I can't even describe the pleasure that flooded through my body.

She was energetic, she was far messier, wetter than my wife was when she gave me oral sex. Elena looked as though she was enjoying it, she even held my balls & tugged them a little. A sensation I was surprised to find I very much appreciated & made my cock twitch. She would twist the shaft in her hands. Sometimes she'd very gently run the tip of a long nail along the barrel as she licked the other side, I was on fire with sensitivity.

For a moment I thought if I closed my eyes I could pretend it was Rosemary & it would somehow be less like cheating, but as soon as I closed my eyes & could focus only on what it felt like I realised how futile that was. God, it felt so different, so much better, she sucked harder, ran her tongue roughly over the sensitive tip. I felt myself getting harder & harder, the kind of erection I hadn't felt since I was a young man. My dick was hot, throbbing as if I'd taken a dozen of the little blue pills. I wanted to grab her, but my hands were slick with moisturiser & I worried about staining her little lab coat with oily hand prints.

I think my mind genuinely short-circuited at that moment. I felt like a different person. A completely different person. I could feel my orgasm rising, threatening to explode & said "sit on it." I was shocked that the words had come out of my mouth. By this stage she was gagging fully, deep throating me with saliva dripping down her chin as she pistoned her mouth over me. I repeated myself a little louder "Elena, sit on it."

She seemed to finally hear me & amazingly, she complied. She pulled up her lab coat & skirt, pulled off a pair of fragile looking blue panties & swung a leg over me. Then she sat her warm, wet pussy down on my hard dick. I'd been painfully close to cumming as she'd sucked me, but being inside her tight little pussy seemed to grant me a second wind. I forgot about my slippery hands & held her by the hips & fucked her. I fucked her as if I was in my early twenties again. It felt incredible. I'm not going to kid myself & say I definitely gave her an orgasm, or I was especially talented, but I pounded her, that's for sure & she'd moaned as if in delight, her long hair spilling over her face as she rocked back & forth. I felt like a new man, reborn, I forgot who I was for that time. I was just a young man, fucking a beautiful woman for all I was worth.

She felt amazing, had very obviously never had children. I felt her cunt, soaking wet, & tightly gripping every inch of me as I drilled into her. Her pussy was like a clamp. We hadn't needed any of the personal jelly Rosemary & I relied on. I fucked her furiously, thinking surely, the wildness of my thrusts would buck her off me, or loosen that squeezing pressure around my cock. But like the head she'd been giving me, it was as if her pussy was sucking me inside her, trying to hold me as I smashed in & out of her.

When I shot my load I yelled, hoarsley, completely unaware of my surroundings. Elena had giggled & stayed sitting on my lap as my cock slowly wilted inside her & my cum leaked out onto our thighs. "Don't worry," she whispered, "we have waxing & electrolysis here so clients make noise sometimes. But next time, we'll do it at my place, I don't want to get caught." I was so sex-drunk I almost missed the words 'next time'.

There was a next time, & many times after that. I have regular Friday afternoon appointments with Elena 'for my skincare', except now we meet at her apartment in the city. Each week at the same time I visit her & I fuck her like a young man, I've learned a lot, we've done just about everything you can imagine, things I didn't even know you could do, things I didn't realise I liked, that first time had been the tip of the iceberg. I pay her. It's a service she's providing me. Man, she's worth every dollar.