Hello, my name is Stephanie. I'm 47 years old. I am an average suburban wife who has two college-going daughters, and a husband who loves me very much. I live a pretty average life you could say, not much excitement these days. While I am no model, I'd like to think I am pretty attractive for my age. I stand at 5'6", with brunette hair and sea green eyes. Courtesy of my frequent gymming, I had been able to maintain a trim waist, a thick butt, and a set of C cups that hadn't begun to sag. I often caught men, some of them married, staring at me wherever I went. It felt nice to be still getting attention.
What follows is something that happened about 3 or 4 months ago. To be honest, I'm not sure if I should be telling anybody about this, but I just have to let it out nonetheless.
I have been raised in a Catholic household and so has my husband. We attend mass every Sunday, and I help the church with its various activities as well. Father Conelly has been the priest for more than 25 years. Unlike other priests, he is a polite and charismatic man who is very serious about the church and is loved by everyone.
This Sunday, however, was different. For the first time since I can remember, Father Conelly was not officiating. After the mass, I asked my friend Claire, who also did church service, about it. She told me that Father had some health issues and was resting, but it wasn't anything serious or to worry about much.
I went back to my husband, who was waiting for me at the entrance, and told him about it. "I'm not entirely surprised," he said. "Father Conelly is getting older, maybe all this work is becoming too much for him, he is 61 years old.
He was probably right. I hoped for Father's speedy recovery.
The next Tuesday, around 3:30 in the afternoon, I heard the doorbell. I went to the door and was caught by surprise. "Father Conelly? What a surprise! What can I do for you?" I asked. "Stephanie dear, it's good to see you. I was hoping we could talk. There is an issue I would like to discuss with you". This was truly a big surprise. Even though Father knew who I was, he wasn't known to pay people visits. "Come on in, Father. We can talk in the living room". He asked if my husband was home, which he wasn't. And he won't, not until 7.
As Father Conelly sat, he seemed a little nervous and edgy. He took a while before finally beginning to talk, "Stephanie dear, I request you to please keep this conversation to yourself. This is a very private matter." That immediately caught my attention. "Whatever it is, Father, I am a tomb," I said, calmingly. "Thanks, dear. As you probably heard, I went to the doctor last week."
I replied, "Yes, Claire told me on Sunday."
"I've been having trouble with my plumbing, so to speak" he chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, Stephanie. This is....a little embarrassing."
"Father, please don't be ashamed. If I can help, I will, I promise. Also, it's just us here, so don't worry about anything." I said, trying to ease him up.
"Thank you, I...I went to the doctor on Friday, a urologist, and he ran a couple of tests. You know blood, urine, the usual stuff. Afterwards, he checked my prostate and said it was pretty enlarged, and that it was the root of my...you know...plumbing issues." He continued, "I was very concerned. From what I had heard, prostate enlargement can lead to cancer, and I asked the doctor about it. He said that this was treatable and that I had nothing to worry about for now."
He took a pause, looked at me, and said, "That's actually why I came to see you. The doctor gave me some pills, but he also suggested that I should....." I noticed that he looked worried, as if wondering if he should keep talking. I reassured, "Father please, it's okay. Nothing leaves this room."
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and said, "The doctor suggested I should have a prostate massage to ease the pressure, he said that the pills were mostly to treat a mild infection I had but they couldn´t really do anything for my....enlarged prostate, it had to be a different treatment."
It shocked me to hear these words come out of his mouth. I obviously knew about a prostate massage. As a matter of fact, I had been trying to convince my husband to let me give him one, but of course that would hurt that male pride of his, so he said no.
It suddenly clicked why he had come to see me. I am a licensed massage therapist, though most of my clients till now were housewives. I did the course after my husband got promoted and my younger daughter left for college, mainly as a way to not get bored of chores. Besides, it was a little extra money too.
Father Connely looked at me sheepishly and said, "I heard from the other ladies that you were a massage therapist and wondered if maybe you'd know of someone who could help me with this....erm, problem of mine."
I was taken by surprise. For a moment, I thought he was going to ask me do it.
"Honestly, Father, I don't really know of any...."therapist" who helps with something like this. The courses I took were online, and I never met or came to know anyone else," I said.
"That's a shame. The doctor said that the medicine is just a temporary solution. Nothing much is really going to change until the root cause is relieved," he said. I enquired, "Is there a history of prostate cancer in your family, Father?"
"The doctor asked me the same. As far I know, no, not really. He suggested that it could be due to my celibacy." When he said that, my pussy twitched a little. I started thinking of all the years that he spent without a proper orgasm. It made sense. He was basically SUPER pent up. I was a church-going woman, but at that moment, just the thought of making a pent-up priest cum made my pussy clench. I just had to help him get his much-needed release. Wait, what? I jerked myself back to senses. "That's a little odd. Does that mean every priest has this problem?"
Apparently, I wasn't the only one with this doubt. When he had asked the doctor, he said some studies had shown that it basically came down to the individual body.
"That being said, there could possibly be prostate related issues in my family, that I know nothing about".
I just looked at him for a few seconds. I had already made up my mind. "Father, I really don't think you are gonna find this specific therapy in this town. Also, as a priest, I don't think this is the kind of thing you should be asking around. So, if you want, I could...you know...help you with your problem."
"Oh Lord! I don't think that is a good idea, Stephanie. I don't think that would be right. You are a married woman, and..."
"My husband is not here in the afternoons," I cut him off. "He wouldn't know, Father. You did say this was a private issue, right? Plus I would just be helping you with your problem. We won't be doing anything wrong, I'm a licensed therapist after all. Let me help you," I said, touching his forearm reassuringly.
"I'm very concerned, Stephanie. If this actually happens, nobody can know. I know it is a medical issue, you know it too, but some people might not see it that way."
"Of course, Father. This is just between the two of us, please don't worry about anything." I reassured him. While I did want him to blow his load all over my massage table, I wanted to help him too.
"Thank you so much, dear. You don't know how much this means to me. The weight you took off my shoulders!" he said, much more relaxed.
"Of course, Father. I told you I was gonna help in any way I could," I said. "We can start tomorrow."
"Oh, tomorrow? I don't....are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, tomorrow is perfect. Don't worry. You won't be interrupting or disturbing me in any way."
I was already getting excited about what was going to happen. I don't think I could even sleep tonight. "At what time then?" he asked. "I was thinking around 2:30, if that's alright with you," I replied. "Yes, that sounds good," he said.
"Perfect! Now, Father, we just need to get a few things straight. Firstly, take a nice thorough shower before you come, okay? And secondly, you know you are gonna be fully naked, right?" I asked him. "I am telling you these things so that there are no awkward surprises tomorrow."
"Yes, I figured about the shower. I was even thinking about getting an enema. And yes, I guess I have to be, you know, naked. I understand," he said in a low voice.
