It really was an accident, I never intended for anything like what happened to actually happen.
All that I wanted to do was get some peeks, a few jollies, there was no intention to harm anyone or mess up anybody's lives.
But I ended up doing just that.
I had known John and his wife April for close to 5 years. John was older, in his mid fifties. April was closer to 35. I like to pretend to be in my forties myself but the truth is that fifty did come and pass. My good genes combined with some help with the hair color that comes in a bottle is an asset in the appearance department.
April looked like she could be called a trophy wife, she was a cute and bubbly freckle faced redhead and the word for her is pretty. Not beautiful, not like the magazine type of beauty, rather, green eyes, upturned nose, round wire frame glasses combined with a body that exuded raw sexuality.
No matter what outfit she had on, there was no hiding her magnificent breasts for which the right word would be perky, the long slim waist showing no signs of softness, flaring hips and a sway back flowing down into what some would call booty completes the picture.
Red hair, every possible natural color in it that there is, she wore it long and flowing, just past her shoulders.
April's manner of dress could only be described as sexy, and no doubt intentionally so. She wasn't huge in the bust, instead she was close to just right. She seemed to be always in slacks or shorts that were painted on, or wearing one of those Wicked Weasel bikinis that are not bikinis at all. Those have a function which is to display, rather than cover anything.
It was a real problem when she was around to not simply stare at her.
John knew her effect on everyone, and he delighted in that. That was plainly obvious.
No way could he not know her effects on any male that saw her, in fact I always suspected he encouraged that. April would come in carrying a tray of snacks or drinks, wearing tops that came right down to the edge of her nipples which I often got a few glimpses of.
There were no tan lines that could normally be seen, although the very top edge of her nipples were darker where the sunlight peeked in regularly.
It was a struggle for me to not be caught sporting a woody at the sight of her.
It was always look but don't touch though.
John and April were party animals. It seemed that at least three or four times each month they had something going on. It was barbeques, evening get togethers, afternoon pool parties.
I really liked the pool parties, April's bathing suits were a sight to behold. They were normally either yellow or green, both colors made a striking contrast to her hair. She had one that was pink, I only got to see it just one time. That one was a bit too outrageous, it covered her clitoris and that is about all, her nipples actually stuck out past both sides of what was supposed to be a top.
I had wandered over there early, she was stretched out dozing in a lawn chair while John sat there and watched her.
Hell, I couldn't blame him for that. April was on her back, one foot on the floor and the other up on the chair. I knocked and opened the gate to the patio like I always did, she opened her eyes and smiled at me.
"Hi, Danny!" She said as I came to a stop. Her legs were open, nothing but a single thin string running the length of her pussy which hid nothing, the tiny triangle covering just the upper part of her and the inch or so of red pubic hair. I could even see most of her snug looking little rosebud plain as day. The lips of her vagina were prominent and had a pinkish hue, they hung open on each side of that damned string.
April didn't look to be even the slightest bit shy about being seen like that.
When she hopped up, one nipple slid out into view. She just walked inside the house, John was sitting there grinning. I noticed his face was flushed.
"How do you like April's new suit?" John asked me as I stood there not knowing quite what to say.
"Good lord!" I finally stammered.
"Yea. I just got that for her but she says she won't wear it around people yet."
"Too bad!" I mumbled.
"Yea." Then he just laughed.
I lived just four doors down from them, and the invitations had progressed to being a standing welcome. John often called me up to come over and play chess, I always won but it was getting harder to do all the time.
The other thing that John and April did was try to set me up. I was 55 at the time, recently divorced. It seemed like about every other time I went over there, a single woman would be in the mix. I even dated a couple of them, but nothing ever went anywhere.
I liked being single, to be honest. My first marriage was less than what I had hoped and the second one?
My second wife Dana had found out about one of my little indiscretions, it seems I had a fetish for getting massages.
That started way back when I was barely into my middle twenties, I had hurt my back and finally after a year of misery, I discovered how much good a back rub could do.
The woman I was seeing was named Lynn, she was slightly older than me and a no nonsense type. She was also homely as the proverbial mud fence. She had me strip and get on the table, she didn't bother with a sheet or towel. Hell, she didn't even leave the room, just sat there in a chair and watched as I slid my pants down exposing my cock and balls. I was a little bit red faced that first time, but I got used to it.
It didn't register on me until much later that this wasn't exactly normal, the first couple of sessions she made me feel better and that was it.
One day after a half dozen sessions I lost control as she worked on me. I got a serious erection, I always got one but mostly it was partly up for awhile, then back down. This one for some reason was a full blown ready to go deal, she looked down at it and just reached out and took care of it.
Lynn calmly picked up a towel, wiped me down, and right back to work without saying a word.
I never did know how she could do that so fast, she could get me off faster than I could myself. She didn't even think anything of it, either.
My first wife Sherry didn't even seem to care, I know because I told her about it before we even got married. That was one of those fiddle around in the car situations and she wasn't ready to let me do anything. Instead she suggested I go see one of the "Massage girls" as she put it.
I explained I already did sometimes, expecting a reaction. She just seemed to be relieved, that meant she could keep her virtue intact until marriage.
I should have known right then but it didn't register on me.
Anyway, I kept on with the sessions until one day Sherry decided she needed a change and divorced me. I never did exactly figure out why, maybe just boredom?
The truth was that I was not surprised, and I really wasn't too upset about it.
I was single for over 20 years after that. Then Dana and I got married, I kept right on going to see Lynn at least twice each month. She had become a habit. I didn't even see it as cheating, it was a habit by then.
It never was sex in my mind, it was feel good and get needed relief, no pressures to perform or anything. It never even stuck in my mind that it would be considered cheating.
Dana did, though. It all came to a head when I came home from one of my regular Saturday afternoon sessions. Normally I came home, jumped directly into the shower using the excuse of needing to wash the oil off.
I was just slipping off my underwear when she walked into the bedroom. That was not normal, not normal at all. She also looked angry, that wasn't normal either. She took one look and somehow knew.
We had one hell of a fight, I got accused of everything under the Sun from seeing hookers to having an affair going on.
No amount of protests worked, let's face it. Getting jacked off during a massage is no big deal, I happen to know for a fact that a very high percentage of therapists will, once they get to know and trust a client.
Men are men when it comes to that, any successful masseuse knows that. The surprise to some might be the very high number of women clients that will just let themselves go in that private situation if the person working on them can make them feel comfortable.
Some therapists even love to do it, I know that Lynn did.
But getting jacked off regularly when you are married can turn out to be an expensive NO NO!
As I found out. Dana and I had lasted just three years together.
If I had known how all of that would turn out, I would have stopped seeing Lynn long before Dana and I got married.
More likely I would have kept seeing Lynn and not married Dana, might as well be honest. Seeing Lynn was one hell of a lot less costly.
That is easy to say, but the truth is that I really did love her, and when she was no longer in my life I spiraled downward into misery.
The real pain came when months after we divorced I ran into Dana at a company function, Dana was on staff supporting management, I worked in the shipping department in another section of town for the same company.
She was with a very tall good looking guy that she introduced me to as her fiance.
I even had to shake hands with the guy. I left shortly after, went downtown and got drunk.
So I knew what could happen if someone doesn't stay true to their mate, and the end results are sometimes not very good.
But I still liked my massages, after the divorce I often went to see Lynn, hell, she was a habit now after nearly three decades of regular visits.
Of course I sometimes tried other therapists, but I always went back to see Lynn. She was now becoming a little old lady, but her hands were still magic. Then one day she happened to mention she had to take some classes. Silly stuff about ongoing education but it was the law if she wanted to keep her license in force. I was curious, asked a few questions. One thing led to another, I was interested and I found myself taking classes after work myself.
Anyone who likes massage and has never taken the classes really should! There are part time classes, couples classes, about anything a person could want.
It really doesn't matter how old you are, either. Our class had everything from one 19 year old female, to several dumpy housewives and even one guy that used to haul crab pots for a living. One of the housewives was close to seventy, she was lots of fun, too.
There was just fourteen of us in the group I was in. I could see the nervousness of the rest at first, they all knew there would be touching going on and there were a lot of sidelong glances.
Each of the tables had a drape pulled around it, creating a private area. Then it was sheets on top, we were taught how to fold it and tuck it carefully so as to expose just the arm or leg or area of the back we were working on.
Our instructor was a heavy set gal about my age, she zipped back and forth up and down the line, showing different techniques and how to hold the hands and stroke, how to manipulate the muscles.
