Synopsis: A wife is offered a job as a masseuse at her husband's place of employment. She finds herself trapped attempting to keep her husband's boss from firing him. She is also introduced to the pleasures only another woman can provide.
Attention: This story contains scenes of non-consensual coerced sexual activity between an adult male and adult female. Scenes of Lesbian sexual activity between consenting adults are also included.
Chapter 1 - Learning Something New
My name is Crystal and six months ago my life changed in ways I had no way to anticipate. My husband Kevin and I were at social event at his company. Kevin had been told he is in line for a promotion and the increase in his salary would be great. I had offered to find a job, even though my skillset was very limited. I didn't attend college and practically every job I've looked at requires a minimum of an undergraduate degree.
When my friend Sara told me she was going to take a class to learn therapeutic massage. She said she wanted me to take the class with her. She said we would get a certificate upon successful completion of the class and could then test and become licensed. She explained the class was accredited. Having nothing else to do I asked Kevin what he thought. He encouraged me to take the class. Looking back I think he saw this as an opportunity for him to have his own personal masseuse. Sara and I signed up for the class.
The classes were held in a small strip mall located close to downtown. The first night of classes we saw the class had 24 students, but only two were men. I'm not trying to be judgmental, but some of the women looked like they had come straight from the gentleman's club that was located at the other end of the complex.
My husband is always telling me how good looking I am and I know men find me attractive. I stay active to keep myself in shape for my husband. I want him to be proud of me and get a laugh out of it when he calls me his trophy wife. I'm also aware of the fact I draw the attention of men, but Kevin is the only man I'm interested in.
The first night of class, Sara was teasing me and told me she had caught one of the guys checking me out. I remember her saying, "They both would have been, but the other one is gay."
I assured her she was crazy and that I wasn't available. She said, "I know, but what's it like to have your looks and know practically guy that sees you wants to get into your panties?"
Her comments were embarrassing and I tried to ignore her. Sara wasn't ugly by any means. If she lost a few pounds and learned how to dress and present herself she would have much better success drawing the attention of men. We had been friends all through high school and now as we approached our 30th birthday we both wondered where the years had gone.
Later that first night of class I did notice the guy Sara had mentioned looking in my direction. I caught him looking and gave him a smile. He was a good-looking guy, but I wasn't in the class to meet guys. While both of the guys were nice, it seemed some of the women were downright hostile toward me. They treated Sara fine, but for some reason didn't like me.
Later, after class I said something to Sara about what I'd observed and she said, "They probably see you as a threat."
"Threat? Me?"
"Sure, after all you are the prettiest in the class and that's a threat to women like them."
I knew I was no threat to them, but it was nice to know it wasn't something I'd done. The instructor told us to find a partner for the class. He told us we would keep the same partner the entire six months of the class. Sara and I immediately partnered up, but later during a break the cute guy approached me and asked if I would be his partner. I told him Sara and I had been friends for several years and had already decided to be partners. He actually looked disappointed and said it was his loss. He did tell me if we deiced we wanted to change partners to let him know. I assured him I would.
At one point the instructor was going over the course and giving a brief description of each form of massage and the point at which we would be studying each. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me when one of the girls that looked like she was very familiar with dancing next to a pole asked, "When do we learn Sensual massage?"
She appeared to have been serious about the question but several in the class laughed. The instructor tried to be diplomatic when he told her, Sensual massage was not part of this class. He said this class was for those who wanted to learn how to perform real massages.
This was all new to me, but I knew better than ask what they were talking about. After class I asked Sara, "What was that girl asking? You know the one they laughed at."
Sara said, "She wanted to learn Sensual massage."
Seeing the confusion on my face she said, "Crystal for a girl as pretty as you are, you don't know much about the world. Sensual massage is when you make the client cum. You know, give them an orgasm."
The look on my face must have been amusing since she started laughing. I said, "You mean you fuck the client?"
She said, "Either that of jerk them off with your hand or give them a blow job. I think some do climb up on the table and let the client fuck them. It's the type of massage you get from some of those shady massage parlors and the type of massage you can get arrested for doing."
Later that night I told Kevin about the class and the question about Sensual massage. I was joking when I asked him if he would like for me to give him a Sensual massage. It should have come as no surprise when he jumped at the offer. He helped direct me telling me what to do. I asked him if he'd ever had such a massage and he said he hadn't but knew what they were.
Since I didn't have a massage table he said I could do it on the bed. I knelt on the floor next to the bed and got a bottle of baby oil I use as a skin moisturizer. The massage had us both laughing and before it was finished he had me pinned underneath him with his cock pounding away in my pussy.
Chapter 2 - Job Offer
After a couple of months Kevin bought me a massage table for me to practice with. Kevin walked in on Sara and me practicing. We always used a sheet, but there were a couple times he came close to seeing Sara with her breasts exposed.
Kevin was always eager to be our practice client. Sara even massaged him a few times when we had exams to study for. Afterward I asked him who gave the better massage and he said I did since I made sure his entire body was massaged. He was always teasing me wanting me to give him a Sensual massage. I gave in several times and told him this wasn't part of what I was supposed to be studying.
Upon graduating, I was proud of myself for earning my certificate. I then took the test and was granted my license. I decided to try and get a job to put my new skills to use, but soon found the only places hiring with no experience were the places some of the girls in our class were working which had very little to do with massage. The only reason they took the class, I later learned, was to provide a certain level of legitimacy to what they were doing. I didn't look down on them, they were earning a living the only way they knew how. I just didn't think it was the type of massage I wanted to be doing.
I'm still not sure how he learned I was a licensed masseuse, but at one of the social events the CEO of my husband's company came over and started talking to me. I'd met him before and Kevin had warned me he fancied himself as a ladies man. We had spoken to each other, but each time we had exchanged a few very brief comments and never discussed anything of any importance. This particular time he had been the one to approach me. After some small talk he told me how Kevin was a man he had his eye on and how he could see him in a leadership role in the company with much more responsibility. After that the conversation somehow turned to me and he said, "I hear you are a licensed masseuse."
