Massage Happy Ending
In a way it was all my husbands' fault, although I admit to my part in it. I could have stopped it, in fact I should have; but it had been a long time since anything like that had happened to me.
I should say it really started with the mulch; but in a way it started two years before when I caught Richard cheating. I had thought it was a one-time thing and we could work it through; it wasn't. My husband Richard is a Senior Vice President; and it's amazing how many pretty young women will get on their knees to climb the company ladder; or for that matter lay on their back.
When word leaked back to me about Richards indiscretion; as it always does with office wives; I confronted him. To say I was shocked by his response is an understatement.
At forty-five Richard was having the time of his life in mid-life. Every young woman who wanted a promotion got it; after she happily spread her legs for him. And he made no bones of his intent to continue. When he made the crude statement that at forty-four I wasn't exactly the "catch of the year" I was hurt and humiliated.
I talked with a lawyer, I even started divorce proceedings. Why didn't I follow through? Because Richard was right; I sagged more in my once perky 36C's, my hips were wider than they used to be; and my belly was bigger than I wanted it to be. I could have hit the gym and made myself a MILF; but it just wasn't in me.
Instead I accepted my "lot in life" of being the middle-aged housewife. I had a half million dollar home; a wonderful family; why throw that away because my husband can't keep his pecker in his pants.
Sex had always been a part of my life, but it wasn't ALL of my life. I enjoyed sex, immensely; but my toys worked just fine for my needs. What my toys couldn't do, was fix my back.
It was the middle of May and I was preparing the flower beds. The nursery had delivered the bags of mulch; and of course Richard had never taken the time to bring the bags from the garage to the back yard for me.
I was lugging the third or fourth bag back when I stumbled; the slight twist caused a twinge in my back, and I just ignored it and kept going. By the end of the day I swear I could barely walk.
I spent the next day flat on my back in bed; and while it helped, it didn't take long after being up and around that the pain was back. I thought about going to see a chiropractor; so I called my neighbor Gloria.
She was the one who convinced me that I should get a deep tissue massage; she thought that would help as much as anything.
"Besides" Gloria had told me "you can always get the extras" and had giggled on the phone.
Gloria's husband and Richard were best friends; they did a lot together; including screwing younger women. Unlike me, Gloria had decided turn about was fair play and the woman was always on the prowl for pool boys and gardeners. I swear she had the sex drive of a twenty year old.
She gave me the number of the massage therapy place she used in town and I called and set an appointment for the next day. I had no idea what the Gods had in store for me when I walked into that place.
I sat and visited with the young woman who filled out my paperwork, and described how I hurt myself, the kind of pain I had, and the location.
"I think we'll start with a deep tissue of the back, do the thighs for your sciatic" she said "and then maybe a hot rock to relax those tighter muscles."
Everything sounded delightful, and I was actually anxious to give this a try. One thing that never entered my naive mind was the sex of my masseuse; I don't know why it just didn't.
I was face down on the massage table; my head positioned in that little depression when I heard a male voice behind me.
"I'm Rick, shall we get started." He said.
Rick, oh my God, I thought. I almost changed my mind; and then the most amazing thing happened. When those hands slightly adjusted the small towel over my buttocks; and then started on my lower back, I melted.
He wasn't fifteen minutes in and I was putty; this guy could rub my old body any day; was my dreamy thought. When his hands went from my low back, over my bare hips and down to my thighs; it never crossed my lulled mind I wasn't wearing panties.
Oh I could have worn their cheesy little disposable thing; but the girl had mentioned if I didn't mind; I would get a far better massage if the masseuse had free roam over my skin.
I wasn't that conscious of my body; after all I was a rejected middle aged mother and wife; what was there to get shy about. That was until he started working my inner thighs. God was that me that just moaned, I thought. Oh my God, I had actually spread my legs further apart.
I was going to say something, when two thumbs slid along my inner thighs, pressing in deep and working my muscles. I groaned as I felt the tightness seep out; and then moaned as they just barely missed the mark, passing only an inch from my pussy.
The massage room was dim, they had this mist with aromatic scents flowing and soft music playing; t was meant to give the sensation of privacy and relaxation. It also meant that between the atmosphere and my position; I could not see the man who now all but owned my body.
Those hands slid back up my thighs, and then paused only an inch from my heating sex. I wanted to scream at him to continue.
"Shall I keep going?" his disembodied voice asked behind me.
"Please" I whimpered as I opened my legs.
"Oh God" I groaned as those thumbs grazed over my swollen lips.
The second pass I was trembling; the third pass I was a swamp; the fourth pass I said fuck it and opened my legs. I couldn't hold in the groan as a long middle finger slid between my soaked lips.
"Fuck yesssssss" I heard myself moan.
I heard the wet sucking noises my pussy made as that finger probed me; fuck did he know what he was doing. His finger curled and hit just the right spots; his thumb pressed on my throbbing clit.
It took less than ten minutes, and I was staring over the cliff at a mind blowing orgasm. No one; not Richard, or even my own masturbation sessions had manipulated my body like this guy was doing.
My body quivered, my vision tunneled; and then behind me I heard one word.
"Cum" he said softly into my ear.
"Christ" I grunted as my body exploded at his command.
My vision blurred and I clawed at the table as my gut turned to liquid fire. I felt my juices gush out to coat his hand; and God help me he never stopped. My toes curled and a roaring filled my ears as my body jerked and spasmed on the table. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life.
By the time I got my breathing back under control; and rolled over on the table 'Rick' was gone. I rose and dressed; for the first time in days feeling no back pain. The swamp in my panties encouraged me to leave this wonderful man a sizable tip; hell Richard could afford it.
That evening, I answered the front door to find Gloria on my doorstep. Of course Richard was 'working late' and quite frankly after this afternoon, I really didn't give a shit.
"And" Gloria almost bleated in excitement.
"It was...stimulating" I smiled at my friend.
"Did he finger you?" she asked with a grin.
"For God's sake Gloria" I couldn't believe her boldness.
"That's their opening special" Gloria laughed at my embarrassment. "I bet you came hard didn't you."
I didn't even need to answer, the crimson flush I was sure was on my cheeks was my answer.
"Next time, tell him to use his mouth; he's fucking awesome" Gloria laughed. Her face went serious and then "You could use it honey." And then she was gone.
I made three days and the twinge in my back was there again; worse, I couldn't get rid of the swamp in my panties every time I thought of that massage. By ten in the morning I finally gave in and called.
"We can set you up with Andre at 2pm" the young woman said.
"If you don't mind" I replied hesitantly. "I would rather have Rick." I told her.
"Not a problem" she said. "Unfortunately Rick isn't on duty today; how about noon tomorrow." She asked.
I quickly took the noon appointment and hung up. I then did something I should have been ashamed of, but honestly I wasn't. I went to the bedroom, undressed, slipped into a warm shower; and fingered myself to a shattering orgasm thinking of tomorrow.
The next day I arrived promptly at noon, with soaked panties. This time when I spoke with the woman at the check in, I asked about specials.
"Yes, we have special" the woman said softly. "They are for certain clients."
"My friend Gloria Bradford recommended..." I started to explain.
"Of course, Ms Bradford" the woman smiled. "She is one of our exclusive clientele"
"She mentioned you had special" I blushed. "I'm just not sure how or what" I admitted.
The young woman smiled; telling me it was best to go slowly at first, which seemed like a good idea to me.
"We'll set you for a deep tissue and then a full body" the woman smiled.
Back in the massage room the setting was identical to the first time; very dim lighting; the aromatic mists and the soft music. This time, I skipped both the panties and bra; climbing onto the table and getting into position nude.
"Hello again" I heard that voice behind me. "I understand you wish a special full body" he said softly.
"Yes" I whispered back. "I've never...oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." My moans signaling those wonderful hands were on me again.
"Shhhhh, just relax" he said.
Relax, hell it was worse than last time. In fifteen minutes of my legs, back and shoulders; I was a mass of jelly in his hands. I admit I was disappointed when this time he left my pussy alone, I had been hoping for a repeat.
"Turn over" his voice commanded me.
It took a moment to make my limbs work, but I slowly rolled onto my back and into position. I never even got a glimpse as a small towel came to rest over my eyes.
"Please leave the towel in place" he told me.
"Yesssssssssssssssssss" I moaned.
