“ Have Massage Table, will Travel"reads the card of a man.

I 'm in my late 1940s. Healthy and concern in staying that way. So I 'm in good contour and like to ride my cycle, walk, hike, workout at my home with weights, stretching and Martial graphics. I learned massage from the local community college to try something different after 25 years in the computer industry. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and occupy things to do.

Purchased a gracious second hand table with all the fastening. Assembled a ingathering of lotions and oils in a short black bag, and placed an add in the local composition and magazines to try massage work. The add simply read, `` Have Massage table, testament travelling '' and included my number.

I now have a few regular clients and enjoyed having normal massage work between wild encounters. Some new clients from referrals and some from the adds, which I have yet to review. So, I was busy enough and yet enjoying my too soon retreat. My technique was good and everyone loved my panache, demeanor and table side of meat manner.

A few days after the screwball appointment with Rod and Jessica I was relaxing in my office contemplating the past times effect when my phone rang. I had no reason to hesitate I answered. It was Jessica. She asked about dinner and wanted to live if I was still interest. Again, I had no cause to hesitate. I told her I would still really like to meet her for dinner, some place nice, quietly. I had this strange attraction to her beyond the kinky sex kitten she seemed to portray. So, we set a clip and place and hung up.

Now, I 'm certain there was something going on in my head that is n't quite on the surface. Some rich dark wondering that kept me from separating my desires from realism. I kept seeing Jessica and myself having a formula human relationship interspersed with mo of gaga sex. It was n't that nothing else mattered. I 'm more mature than my 18 year old self, but something from that time was rising up inside me leaving reason and system of logic separate from this daydream.

Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later we met for dinner party and a nice eating place. She was dressed nicely and quite proper. Her face and hair well made up. She was a classy woman through our full meal. We spoke mostly of small talk of the town and local news which she seemed quite up to appointment on. She had a percipient opinion and view on political science which mirrored my own. When I delivered her home she did n't reach any onward motion and I was keeping my cool as if my eighteen year old self was being kept in verification. I told how practically I enjoyed the evening with her. We kissed at her door and I turned and walked away.

The next day I called her to see how the dinner party settled and ask if she would wish to see the sea-coast sometime soon. She said she would love to but would have to hollo me back in a couple Clarence Day as she had a in use schedule that was sporadic. I thought nothing of it and agreed to await for her call. As soon as I hung up the phone it rang. It was George V 's married woman. He wanted to schedule another massage. However she said, we are hoping for a especial massage. When I asked what they had in creative thinker she shyly said that George need deep massage and she could n't quite avail him with it. It required a man. I thought to myself, 'Here we go again .'

Obviously my sex life had never been this open before and the availability of partners had never been so varied. Again, my XVIII year old self would have blushed with the situation I 've been offered in the retiring couple months. I took a mystifying breathing space and pondered her statements. Then she said, we 'll duplicate your usual fee. This new line of body of work was never about the money. After years of technological service body of work around computers and programming I retired betimes and decided to try my manus at massage therapy. I got certified and sent a request to some publishers for adds in their publication. I never thought this would turn out to be lucrative or sexually charged. I agreed and set up the appointment.

I arrived at their home plate at the scheduled time and was greeted the same as before. I set up the board and prepared for a normal massage expecting him to launch into his fumbling request for intimate servicing. Georges married woman, Jinny did n't leave like last time and was hovering around the wet bar when Saint George came in.

"How about a drink ?"he asked.

"Beer ?"Jinny said.

"Okay."I replied. Jinny was definitely still shapely and beautiful. Quite the attractive cleaning lady. But, different than Jessica.

Jinny mixed a drink for George and opened me a beer. She had a swallow going and we raised our boozing for a toast. After a couple up attractor from my beer Jinny told George II to not waste time and go get on the table. George I complied putting down his boozing after a hanker draw play and dropping his rob eased himself up on the tabular array. That is when I noticed HE was wearing a flip-flop and what looked like a butt plug. I thought to myself, 'That must be what Jinny meant by a deep massage .'

I started my convention massage like the endure fourth dimension and as I got to his legs Jinny instructed him to propagate his wooden leg wider. He complied without complaint and pulled his feet up and his articulatio genus out exposing the now obvious behind chew. Jinny said I should massage his can now and excused herself. She disappeared down the hall. Once she was out of earshot I spoke to George.

"So, what are we learning this metre ?"I asked remembering the last time he wanted to know how to give a bump job.

"Anal sex."he said without lifting his point from the halo.

"Have you been practicing ? You know if can be dreadful the first off few times ?"I said nonchalantly.

"Yes, he has."replied Jinny from other side of meat of the room,"Have n't you dear ?"

I turned to see Jinny in a rob and an obvious protrusion at the waistline. She came over to the mesa by George 's headspring and watched intently as I started working my massage cream and hands around his ass. He wiggled and moaned. Reaching his hands under his shank he organized his stiffening dick. I kept working around the cheeks and butt plug occasionally pushing against it eliciting a sharp tug and narrow escape. As his body started to arch Jinny opened her rob to expose a strap-on dildo which she rubbed up against his brass. He responded without enquiry and began licking and sucking on it.

"George has been learning all about what I go through. Have n't you George II ?"she says.

"Mmmm, hmmm."is all he can say.

By now I 'm not massaging any long. I 'm playing with his laughingstock male plug and watching his married woman get off on Saint George working his mouth on the dildo. I suspect the widget had a dildo on the inside which transferred the sense impression into her puss as she was quickly becoming more stimulated the longer he worked it. I was getting pretty concentrated just watching them going at it when Jinny pulled away.

"I think he 's ready. George. storey !"she said, instructing my like a dog.

George VI nearly jumped off the massage table and go down on all quaternity just like a dog. He wagged his fanny and panted with his natural language out. Jinny pulled out his butt plug and wiped the area. Then she applied some lubricant from a bottle she produced from the sack of her robe. Then she walked around to his side and knelt down sticking the dildo back in his mouth. She did n't say a word to me but I knew what to do. I dropped my pant and itch my already plastered cock against the lubricant on his ass and lined up. I pressed against his hole a couple fourth dimension until the head pushed in past the sphincter. He groaned around the dildo in his mouth.

"Easy boy, your going to like this soon enough."she said fucking the dildo in and out of his mouth.

All the while rubbing her button against the strap. I could see a glazed seam of something moist running down the interior of her leg. I pulled out and pushed back in. He groaned again but Jinny just got more frantic. I wiggled the header of my dick around to loosen him up a little more. Then as I pulled out and started to push in again, Jinny shoved the dildo operose into George 's oral fissure forcing him on to my cock. He groaned low and long. Then Jinny grabbed the back of his head teacher and started pushing and pulling him on and off my man meat. He was tight and I was having a gravid time fucking his ass while watching Jinny 's aphrodisiac little consistence get more energize as she humped her dildo into her husband 's sassing. Her robe slid open and I caught a full position of her clip stomach, firm perky white meat and all.

Now I was fucking him strong and he was moaning and squeaking every time I plunged deep into his ass. His wife was n't holding on to his headland anymore. She was too interfering rubbing her crotch and tit as she shot to orgasm. Watching her cumming I could tell it was making George orgasm as his ass started squeezing and pumping my dick as he came. I was so skinny to cumming myself watching the two of them working through their sexual experiences. My dick felt thick and hard against his ass as I groaned and started cumming.

"He 's cumming in your ass, good. Can you sense him pumping his sperm into you ?"Jinny said devilishly, suddenly back in control of her senses.

"Yes dear."he responded from trench gasps.

"Yes what, my sex dog."she demanded.

"Yes. I feel his tool pumping something hot into my ass."he said shuttering with the realization.

"That 's better, dog. You just want to fuck and get fucked, do n't you ?"she said, shaming him.

"Yes. I like to get it on and get fucked, mistress."he responded sheepishly.

Jinny closed her robe around her dildo, twitched and smiled. She looked up at me and nodded. Then headed back down the hall. I pulled out and slapped George on the ass. Got up and headed straightaway for my beer still waiting on the wet bar. I took a cryptic haulage and grabbed a towel to pass over off my dirty gumshoe. I started to pack my tabular array up and get ready to go. Jinny came back with a check and a smile on her grimace. Then she turned to George still waiting on the floor.

"George V. killing !"she instructed.

Saint George did n't say a word but went down the hall for a towel and started to strip up the raft we had made on the floor.

"I hope we can trust on your discretion and would care to get your assist again. When the need arises."Jinny said still smiling.

I was n't going to explain how I was just a massage therapist. Instead, I accepted the compliment, the check and got packed up. On the way menage I thought to myself again ,'I really want to discover out where my advertising are running ! ? '