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

I 'm in my belated forties. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I 'm in good shape and like to sit my bike, pass, hike, workout at my home with weights, stretching and Martial prowess. I learned massage from the local anesthetic biotic community college to try something dissimilar after 25 years in the computer manufacture. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interesting things to do.

Purchased a courteous 2nd hand tabular array with all the attachments. Assembled a collection of lotion and oils in a little black bag, and placed an add in the local papers and magazine to try massage work. The add simply read, `` Have Massage board, Will Travel '' and included my number.

I now have a few fixture guest and revel having normal massage body of work between untamed face-off. Some new clients from referrals and some from the adds, which I have yet to go over. So, I was meddlesome enough and yet enjoying my other retreat. My technique was good and everyone loved my style, behaviour and table side manner.

A few days after the crazy fitting with Rod and Jessica I was relaxing in my office contemplating the past times consequence when my phone rang. I had no reason to waffle I answered. It was Jessica. She asked about dinner and wanted to fuck if I was still interested. Again, I had no reasonableness to hesitate. I told her I would still really like to meet her for dinner, some place courteous, quiet. I had this unknown attractive feature to her beyond the kinky sex kitten she seemed to portray. So, we set a metre and billet and hung up.

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

Days later we met for dinner and a nice restaurant. She was dressed nicely and quite right. Her face and hair well made up. She was a classy woman through our entire meal. We spoke mostly of small-scale lecture and local news which she seemed quite up to date on. She had a clear opinion and position on politics which mirrored my own. When I delivered her place she did n't stool any advancements and I was keeping my cool as if my eighteen year old ego was being kept in check. I told how much 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 settled and ask if she would wish to see the coast sometime soon. She said she would love to but would deliver to call me back in a distich days as she had a busy schedule that was sporadic. I thought zippo of it and agreed to wait for her call. As soon as I hung up the phone it rang. It was St. George 's married woman. He wanted to schedule another massage. However she said, we are hoping for a special massage. When I asked what they had in mind she shyly said that George need deep massage and she could n't quite help oneself 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 eighteen twelvemonth old ego would stimulate blushed with the situations I 've been offered in the past couple up months. I took a deep breath and pondered her statements. Then she said, we 'll repeat your usual fee. This new line of work was never about the money. After years of technical service piece of work around computers and programming I retired former and decided to try my manus at massage therapy. I got certified and sent a request to some publishers for adds in their publications. I never thought this would turn out to be remunerative or sexually charged. I agreed and set up the appointment.

I arrived at their home at the schedule time and was greeted the Saami as before. I set up the table and prepared for a normal massage expecting him to found into his fumbling request for sexual servicing. Georges wife, Jinny did n't will like last time and was hovering around the wet bar when George came in.

"How about a drinking ?"he asked.

"Beer ?"Jinny said.

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

Jinny mixed a drink for George and opened me a beer. She had a beverage going and we raised our drinks for a goner. After a couple haulage from my beer Jinny told George VI to not waste prison term and go get on the table. George complied putting down his drink after a retentive lot and dropping his rob eased himself up on the board. That is when I noticed HE was wearing a G-string and what looked like a hindquarters plug. I thought to myself, 'That must be what Jinny meant by a deep massage .'

I started my normal massage like the live time and as I got to his stage Jinny instructed him to circularise his legs wider. He complied without ailment and pulled his feet up and his knees out exposing the now obvious butt fire hydrant. Jinny said I should knead his stooge 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 time ?"I asked remembering the final stage time he wanted to fuck how to ease up a black eye job.

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

"Have you been practicing ? You know if can be abominable the firstly few sentence ?"I said nonchalantly.

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

I turned to see Jinny in a rob and an obvious protrusion at the waist. She came over to the table by George VI 's head 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 gumshoe. I kept working around the cheeks and butt chaw occasionally pushing against it eliciting a acutely jerky and squeak. As his consistence started to curve Jinny opened her rob to expose a strap-on dildo which she rubbed up against his cheek. He responded without question and began licking and sucking on it.

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

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

By now I 'm not massaging any prospicient. I 'm playing with his butt chaw and watching his married woman get off on George working his oral cavity on the dildo. I suspect the contrivance had a dildo on the inside which transferred the aesthesis into her pussy as she was quickly becoming more bring up the thirster he worked it. I was getting pretty hard just watching them going at it when Jinny pulled away.

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

George IV nearly jumped off the massage table and go down on all fours just like a dog. He wagged his tail and panted with his glossa out. Jinny pulled out his butt plug and wiped the area. Then she applied some lubricating substance from a bottle she produced from the air pocket of her robe. Then she walked around to his case 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 knickers and itch my already unbendable rooster against the lube on his ass and lined up. I pressed against his hole a pair times until the head word 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 patch rubbing her clit against the strap. I could see a lustrous ancestry of something moist running down the inside of her leg. I pulled out and crusade back in. He groaned again but Jinny just got more excited. I wiggled the heading of my dick around to tease apart him up a little more. Then as I pulled out and started to push in again, Jinny shoved the dildo hard into George II 's mouth forcing him on to my cock. He groaned low and long. Then Jinny grabbed the back of his head and started pushing and pulling him on and off my man meat. He was blind drunk and I was having a swell prison term fucking his ass while watching Jinny 's aphrodisiacal little body get more turn on as she humped her dildo into her hubby 's mouth. Her robe slid undefended and I caught a full view of her well-kept tum, firm perky tit and all.

Now I was fucking him intemperate and he was moaning and squeaking every prison term I plunged deep into his ass. His wife was n't holding on to his head anymore. She was too meddling rubbing her crotch and white meat as she shot to orgasm. Watching her cumming I could tell it was making George sexual climax as his ass started squeezing and pumping my dick as he came. I was so close to cumming myself watching the two of them working through their sexual experiences. My dick felt duncical and hard against his ass as I groaned and started cumming.

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

"Yes dear."he responded from oceanic abyss gasps.

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

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

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

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

Jinny closed her gown 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 straight for my beer still waiting on the wet bar. I took a mystifying draw and grabbed a towel to wipe off my dirty dick. I started to bundle my table up and get fix to go. Jinny came back with a check and a smile on her side. Then she turned to George still waiting on the floor.

"George. cleaning !"she instructed.

George did n't say a word but went down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall for a towel and started to houseclean up the mess we had made on the floor.

"I hope we can bank on your discretion and would like to get your help again. When the penury arises."Jinny said still smiling.

I was n't going to explain how I was just a massage healer. Instead, I accepted the compliment, the hindrance and got packed up. On the way home I thought to myself again ,'I really involve to rule out where my advertisements are running ! ? '