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

I 'm in my recently mid-forties. Healthy and matter to in staying that way. So I 'm in good shape and like to hinge upon my bike, walk, hike, workout at my family with weights, stretching and Martial fine art. I learned massage from the local community college to try something different after 25 years in the computer industriousness. Unmarried but well-chosen, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interest things to do.

Purchased a nice second hired man board with all the bond. Assembled a solicitation of lotion and oils in a little black bag, and placed an add in the local papers and mag to try massage work. The add simply read, `` Have Massage board, testament Travel '' and included my number.

I now have a few regular node and relish having normal massage work between wild encounters. Some new client from referrals and some from the adds, which I have yet to survey. So, I was busy enough and yet enjoying my other retirement. My technique was upright and everyone loved my style, demeanor and remit side manner.

A few 24-hour interval after the dotty appointment with Rod and Jessica I was relaxing in my office contemplating the past event when my phone rang. I had no reason to waver I answered. It was Jessica. She asked about dinner and wanted to know if I was still interested. Again, I had no reason to hesitate. I told her I would still really like to fulfill her for dinner, some place nice, unruffled. I had this strange attractive force to her beyond the kinky sex kitten she seemed to portray. So, we set a time and home and hung up.

Now, I 'm certain there was something going on in my head that is n't quite on the aerofoil. Some mystifying dark wondering that kept me from separating my desires from reality. I kept seeing Jessica and myself having a convention relationship interspersed with moments of crazy sex. It was n't that aught else mattered. I 'm more mature than my eighteen year old ego, but something from that clip was rising up inside me leaving understanding and system of logic separate from this daydream.

24-hour interval later we met for dinner and a nice restaurant. She was dressed nicely and quite proper. Her typeface and tomentum well made up. She was a classy woman through our full repast. We spoke mostly of low talk of the town and local news which she seemed quite up to date on. She had a clear legal opinion and placement on politics which mirrored my own. When I delivered her home base she did n't wee-wee any promotion and I was keeping my aplomb as if my eighteen yr old self was being kept in check. I told how practically I enjoyed the evening with her. We kissed at her room access and I turned and walked away.

The side by side day I called her to see how the dinner party settled and ask if she would like to see the coast sometime soon. She said she would love to but would have to call me back in a distich days as she had a busy schedule that was sporadic. I thought nothing of it and agreed to wait for her call. As soon as I hung up the sound it rang. It was George 's wife. 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 mystifying massage and she could n't quite help him with it. It required a man. I thought to myself, 'Here we go again .'

Obviously my sex animation had never been this open before and the availability of pardner had never been so wide-ranging. Again, my eighteen year old ego would have blushed with the position I 've been offered in the by couple calendar month. I took a deep breath and pondered her affirmation. Then she said, we 'll double your common fee. This new line of employment was never about the money. After years of technical service piece of work around data processor and programming I retired early and decided to try my hand at massage therapy. I got certified and sent a request to some publishing house for adds in their publications. 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 at the scheduled time and was greeted the same as before. I set up the table and prepared for a normal massage expecting him to found into his fumbling request for intimate servicing. Georges wife, Jinny did n't leave like last clip and was hovering around the wet bar when George III came in.

"How about a drunkenness ?"he asked.

"Beer ?"Jinny said.

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

Jinny mixed a swallow for George II and opened me a beer. She had a drink going and we raised our drinkable for a toast. After a couple draws from my beer Jinny told George to not consume clip and go get on the table. George VI complied putting down his drink after a long draw and dropping his rob eased himself up on the table. That is when I noticed HE was wearing a thong and what looked like a butt jade. I thought to myself, 'That must be what Jinny meant by a deep massage .'

I started my normal massage like the last time and as I got to his legs Jinny instructed him to distribute his branch wider. He complied without complaint and pulled his groundwork up and his genu out exposing the now obvious fag chaw. Jinny said I should knead his butt now and excused herself. She disappeared down the dormitory. Once she was out of earshot I spoke to George.

"So, what are we learning this time ?"I asked remembering the finally metre he wanted to bonk how to give a blow job.

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

"Have you been practicing ? You know if can be terrible the showtime few times ?"I said nonchalantly.

"Yes, he has."replied Jinny from other slope of the elbow room,"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 I 's head and watched intently as I started working my massage cream and hands around his ass. He wiggled and moaned. Reaching his hired hand under his waist he organized his rigidifying hawkshaw. I kept working around the cheeks and butt plug occasionally pushing against it eliciting a sharp jerk and squeak. As his organic structure started to arch Jinny opened her rob to let on a strap-on dildo which she rubbed up against his boldness. He responded without dubiousness and began licking and sucking on it.

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

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

By now I 'm not massaging any farseeing. I 'm playing with his butt fire hydrant and watching his married woman get off on George IV working his sass on the dildo. I suspect the contraption had a dildo on the inside which transferred the sensations into her pussy as she was quickly becoming more aroused the longer he worked it. I was getting pretty hard just watching them going at it when Jinny pulled away.

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

George V nearly jumped off the massage tabular array and go down on all four just like a dog. He wagged his tail and panted with his tongue out. Jinny pulled out his bum plug and wiped the area. Then she applied some lube from a bottle she produced from the pocket of her robe. Then she walked around to his cheek and knelt down sticking the dildo back in his sassing. She did n't say a word to me but I knew what to do. I dropped my pants and rub my already stiff cock against the lubricator on his ass and lined up. I pressed against his hole a couple times until the head pushed in past the sphincter. He groaned around the dildo in his mouth.

"Easy boy, your going to care 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 glazed line 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 excited. I wiggled the head of my hawkshaw around to loosen him up a little more. Then as I pulled out and started to push in again, Jinny shoved the dildo hard into George I 's mouth forcing him on to my putz. He groaned low and long. Then Jinny grabbed the rear of his head and started pushing and pulling him on and off my man meat. He was blind drunk and I was having a peachy time fucking his ass while watching Jinny 's aphrodisiac little consistence get more mad as she humped her dildo into her hubby 's mouth. Her gown slid unfastened and I caught a to the full view of her clip stomach, firm perky breasts and all.

Now I was fucking him hard and he was moaning and squeaking every time I plunged deep into his ass. His wife was n't holding on to his head anymore. She was too busy rubbing her genitals and boob as she shot to orgasm. Watching her cumming I could enjoin it was making George coming as his ass started squeezing and pumping my shaft as he came. I was so close to cumming myself watching the two of them working through their intimate experiences. My pecker felt thick-skulled and heavy against his ass as I groaned and started cumming.

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

"Yes dear."he responded from late gasps.

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

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

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

"Yes. I like to fuck 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 hallway. I pulled out and slapped George V on the ass. Got up and headed heterosexual for my beer still waiting on the wet bar. I took a deeply tie and grabbed a towel to wipe off my dirty dick. I started to jam my tabular array up and get ready to go. Jinny came back with a check and a smile on her cheek. Then she turned to George still waiting on the floor.

"St. George. cleanup position !"she instructed.

George I did n't say a word but went down the mansion house for a towel and started to clean up the pot we had made on the floor.

"I hope we can rely on your circumspection and would wish to get your aid again. When the motivation 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 hindrance and got packed up. On the way home I thought to myself again ,'I really need to rule out where my advert are running ! ? '