My wife’s massage school
I got married for the second time when I was 40 years old. Abby, the lucky lady, was a few years younger. Abby is 1.70 m and weighs 60 kg. She has a figure that is admired by women half her age and by men and boys younger than that. While I was dating Abby, I found her sex drive to be insatiable. How lucky can a guy get? One of the coolest women I’ve ever met and she loves to regulate herself like a bunny.
Shortly after we were married, we moved to Charleston, SC. Abby found a job at a medical office as an office manager. There was a massage school in the same building. Abby confided in me that she had always been interested in becoming a massage therapist. Since I had a well-paying job, I encouraged her to follow her desire. This was a case, in hindsight, of being careful what we wish for.
Abby applied and was accepted to massage school and was able to attend classes while still holding her position in the doctor’s office. Her office closed at 5 and classes started at 6. Since I was working long hours, it wasn’t like I was sitting at home alone, bored. We would both leave the house around 8 in the morning and return around 9.
Abby’s first few weeks involved learning basic massage therapy skills along with major body muscles. She learned how to find those knots that were causing so much trouble and the differences between deep tissue massage and Swedish massage. Her classes were from Monday to Thursday. Since we never worked late on Fridays, this left us free on Friday nights and weekends.
A few weeks into training, Abby finally started giving massages. Her first “clients” were colleagues. He was exchanging massages under the tutelage of their instructors. In addition, they were giving massages to the instructors so they could get feedback on their techniques. She was also encouraged to give massages to people outside the classroom. As a result, I was able to get several massages (no charge and no tip!) from Abby and a few of her colleagues.
Her class was half male and half female. Abby was the oldest person in the class by at least 10 years. She told me that when they gave massages in class, it was mostly women on women and men on men. After 6 weeks, students were expected to provide massages on Friday evenings and Saturday mornings at school for the general public. It was first come, first served for customers. She usually does 1 or 2 (one hour) massages during each session. At that point in their curriculum, they were no longer in the classroom on Thursday nights.
One of these Thursdays I told Abby that I would be working out of town and probably wouldn’t be home until 11. What I hadn’t factored in was that I would be leaving work at 7 instead of 9 as usual. I didn’t call Abby to tell her, and that decision turned out to be eventful.
We got home and saw another car in our driveway. I didn’t recognize the vehicle as one of our friends, and being the thoughtful man that I am, I parked on the side street and walked to our house. We always entered our house through the kitchen door. The whole back of our house was a deck with windows in the back that looked out into the yard. We have never drawn the blinds on those windows because our yard is very private (high fence, large yard, etc.). As I approached the door, I noticed Abby giving someone a massage. I’m not sure what made me stop at the window to look, but I did. He set up his portable table in our living room with the lights on, candles burning, and muted music coming from the stereo. On the table was a young man, at least he looked young. As I watched, he turned his head so I could see his face and I recognized Steve, one of her classmates. Steve was in his early 20s, slim but fit. The type of body I would describe as athletic, not muscle bound. He was lying face down and Abby was just finishing his legs. He seemed to say something to her, then put his face back into the hole in the table extension intended for it. She continued to move to the far side of his body, working on his left arm and then his back and shoulders.
I assume all or most masseuses have a similar routine or use the same routine for all their clients. I knew he was about to get Steve back so he could finish his routine. During the turn, the therapist usually lifts the edge of the sheet in front of her (or him) and allows the client to turn before covering them again. When Abby did this, I could see that Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, in other words, he was naked under the sheets. Abby had told me that whether or not a client keeps their underwear on is entirely up to them. Obviously, Steve had gone for the “no underwear” look.
After Abby put the sheet back on Steve, I noticed there was a tent in the middle of it. She had discussed it with me as well. She has been warned and has experienced a few times that a male client will have an erection during a massage. Sometimes it was innocent enough, in that they were so relaxed that they were almost oblivious to the reaction. And sometimes, it was because they were turned on, and this needed to be corrected. One of the fixes was to douse the guy with cold water, after warning him of course (he was a customer after all). If that didn’t work, Abby was advised to end the massage immediately.
I saw Abby and Steve discussing something. I just assumed it was about the sheet tent. Then I saw Abby grab a spray bottle and spray Steve’s chest. I saw them both laughing. The only thing I can say about that tent is that I saw it flutter. Then we saw Abby talking to him with her ‘stern’ face. I’m sure she was reading him the riot act. Abby always emphasized with me that she had to be professional with my massage. As much as I wished she would do a little more, she said it was important to keep our sex life separate from her “studies”.
The next movement I saw was Abby giving the tent some sprays. Steve immediately covered his tent with his hands. Again, I heard them both laugh. After a little more talking, I saw Steve reach out to Abby. She started handing him the spray bottle. She lifted the sheet and sprayed his erection. Well, all it seemed to do was wet the area even more. Now he had a wet tent and the outline of his penis was even more pronounced. Then… Steve turned the bottle towards Abby and sprayed her chest a few times. Abby was wearing her massage uniform, a white t-shirt and shorts, and this showed (even to me on the back porch) that she was not wearing a bra. The t-shirt hugged those beautiful breasts and showed how pronounced her nipples were.
Now a fight for the spray bottle ensued. Steve gave a few more sprays to her torso, soaking that t-shirt just a little more. Somehow, during the fight, the sheet had slipped off Steve’s body and the tent was now just a pole, and a strong and impressive pole it was. Without a reference, it was difficult to estimate his length, but Steve was only about 1.70 m. His penis appeared to be “large” for his size.
As I said before, Abby has always had an intense sex drive. He said a few things to Steve and I saw him hand the water bottle. She then resumed her massage, but did NOT change the sheet. He worked on his shoulders, then did something I don’t remember ever doing to me. She worked his pecs, even going so far as to pinch his nipples.
Finally, it goes down to the right leg. He is now sitting with his back to me and as a result I can’t see his actions, but I know he is using both hands and massaging the large muscles of his thigh. She moved a little lower to his knee, and facing his upper torso, brought her hands up to his thigh. Unlike the massages she gives me, though, I see her hands go a little higher in the groin area, and I see that the cock has made another jump. He doesn’t have much to do on the front of his shin, so he works his way around the table to work on his other thigh, going through the same routine. This time though, she’s facing me and I can see her hands working and just how high up her thigh those hands go. And from that side, I could see every time that cock made a little jump.
Abby repeated the motion of facing her torso and massaging the front and sides of her thigh, again going a little higher than normal. Then, he bent down and took that magnificent phallus into his mouth. I watched her work her magic and play with his testicles. I saw Steve reach forward so he could caress my wife’s beautiful breasts through that wet t-shirt. Abby moved a little closer so that it would be easier for her to touch those spheres. Then she stood up and took off her shirt and Steve could see what was driving me so crazy…the most perfect set of breasts for any 47 year old woman. They are still proud after all these years and the nipples are as erect as I have ever seen them. After shifting her position a bit so that her body was closer to her upper torso, Steve was able to lay back on the table as he began to give her his own type of massage.
As Abby resumed licking his cock and testicles, Steve massaged her breasts with his left hand while his right hand roamed over the rest of her bare body. Then he reached around and stroked her ass, that glorious ass. I saw her make a small movement and she managed to start rubbing between her legs. By now, I knew it was wet. Her pussy was as wet as the t-shirt that may have started this whole thing (or was it the tent?).
I saw Steve make the move to try to unbutton her shorts, but it was too awkward. He let my Abby make his job easier. Keeping her lips wrapped around that tent pole, she reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, unzipping them and sliding them down. There was my beautiful wife, naked like the day she was born (no underwear on either…must be an option for the therapist too), giving a world-class cock to a young man in MY house.
What I saw next, I swear was a “tap out” like in wrestling matches on TV. I saw Steve tap her on the shoulder and he and Abby switched places. He was now the massage therapist and she was the client…again, no sheets, no underwear. But instead of starting at her shoulders, Steve moved down to her legs and continued to take her down the table until her ass reached the edge. She bent down and, with her legs on his shoulders, began to taste that wonderful track. I knew what was living, one of the sweetest nectars ever produced. I was a little jealous and extremely turned on.
Steve worked on those lips for a few minutes before standing up. With her legs still resting on his chest, did I see her lips moving, speaking? asking? I’m really not sure what he was saying.
It was now 10:30. Abby was waiting for me at home around 11. I saw her looking at our mantel clock and whispering something to Steve. He tickled her, then they parted, looking for their clothes. That was my cue, to sneak out, get back into my car and try to get back shortly after 11. When I did, our driveway was empty and I pulled into the garage. I went in the back door as usual and called out to Abby to let her know I was home. The massage table was no longer set up and everything looked normal in our living room.
Abby came out of our bedroom, wrapped in a towel, obviously from a quick shower. I walked up to her and gave her a long kiss, told her how much I missed her and that I couldn’t think of anything but making love to her on my long drive home. She smiled shyly and led me into our bedroom. After removing her towel and clothes, the first thing I did was lay my wife on her back, lift her legs over my shoulders and bring her to an amazing orgasm (I swear I blew her minds!) with my tongue.
I might have to work late again next Thursday.
