Massage from my wife’s friend
My back had been hurting for some time. Actually,ALL I had been in pain for some time. With all the crazy hours I’d been working, I hadn’t exercised in months and felt exhausted. I would wake up stiff as a knot and every day of physical inactivity only made things worse.
The fact that my stress levels were off the charts didn’t help either. My company was going through a transition that effectively doubled everyone’s workload. Worst of all, my wife was in the middle of a career change, and with her crazy new schedule, we only saw each other a few hours a day at best.
She’s been suggesting for a while that I schedule a massage with her friend Bryn, saying it would be good for me. I thought it was a good idea, but I was a little hesitant. I injured my neck a few years ago and was kind of scared that someone would handle me too hard. But my wife kept insisting that her friend was really good (she gave my wife a few massages in the short time they were friends) so I finally gave in and was now going to Bryn’s house for an hour.
Bryn greeted me at the door with a smile. (According to my wife, I met Bryn and her husband at a party last year, but I sure didn’t remember doing that). She was quite tall, with brown hair and a dark complexion that I could not identify; not Greek, not Italian, I would have guessed some sort of Asian mix. He was wearing a bulky, expensive-looking maroon tracksuit and a pair of flip-flops.
I extended my hand:
– Hi, I am…
He cut me off, laughing.
– I know who you are. Don’t you remember we met at Dave’s party last year?
I couldn’t remember, but I thought it would be rude to say so, so I went with it.
– Oh yes, now I remember!
She laughed.
– Come on in. The spa is in the back.
– Oh, sorry, I didn’t know…
– It’s not Alright. It has its own entrance on the side, but we can go through the basement.
She led me inside and I walked through her kitchen and down into her basement. From there it was only a few steps to a door that she opened to reveal a home spa with dark painted walls, candles, and in the center of the room, a massage table.
– Can I get you something? she asked. Coffee? What do you have? The water?
– No, I’m fine, I answered.
He motioned to a small chair against the back wall.
– Ok, well, then why don’t we have a quick chat about what we’re going to do today and then we’ll get started. Sounds good?
– Sure.
I agreed and took a seat. She sat down next to me and spoke directly to me, letting me get a good look at her features. She was actually very pretty; with deep, intense eyes, a small nose, and a full set of dark pink lips.
– So Susan is telling me you’ve never had a massage before?
– This is correct.
– Any particular reason why you didn’t?
– Um, not really, I just didn’t. I injured my neck a few years ago, that’s probably one of the reasons I didn’t do it. I was worried someone would be too harsh on it.
– Then I’ll make sure to be careful when I work on the neck. Other reasons?
– Uh, no, not really…
– It’s just that some guys are a little uncomfortable to work on.
– Seriously? Why?
– Mostly out of embarrassment. A massage involvesMOREtouch, obviously, that most guys are not used to. Then there’s the fact that you’re more or less empty in front of a total stranger. Many guys find it hard to relax because of this, and if you are not relaxed during the massage, you will not enjoy it.
None of what she was saying crossed my mind before she mentioned it, but now that amentioned this, i think i started to feel a little anxious. I tried to laugh.
– I think I’ll be fine.
She smiled.
– Are you sure?
– Yes. No big deal, right?
– Right! There’s no reason to be embarrassed, but a lot of guys are.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
– Like when your back hurts. Most of the time, it is not the back that is the source of the problem, but the legs and buttocks. So, to remove the tension, these muscles need to be worked.
– Well, that sounds good, I said.
– It is not like that? But I can’t tell you how many guys, once I tell them I’m going to have to work their asses, which usually means I have toi see him… they get weird.
I guess I could see why that would freak some guys out, though I didn’t see what the big deal was.
– Who cares? Everyone has one, right? You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all!
– Right! she agreed.
– I must warn you though, mine is not a nice place!
I laughed again.
– So, you’re okay with that, right? I just want to make sure.
– Yes. It’s not a big deal.
– Okay, then why don’t we get started? Go and undress, lie face down on the table with your head in the support and pull the towel over your bottom.
– Even if you’re going to see him later, right? I joked.
– Right! she laughed. Go ahead and get ready and I’ll be right back.
She walked out, closing the door behind her. I quickly undressed, lay down on the table and pulled the towel over me. I squirmed a bit, placing my face properly in the headrest, when I heard her knock on the door.
– Ready? she asked.
– Done, I answered.
I heard her come back and close the door. Being face down, I could see nothing now but the floor, but I noticed when he turned off the lights a moment later. I heard her humming softly to herself and moving something around.
– Is it warm enough for you? she asked, suddenly right next to me.
– Yes I’m good.
– I usually have something soothing, like rainforest sounds. It’s fine?
– Yes, sure, that’s fine.
I heard her go, then a few seconds later I heard some very soothing rainforest sounds starting up. After that, I heard a noise and realized that he was using an electric lighter to light all the candles in the room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and heard her speak again.
– Ok, I’ll start with your neck, relax, I’ll be very gentle.
And it was. He started slowly, running his palms along my neck, then gently pressing his fingertips into the nape of my neck.
– What do you say about this? she asked. Isn’t that too cool?
– No, it’s perfect, I answered.
He did this for about five minutes, just working the muscles, over and over and over. Looking down through the headrest, I noticed two things; firstly, that she took off her flip flops and secondly, that she had very nice legs. They were small and dark with a perfect French manicure.
Then he worked my shoulders, making wide, circular motions with both hands. She pressed with the bridge of her palm, working deep into the muscle but not grinding into the bone at all. Then she was on my back, her hands working deep into the muscles and attacking every knot.
I moaned when it hit a particularly hard spot and she laughed.
– much tension there!
– Oh yes, I answered.
– Just relax, let me handle everything.
She did about ten more minutes of backtracking before I heard her say:
– Ok, I’m going to move the towel down a bit and work on your ass a bit. OK?
– Ok, I said.
She pulled the towel back and massaged my bottom with the same intensity as she did my shoulders and back. It hurt a little at first, but after a minute or two it started to feel great.
She was kneading really hard, working really hard, and I could hear her breathing harder and harder the harder she got. In fact, at one point, I suddenly felt his breath on my back and tensed.
She stopped.
– I’m sorry, did it hurt?
– No, just a twitch, you know. I feel tight in that area!
– I know, it’s like a solid knot! Susan said you’ve been under a lot of stress lately.
– That’s right, between work and her at school so much…
– Well, now is your chance to relax and let all the stress go away. I’m going to go down a bit now.
She placed a hand on each buttock. He placed his thumb right where my thigh and ass connected and kneaded, balancing his hands on the back of my thighs. The pressure was firm but it felt great, so good in fact that I was actually starting to doze off! But what happened next woke me up in a hurry!
I felt his hands working lower and lower and felt his thumbs gradually move inwards on my thighs until they finally touchedthe place. You know which one, the one under my testicles! She pressed hard with both thumbs and I moaned in spite of myself.
– Did it hurt? she asked.
– No, just the opposite, I said.
– Ok, just let me know. I know it’s a sensitive area.
He had no idea! I was almost panting from a mixture of intense pain and undeniable pleasure. No one, not even my wife, had touched that place before. Which got me thinking, should I touch it now? I mean, it wasn’t very sexual at all (probably because of the painful part), but still…
He must have sensed what I was thinking, because he said:
– I know this is a sensitive area, but if you can, try not to tense up when I do this. The best thing is to try to relax your body as much as possible.
– OK dar…
– But?
I was about to ask her if she thought this was appropriate, but then I realized it must be, since she’d made such a big deal about people being embarrassed and all. Plus, she really wasn’t touching my penis or testicles, just that area underneath, which was really as much on my leg as anything else. So I let it go and tried to relax.
– Nothing, it’s just sensitive, like you said.
– This place is always sensitive. There’s a whole bunch of muscles between your legs and your bottom and lower back that never get any exercise, so they’re always in one big knot. Also, this area here…, she continued again in the same spot, This is one of your chakras.
– What?
– Your chakra. Your body has seven main points in the body where energy originates from, called ‘Chakre’. They are kind of nerve centers, in different places of your body. When they come out of attack, you feel it.
– You’re not kidding, I said.
She continued to work the area with her thumbs, first in circles, then in straight, up and down strokes, harder and harder and finally slower and slower.
– Your thighs seem to be where you have the most stress. I’m going to work on your legs a little bit, and then we’ll do more on the front of your thighs later.
– Sounds good, I moaned.
I’ve never worked my legs before, but it felt almost as good as when she worked that spot between my legs. He dug into my soles, worked my heels, and pulled my toes for what seemed like forever. I was in heaven and this time I actually dozed off.
I woke up to her whispering next to my ear.
– Ok, I’m going to have you come back now.
Drowsily, I rolled over. I looked up at her and noticed that she had taken off her tracksuit and was now wearing a tiny t-shirt and a pair of shorts. It was the first real look I got at her figure and I had to admit it was good. Those cute soles supported perfectly tanned legs and her t-shirt strained to hold what appeared to be at least one set of C cups.
He smiled at me, then reached down and poured himself a fresh handful of oil. Then he took his other hand and folded the end of my towel up, exposing most of my legs, almost to the top of my thighs. He bent over me and placed a hand on each thigh, about 2 inches above the knee, thumbs in, fingers pointing out. Her fingers dug into my inner thighs as her fingers worked the tops. He slowly worked my legs, slowly but surely rising.
I felt her reach the edge of the towel, where I thought she would stop, but she slipped her hands underneath and continued to work her way up. In a second, her hands were more or less trapped around my testicles and she dug her thumbs into the area below them and pushed in, rubbing the area over and over in a circular motion. The pressure was intense, almost painful, but it felt great at the same time, just like when he had done the same thing on the other side.
He stopped, stood up straight, and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.
– Ok, um, for the next part, I have to go a little higher. It’s good?
I was feeling so good that I couldn’t even understand what she was asking.
– Above?
She smiled and gave her hands a little squeeze.
– Yes.
She shrugged.
– I need to rub your testicles a little. It’s fine?
What could I say? I mean, of course I haveWANTEDto do it, but thisHADto exceed the limit, right?
– Well, that’s fine, except that area is a little, uh,familiar, Know?
– Know. You just have oneheapof stress down there, and I’m trying to work it out. But if you’re not comfortable with that, we can skip that area.
– I’m comfortable with it, but that area qualifies as “just another body part”?
She nodded.
– Sure you do. Remember, it’s all just muscle, this is just a massage, just relieving muscle tension. It’s like going to the doctor.
If they had come at it in a different way, I probably would have stopped there. But there was nothing sexual about her approach. She seemed genuinely, sincerely coming at it from a strictly professional point of view. So I gave in.
– All right.
– All right? she asked.
– Yes, I’m ok with that.
– Good. I promise I’ll be gentle.
He reached under the towel and I don’t know what I expected but man he went at my boys with all his might! She placed a hand on either side of my scrotum, took one testicle in each hand and began to roll them between her thumb and fingers, kneading them quite roughly.
He looked at me.
– It’s not too hard, is it? she asked.
It was, but I felt awkward saying so, so I just replied:
– It’s not Alright.
– Ok, just let me know.
He gently tugged on my scrotum, a little to one side, then the other, then back to kneading. Then he reached out, pressed my scrotum and rolled it with his palm. On the one hand, it kind of hurt, on the other hand, it was the best pain I’ve ever felt. And for the first time in the entire episode, I started to feel something move. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything but the hot girl massaging my testicles but it was no use and I felt myself getting hard.
It didn’t help that her hands gradually went higher and higher until she was right where my scrotum met my cock. Maybe I could have resisted just that, but now her fingers had to push the shaft up.
What do I do now? I thought. Do I just close my eyes and pretend it’s not happening? I apologize? I opened my eyes and looked at the towel. It could not be denied; my erection had created a pretty good sized tent.
I looked up at her and realized she noticed.
– I’m sorry, I told him, shyly.
She shook her head.
– Don’t mind. It’s a perfectly natural reaction, he smiled a little. Just relax and let whatever happens happen.
It took a minute for that to sink in. She was just trying to keep me from feeling embarrassed or actually, he encouraged me to become strong? Maybe he was just saying that if it happened to happen, it wasn’t a big deal? I couldn’t tell!
And was he going to tell Susan? I doubted it, but still, if it turned out she was trying to be professional, and I fell in love… and Christ, didn’t she have a husband or something? Was he going to come bursting through the door?
– Actually, I concentrated a lot, trying tonot this happens! I said.
She smiled.
– Don’t worry about it. Just let yourself relax completely. Let nature take its course.
Ok, I thought, it wasn’t “Let whatever happens, happen”, it was an encouragement! That was herwho encouraged me to become strong!
I weighed the situation in my head for a moment, then thought I’d go ahead and ask. Better not to have misunderstandings!
– Do you mean: “If it happens, it happens”? Or you say “Go ahead andleave to happen”?
She answered quickly.
– I say go ahead and let it happen.
– Let him get… hard? I asked.
She nodded.
– Yes. Relax and let it go.
– I just didn’t want to freak you out or anything, you know, since everything is supposed to be non-sexual.
– He’s still nonsexual, she replied, pulling her hands away. See what I’ve done, is I’ve driven all the tension out of your body to this one place, from your shoulders to your feet, and then back to this area. That’s the nice thing about this technique, is that we can centralize everything in one place and then solve it completely.
– Makes sense, I said. (Hey, he did!) I didn’t mean to be inappropriate or anything. I mean, I know you’re married…and I had visions of you having lunch with Susan and saying, “You know what your pervert husband did?
She laughed.
– It is not normal. Don’t fight.
She smiled slightly.
– I thought he must have held you back. That is, unless you have a problem or something, usuallythere is no way like thisto not it happens, once that particular combination of places has been touched for so long. But I understand you. You’ve been stressed lately.
Great, I thought. Now she thinks I’m impotent!
– No, believe me, it was necessaryfor a long time focus so it doesn’t happen!
She giggled.
“That explains everything,” she said, her fingers moving up a little more. But now I need you to relax. And what will happen is that everything, all your stress, will flow right there.
Well, that’s it, I thought. It doesn’t get any clearer than that. I sat still and tried to relax and let “whatever happens” but as soon as I did I felt myself go limp! I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but my guy was still shrinking!
– Here, she said, stopping. That should help you.
And with that, she crossed her arms around her waist and pulled her shirt up and took it off, revealing what had to be the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. False, obviously, but still incredible; two perfectly round, perfectly solid C cups.
– What are you doing? I asked, almost out of breath.
He dropped his t-shirt on the floor, then took off my towel and grabbed my cock with both hands.
– Shhh. It’s fine. Take and look at my chest. That should help you toughen up.
Did he think I needed help? He didn’t know how hard it had been for menot I’m getting hot! But I’ll tell you, as soon as her hands gripped my cock and I took one look at those perfect tits, all bets were off and I felt my cock start to grow again.
– That’s it, she said. See? I knew it would help you.
– It’s not that I need help… I started.
– Oh, I don’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, well, you know, there’s usually no way a sane guy can’t see some breasts and get turned on.
It was so wrong, I told myself. Or wasn’t it? Wasn’t it just a massage? I looked up at the ceiling, suddenly very guilty.
“Keep looking right here,” she said, taking one hand from my cock and placing it on her left breast. Don’t fight it. Let yourself become strong.
Looking at that chest was going to make you hard and stay hard pretty easily! It must have been obvious in my eyes, because she giggled:
– I know what you’re thinking and yes, they are fake.
– They are beautiful, I muttered.
– Thank you, he replied smiling.
Now there was no turning back, she had both hands firmly around my cock and was doing incredible things to it; hand-over-hand strokes, long two-handed strokes, slow and strong, then soft. I closed my eyes, (I couldn’t see well anyway) and let out a deep moan.
– That’s it, just let all your stress go, she said.
I stood up a little, opened my eyes and looked directly into hers, which were dark and fierce. She was breathing as hard as I was at this point. I looked at those huge breasts again, then I looked back at her, and then I laid back down on the table.
I didn’t want the experience to end, but I was starting to feel the tremors… I put my hand on hers.
– Wait, stop.
– Should I stop, she asked.
I could hardly speak.
– If you keep… doing this… what I mean is… maybe I should… go into the other room and… you know…?
– Shh, she said. It’s not Alright. When you’re ready, go aheadand let it go.
That was too much! Did he really say…?
– You…want me to…ejaculate? I asked.
– Mm-hm. Here, actually, she said, stopping and pulling her hair back behind her head in a ponytail.
She grabbed me again, then bent down so that her face and breasts were only an inch away from my cock.
– When you’re ready, go ahead and release all your stress on me.
I almost shouted!
– You mean… you want me to… ejaculate on you?
She nodded, placing one hand on my testicles as she continued to work my cock with the other.
– Mm-hmm. Ejaculating after a massage is probably the best stress reliever a man can get, especially if he’s ejaculating on someone. The combination of touch and sight to transfer all your stress to someone else makes it the best experience possible.
She was still talking, but I couldn’t hear a word. I felt like I was about to explode. I clung and grunted and watched as a huge pile of thick white cum came out of Bryn’s neck and onto her breasts. I would have continued to look, but I had nothing left and I fell back with a thud.
She continued to work my shaft for a few more minutes, slower and slower, then stopped and used the towel she had taken from me to wipe her neck and chest. He placed it on the edge of the table and started rubbing my belly with both hands in a very soft way. Finally, he looked up at me and smiled.
– Did that help you release all that stress? she asked.
I nodded.
– Oh, yes, I muttered. Is this… a common technique?
She shrugged.
– Um, it depends. Some people are not very comfortable with this. Usually I probably wouldn’t, it usually depends on how well I know the client and their stress level. In this case, I know Susan, I know you, and I could see how stressed you were, so, you know, it’s not a big deal.
He moved to the front of the table above my head and started massaging my scalp.
A wave of guilt suddenly hit me.
– I guess I probably shouldn’t tell Susan that, huh?
She smiled.
– Uh, I’ll leave that up to you. But don’t worry; I’m not going to mention that or anything else.
– Ok, she said, grabbing her t-shirt from the floor and slipping it back on. I finished.
She put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a big smile.
– Stay as long as you need and then go out the back door, okay? And tell Susan I said hi!
