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Subject: Kathryn Gives a Massage (NEW STORY) (FF/M, hand job, wife)
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WARNING.  This erotic fiction is intended for adults.  Don't read any
further unless you are one.  










KATHRYN GIVES A MASSAGE

Kathryn sat alone on the massage table, wearing only a white terrycloth
robe, her red curls drying in the air.  Her clothes hung neatly on hangers
in the dressing room next to the shower.  She should be getting dressed. 
She had had enough new experiences for one day.  Her last couple of visits
to the massage parlor had been eventful enough for a whole year -- no,
fifteen years, she admitted.  That's how long she had been married with
only her husband ever touching her sexually.  Now, in the space of two
months she had been rubbed to climax by a strange man, and had had sex --
there was no other word for it, however much she wracked her brain for one
-- sex with another woman.  

It seemed such a natural, gentle progression each time.  First, skilled
hands rubbing the tension from her muscles, then an "accidental" sexual
tickle of some kind.  Finally, when her relaxation was deepest and her
resistance weakest, they had taken liberties with her.  That's the story
she told herself, anyway.  That she had been a more than willing
participant she could not, would not accept.  The memories of her spreading
her legs for that young man's touch, or, worse, slurping hungrily at her
blonde masseuse's crotch belonged to another person.  That may have been
her body, but it was not really the wife and mother she knew herself to be
in reality.  If her husband had known what he was starting with that gift
certificate!  One free massage!  Kathryn blew, as if her confusion and
guilt could be snuffed like a candle flame.

In the afterglow of her massage session with Jane, she had allowed herself
to be talked into watching her masseuse give a massage to a man.  Any
minute the pretty, well-toned blonde would be walking through the door to
lead her to another room from which she could watch the performance like
some kind of peeping tom.  Jane had mentioned something about "what she did
for a tip and what she did for pleasure" being two different things. 
Kathryn doubted that Jane would have sex for money, but it seemed she could
be certain of nothing anymore.  Not even her own sexual orientation. 
Kathryn hadn't really agreed to it, and now that the other woman was gone,
she seemed to be able to think more clearly.  All she had to do was to put
on her clothes and leave.  And never come back.  Everyone was entitled to
experiment once, she told herself.  Now it was time to get back to normal. 
And normal certainly did not include spying on a strange man getting a
massage.  

Kathryn stood up to walk over to the dressing room, but at that moment Jane
bustled in, dressed in an identical white robe.  "This is Stephanie," Jane
said with a twinkle in her eye, apparently introducing a very surprised
Kathryn to the man who followed her in.  Kathryn involuntarily pulled her
robe tight around her throat.  She opened her mouth to say something, but
it suddenly felt so dry that it seemed the words got stuck.  "Stephanie,
this is Mark.  I told him that you were a new girl in training, and he has
no objections to you watching how it's done."  A smile brightened Mark's
handsome face.  He was about Kathryn's age, an athletic, even muscular
build visible above the towel hung around his slim waist.    

"Hi, Stephanie," he said, a genuinely friendly tone in his voice.  His eyes
lingered on her red hair, then flicked to her naked legs below the short
robe before meeting her eyes again.  Despite herself, the appreciation in
his eyes made Kathryn feel good.  But appreciated or not, this is not what
she had agreed to.

"Jane, I can't do this," she said, with an embarrassed smile for Mark.  She
caught a hint of amusement in his dark eyes before he glanced away,
obviously not wanting to become a part of whatever was going to happen
between the redhead and blonde.  

"Sure you can, Stephanie," Jane soothed good-naturedly.  "It's just cold
feet, that's all.  You're licensed, you can do it.  Just remember
everything you've learned."  Kathryn felt that comment was intended to have
one meaning for Mark, but another for her.  "Besides, you're just
observing.  You've got to start somewhere if you're going to work for us." 


Kathryn meant to give her a determined stare, but when she saw those blue
eyes sparkle back at her, something in her didn't want to disappoint. 
Besides, it would be difficult to leave now without an embarrassing scene. 
Perhaps it would be much easier to just go along with the prank.  After
all, that's what this was, a girlish prank.  It wasn't that big of a deal. 
She could stand there and watch the masseuse give a  rubdown, and whatever
she didn't want to see she could just not look at.  Once she got out of
this place, she would never come back, she decided, but Jane had trapped
her in an awkward situation.  It wasn't her fault, she told herself.  With
a sigh, Kathryn nibbled her lower lip submissively and nodded her head.

"That's better," Jane said brightly.  "See, Mark, I told you she'd be shy. 
We're going to try to make this a real positive experience for everyone.  I
really appreciate your willingness to help out."

"That's no problem at all," Mark said, visibly cheered by Kathryn's
agreement to stay.  He gave her another look, one that made the redhead
fear she would blush.  

"Okay," Kathryn said, to cover her embarrassment.  "Let's get started."

"That's the spirit, Kath -- Stephanie," Jane said, barely keeping from
laughter.  She removed her robe to reveal the leotard beneath.  That
reminded Kathryn that she was naked beneath her own robe, and her hands
tugged at the securing ties uncomfortably.

Jane had Mark lie on the table face down, the towel modestly covering his
hips.  As Jane's strong hands went to work, she was a model of
professionalism.  The broad, tanned, shoulders of the man on the table were
so different from Kathryn's, but the masseuse worked them just as
thoroughly.  Every once in awhile, the man gave a little grunt of pleasure,
or mumbled some encouragement.  After fifteen minutes, Kathryn felt like
laughing at her earlier misgivings.  The worst she had to fear from this
session was boredom, it seemed.  

After back and arms had been thoroughly worked over, Jane began on his
legs.  They were as muscular as the rest of him, the calf-muscles so
well-defined as to look almost chiseled.  Jane moved her hands up the backs
of his thick thighs, but only slightly higher than the bottom of the
covering towel.  By the time Kathryn thought Jane was ready for him to turn
over, over a half-hour had passed.  A sheen of sweat covered the blonde's
tanned skin where it was exposed by the high-cut leotard.  Kathryn felt a
touch of admiration for the woman's skill and confidence.

Suddenly, Jane looked up at Kathryn, her face carefully expressionless. 
"If you want me to do the rest of you, I'm going to have to remove this
towel," she told the man on the table matter-of-factly.  Kathryn felt she
was looking for some reaction, and was determined not to give her one.

"That's okay," came the expected reply.  Carefully, Jane removed the towel
that covered his hips, so that the man lay completely naked.  Despite
herself, Kathryn stared at the tight little pale mounds of his buttocks. 
Jane's hands smoothed oil onto them until they glistened, then began
kneading them vigorously.  The sight was undeniably erotic, but Kathryn did
try to deny it.  She noticed that she was nibbling her lower lip again, and
stopped.  

"Stephanie, part of massage is mechanical – the breaking down of toxins in
the muscles," Jane lectured as she worked.  "But it's just as important to
create a feeling of well-being, of pleasure.  So I always like to follow up
the aggressive techniques with a light fingertip stroking."  She began
demonstrating that technique, and Kathryn didn't have to be told how good
it felt.  She wondered if it would have the same effect on this man as it
had on her.  She watched the blonde lightly run her fingers down the back
of the man's thigh, then calf, and back up the other leg.  She finished
each circuit by lightly dragging a finger along the cleft between those
tight buttocks.  After a while she began tracing her invisible lines of
pleasure along the insides of his thighs, and he shifted his position a
little so that his legs were parted.  

"Here, you try," Jane said.  Kathryn had no thought of pretending not to
react to that.  Her green eyes grew wide and she shook her head from side
to side so vigorously that her red curls shook.  Jane ignored her and
grabbed her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.  Rather than get into an
embarrassing wrestling match with the woman in the middle of a massage,
Kathryn closed her eyes and allowed the other woman to place her hand on
the man's rear.  Her fingers were stiff as Jane moved them down the back of
his thigh.  "Try loosening up a little," her instructor coached.  "How can
you alleviate tension if you are tense yourself?"  With a
make-the-best-of-it attitude, Kathryn did relax her hand, and allow her
fingers to conform to the contours of his body.  But she shot a bitter look
at the other woman.  "That's better," Jane commented, smiling back.

After a few guided circuits, Kathryn found herself falling into the rhythm.
 To her surprise, she continued the light massage even after Jane released
her hand.  There was an innocent sensuousness to the feel of oil and motion
on firm flesh.  She even allowed herself, as if by accident, to caress the
insides of his thighs a couple of times, and, most surprising of all,
stroke his oiled ass in a manner calculated more to arouse than relax.  But
going that far broke the spell she had been under, and suddenly she blushed
and pulled her hand away.  She recognized the spell as her own sexual
arousal, and remembered where that had gotten her before.  Jane looked at
her approvingly though.  She covered him back up with the towel.

"Alright," she said in a voice that managed to be both cheerful and sexy. 
"You want to turn over now?"

The man, Mark, hesitated for a moment, then, taking care to keep the towel
in place, rolled over.   Kathryn noticed oiled muscles flexing as he did
so.  When he laid on his back, he kept one knee slightly bent and his eyes
closed.  Jane winked at Kathryn, and said "You just lay back and relax
now," while pushing the knee down.  Instantly, one question was answered. 
The bulge beneath the towel that he had tried in vain to conceal said the
light massage had indeed had the same effect on him that it had had on
Kathryn earlier.  Kathryn looked away, but stole sidelong glances at the
impressive presence stirring beneath the towel.

The redhead felt flushed – indeed a blush was spreading from her face down
toward her breasts.  This was the most difficult part of the experience to
justify yet.  She wasn't being seduced by experienced hands and ancient
techniques now.  She was on her own feet, and making a series of choices,
one by one, that were leading to something wrong.  She had been the last
one to touch the man, and she was responsible, at least in part, for that
twitching bulge beneath his towel.  Bringing pleasure to another woman
could be chalked up to once-in-a-lifetime experimentation permitted by
unique circumstances.  But deliberately stroking a strange man until he
began to get hard – and allowing herself to get aroused as well – that was
dangerously close to adultery.  She crossed her arms beneath her breasts
and watched Jane work on his broad chest and ribcage for several minutes,
but her eyes kept trailing over that tanned, flat belly down to where –
thankfully – the bulge had become less prominent.

Many minutes passed until the massage was apparently ending; Jane was
finishing the front of his thighs, and there had been no further stirrings
beneath the towel.  The man could have been sleeping, for all Kathryn knew.
 But then Jane spoke, and butterflies sprouted in Kathryn's stomach as she
realized the massage was not over.  "If you want me to finish off with a
light massage, we're going to need to get rid of this," she said, tugging
at the towel.  Jane gave the shocked redhead a smile that plainly asked
"now what are you going to do?"  Kathryn's wide green eyes held no answer.

The man raised up on his elbows, his abdominal muscles visibly tightening
with the movement.  He looked very relaxed, almost sleepy, and smiled at
the two women.  "That's fine with me," he said with a wink at Kathryn, who
could only swallow nervously in response.  Jane quickly removed the towel
and Kathryn's eyes fell to see a long, thick penis lying semi-erect against
his thigh.  It was larger than her husband's even in this state.  Her mouth
dropped open, but then she realized that the owner of that oversized tool
was looking her in the eyes.  She stepped back so that his gaze was blocked
by Jane, and he settled back down on his back.  When Kathryn peeked again,
his eyes were closed, and he wore an expectant smile.  

"This is going way too far," Kathryn whispered angrily.  She didn't know
which made her more angry: Jane's twisted sense of humor or her own sexual
attraction to this naked stranger.

"That's right, Stephanie," Jane replied loudly.  "You're standing too far
away.  Move up a little closer."" The woman could hardly keep from laughing
out loud.  "We're going to do just like we did before, ever so lightly . .
."  Jane rubbed the man's flat belly with oil, and his penis twitched as it
lay on his thigh.  After a few sensuous minutes in the vicinity of his
navel, Jane began working her tanned hands across the pale band of skin
usually hidden by a swimsuit when the rest of him was getting tanned, and
down the front of his thighs.  

Within a half-dozen strokes, Kathryn watched the man's member grow both in
thickness and length, until it was no longer laying down.  It arced lazily
to one side like a powerful animal waking up hungry after a nap.  There was
no longer any question of Kathryn not being excited by seeing this.  This
was a very good-looking man, and he had noticed her in a pleasant way, and
his cock was – Kathryn sighed.  It was magnificent, she admitted guiltily. 
She was breathing hard just from looking at it.  It was a lucky woman who
felt that stretching her pussy on a regular basis, she thought, not even
pretending to herself to still be the good wife caught in a bad situation. 
Her anger had been consumed by more powerful feelings.  

"Here Stephanie," Jane invited.  "You seemed to do a good job on this part
last time – she did do a good job, didn't she?"  Mark chuckled
appreciatively.  "You take over for a bit.  After all, you're the one being
trained.  You don't mind if this lovely redhead strokes you awhile, do you
Mark?"  Mark shook his head with a drawn-out, smiling no.  Kathryn
pretended to be upset, but felt like a bird hypnotized by a snake.  Jane
didn't even have to guide her this time.  

For an instant, Kathryn's hand looked strange to her, pale against the
stranger's tanned, muscled belly.  That was certainly not a sight she had
seen in the marital bed, nor was likely to.  Her husband was fit, but this
man had sculpted his body to delight a woman's eye.  Even odder was the
picture of her hand next to that lolling monster of a cock as she caressed
the front of his hips, and down his thighs.  She hadn't even dreamed men
came that big.  She found herself wanting to please him, to bring pleasure
to that lazy animal, to wake it up and make it stand at attention for her. 
As she moved her hand back up the inside of his thigh, she allowed her
fingertips to tickle his balls as they moved past.  That brought a twitch. 
 She applied a little pressure as she moved her hand in an arc across the
root of his belly, a bare inch above the base of his cock.  She could feel
his pubic hair beneath her palm.  Then she slipped her hand right down the
crease of his groin, rubbing the whole side of her hand against his balls. 
That caused more of a surge than a twitch, and there was a little less
curve and a little more length.  A good start, but she wanted more.  She'd
have to be forgiven, because this was not something she was going to walk
away from.  

The man had tilted his head to one side so he could steal glimpses of her. 
Kathryn grew even more aroused by the idea that he was watching her do what
she was doing  – seeing her and his growing cock at the same time.  That
big cock was getting stiff for her.  She knew her own body was getting just
as ready to take it inside of her, too.  That, at least, though, was surely
just a fantasy.  Still, her body didn't know that.  She was wet enough to
lubricate even all of those thick inches.  As it finally became fully erect
under her teasing, she wondered if she could physically accommodate it.  It
might have been almost twice as long as her husband's, and much thicker. 
Somewhere inside her, the good wife protested that it wasn't fair to
compare cock sizes, but comparison was inevitable.  

Her wish to see it standing rigid at attention on its own was not going to
happen, she realized.  This thing was just too big to stick up as stiff as
her husband's smaller member.  She felt sure that gravity would keep a
slight arc to it no matter how excited he became.  Even so, it was plenty
stiff enough to ram right into the mouth of her womb.  Now that she had him
fully erect, Kathryn was at a loss for what to do next.  She gave a
glassy-eyed look toward Jane, who winked.

"I feel a little uncomfortable," the blonde said, moving against the side
of the table.  She ran a finger under the neckline of her leotard,
obviously putting on some kind of demonstration for her client.  The
meaning became clear quickly when she asked the man,  "Can you think of
some way you could help me get more comfortable?"   Mark smiled, catching
on, and peeled the top of her leotard down, exposing her large, tanned
breasts.  Jane finished the job by wriggling out of the rest of it.  She
stood nude under the man's gaze.  Before Kathryn even noticed his hand
move, he had tugged her robe open as well, catching a glimpse of her pale
breasts and red-orange pubic hair before she snatched it closed again. 
"It's okay, Stephanie," Jane said softly.  "Mark's going to be a gentleman.
 Why don't you play along with us?  Nothing is going to happen to you."  As
if her will was no longer entirely her own, Kathryn let the robe fall open,
offering a tantalizing view of her body for the man's appreciation.  At
Jane's encouraging gesture, she shrugged off the robe entirely, and stood
as completely naked as the other two.  Her nipples stiffened in the air,
and Kathryn had a happy thought that that made her look sexier.  The
stranger's delighted smile gave her confidence a boost that she thought
might last years.

"We can't do anything illegal, of course," Jane said in a sultry voice, as
much for Kathryn's benefit as the man's.  "All we can do is massage."  She
leaned forward and dragged a breast against his bobbing cock.  He groaned
with pleasure at the long-denied contact.  "You want to be . . . massaged,
don't you?"  

"Oh yes," he answered.  Jane nuzzled the beast, and for a moment, Kathryn
thought she was going to take it into her mouth.  Evidently, so did Mark,
because he raised up and gasped.  The head grew as big as a plum, and left
a trail of clear fluid where it the tip brushed against her cheek.
  
Kathryn felt his neediness as her own.  It was crying for friction of some
kind.  And her hand ached to touch it.  She wanted to see if she could
close her hand around it; she wanted to feel its pulse.  She reached out
her hand and ran a finger down its length.  A part of her couldn't believe
that she was touching a strange man's cock.  That she wanted it so badly
that merely jacking it off would leave her disappointed for the rest of her
life.  Her hand looked tiny against that dark beast, like a child's.  Jane
smiled at her and closed her strong, tanned hand around Kathryn's trembling
pale one, causing the redhead to grasp the man's circumference lightly. 
Her fingers barely reached around it.  It felt so good to hold.  Kathryn
imagined she could feel the male vitality pulsing into her just from the
touch.  Jane reached out and drew Kathryn's head down to its level, and
slapped the slab lightly against the redhead's freckled cheek.  It was all
she could do to keep from drawing that massive head between her lips, or at
least planting a soft kiss on the shaft.  As it was, her lips were close
enough to breathe upon it.  The two women had teased him to such sexual
need already that even her soft breath caused it to twitch as if she had
given it a wet kiss.

Kathryn felt a hand on her ass, and her attention was reluctantly drawn
away from the object of her desire.  Mark was gently stroking her naked
backside, trying to reach more intimate parts.  She looked uncertainly at
Jane, who gave her an "it's up to you" shrug.  The other woman wordlessly
produced a bottle of baby oil and poured it over the head of the big cock. 
The clear liquid ran down the length, covering Kathryn's hand as well. 
Kathryn watched, mere inches away.  She could see every glistening curve of
it, every vein.  She made a single, experimental stroke upwards, too light
to be much more than teasing, but she heard the man's sudden intake of
breath.  Her heart pounded with excitement.  She tightened her grip, just a
little, and watched the flared head swell even larger.  She looked across
the nude man'e body at Jane, as if asking permission, and Jane just smiled,
blue eyes shining.  She noticed that he hand a hand on her ass, too.  She
tried to imagine how he felt, stroking two pretty women, one blonde, one
redhead, both naked, both poised to bring him sexual pleasure.  Suddenly,
the other woman was a part of the erotic scene, too, rather than just a
guide or onlooker.  He presence with Kathryn and this strange man was ripe
with sexual potential of its own.

Her hand had been hesitating at the top of her stroke, holding the shiny
knob.  She started a slow downstroke, feeling every ridge pass beneath her
fingers as they covered the inches to back down to the base.  She felt his
hand reach out for the wet patch between her legs from behind, and instead
of drawing away, allowed his fingers to brush against her most private
folds.  She could feel them move slickly over bare flesh, flirting with the
entrance to her vagina.  Slow upstroke, then slowly down.  She moved her
hips away slightly with the upstroke, then allowed herself to be penetrated
slightly by his fingertip on the downstroke.  It was as close to fucking
him as she would get.  She kept up her slow stroking, not at all eager to
bring the hand job to an end.  Judging from the satisfied smile on his
face, he was just as content to let her rub him and rub her in return.  She
experimented, sometimes letting her hand run over the sensitive head.  This
always brought an extra response, but she deliberately didn't do it but one
stroke in ten.  His own caresses were very gentle, and Kathryn thought she
could come just from the gentle movements of his fingertips between her
legs.  

Kathryn increased the tempo a little, but tried to keep a fairly light
touch.  The man was more responsive now, and she saw him begin pump his
hips up and down a little with her strokes.  He was breathing more heavily.
 He was also more aggressive with his hand, and Kathryn allowed him to dip
further into her vagina.  He reached up for her breast momentarily, and she
saw his hand was as slicked with her natural lubricants as hers was with
baby oil.  The gentle squeezing of her breast felt good, but she was glad
when he moved his band back to her ass and slid it between her buttocks to
rub her genitals.  She shifted closer to the head of the table, giving his
had complete access to her sexual parts.  A well-lubricated finger
instantly found her clitoris, and he alternated between rubbing it and
dipping his fingers into her vagina.  She felt an orgasm building under the
finger-fucking, and began stroking the big cock in her hand harder.  

The head was purple now, and it was stiffer than ever.  "Come on baby," she
cooed, hardly recognizing her own voice.  "Come for me.  Let me see that
big cock spurt all over my hand."  She was breathing hard now, and felt the
first fingertip-grasp of an orgasm seizing her.  She leaned down, and as
she pumped up and down, rubbed the swollen purple head back and forth
across her pale breasts, adding the friction of her nipples to the work of
her hand.  The man groaned, and thrust his hips up in a vigorous fucking
motion.  Of course, the stimulation of her nipples added to her own
mounting excitement.  She could sense that the man was about ready to
unload on her.  

Suddenly, she was surprised by a hot jet that splattered against her cheek.
 From the opening at the tip of the knob, another spurt followed the first,
shooting past her breasts and landing, this time, against her pale throat. 
She actually opened her mouth to engulf him and begin swallowing his semen
before she stopped herself.  She was amazed at the force of his
ejaculation.  She had expected more of an ooze from a man his age, but he
was shooting his load like a teenager.  Before the fourth hot spurt hit
her, she climaxed hard.  For a moment, her world consisted of the pulsing
cock in her hand, the warm cum on her face and throat that dripped to her
breasts, and her own violent orgasm.  She continued stroking until she
realized that the man was holding her hand to stop the painfully sweet
assault on his overstimulated cock.  Her green eyes half-closed and glazed
with lust, she looked into his dark eyes even as she felt the last spasms
of her orgasm, sharing with this stranger the private vision of what her
face looked like when she came.  Her slack face then remembered to smile,
first at him, then at Jane, who looked amazed.

"Well, wasn't that fun," Jane commented in an amused tone.  "I think
Stephanie will do just fine, don't you, Mark?"  Mark made a contented sound
of agreement.  Kathryn took a final look at that big cock, now flopped
wetly against his flat belly.  It may have lost altitude, but seemed just
as thick and nearly as long as ever.  It was one satisfied animal, Kathryn
thought, and she had been the one to satisfy it.  Between Jane and Mark she
had spread a lot of sunshine so far today.  She noticed the streaks of
drying semen on her breasts, and reached a hand to her face to find more
sticky souveniers of the stranger's pleasure.  She may have been a mess,
but she was as sexually content as she could ever remember.  The only thing
that would have been better, she thought, taking one last look at the
length and thickness of Mark's relaxed cock -- no, some things were best
left to fantasy maybe. Besides, she doubted her self-respect could have
survived that.  This was disgrace enough.  Time would tell if it had been
worth it.  

  As it was, she wondered if she would see that monster next time she saw
her husband's cock, dwarfing it in her imagination.  If she had actually
been fucked by that, she thought guiltily, maybe her marriage bed wouldn't
ever be quite the same.  After Kathryn cleaned herself off, washed the
stranger's cum from her red hair, and dressed, she walked out with a firm
determination that, however pleasurable her visits had been, it was time to
return to her normal life of wife and mother.  She would never come back.  


(Fourth in a series)

  


