Incest/Taboo Massage Therapy

I'd been going to Susan for a couple of years, ever since my divorce. I had a standing appointment for every Saturday morning for some much needed stress relief. And before you go jumping to conclusions here, I went to her for nothing more than a nice relaxing massage. There was never, ever any hanky-panky so to speak. Not that I didn't get aroused on occasion. It was hard not to. Susan was well fit with a nice looking body, though I had never really seen it of course. Susan was in her late thirties to early forties, though I never asked, or ever would. Though even if she was a good ten years older than I was, she certainly didn't look it.

Susan had incredible deep blue eyes with a thick mane of dark auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Though whenever she gave me a massage, she usually had it pinned up, so it was rare that I ever saw it down. She was tall too, easily close to six feet, a good inch or more taller than I was. Had she not chosen to become a masseuse, I am reasonably sure she'd have made it as a model. And though again I had never asked, it wouldn't have surprised me to learn that she had once done that anyway.

Over the course of two years, we had gotten fairly close, as friends. And though I never saw her outside of her studio, our conversations became more and more friendly, perhaps even intimate in a way without ever crossing that particular barrier. As I already mentioned, it was hard NOT becoming aroused around her at times, even though her massages were meant to be relaxing, stress relieving and not erotic. I couldn't help it anyway. And I am sure she noticed on more than one occasion. After all, a small towel covering my groin wasn't much of a barrier. And more than once when she lifted the towel waiting for me to roll over onto my back, I am sure she'd chanced a sneak peek here and there. Which again just added fuel to some of my still secret and private fantasies about her.

I honestly don't think that either one of us really realized the slow subtle changes that began to take place between us. And it's not like we really talked about them, or discussed them either. They just sort of seemed to happen along the way. Like the towel for example. I'd never really had a problem with nudity my entire life, so why I went with the flow of allowing her to place that small towel over my ass whenever I came for a massage, never really made much sense to me. Especially when she'd lift it and wait for me to roll over onto my back. Even not fully aroused, just doing that never failed to send shivers up and down my spine, wondering if she had looked, though I usually had my eyes closed for some reason as we did that. And then one day I climbed onto the table, naked as usual when she came in to the room. Immediately grabbing the towel and preparing to place it over my ass like she always did.

"Don't bother with that today," I announced, surprising myself. "It seems to be a little hotter than usual for some reason," I said by way of explanation, though after having said that, I almost immediately realized just how weak of an excuse that must have been. It was the exact same temperature as always. Though thankfully, Susan didn't pay much attention to it, or even comment as she dropped the towel down, picking up one of her oils instead. As she poured a small amount into the palm of her hands and began working it, she asked the usual.

"Any particular areas you want me to focus on?" She asked. A question she had asked me every time, but again...for some reason, my mind was focused elsewhere, no doubt because of the stupid white, little towel. I think I laughed, sort of. Not a big laugh, just a quiet little chuckle, but she heard it. "Wow, you seem to be in an interesting mood today," she actually laughed back, and actually smacked my ass cheek with the palm of her hand before moving up to begin work on my shoulders. "Naughty boy," she had finished, though nothing more was said, or even intimated, or suggested during the entire course of that day's massage. Even when I finally did roll over, thus fully exposing myself to her for the first time really, nothing was said, nothing was done, and nothing happened.

And to my own surprise. I didn't even get a hard on.

The following week started out in much the same way as always, with one minor exception. Susan usually wore a simple tee-shirt and shorts to work in. Something easy enough to allow her the freedom of movement she needed without constraints. Suffice it to say, Susan was rather well endowed. Not overly so, but enough so that there was more than one occasion when I'd actually felt one of her magnificent breasts pressing against me during our massage. Once more, never on purpose (as far as I knew) but enough so that I would lay there hoping for a repeat, though one usually never came. The difference today was, she was actually wearing more of a swimsuit top, though the same shorts, she usually wore. And though it was certainly far more revealing than any of her tee shirts that she wore, it wasn't too over the top there either. I'd seen bikini's that had a hell of a lot less material than her top did. It was just something about that extra hint of flesh that I hadn't seen before that seemed to do it for me for some reason.

"I think you were right last week David," she told me. "I think it was hotter in here than it's been before. I even checked the temperature as well, so maybe it's the added humidity we've been feeling as of late."

"Maybe so," I responded in kind. "We have been experiencing several thunderstorms lately, so you might be right." The fact I had actually been staring at her breasts didn't go unnoticed on her either. I had sat down on the table as I usually did, but when she turned to face me, I lay down on my back, instead of my stomach.

"You want me to start with the front first then today?" She asked quizzically, as I just then realized my error. Sheepishly I smiled at her, already rolling over. "Or are you just in a hurry to get off...the table," she'd added, though I swear there had been the briefest of pauses in her comment when she'd asked that. Was she indeed teasing with me? As I mentioned, we'd grown close, close enough over time that we could sort of flirt, and tease without getting too intimate, or too serious about it. So something like this comment wouldn't have been that out of line had it not been for the fact that as she reached up towards my shoulder blades, I felt both breasts briefly digging into my backside.

"No ah...hurry whatsoever," I responded back. "In fact, I do indeed have an area you can focus a little more on today," I informed her.

"Oh yeah? Where?" She asked enthusiastically. It was a rare thing for me to actually point out a particular area for her to concentrate on.

"Sort of in the small of my back," I indicated, actually reaching around to try and point it out to her. "Don't know what I did, or how...but it's been a little sore all week long."

I felt her hands immediately go to the area, and softly begin working on my flesh, looking for any abnormalities perhaps as she likewise added a little additional oil to my back. I felt a trickle of it actually slither down between my ass cheeks, causing me to squirm just a little involuntarily.

"Oops, sorry about that," she giggled in kind, as she went after it with her hands and fingers. She'd of course massaged my ass cheeks before, but I swear I felt her finger tips dive a little more deeply than normal down between my legs. I couldn't have sworn to it in court, as I may have very well imagined it as well, but for an instant, I thought I felt the tip of her fingers actually touch my balls as she searched out the errant extra oil she had poured on me.

And this time, when it came time for me to roll over, I had a hard on. Not just a bit more fullness from arousal, a real full-blown erection. I was hesitant to even turn over, but I knew by making a scene of it, that it would perhaps make it even more awkward than it already was. And so all I could think of to say as I turned, was..."Sorry," likewise grinning from ear to ear like an idiot, and no doubt blushing a little as I lay there. Susan couldn't help but see it of course. But the professional, which she was, she still managed to defuse the situation a little.

"No reason to apologize David. That's not the first erection I've seen when giving a massage, and I'm sure it won't be the last either."

The thought of that had actually never occurred to me, until now. Susan had appointments all week long, so I was sure she had indeed seen more than a cock or two fully erect. Hell the way she looked, and the way she gave a massage, I was surprised I didn't have one every time I came to her. Though that appeared to becoming more and more frequent for me lately. More than once, I had had to will away a hard on before turning over, though this time had been virtually impossible, though I hadn't really tried to do so either. And what did that mean? Did I subconsciously actually want her to see me like that?

"Close your eyes...relax." I tried my level best, but laying there with this thing sticking straight up in the air as she went to work on my calves wasn't easy. I didn't dare look of course, even when I was tempted to. Wondering if she periodically looked over at it as she worked.

"Sorry," I said again. "It's not going away." This time she did laugh, openly.

"Don't worry about it. Like I told you, not the first one I've seen while doing this," though she paused before actually adding. "But I will admit, it's the biggest, hardest one I think I've seen." Now my eyes did shoot open. What I had just heard her say went considerably beyond our usual joking and teasing. And...she was looking at it as she continued to work around my upper thigh now. "And don't laugh, but men aren't the only ones to get a little aroused either," she added to all this. "I've had more than one woman on my table who has gotten more than a little aroused as well."

"How could you know that?" I actually asked without really thinking about it.

"Well the most obvious of course," she said looking down at her own chest, though at the moment, her nipples remained well hidden beneath the material of her top. She almost looked disappointed upon finding that they hadn't made an appearance...yet. "But the other way," she actually smiled, "is even more telling. I have once customer that actually gets so wet, that I have to place a small towel beneath her ass because of it. We both know what's going on, we just don't talk about it. But I swear, somehow, someway, she usually has a mini-orgasm of sorts during the massage, though I never do anything to help that come about of course. She always wipes herself off afterwards, and then usually leaves me a little something extra after she leaves by way of a tip. So I usually know then that she's actually had one."

"Holy shit!" I actually exclaimed, envisioning that in my mind, which didn't help my own particular situation any, as I now looked down and saw a small droplet of pre-cum oozing from my prick-tip. I nearly went for it, though with her currently looking into my eyes, there's no way I could have safely done so without drawing further attention to it, so I just let it finally drool down the side of my cock, hoping she hadn't seen it.

"And a couple of guys have had orgasms too. But like I said, I didn't have a hand in either one of those, no pun intended. And both of them always had a towel on too, it wasn't until after I was cleaning up that I realized, and then saw...the towels had been cum-stained. So it happens. Perfectly natural she added to that as her hands seemed to glide up my thighs, just brushing past my balls, not quite touching them, but damn fucking close. She worked on my lower abdomen then, and then back down, changing sides as she worked my left upper thigh for a time, repeating the process. The problem was, I could not only see...but feel another little droplet of cum-drool seeping down the inside of my cock. And this time, though she said not a word about it, (though nor did I), I saw her hand sort of pass by, one finger seemingly gathering up that small bit of moisture as she passed, now adding it, and combining it to the rest of the body oil she was using.

"So, same time next week then yes?" She asked, again as she always did, and as was always unnecessary. Like clockwork, she knew I'd be there. I sat up on the edge of the massage table, but this time as I glanced towards her, I noticed that her nipples were straining hard and erect against the material of her top. And likewise, her eyes had followed my own as she looked down at herself. And thankfully, she giggled, though somewhat nervously. "Never said I don't get a little aroused as well," she informed me, once more looking down towards my crotch. "So it's not all that uncommon that I usually have to take care of things afterwards," she openly admitted to me. "Just as I'm sure you'll have to do."

This was indeed, the most intimate we'd ever really gotten with one another. Perhaps more than either one of us should have revealed, or even allowed. But after two years, we really were pretty comfortable with one another too.

"Yeah, I might not even make it to the car," I tried joking back with her. As she in turn joked back, or as I thought she did anyway.

"There is a bathroom right around the corner there," she reminded me. "I'd hate to see you in any pain on the way home."

"Maybe next time," I responded back, not sure what else to say as I turned to leave, once more taking a look at her before I left.

Her nipples were harder than ever.

I showed up again as always for my Saturday morning appointment. After undressing and laying down, face down on the table, I heard Susan's knock just before she entered. I looked up in greeting. She was again wearing her same familiar shorts, but this time the top she had on, really was a bit more revealing. I couldn't help wondering if it really was a bikini top, especially with a bit of a Hawaiian print, and a hell of a lot more cleavage than I'd ever seen.

"If this tops too revealing, just say so," she actually said. "My other one's dirty, and I didn't get a chance to wash it yet," she explained.

"No it's ah...perfect," I spoke, trying not to leer at her as I said that. Though I noticed even as I turned away, her nipples seemed to be poking against the material already. And already, as I lay there face down on the table, I could feel myself becoming aroused from the get-go. I knew then, I was going to be leaving my own little puddle of moisture on the fresh sheets long before I actually turned over.

"So...did you?" She asked as she began work on my lower back. And again, I swore I felt a slight touch of her breasts against me as she reached up towards my shoulders.

"Did I what?" I asked relishing the sensation, and not really focusing on what she'd just asked me.

"You know, take care of things before you got home. Or...did you wait?"

I realized then she was actually asking me if I masturbated. "I'll tell you, if you'll tell me," I challenged, not really thinking she'd take me up on that, which she did.

"Oh yeah, and pretty certain I was before you'd even reached your car," she giggled unashamedly. "Right here in fact," she added, and asked. "So? You?"

"Well, I didn't do it in the car no," I offered. "Though I did have to make a major adjustment before driving home. Though admittedly, I was tempted yes. But...I did wait until I got home yes, so...there you are."

"What did you think about?" She now asked as she continued to massage me, though I daresay, the way she was doing it now was far more sensual and erotic than the way she'd done it before.

I didn't know what was going on here, or what to really think about it either. But I was getting damn horny here, which would soon become quite obvious. "What do you think I thought about?" I responded back, which I soon discovered wasn't actually quite good enough.

"Specific's," she told me, adding..."and turn over."

I turned, looking up at her as I did so. The look in her eyes a bit different than I'd seen before. It was a look of pure lust and arousal the way I saw it. "Really? You want me to...."

"Yes really," she smiled back at me, and then reached around, unclasping her top. It fell away, though she caught it with her hands, still partially covering her breasts as that happened. I am sure my mouth was open. "But before you do that," she now added in a much more serious tone of voice. "I'm really pushing the envelope about what's allowed here," she stated. "So no touching, promise me. If I touch you, or allow you to touch me, and money's exchanged, this becomes something else entirely."

"I promise," I think I said, though even now I'm not really sure, because it was at that exact moment she lowered her hands, removing the rest of her top as she did so. And when two of the most gorgeous, breasts I'd ever seen before, came into view. As I mentioned, Susan had fairly large breasts. They had a wonderful, sort of a teardrop shape to them, with fairly large, tannish colored areolas, and noticeably hard, thick nipples protruding from each one. Needless to say, I spent the majority of my time on my back as opposed to on my stomach, with my eyes wide open the entire time. And more importantly, I unashamedly told her, in fairly explicit detail what I was thinking about as I jacked off only moments after arriving home. I knew with out any doubt that I'd be doing the same thing again shortly after arriving home, as I also hoped she'd be doing too. Already looking forward to next weeks appointment, especially the way things had been going of late.

Boy...was I in for a surprise.

Susan came into the room. Wearing what she had usually always worn way back in the beginning. A modest tee shirt, shorts, and obviously wearing an athletic bra this time so as to ensure nothing would pop out because of it. Even her demeanor seemed different...distant. Her massage once again back to specific, and professional, just as it had been that very first time. I knew then that something was wrong, different, as she reached for the small towel to place it over my groin as I made ready to turn over onto my back.

"What's wrong?" I asked instead, swinging my legs over the side of the table, sitting up. "Something's happened, so tell me. Did I do something wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"No. Not you. Me," she said simply lowering her eyes, refusing to look me in the face. "I allowed my emotions and desires to get the best of me," she stated. "And I shouldn't have...not with you anyway. Things got a little too carried away last week," she reminded me. I almost gave you your money back David. It's one thing to give someone a massage and accept money for it. It's another, to do what we nearly did last week, and take money for it."

"But we didn't do anything...not really," I attempted.

"It's the not really part that I'm talking about," she said actually sitting down in a nearby chair now. I was in the middle of having an orgasm when I looked over and saw the money you'd given me for the massage sitting on the counter when it hit me. And I felt like..."

"But you're not," I said interrupting her before she could say it.

"No...I'm not. But I felt like it," she added finally looking up into my eyes. "And I knew then, that things were only going to escalate from there if I didn't put a stop to it now. "I've already bent, perhaps even broken a few rules now as it is, and I didn't need to add this one to the list either."

Though curious as to what she had meant by that, I didn't press it. Now was not the time. But this situation between us was. "Susan, listen....you're not the only one involved here you know. I was enjoying it just as much, perhaps even more so. Hell, admittedly, I've been thinking about it all week long myself. But I hear what you're saying. And I understand. If you'd rather I not even come back, then just say so...and I'll go."

For the first time she looked at me with a worried look in her face. "That's not what I want either. What I want...is what we were doing. But I can't do that and remain a legitimate, professional, massage therapist now can I? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you didn't pay me any more, anytime we do anything other than a straight, non-sexual massage. So, if you want or need a real massage, then you pay me, and that's what you get, with me dressed like this. Anything more...well, then that's separate and different. But no coin changes hands, agreed?"

"Agreed!" I told her, meaning it. At least she smiled at that.

"Ok then, so tell me. What kind of a massage would you like today?" She asked.

I lay back on the table, my cock slowly starting to inflate a little. "If you wouldn't mind, I have an area I'd really like for you to focus on," I told her.

"Oh? And where is that?" She asked as she reached down lifting her tee shirt up and over her head.

"I've got this really hard, stiff place I think I'd like for you to work on a little," I said grinning at her, a bit wickedly. Susan finished removing her athletic bra, her magnificent tits and nipples once more making an appearance. Though it didn't end there either.

"I can see that," she told me. "And I have just the massage to take care of that. A really special device I like to use for cases like this," she stated removing her shorts and panties at the same time. She now stood there before me entirely naked, just a small thin strip of dark hair above her otherwise bare mound.

"And that would be?" I asked questioningly as though clueless. Susan reached over grasping my cock. Almost immediately a droplet of lubrication appeared, which she quickly gathered up with her fingers. I now watched as she actually applied it to herself, standing there next to me, spreading her legs, and then her pussy with her fingers. She was already wet, so that dollop of lube she'd taken from me wouldn't have added all that much. So it wasn't that so much, as just the thought...and the action as she now climbed up onto the table with me.

"Ok, close your eyes, and try and relax. I'm gonna be a while," she smiled.

There was no fucking way I was going to keep my eyes closed. The moment I felt that soft silken cunt of hers ease down over my rigid cock, I was all eyes and all hands at once. Almost immediately, I reached up to grasp her twin peaks, capturing her nipples between my fingers, already hard as I gently pulled on them.

"Oh fuck harder, pull on them harder!" She told me, which I did, as she simultaneously slammed down, impaling herself even more deeply on my shaft. She would then grind against me for a moment, before slowly, teasingly pulling herself up, her hand on my chest, pinning me and ensuring that I remained where I was. "Don't fucking move!" She warned, fucking me as she wished, which I was only more than happy to accommodate. Once more she groaned, urging me to again pinch and roll her nipples between my fingers as she slammed down on me, a slow, teasing, almost mind-numbing process that she repeated over, and over again. When at last the tempo of our coupling intensified and remained steady, I knew then that we both were headed off into orgasmic land, which we coincidentally arrived at together. I felt Susan's pussy literally clench itself around my cock, as though milking it. Which she did. I felt the juice of my own climax leap from somewhere deep inside my balls, escaping in what felt like torrents of cream as my cock exploded in spasmodic throbs that didn't seem to want to decrease. And it was almost as though she could feel each and every one. Her pleasured groans of sweetness capturing each one, until finally we both lay in a tangled heap upon the massage table, drained and satiated beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

I had just finished getting dressed, smiling as I stuffed my money back into my pocket, though feeling a little weird even as I did that. Things obviously had forever changed, and what that meant, where it would now take us, remained to be seen. But there was still considerably more to this particular story, that I wasn't even aware of yet.

Unlike times past, Susan invited me to sit at her kitchen table, where we shared a cup of coffee together. Another sign of a changed intimacy between us, not counting the obvious.

"The one thing we do need to change," she began. Is your standard Saturday morning appointment. If you want to continue getting a real massage, then I'll keep that slot open for you. If not, I need to make it available to someone else."

"I'll keep it," I told her. "But what about..."

"For the other...just call me. I'll keep a special appointment schedule just for that," she winked and grinned at the same time. And though everything seemed to have been straightened out between us, there was something she'd mentioned earlier that I now felt I needed to ask her about.

"Susan? You mind if I ask you something? Something you sort of briefly mentioned earlier?"

She nodded her head as though she already knew what I was going to ask, which not too surprisingly, she did. "About what I said, bending a few rules, maybe even breaking some, is that it?" Now it was my turn to nod my head.

"What was it that you meant by that?" I found myself asking. I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't actually crossed this particular line before. Not that I could blame her for that either. I am sure with the number of men she'd given massages too, there was bound to be some sort of intimate connection made with them too, same as she'd made with me.

"I have another customer, well actually, more like a friend now too," she began. "And sort of like this, what started out as a bi-monthly massage, turned into more of an intimate sort of thing."

"Like us?" I questioned.

"Well, yes and no. Sort of," she said, though I was confused by what she was trying to explain to me. Though she appeared somewhat confused by it as well. I decided to sit and wait patiently as she gathered her thoughts, and then once having done so, she took a deep breath looking across the table at me.

"It's sort of the same, but different," she began. And in my opinion, her opening gambit wasn't any clearer than the first time. "I have another really good friend, sort of like you..." I swallowed, already fearing what she was about to say. I wasn't the only guy she was meeting like this. "She's been coming to me for years too," she continued, with me only then realizing she'd spoken the word, 'she'.

"She?"

"Yeah, she!" Susan confirmed, now looking at me quizzically, until she realized what it was I must have been thinking, to which she again laughed. "No, I'm not currently fucking anyone else...unless you think that two women enjoying one another from time to time is considered fucking. In which case, then I guess we are. We do sort of grind against one another whenever we're together, and use various toys and such. So I guess you could call that fucking technically if you wanted to, but I'm not currently fucking any other men. So does that answer your question?"

"Well, it does, and it doesn't," I smiled back at her, using her same logic. "How about you explain it to me. Though would you mind if I loosened up my belt just a little while you do? My pants seem to be getting tighter again for some reason."

Susan stood up, walking over to the counter to grab the pot of coffee in order to freshen up our cups. When she turned around, she had already lifted the front of her tee shirt up and over her breasts, once more exposing them to me as she returned to the table.

"So do you want the long? Or the short version?" She asked.

I stood up, removing my pants and shorts all together, along with my shirt. My cock already standing straight and proud out in front of me as I looked down at it, drawing her eyes towards it as well.

"I think...the long, hard version," I told her. And then sat down again as she began telling me the story.

In a way, it was a little similar as to what had happened to us. Only the woman she was telling me about, Helen, had been a good dear friend of hers back in high school. They had almost by accident met one day while Susan had been shopping. They had gone to lunch after that, where they caught one another up on their lives, as well as their careers. It was here that Susan had told her about her being a massage therapist. To which Helen immediately asked her if she could set up an appointment with her for a massage. Which of course she had done. Now the one thing Susan knew about Helen, from way back when, even before most women were even coming out about being gay and lesbian, was the fact she was likewise interested in women. Oddly enough, she had in fact gotten married as she'd always wanted to have kids, and had done so. Her husband had been well aware of her natural desires, and had permitted her certain entertainments from time to time, without even wanting to be apart of them. Which worked out fine with her. And then her husband died due to an illness. One would have thought it would have been easier for her after that, but if anything, just the opposite was true. Until Susan, which didn't even happen until much, much later, Helen hadn't been involved with anyone. Man or woman.

Helen had gone to Susan for her massages over a significant period of time, until one day she simply announced she wouldn't be coming again. Susan had asked her why of course, to which she had openly and honestly responded, that she'd been constantly and continually fantasizing about being with her. And because of that, to continue to come to her, and lay there as Susan gave her a massage all the while thinking the things that she was, was something she felt she could no longer do, in all fairness to herself, and to Susan.

"So was this the woman you sort of told me about? The one who you knew was having the secret little orgasms?" I asked.

Susan nodded her head yes. "What happened next wasn't really something I had expected, or ever even intended to happen. To be honest David, I'd never even been with another woman before, not even during any experimental, or curiosity days back in school. I'm willing to bet I was about the only woman, who had never even kissed another woman, even back then when it came right down to it. So the fact I was pretty one side of the mind in thought about that, is perhaps what led me to being a bit more curious about it than I might otherwise have been. Knowing that Helen had desires for me, made me all the more curious about it, and about her. So we sat down and had a long deep chat about it. What came from that, was this. She has a life, a family which she loves, cares, and provides for.

She's in an upper tier position where she works, that would not allow for a woman, especially in her position to have a relationship, especially an open relationship with another woman. She does better being a widow under the circumstances, right or wrong. But there it is. As such, she comes to me for her weekly release now. Her stress release if you will. And as such, no one thinks the wiser of it. And no, since I assume your already wondering and thinking about it, she doesn't pay me for it either. It's now nothing more than a friends thing. I do her a service as a friend, and from time to time, she helps me out as a friend as well. My business has grown because of her. Because of all the leads and introductions she's given me. Because of her, I now have the steady client list that I have, which pays well, and allows me to have a little more self time for myself because of it."

At least now I did understand, and though our situations were sort of similar in design, they were indeed different. Susan continued to see Helen and give her the relief that she needed, and it was nothing more than that. Though admittedly, she openly enjoyed their time together too.

"Mostly, it's all about getting her off. Pleasing her, or satisfying her needs. We don't always end up having sex together, that is in fact more of a rare occurrence than the norm, believe it or not. But we both sort of agreed to that over the course of time, ensuring when we did, that our relationship didn't turn into anything more than what it is now. Anyway, you need to be aware of that too, before you and I go any further with this either. And just so you know. I have every intention of telling Helen all about this the next time she comes in. I think that's only fair to her too, don't you?"

I had no problem with that, and told her so. Though I think I showed her that as well as I stood behind her, fucking her doggy-style with her bent over her kitchen table. "So...do...you...enjoy...eating...pussy?" I asked, plunging in and out of her with each word.

Susan laughed, groaned, laughed, and responded.

"You really are a naughty little boy aren't you?"

Three days later I had gone over to Susan's place in the evening, for one of our special appointments. She had met me at the door wearing nothing more than a robe. I had already told her that I was more than willing to give her a massage, if she was willing to walk me through it. To my delight, and hopefully hers...she was. I'd even brought along a pair of tight fitting shorts to wear, and a brand new clean tee shirt, though I wondered how long I'd be wearing either. She lay on the table as I began rubbing some oil into her. I felt like I was doing it more like at the beach than an actual massage, though she didn't seem to mind too much, obviously enjoying it as I amateurly worked away at her.

"So...how did things with Helen go?" I asked, which was something I'd been wondering about ever since we'd seen one another the last time. I knew Helen had come over for one of her massages since that time.

"Things went good," she teased, actually moaning a little, though I gave one of her cute little ass cheeks a not too friendly slap.

"You know what I mean," I said, now soothingly massaging the area I'd just spanked. "What did she say?"

"It wasn't so much as what she said, though we did indeed talk about it, so much as it seemed to make her hot. Needless to say, we had one of our more "rambunctious" sessions together."

"Do tell," I stated, feeling my prick stiffening even more. "In specific detail," I added.

"In that case, don't stop massaging me. The minute you stop, I stop," she warned. I took a moment to pour a liberal helping of oil all over her, and then began. As she did.

By the time Susan was nearing the end of her story, I was leaking like a sieve. I think if I'd even touched my cock, briefly...I'd have climaxed, just from listening to her story.

"...So now, she's laying there on the table, I've got my entire fist up inside her cunt, really pounding away at her. She's laying there twisting her nipples, and as I said, if you think my nipples are big, you should fucking see hers! Anyway, she's yanking and pulling on them like crazy, crying out in pleasure. I honestly believe it was one of the more intense orgasms she's ever had since we've been doing this. I mean I told her everything about us, everything we've done, everything we do...and it seemed to really set her off. Even more so when I told her that I had told you about how hot you got hearing about the two of us. That's when she hit it. That's when she really exploded. I think that really turned her on for some reason."

It had sure as hell turned me on. I was as fucking hard as a rock, which was obvious.

"I take it we're through with the massage?" She asked.

"Unless there's some more story to tell," I informed her, cock throbbing...dripping.

"I don't think you could last that long," she giggled. "And besides, I need this inside me now anyway."

It was a good thing I went down on her first. I wouldn't have lasted very long otherwise.

It was a week later when I'd actually gone over for one of my 'normal' regularly scheduled massages. Susan as usual, was likewise wearing one of her more normal outfits, though she had (for me) again bent the rules just a little, provided I didn't push things. She was at least wearing that more revealing swim-like top she'd worn for me back when all this began.

"So? How'd it go?" I asked again.

"Not sure I should tell you," Susan replied. "This is after all...a normal massage. Not one of my special ones. And it's not going to turn into one of my special one's either, which is what I'm afraid you'd want, if I do tell you what happened."

"Promise. I'll behave," I implored her.

"Yeah, right. That's what they all say," she responded in kind. "But...I will tell you, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself."

"Does this count?" I asked, latching onto my prick.

"David? I mean it. You get me any more horny than I am already, and you'll just have to leave and come back later tonight to hear the rest of it. And I'm not kidding either. So, which is it? Behave now and hear it? Or come back tonight and hear it while I'm fucking you."

"Decisions, decisions," I responded, though there was no way in hell I was going to wait until this evening to hear what happened. "Ok, ok. I give in. I'll be a good boy...for now."

"Well then," Susan began as she likewise began working on my back...professionally. "She thought, it might be kind of hot, if you were willing. And this is a BIG if David, IF you were willing to just come and watch. You wouldn't be allowed to speak, not to either one of us while anything was going on. And you certainly wouldn't be allowed to touch either one of us either," she added to that. But if you could do that, if you could agree to that, then Helen said she'd enjoy knowing, having you there watching us. It would in fact, actually turn her on that someone was. Especially with it being another man for some reason. So...could you do that? Could you agree to that?"

To be honest, I didn't know. "Did she say anything about me not being able to touch myself while watching the two of you? Because if she did, then no. I don't think I could. That would be a bit too much to ask. So, if she's not ok with my being able to do that at least, then no. As much as I wouldn't mind seeing that, I'd have to say no to it then. So tell her. You tell her what my conditions are then."

"I will," Susan said smiling, and then tossed me the small towel I usually used to wipe myself off with.

"Hey, we're not even half way through the massage!" I complained, glancing up at the clock. "You didn't even do my front yet!"

"If you want your front done. Then go in and take a shower. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Oh, and one more thing, I'll only charge you half on the massage."

"Gee thanks," I grinned at her, throwing the towel in her direction, but she'd already closed the door.

I'd arrived precisely on time. Even taking some time off work in order to do this. Susan had let it be known when I was to arrive, not sooner, and certainly not later, or the whole thing was off. Helen had in fact agreed to my "self pleasuring" as she'd put it, without much argument, and then had in fact added another stipulation to all of this, which I had just now in fact, agreed to.

"She wants to watch you cum before either one of us do," Susan informed me. "She's totally fine with the rest of it, whatever you wish to do while enjoying yourself, as long as you don't interrupt us or speak to us for any reason. Not to mention any touching. But she also said, you were free to walk around and such for a better look, though only again, as long as you don't get in the way. And then like I said, when you are close, and ready to cum, you're to tell us, so that we know, and so that she can see it when you do. Don't ask me why, or the reasoning behind it, she just insisted that was they way it was to be if you wanted to actually see the two of us together."​