Stella began protesting, “Nathan honey, you are very considerate, but there is no need…”
“If you argue with your boss, I’ll put you in the corner for the next 2 hours!”
She giggled, “Stop that. I am not a toddler. I do not see the reason you spend so much of your time on my back.”
“Stella, I heard you. I’ll tell you what. We’ll do it my way for a month and decide later if any changes to the protocol are needed. OK?”
“How about only 2 weeks?”
“Three weeks, and that’s final!”
She grinned, “You are so persistent…”
“If you suffer, my wife will make my life hell, so I am only protecting myself.”
“Liar, but I’ll accept your suggestion. As a minor compensation, what is your favorite cake? I’ll make it and bring you on Wednesday.”
“I love chocolate cake.”
“Deal.”
…
Wednesday, I entered the office at 7 am. Stella was already there. She had a short-sleeved blouse and no jacket. She went behind the curtain, removed her blouse and bra, and had a towel over her chest. I directed her to sit on the massage chair, lean forward, and place her face inside the soft loop. Like before, I started with her shoulders and slowly descended until reaching the small of her back. Again, there were a couple of knots I relieved patiently. Stella groaned multiple times. Her warm skin felt very soft under my fingers, and seeing her in this position reminded me of Kelly’s position before having doggy-style sex… My penis twitched and began hardening. I was careful to separate our lower bodies and continued working on her upper back.
At one point, she stopped leaning and sat up. I assumed she got tired of being in the same position and continued working on her. However, I noticed that the towel was on the front of the chair and did not cover her breasts. I moved to do her shoulders again and peeked at her front. I could see her big boobs almost all the way to her nipples. They were round and gorgeous with large dark pink areolas. My dick thrust forward and up, reminding me the last time I had sex with Kelly was on Sunday morning. It ached, wishing to pounce… I could barely hold myself and felt my hands trembling slightly. I finished the massage 10 minutes later with a massive erection and blue balls.
When I was done, Stella turned around and glanced at my crotch. There was no way she missed the bulge in my pants. She smiled but said nothing.
After we were done, she moved to her desk and started her day’s work. I remained in my office and masturbated, cumming in a tissue. The rest of the day both of us behaved like nothing unusual happened.
On Saturday, Kelly and I arrived for dinner at Stella’s. Kelly and I carried sesame chicken, mashed potatoes, and pickled beets with us. Stella prepared onion soup and… terrific chocolate cake. We enjoyed gossiping and never mentioned Stella’s massages.
…
On Monday morning, Stella was ready, topless, on the massage chair, waiting for me. Her face was placed in the loop. I began rubbing her shoulders and planned to go down on her back when she sat up straight. The towel hung on the chair, and her large tits were free, swaying slowly from side to side. My face was above her, and I could see the magnificent breasts with all their glory, including her pointy, stiff nipples.
My cock jolted as if hit by lightning. It was at full mast in 30 seconds.
I realized Stella’s eyes were wide open, and she looked forward. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small mirror directed straight at my face… She stared at me with a strange smile. I blushed profusely with my hands on her shoulders, not knowing what to do.
Next, I felt her palms on mine. She grabbed my hands and slowly lowered them onto her tits! Stella gazed into my eyes and whispered, “Nathan, both of us feel the same. Your sensual massage awakened something in me, and you seem to get aroused by it as well. Am I right?”
“I am sorry…”
“Don’t be. On Sunday, when you watched the football game, I had a long talk with Kelly. Don’t worry; I did not discuss the massages. I talked to her about your marriage. It was a long and revealing talk. In short, I understand you two are in love but hardly spend time together except for the weekends. Kelly returns home exhausted, and sex happens only on the weekend. Am I missing something?”
“Stella, what are you getting at?”
“For a young couple who just got married, sex once a week is not enough. I know, I was young years ago. My situation is not ideal either; Morgan is paraplegic and cannot have an erection. He tried to satisfy me with his mouth, but it was a poor replacement for the real thing. The question is whether we can do something to mitigate both our problems.”
I smiled, “Do I understand correctly your offer?”
Her eyes didn’t blink, “Yes. If you were satisfied at home or I thought you didn’t find me attractive, I would not mention it. However, I see that despite my advanced age of 48, your organ does react to my body.”
“… and what would I tell Kelly?…”
“It’s up to you. My recommendation is to tell her nothing, just like I’ll not divulge anything to Morgan. The current situation is neither your nor my fault while life goes on. The only relevant question is what is the preferred solution. We suffer quietly. Wouldn’t it be better to enjoy ourselves together, with the guilt slowly fading away?”
I chuckled, “Stella, one thing for sure. Kelly inherited from you her straight-shooting and direct talk. So you are not concerned I cheat on your daughter, with her mother, no less?…”
“Honey, life is not fair and on occasions, hard decisions need to be made. There are no ideal solutions to your and my frustrations. It is a matter of which path we rather take.”
“And what happens if Kelly or Morgan find out about us?”
“When Morgan was notified his condition was irreversible, he pleaded with me to find a boyfriend who would care for my needs. I refused, but he loves me and frequently reminds me of his suggestion. Kelly is a different story. However, as you mentioned, she is a no-nonsense person. She understands your frustration with the low frequency of sexual activity. She knows that despite your love for her, one day, you may cheat. Isn’t it better with me than another woman? If you do it with another woman, you may fall in love with her and leave Kelly. With me, the risk is nonexistent. Moreover, when her work shift changes to a more convenient one, I will step aside.”
“Stella, when you talk, everything sounds so logical. One question: Does your mind have feelings and emotions, or is everything calculated coldly?”
She grinned, “I do have feelings, but I’ve learned the hard way that decisions are better done based on logic. Listen, I see you are conflicted. I am not pushing you to make up your mind right now. Sleep on it, and let me know if you are receptive. Until then, I’ll behave as before in front of Kelly and Morgan.”
“What about the bi-weekly massages?”
Stella laughed, “It’s up to you. You can stop doing them if you wish. However, if you continue and I get horny, as happened today, I will lean on your body and let you ogle my tits. In that case, you may choose to ignore them and continue working on the back or give in and play with me…”
She turned around, exposing her glorious twin peaks, and dressed slowly. When she was done, she winked at me, sent me an air kiss, and left the office. I just sat there, my brain debating what to do next. Stella’s body attracted me like a magnet, and knowing that accepting her offer may finish my drought was a powerful incentive. However, the whole idea of cheating on Kelly with her mother sounded awful.
I was distracted all day and was lucky not to commit a major error at work. By the end of the day, I went home. Kelly had just left for her evening shift, and I was alone. I went to bed early but could not fall asleep for a long time. Eventually, I managed to sleep but ended up dreaming about Stella joining me in bed and sucking me to completion. I woke up with my briefs stained with slimy sperm.
The following day, I tried to avoid Stella and talked to her briefly only twice about work-related issues.
On Wednesday, I arrived at 7:15 am. Stella sat topless in my office. She smiled mischievously and asked innocently, “Do you want me to dress up and go to the reception table?”
I mumbled, “No, please.”
“Good.” She leaned her front on the massage chair and didn’t bother putting the towel on. I started rubbing her shoulders and then her upper back. Ten minutes later, she moaned, sat up, arched her back forward, pushing her breasts upward, grabbed my hands, placed them on her tits, and glanced at me in the small mirror.
I caressed Stella’s breathtaking orbs and tweaked the nipples tenderly. Her groans became louder, and she turned to me. Her eyes stared at the tent in my pants, and she stroked it lightly. She murmured, “I see you made up your mind to listen to me. Good boy. You deserve a reward.”
Subsequently, she unzipped my fly, lowered cautiously my strained briefs, and inspected my member. She whispered excitedly, “Honey, your dick is perfect. It’s long and thick, just like I hoped it would be.” Next, she kissed the spongy head and licked the slit. Her tiny palm fondled my ball sack gingerly. Her lips opened wide and wrapped around my shaft, gradually making more of the tool disappear into her oral cavity. Her technique was amazing. Pretty soon, her chin touched my sack, and she started sucking at an accelerating speed. I gazed in awe at the expert mouth, squeezing my pole between her palate and her tongue on the way in and milking it on the way out. I lasted 5 minutes before exploding in her hot mouth. During my orgasm, Stella sucked me powerfully, ensuring all my stuff was swallowed. Then she cleaned me with her tongue.
report She grinned at me, saying, “Nathan, your seed is thick, warm, and somewhat salty – Just the way I like it.” She dressed up leisurely and, before leaving the room, said, “Other employees will be here soon. I’ll be in your office on Monday, ready for your massage. Then, assuming you don’t change your mind, we’ll talk about intimate meetings.”
Leave a Reply