Chapter 36 THE THERAPIST'S TOUCH
My husband David and I decided to do this fancy spa weekend thing. You know, like one of those, let's reconnect” packages with couples and all that.
Unlike him, he was excited about it, thought it’d be romantic.
So we got there in the evening after dropping the kids at my mom's. We checked in, and this nice receptionist said I could go first for my individual session while he waited in their little lounge area right next to the treatment room.
I got in, the walls were really thin, like I could hear my husband clear his throat, flip pages in some boring car magazine he was given, and every time he took a sip of his whiskey the ice clinked loud and clear. It was wild how close he was.
I'd been texting this massage therapist, Alex, for weeks, nothing crazy at first; just flirty comments after my regular appointments, but it definitely got heated up.
Alex is tall, covered in tattoos, he has this deep voice that make my knees weak, and also fucking built, like her had worked in a gym before switching professsion.
I had it all planned, so I walk into the room, my heart already racing, and I don’t even bother with the sheet. I just strip down totally named and lie on my back on the table, my legs a little open, anticipating.
The door clicks shut and there he is, locking it behind him. He stops dead when he sees me.
“Holy shit, Elena,” he whispers, eyes raking over every inch of me. “Are you really doing this? Just…all out like that?
I grin and spread my legs wider. “Yeah. I know David's is literally right there on the other side of that wall. I don’t want to waste time pretending this is a normal massage.”
He yanks off his shirt so fast I almost laugh, and grabs a bottle of lube instead of the usual oil he uses.
“You're already wet, aren’t you? he says. “Tell me the truth Elena, have you been thinking about this the whole drive here?”
“Alot, right from when we booked it,” I didn’t lie. “Now get over here and taste me before I lose my nerve. You're taking too much now.”
He drops to his knees between my legs, spreading me a bit more, and just goes for my pussy; licking it flat at first, slowly, then sucking on my clit like he's starving.
He inserts the tip of his tongue inside me. I have to cover my mouth because the second I felt his tongue, I almost moan way too loud.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters into my pussy, and I feel the words more than I hear them.
“Bet he has no idea his wife’s getting eaten out ten feet away.”
The thought makes me throb harder. He went on to slide two fingers in, increased to three, pumping them fast and curling them so fucking good.
The sounds are ridiculous like wet and sloppy. I begin to feel paranoid that David's gonna hear but somehow that fear turns me on more.
“Shh…baby,” Alex teases, looking up with his mouth wet with my juices.
“You gotta stay quiet. Unless you want him to come in and see you like this; sexy legs spread wide, and my fingers deep in that pretty pussy.
“God, don't say that,” I gasp, but I'm pushing his face back to my pussy because I'm already so close.
“Just make me come.”
He laps harder, sucking and licking and fingering me all at the same time until I'm shaking. I bite down on my palm to muffle my moans and I come super hard, convulsing and clamping his head in my thighs, trying so much not to make the table bang against the wall.
When I finally catch my breath, he stands up, clenching his mouth with the back of his hand, and pulls his pants down. His cock 9 inches is rock hard, thick and already leaking at the tip.
My mouth actually waters looking at it.
“Your turn,” I say grinning stupidly. I slid off the table dropping to my knees before he could even say the words.
I take him as deep as I can right away, he was fucking bigger than my husband's. He groans and murmurs something dirty, and grabs my hair.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Look at you, sucking me off while your husband’s sitting there clueless. You love this, don't you?”
I pull off just long enough to answer. “I love it way too much.”
Then I go back taking him in my mouth, messy and loud, letting saliva drip everywhere, taking him deep until I gag a little.
He's fucking my mouth now, not rough but steady, like he can't help himself.
After about 5 minutes he lifts me up and spins me around, and bends me over the table. My nipples are hard against the cool padding, my waist arch and my ass in the air.
He spreads me open with his hands and just stares for a second without moving.
“Tell me you want it raw,” he says, rubbing and slapping the head up and down my clit.
“I want it raw,” I whisper back. “I want to feel you come inside me while he’s right there.”
He slides in slow at first; just the tip. “Oh fuck yesss.”
He slams all the way in one thrust. Shit. I have to bury my face in my arm to keep from crying out.
He feels huge, stretching me perfectly, and the table starts creaking with every stroke.
“Gosh Alex…ruin me.” I moaned.
“Quiet, slut.” He growls in my ear, that name turns me on like hell.
With one of his hands wrapping lightly around my throat, the other grips my hip. “Take this dick like a good girl. This pussy’s mine right now…fuck, it's squeezing me so tight.”
He starts pounding harder, and I'm trying so hard not to moan.
Every time David shifts in his chair or clears his throat, my whole body tenses or we freeze. And Alex just thrusts deeper like he knows the thought of getting caught made me wetter.
“You gonna come again for me right bitch?” he asks. “Come on my cock while he’s sipping his drink and waiting for you.”
I reached down to rub my clit, pleasure hitting me. It only takes a few seconds before I’m coming again…harder this time.
Alex made me squirt all little, which I’ve literally never done before. It made everything wetter and the sex sound louder, and Alex curses under his breath.
“Fuck— here it comes,” he warns, and then buries himself deep, coming inside me, filling me up. We stay like that for a second, both of us breathing like we just ran a mile.
So he pulls out slow, and I feel his hot cum start to drip down my thighs.
We clean up quickly with towels, trying not to laugh at how insane it all was. He gives me this cocky little smirk.
“I'll be here whenever you need a dick in you.”
“I definitely will,” I replied..
I put my clothes on, legs still shaky, and walk out like nothing happened. David looks up from his phone and smiles all sweet.
“Hey babe, you okay? Took a while. Feel relaxed?”
I smile back, feeling Alex still leaking out of me, warm and secret. “Yeah,” I say.
“Best massage I’ve ever had in my life.