As an athlete, I learned early the importance of keeping your body tuned and maintained. The sports chiropractor and I were on a regular schedule to keep my body in line. Over the years, I continued looking for a regular massage therapist that would support my flexibility and my need to be fit. I lamented losing another therapist that I had come to treasure Camille as she worked to eliminate the pain in my knee. She told me about Adam, a massage therapist, whom another triathlete used and who had great results.
Adam was in his late thirties, 6'2", with skin as dark as night and shaved head. Physically fit, and hands that found spots on your body that I did not know were hurting. Me? In my late forties, a college athlete who turned to cycling and then ironman triathlons in my early forties, 5'10" and 210 pounds of thick muscles that yearn for stretching and flexibility.
My first visit with Adam was impressive. Nearly two hours with his hands relaxing, prodding, and finding how my body worked under his touch. His approach to draping was relaxed, and I was certainly open to this as his professionalism was superb. Somewhere in the massage, I felt the blood flow to my cock, and the swelling began in response to his touches to my body. No comments; however, I noted what had occurred.
Over dinner that Saturday evening, my wife asked how the session went, and if I liked the new therapist. I told her all about him, and that yes, I would be seeing him again. I omitted the part about the swelling he produced by touching my body as I was unsure about my feelings. Christina knows me well and must have sensed something more.
That evening she was the leader in taking me to bed. Her appetite for cock sucking has always been good, but tonight she was slurping me deeply into her mouth as I felt her slide her lubed fingers into my ass. Not a surprise that we both enjoy anal play; however, tonight was bigger and more aggressive as she continued her assault on my ass and my cock.
Dropping my stiff cock out of her mouth, she was vocal as she encouraged me on. "Come on, open your ass for Adam, I know you want that." She added another finger to the mix. "That's right, open up for us."
My orgasm was fast approaching, and she swallowed my cock deep into her mouth and took my cock's explosion entirely. Christina continued to suck me until I was soft in her mouth. Christina moved her body to be face to face, her lips plumped from cock sucking and were covered in my cum as she began to kiss me deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue. Sweet and salty. She continued kissing me as she ground her freshly waxed pussy against me. Harder and harder until a felt the soft whimper in her kisses signaling her orgasm. Sleep came quickly.
In the morning light, there was no replay or comments about the previous night's lovemaking.
Adam and his massage became a weekly encounter, and the results were always the same. Incredible massage work and the ever-present swollen cock of mine. There were a few follow-ups from Christina about how my massages were going and many questions about Adam.
Evenings after my massages, Christina initiated physical encounters that were more fucking than lovemaking. It finally happened that my car was in the shop and I had a 5:00 pm appointment. I took an Uber over and asked Christina to pick me up so we could go to dinner with a couple that we had shared more than just meals in the past.
As Adam walked me to the front, Christina is looking as hot as she could. I knew the attire was as much for Adam as it was for me. I introduced them, and we headed to the car. Once in the car, it started. "Oh my, you never told me what a physical specimen your Adam is."
The conversation that night was laced with sexual innuendo and suggestions as Christina told our friends about my therapist and the reaction he produced in me.
That night the clothes came off quickly, and before I could grab Christina and toss her on the bed, she scampered off to the bathroom. When she returned, she was wearing her strap-on cock that she used with her girlfriends when they would have a "ladies' night out."
Her faux-cock attire was used sporadically on me, but I usually would have to ask and get her in the mood. Tonight, she was the aggressor and kept talking about how I should think about feeling Adam's cock inside me.
We spend hours that night in nearly every sexual position possible with a couple.
Unlike the first time after seeing Adam, he was her topic of conversation over morning coffee. Throughout her inquisition about how I would feel about another man, I kept quiet about telling her the truth. I had thought about Adam fucking my ass and knew that Adam was well-equipped.
He and I connected over the weeks and months, and then he left the place where he was working and began working out of his apartment. I knew that during our massage times together, we had progressed to his touching all of me and my staying silent, and with body language, it was apparent that I was implying it was ok.