My name is Sandra, and my husband Ed and I are thirty-four years old and live in a nice suburb of Houston with our one-year old daughter. Ed is gainfully employed in the banking industry, and although I also had a good job as a systems analyst, I was able to quit when our daughter was born.
We met in our senior year in college and have had a picture-perfect marriage for the past eleven years, at least until seven months ago when I got pregnant with our second child. That second pregnancy, coming so soon after the birth of our first child, created a lot of mental pressure on Ed. Even though he is well-employed, the loss of my income and the looming cost of another child, coupled with other pressures in the troubled banking industry, had caused him to become severely depressed.
His employer has an excellent wellness program, so Ed was under the care of a psychiatrist who prescribed antidepressant medication. The medication and therapy sessions seemed to be helping him, but the medication also has some serious side-effects, at least as far as our sex life is concerned. The medication caused erectile dysfunction and a loss of sexual desire.
That was a big deal since we had been accustomed to having sex at least five times per week from the time we started dating. I tried everything to get him interested in sex again, but even sucking his soft cock wasn’t enough. He just could not respond sexually to me either emotionally or physically.
For some reason, probably due to my hormones, I had developed strong sexual needs in my seventh month of pregnancy, and I tried to satisfy myself by masturbating every day. I also tried to stay in shape by exercising every day, and that’s how the events in this story started to unfold. I take walks every evening after Ed gets home, and before we eat our dinner, and since it was summer it stayed light out until at least 9:00 PM. We have a nice jogging/biking trail near our home, and I just love my long walks in those beautiful surroundings.
One evening I was out walking and came upon a young man sitting beside the trail fixing the tire on his bicycle. I didn’t recognize him at first, but then saw that he was Josh, the twenty-year-old son of our next-door neighbors. We had lived next to them for eleven years, and I watched Josh grow from a nine year old boy to the near-adult that he is today. He and his parents often came over to our pool in the summer, and I had seen him develop to his present six feet two-inch height and one hundred and eighty pound weight. He's a handsome young man with dark blonde hair and muscular frame, and I knew that he's a big bicycling enthusiast. I stopped in front of him and said, “Hi, Josh, sorry that you’re having trouble with your bike.”
He looked up and said, “Oh hi, Mrs. L., I got a flat, but I should have it fixed soon.”
I stood there watching him work and then noticed something that made my temperature rise. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground next to the trail, and I saw the lumps of a very large cock and balls in his tight biking shorts. He had not been to our pool as much in the past several years since he was spending more time with his high school and college friends, and he always wore baggy swim trunks when he was there. I hadn't noticed how big his cock was becoming. I kept standing there talking with him, just so I would be able to stare at his large genitalia.
At one point Josh looked up at me and got a concerned look on his face and said, “If you don’t mind me saying so, Mrs. L., you look pretty uncomfortable standing there. You seem to be favoring your back, and I know that you must be in some pain carrying that baby.”
I was a little surprised that he would make such a personal comment and I said, “Well, that’s very perceptive of you, Josh. But how would you know how I’m feeling?”
Then he said, “Oh sorry, no offense, Mrs. L., but I’m in college studying to be a physical therapist, and we’ve recently been covering the subject of prenatal massage therapy. So, we’re learning how to give massages to women in your condition. Just let me know if I can help.”
Then I remembered that he was in the physical therapy program at a college in our area, and felt bad for being so short with him. So I answered, as I stood there looking at his gorgeous cock lump, “Thanks for the offer, Josh. I’ll talk to Ed about it and see if it’s okay with him. After all, a massage can be a very intimate thing.”
Then as I was turning to continue on my walk, Josh said, “I’d be happy to help, and besides, we need to practice our massage skills to prepare for the test. It would be my pleasure to help you, and they have taught us to handle massage sessions in a professional manner.”
I could hardly believe the effect Josh was having on me just from seeing his big cock bulge. My pulse was racing, and my pussy was getting wet. I have never cheated on Ed, but I had enough other cock before we were married to know that his dick is a below average five inches, and Josh’s cock has to be bigger than any I had ever seen or felt in my pussy. I don’t think Josh would have affected me that way if Ed and I were still having frequent sex, but I found myself lusting after a twenty-year-old college boy, with a very big cock.
By the time I got home I had decided that I wanted Josh to give me a massage, and the best times would be during the day when our daughter is napping, Ed's at work and Josh might be home between classes. I also wanted to talk with Ed about it and get his blessing. I really felt bad for Ed due to his severe depression and erectile dysfunction, and didn’t want to add to his distress by meeting with Josh for a massage behind his back. Although, I wasn’t sure that Josh would even be interested in a pregnant thirty-four-year-old woman with a huge belly.
After dinner and putting our daughter to bed, I explained to Ed that I had seen Josh on the trail and that we had talked about him giving me a massage. Then I continued, “My back has been killing me for the last several weeks, and I could really use a good massage. But I wanted to know how you felt about it since a massage is very hands on and can be revealing.”
I could tell that Ed wasn’t feeling well, but he seemed to perk up a little and said, “We’ve known Josh since he was a little kid and I’m sure that he'll treat you respectfully. And anyway, he's seen you in your skimpy bikini dozens of times over the years, and I don’t see a problem with it. You deserve a little physical attention since I’ve been out of commission for the last seven months, so just enjoy it.”
It was a little surprising to me that Ed agreed so readily to allowing Josh give me a massage, and I couldn’t be sure that he had thought it all through. It was also unclear whether there was a hidden meaning in his comment about me deserving physical attention, but I was happy for his good attitude about it.
Ed always wants me to dress revealingly for him, and likes it when other men pay me attention. So maybe that was an innocent extension of his attitude. I still didn’t have any plans of trying anything with Josh, but just the potential for it when receiving an intimate massage gave me a little caution, even if Josh said that he would be professional about it.
I must admit that I am very good looking, and before becoming pregnant I was five feet six inches tall and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, with D-cup tits and a full, round ass. My jade-green eyes also contrast well with my short, perky-cut brunette hair. And now at seven months pregnant and nursing our daughter, my tits are a very full DD-cup and my ass is a little fuller. My belly is also very big, and I've gained a few pounds otherwise. But I thought that I still looked pretty good for my age and condition, and that my curves are sexy.
Josh was excited when I called him the next day to accept his offer of giving me a massage. It just so happened that he had time available between classes that day at about the same time our daughter would be down for her afternoon nap. He agreed to bring his massage table over, so I could be at home while my daughter was asleep. I decided that the best place to set up the table would be in my bedroom, which has a large open space between the bed and the mirrored wall of closet doors, and easy access to the bathroom so Josh could run warm water in the sink to heat up the massage oil.
During my conversation on the phone with Josh he explained, “To avoid putting too much pressure on the fetus and the mother, it's best if the mother is not massaged in a prone position on her belly or in a supine position on her back. The two appropriate positions for prenatal massages are either in a lateral recumbent, left-side-lying position with pillows in various areas for support, or in a kneeling position by the bed."
"In the kneeling position the mother places her knees on pillows on the floor for support, and then rests her upper body on the bed. One other thing I have to be careful of is to avoid touching pressure points on the wrists and ankles due to the risk of causing contractions.”
I had just finished breast feeding my daughter and putting her down for her nap the next day when Josh arrived and set up his table in my bedroom. He was wearing a simple tight t-shirt and a pair of tight, white shorts, which showed off his muscular body. I had decided to try the side-lying position on the table first, but I was starting to get a little nervous about Josh seeing me almost nude.
So I asked, “Josh, how do you suggest that I be dressed for the massage? Do I wear my bra and underwear or what?”
Josh smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. L., it will be easier for me to give you the best possible massage if you aren’t wearing your underwear and bra. We can cover those areas with towels to preserve your modesty, but that will still allow me full access for massaging you.”
He turned his back while I took off my underwear and bra and lay on my side on the table, and I covered my breasts and mid-section with light blue towels. I was facing the mirror and Josh strategically placed a few pillows for support. It really felt strange being almost totally nude in front of that young man I had known since he was a little boy, but my very wet pussy was telling me that I was enjoying it. I just hoped that Josh wouldn’t be able to smell my arousal.
Josh turned on some soothing, new-age music on a small CD player that he brought with him, and then stood behind me to start massaging my neck and shoulders. I mostly closed my eyes, but by squinting I saw him behind me in the mirrors. The warm oil and his muscular hands felt wonderful on my neck and shoulders, and with the music and his massage I was feeling very relaxed. He slowly moved down and lifted the towel a little, so he could rub all my back, and it felt so good when he moved his hands to the sides of my big tits.
He stopped his downward movement at my lower back where most of my pain was, and then gently ran his hands over my belly, all the way from the bottom of my heavy breasts, which he rubbed slightly, to just a little under the other towel and below my belly button, just short of my pubis.
I kept my eyes closed and said in a dream-like voice, “Oh, Josh, everything you’ve done feels so wonderful. That really seems to be a good program at your school, and you have just the right touch.”
Then he said, “Thanks a lot, Mrs. L., but I still have a lot of area to cover. I haven’t even started your legs yet.”
Being in that situation with Josh rubbing my almost-nude body, it seemed a little silly for him to still be calling me Mrs. L., so I said, “Josh, why don’t you call me Sandra or Sandy from now on. You’re in college and a mature young man, and I’d be more comfortable with it that way.”
I could see him smile in the mirror as he said, “Thank you, Sandra, I’d like that.”
After massaging my belly, he moved his hands to my back, and focused his attention just under the towel and on the top of my ass cheeks. He stayed a little bit away from my ass crack, but he was actively massaging the top half of my ass. Then he moved down to my legs, and worked his way up from my feet, which really felt good, up my calves, and then to the backs of my thighs. I was still watching him with squinted eyes, and as his hands worked up to the junction of my ass and thighs, I saw a bulge growing in his shorts.
The towel had moved up a little and I was certain that he could see my puffy, hair-covered labia from behind. I probably should have pulled the towel down a little, but I liked knowing that just the sight of my pussy was having that affect on him. He continued massaging farther up and was soon rubbing the lower half of my ass, but still staying away from my crack and pussy. That bulge in his shorts was then curled around his thigh, and I was curious about what it would look like in the flesh.
It looked like he was finishing up the massage and it seemed to be a good time to initiate a little titillating discussion about the experience. I was feeling very aroused when I said, “Everything felt amazing, Josh, and I have to ask you a question. How do you keep yourself under control when you’re massaging a woman like me? Some of your contact was very intimate, but I still got the feeling that you were holding back a little with me.”
Josh looked a little embarrassed when he replied, “To tell you the truth, Sandra, you're the first woman I've ever massaged privately. My other training has been with men and women volunteers at the college, in a classroom setting. This is the first time I’ve ever been alone with a woman during a massage, and you being pregnant makes it even more of a new experience."
"And honestly, we've been trained to massage in some areas where I didn’t go today, but I wasn’t quite sure how far I could go without offending you. And as far as being in control is concerned, I have to admit that some of my thoughts aren’t totally professional. You're a truly beautiful woman, Sandra.”
I gathered my thoughts and made it obvious that I was staring at his bulging crotch as I replied, “Thank you, Josh. I really appreciate hearing that you think I’m beautiful, because I don’t feel that way with this big belly. And don’t feel bad about being a little aroused, because I was definitely aroused by what you were doing. And if you want to massage me again, I think next time I’d like you to massage me in all areas.”
He blushed a little, and after looking briefly at the towel covering my breasts and flaring his nostrils, he replied, “I’m glad that you enjoyed the massage, Sandra. Next time I’d be happy to give you the full treatment, and I really enjoy doing this for you and being with you.”
Josh then turned his back, so I could get off the table and put my robe on, and that’s’ when I saw what he was looking at a few moments earlier. The light blue towel covering my breasts had two big dark blue spots where my milk had leaked when I got aroused during the massage. And I also saw a wet spot on the table from my soaking wet pussy. His flaring nostrils meant that he had smelled and likely had seen my juices earlier. So, that had been a very arousing afternoon for both of us, even though nothing sexual happened.
I was still aroused by the massage after Josh left, so I masturbated myself to two orgasms before my daughter got up from her nap. And then that night after Ed and I got into bed, I told him all about the massage in graphic detail and how turned on I got, and even about the huge cock bulge in Josh’s shorts.
I was starting to give him even more details in hopes of stimulating his soft cock when he said, “Oh fuck, Sandra, I can see how much you've been missing out on the sex we used to have, and the next time you meet with Josh I’d like for you to get the full massage and whatever that entails.”
He surprised me giving his permission so easily and I asked, “Are you sure about this, Ed? If his massage gets any more intimate, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from fucking him. From the way he was looking at the milk-soaked towel, I’m sure that he’ll want to suck milk from my tits. And if he does that, I’ll definitely want him to fuck me. So are you sure about this? And if you're okay with it, how did you mentally get comfortable with it?”