This is a spin-off storyline from an earlier submission – “Crossing the Line”, with my adopted heroine re-defining her limits.
Alissa, or Ali as she likes to be called, is a modern day enigma, a person hard to understand or explain, inscrutable and definitely mysterious. The public image is one of propriety. At 41 years of age she has been married to her husband, James, for 20 wonderful years and remains as devoted to him now as she ever was. Ali is also the doting mother to her 10 year old daughter and, having given up working full time several years ago, gives her time freely to the school PTA and occasionally coaches for the schools junior lunch-time tennis programme. Despite working part-time as a massage therapist, she runs her household with the efficiency of a drill sergeant-major and yet still manages to convey a welcoming, hospitable ambiance about her home for her visitors. Make no mistake, James, who is 15 years her senior, may be the man of the house and the bread-winner, but Ali rules the roost and the bedroom. And herein lies the enigma. Ali is, by any definition of the word, stunning. At a lithe 5 foot 4 inches she carries her 125 pounds with cat-like suppleness, the envy of her peers thanks to an active lifestyle. Whilst most women tend to shorten their hair as they age in a vain attempt to allude to youth, Ali can still hold her full, blonde, shoulder-length locks with the confidence and looks of a woman barely touching 30. A strict skin regimen holds back the ravages of time and gives her slightly almond shaped face a youthful appearance, complemented by alert, sparkling emerald green eyes and well rounded sensuous lips. Her penchant for form fitting clothes, above the knee skirts, and high heeled shoes, accentuate her shapely legs, and attract the lustful stares of any male who happens to cross her path. In effect, Ali is a tease. She knows it, loves it, and uses it to full effect to keep the passion in her marriage on the boil. No-one, not even Ali, can figure out why she is such a tease. James works very hard. As anyone can attest, the long hours and mental strains of our higher profile white-collar jobs are as sapping of mind and body as any manual labour could ever be. Worse still, shuffling paper and juggling numbers never built up a bicep nor gave any man a six pack to be proud of. Whilst James would confess he could probably do better at keeping in shape, truth was, at nearly 57 years of age, he no longer had any inclination to do so, preferring instead to rush straight home from work to be with his family. James realized a couple of years ago that he could no longer keep up with Ali’s sexual needs. The rigors of work, the pleasures of playing with their inquisitive, energetic daughter, and dealing with a wife still in her sexual prime were all factors adding to his stress and reduced libido. At night, in the sanctity of their bedroom, Ali would do her best to ease James’ stress. Naked, she would work her hands over his still handsome 6 foot frame, coaxing appreciative sighs from him as she massaged his worries away. She genuinely enjoyed giving James his rubs and would often regale James with tales of her PTA duties, or, to get him aroused, share with him her flirtatious exploits with unknown persons she had met in on-line chat rooms. Both of them got a thrill from Ali’s tales and subsequent fantasies, however, she kept the less pleasant encounters to herself for fear of upsetting James. Even on-line Ali had standards and it had taken time for her to build a ‘safe’ circle of friends. Invariably, as James lay on the bed, face down, enjoying Ali’s ability to work the stresses of the day out of his body, she would be sat, straddled across his back, working the oils up into his back, up through his broad shoulders and back again. It would always be intensely erotic for her and she would think how much better it would be to give all massages this way, rather than standing to the side or at the top or bottom of the client. She always focused on James’ back and enjoyed the motion of her body as she rubbed her sex over his lower back, always seeking to give herself pleasure and hopefully arouse her man. Once satisfied with the work on his back she always looked forward to turning him over, planting herself across his mid-riff, and teasingly repeat the process on his chest, neck and shoulders. Even if this failed to get a response from his manhood, she knew that when she shifted down to his stomach and then through down to his thighs, she would manipulate James until his cock would came to life or, she would have to take him in her mouth. Some days were more difficult than others, but once James was hard she knew her man would stay hard until she had what she needed. She enjoyed bringing her man to a stiff erection and then raising herself above him so that she may slowly impale herself on his glorious rod. Once deep inside her she would resume rubbing his chest as she began to ride his cock and lose herself in whatever fantasy took her at that time. A threesome perhaps, or being taken in a dark alley by a stranger, or just making love with James in his office, they all worked. She would ride her man, controlling the pressures exerted on her sex, until she was ready to let go and feel her orgasm rip through and fulfill her need like no number of her fingers ever could. Only then could she look forward to a restful sleep. Ali’s biggest problem, if you could call it that, was her spare time. With their daughter in 6th Grade and only working 3 days per week at “Jayne’s Health & Beauty Spa”, she would often find herself with hours to spare and nothing to do. It was during these free hours that she would find herself in front of the computer flirting outrageously in chat rooms or e-mail exchanges with men from half way across the world. Many an afternoon had found her well manicured fingers wandering down to her well trimmed, moist pussy and playing with herself, lost in her own world of fantasies, egged on by the sexual innuendos of her e-pals. The internet. A place where anyone can be whomsoever they wish, anonymously, and play out their deepest darkest fantasies with people one may never ever meet. Her fantasies were vivid and her masturbation sessions frequent, but, never did she ever feel the urge to stray, to be unfaithful. It’s not like Ali had never had the opportunity to stray, she just did not want to. Even at the Spa the opportunities had been aplenty. She only worked at the Spa because she wanted to, not because she needed to. James was an excellent provider. Ali enjoyed keeping busy and enjoyed the comradery of the work place and networking with her female clients. As a rule, she declined male clients unless under exceptional circumstances. Ali had discovered long ago that, with her physical appeal, virtually all of men she gave massages to would become excessively aroused by her proximity and expert hands. It was bad enough that most of her female clients had, at one time or another, made a pass at her, she did not need the complication of a male entourage. Well, with one exception, Dan. James was well aware of all of the happenings in Ali’s life and knew of Dan, a regional Manager for one of the High Street banks who came into town from time to time on inspection visits. Quite by accident he had become a client of Ali’s and, to be honest, Ali got a kick out of the on-going flirty relationship. Dan was close to Ali’s age, a bit older, and although he was good looking and in decent shape, it was his wit and deprecating manner that endeared him to Ali. Make no mistake, Dan was no saint and had confessed to Ali to having extra marital flings with more than one bored housewife client of the bank, however, Ali was not one of them. Physically, Dan had no secrets from Ali. Indeed, on more than one occasion Dan’s manhood had become quite obvious as Ali’s hands rubbed soothing oils into his body. Never tempted, she had simply allowed herself to smile and sometimes offer to leave the room if he needed some ‘alone time’. Dan’s reaction would be to typically reply, “Don’t let this cum between us, Ali”, or, “How embarrassing, do you have anywhere I could put this for a while?” A real card. So, all was well in Ali’s world until she had stumbled across an equally enigmatic man, Ryan, on the internet, and, after several weeks, and in the company of James, had met him for a wild night of threesome sex at a nearby hotel. That night, when she and James had crossed a line, had opened her eyes to the possibilities and whetted her appetite for more adventures. It had barely been a month since that episode and it had fired both her and James’ enthusiasm in the bedroom to the point where it seemed sex had never been better. She couldn’t get the images or the feelings of pure satisfaction out of her mind. One morning as she prepared for work James shook her from another reverie by saying,”Doesn’t Dan come in for his fix today?” “Huh? Pardon?” “Dan, our friendly, lecherous banker. Doesn’t he have an appointment today?” “Oh yes, I think he does. I’m not sure I’m in the mood for him today,” and even as she said it she looked down at her work uniform and thought how decidedly unfeminine it was. The ‘uniforms’ at “Jayne’s” were a choice of functional poly-cotton blend, double-breasted jacket and matching pants with red piping around the collar and down the sides of the jacket and pants, or a matching dress in a similar style, double breasted with a slight flare from the waist.