A month ago, for our 22nd anniversary, my husband booked a massage for me. I had never had one, but had heard from my girlfriends how soothing, relaxing and calming they could be. Thus, I was looking forward to the experience, hoping it would be everything I had heard.
As much as I was looking forward to the pampering, I was apprehensive about the procedure. I knew it involved disrobing, but I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with being naked in front of someone, especially if the masseuse turned out to be a man. I hadn’t been undressed in front of any man except my husband in, well, a long time.
I arrived at the spa, checked in, and after a few minutes I heard someone-a male someone-call “Grace?? Grace Rockwell??” I looked up from my magazine to see a tall, dark haired, well toned young man. My heart skipped as he called my name again. I stood and he smiled. I walked over to him, he introduced himself as Andrew, extending his hand to shake mine. I could feel the strength in his grip. I also felt myself getting damp as his blue eyes looked into mine, and I realized that he would soon be seeing me completely naked.
“Come on back, we’ll get you ready.” He escorted me back to the massage room, which had a screen to undress behind, and where there was a robe and several towels. He had the room ready with scented candles. I undressed and put a towel around me, then put the robe on and walked out.
Andrew was getting set up for me, adjusting the wide massage table and asking me to let him know if the temperature was good. He had me lie on it, on my belly, once I had taken the robe off. I still had the towel around me, but it was obvious it was not going to cover all my sensitive places. He pulled the towel down, leaving it around my waist, and I was relieved that I was not so exposed.
Andrew started the massage, working first on my shoulders, then down my back. His hands were strong and magical. I was amazed at how he could relieve the tension in my body so firmly, yet gently. He was quiet, hardly talking to me, except to ask if he was putting too much pressure on some of the more sensitive spots. After about 15 minutes, I was in a state of limbo, somewhere between wakefulness and dreamy semi sleep on the heated table. It was good for my mind as well as my body, allowing both to relax and rest.
Andrew moved down to work my legs once he had finished with my back. I expected he’d start with my thighs, continuing his progress, but instead went to my feet, rubbing them and flexing my toes. I felt the burn as he stretched my toes, but it felt good. His foot massage was exquisite. I had never had my feet massaged in such a relaxing way, and I was soon in a dreamy la-la land. After doing the right foot, he moved to the left, giving it equal treatment. Then he started up my right calf, kneading and rubbing deeply, followed by the same attention to the left. Aside from the wonderful relaxation that came from the massage, I noticed I was getting aroused by Andrew’s firm touch, especially now that he was about to start on my thighs.
He started massaging the outside of my right thigh, then worked over the top side, then to my inner thigh. I instinctively opened my legs a little so he had better access. As I moved, I could feel the coolness of the air on my pussy as my outer labia opened. I knew Andrew had to see my state of arousal as he worked. He massaged the inside of my right thigh, and I knew I was getting wet as his touch was, oh, so close to my open pussy.
He finished my right thigh, then moved to my left side, starting the same process there, working up from my knee. Again, I moved to open my legs, giving him better access. As he massaged the inside of my left thigh, I gently moaned as he reached my pussy. I felt his finger trace the outside of my labia, giving me a start. The adult voice inside me was saying, ‘Hey!!’ my mouth said, “Mmmm…yes,” very softly. I felt his finger again go up my left outer lip, then back down on the right. I adjusted my hips to allow Andrew better access, and I soon found myself into another stage of the massage, this one much more intimate. I knew it was not the Deluxe package my husband paid for, but I was not about to deny myself the upgrade.
Having now gently stimulated my outer labia, Andrew started on my now open inner lips, gently inserting one finger inside me, then two, playing with my clit with his other hand. He was not hurried, and his touch was bringing me to a slow boil. I felt a third finger go into my pussy, and I flinched as he stretched me. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, the started moving in and out of me, all the while playing my clit with his other hand. My slow boil started roll, and then he found my G spot, and I opened my mouth, my fists clenched as an orgasm rolled over me in a long wave. Andrew held his fingers inside me til I released, then he gently played them Beykoz Escort in and out of my inner labia.
As I relaxed on the downhill side of my orgasm, I sighed, quite contented with the attention I had just received. “Feeling OK, Mrs. Rockwell??” asked Andrew as he started to massage my lower back again.
“Mmmm hmmm,” I replied dreamily. “This is way better than I could have ever expected. And call me Grace.”
“Good. I’m glad I can make you relax and take some stress away.”
“Oh, you’ve done that marvelously. I don’t want it to stop.”
“We’re in no hurry, Grace. I have plenty of time for you.”
“Mmmm, take your time, then,” I said, still in a very relaxed, orgasmic fog.
Andrew worked down from my back to my butt, giving it a good work over, then lifted it so it was slightly off the table. My pussy was wide open now, after Andrew had played me so wonderfully. He stepped away a moment, then I felt the table shift slightly, and a large, blunt object at my opening. Really large. I realized he must have gotten up on the table between my legs, and was now about to enter me-if he could get inside.
My husband is not small, a good 7″ and fairly thick. Andrew was clearly out of that league. Again, the adult voice in me said ‘don’t you dare let him put that in you, what about Tim??’ As before, I ignored that inner voice, and moved my hips, letting Andrew know he was welcome, at the same time realizing I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in our 22 plus years of marriage. Once I felt that plunge, I knew I was across the line and there was no turning back. Still, I wasn’t going to stop now, facing the reality of a hot young man wanting my middle aged pussy. He seemed to be having a little difficulty getting inside me, despite having just brought me to the height of arousal only a few minutes ago.
Andrew was patient, though, playing the massive head of his cock up and down my labia, teasing my clit. He soon made another attempt at my open, begging lips, this time getting the head in, stretching me open as it went in. “Ohhh…” I whimpered as he put about two inches of his shaft in before meeting resistance. He held there, holding my ass. After a few moments, he pulled away, almost all the way out, before pushing forward again. This time went a little easier, and he was able to get what I guessed was about half his cock in. The head was poking my G spot, and I felt him stretching me. He ran a finger over my clit, making me jump, as he slowly moved in and out of me, right on that magic spot, making me oh, so slowly crazy.
Again, he pulled back, and I whimpered again as he withdrew, this time poking my clit with the big head of his cock. He made circles and I drew in my breath as I felt the jolt from his stimulation. Then he pushed in a little farther than last time, pulling back again and working the head of his cock at my G spot, this time staying longer. He played there for about 30 seconds, and I had a crashing orgasm, crying out into the pillow I had on the table as I came. Andrew just held his cock in me while I convulsed all over it.
Once my orgasm subsided, he pushed his cock the rest of the way in, filling me with his thick erection. I felt like I was giving birth to one of my children, he stretched me so. Now relaxed from Andrew’s slow but steady entry, and one hellacious orgasm, I was ready for the main event. He slowly started stroking his cock in and out of me, taking his time. It seemed like an eternity as he fully entered me, his cockhead going to my cervix, holding a moment, then pulling away. He’d stop just before the head left me, letting it sit just inside my pussy, then push back in again. He kept repeating this pattern, sometimes pulling out to tease my clit, sometimes playing it over my G spot. It seemed he instinctively knew the places that would make me tingle and jump. After about 15 minutes, and three orgasms for me, I heard his breath shorten, and he took several short strokes inside me. I was already slick inside from a steady flow of his precome. I knew what was going to happen next.
The voice in my head, the responsible one, was saying ‘Nooooo!! Don’t let him do it!!’. My mouth said, “Inside me, Andrew, honey.” I pushed up and back, grinding my pussy into his cock. “Come inside me. God, I want your come.” I hoped his ejaculation would be as wonderful as everything else.
I felt him push deep, the throbbing head of his cock pressed against the opening to my womb. “Ohhhhhh…yes…” I whimpered as I felt his swelling dick fully stretching me. His hips shuddered, and I felt his big balls pull up against me as his cock pulsed, and a rush of semen filled my anxious vagina, then another, then another, each one filling me with a heat I had never known; filling my cunt and my womb-my unprotected womb. He kept coming for what seemed like forever. I Beykoz Escort Bayan started to come about the fifth time he spurted into me, still shooting long, lush bursts of semen, which by then were overflowing me.
Andrew stayed hard inside me for a good five minutes, stroking slowly in my messy cunt, all the while he was gently massaging my lower back. I was savoring the feeling of his hands on me while I could still feel the heat of his cock and come inside my flooded pussy. Finally he started to soften, and he slipped from me. Immediately I felt a big glob of his come spill back out of me, dripping over my clit and into a puddle on the sheet. I moaned gently, partly from the feel of his come dripping from my pussy, partly from the feeling of my pussy now being empty as the head of his massive dick left me.
I heard him get a hot towel from the steamer on the counter behind me. “Can I get you a towel, Grace??”
I felt another drip from my pussy. “Mmmmm…not just yet. I want to have a few minutes to savor this,” I said, still slightly giddy from the massage and the colossal slow fucking I had just received. I turned to see where he was, and saw him to my left, facing away from me, getting a good view of his tight ass as he worked at the counter behind me. Then he turned toward me, and I got a glimpse of what had just been ravaging my 45 year old pussy. His cock had relaxed a bit now that he was spent, but it still had to be almost six inches soft, and his balls were the size of lemons. I pictured him hard. No wonder it took him three passes to get that thing inside me.
I reached out for him, and Andrew came to me. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it. I looked up at him. “What you do with this thing is amazing.”
Andrew smiled. “Thanks. I just do my best to make my clients happy.”
I continued stroking, kissing the head. I watched as my wedding set moved up and down his shaft. He was getting hard again. I rolled to my side, facing Andrew, now giving him a full frontal view. I felt his cock twitch, so he must have liked what he saw, my C cup tits with their nipples erect, and my soaked pussy, my dark blonde bush tangled and matted, his come dripping from it and down my thigh to the table.
I took the head in my mouth, not able to get much more in, it was so fat. I licked him clean, noticing how nice his come mixed with my juices tasted. I released his head, then licked up and down his shaft, not stopping til he was completely clean-and again completely hard.
“Oh my God…” I said softly, looking in awe at the massive tool hanging in front of my face. I sat up on the table, now determined to get as much of this marvelous piece of manhood into my mouth. I took his cock in my hand, licked around the head, and got my mouth around it. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head, then took a couple inches in. Andrew just stood still, letting me get used to his size, and trying to accommodate him in my small mouth. He tasted hot, his flavor a mix of dick, semen, and pussy. I was still open and come soaked from his recent invasion of my pussy, but I could feel myself getting turned on again.
I could also taste Andrew’s precome as I worked on him, now getting about half his monster cock in my mouth. I was unsure how I wanted to finish him; feeling him come in my pussy was intense, and I wondered how his huge load would feel shooting into my mouth. But it was so hot having his dick in me, I wanted to feel it again.
I sucked on Andrew’s cock til I could feel it leaking profusely, a steady stream of his sperm seeping onto my tongue. When I heard his breath get short, I knew he was getting close, and I pulled him from my mouth. I moved so my legs were hanging off the end of the table, taking his hand and guiding him there. I leaned back, giving him access to my pussy. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
Andrew smiled, placing he head of his cock at my opening. He pushed in gently, though a lot easier this time due to the lubrication provided by his first load. He reached my cervix and held. I moaned as I adjusted once more to the size of his cock and the way it filled me. I felt his balls on my ass, and he lifted my legs to improve the angle. I gasped as I felt him go just a little bit deeper.
Now that I was well lubed, it was easy for him to thrust in and out of me, which he did more forcefully than the first time. I was in a better position this time, and I met him as he pushed into me, his big balls slapping my ass each time he hit bottom. He was stretching me as he did before, and I came several times as he fucked me. The last few minutes, I was in a state of constant ecstasy, just letting out a long moan from the fullness in my pussy, the way his cock spread my cunt open and how he drew it over my clit.
Andrew’s breath was getting short again, and I knew I was about Beykoz Escort to get another hopefully colossal load. I looked up and down his well toned upper body, watching the way his muscles flexed as he drove into me, finally looking into his eyes. “Come inside me. I want your hot come flooding me again.”
Andrew closed his eyes, and his hips bucked, then he pushed in deep. I yelped from the sudden intrusion to my depths. It set me off. “God, yes, come in my pussy, fill my womb with your seed!!” I sounded like a porn film, but I was overcome by the intensity of this 27 year old man who had upset my world.
Even through my orgasm, I could feel his cock pulse and the head swell, and his sperm spewed into me, strong, full blasts of his semen filling me and overflowing me. It seemed like he came for ten minutes and dumped a quart of come into my already soaked pussy. He let go of my legs, and I let them fall over the edge of the table, hanging in the air as he finished filling me.
When Andrew was done, our eyes met. He took my hands in his, pulling me up, and kissed me. It was a long, sensual kiss, affection as much as lust. I pulled away, out of breath. “That was amazing. I had no idea a massage could be so fulfilling.”
Andrew smiled. “I’m glad. Happy anniversary.”
“Thanks. It will be one I always remember.” Andrew smiled again, and slowly pulled his spent cock from my pussy. He went to the steamer and got us both towels, though I wasn’t sure there were enough towels in there to sop up the complete mess Andrew had made of me. I hoped I could at least get enough of his come cleaned up-not that I wanted to lose any of it-to get home and into the shower before Tim got home from work.
I finally got cleaned up enough to get dressed, standing on wobbly legs and stepping into my panties and pulling my skirt on. I decided the hell with my bra, pulling my dark green top over me, and stuffed my bra in my purse. I was still excited, and I could feel my nipples on the silky fabric. I normally don’t go braless, but I felt good doing it now, suddenly more alive and free than I had in years.
I came out from behind the screen, and kissed Andrew, tucking a $50 bill into his hand. “Grace, you don’t need to do this,” he said when he realized what I had slipped him. “It was my total pleasure to work with you this afternoon.”
I put my hand over his, holding it. “No, Andrew, it was my total pleasure, and that’s only a small, inadequate token of my gratitude. Today has been priceless.” He smiled and we kissed again. I looked at him a moment, almost getting lost in his deep blue eyes. “Maybe we’ll do this again some time.” As much as I thought that could be opening a can of worms I might not be able to reclose, I wanted an afternoon with him again.
I got home about an hour ahead of Tim, and took a long, hot shower. Aside from giving me the chance to clean up, it allowed me to let the feeling of the massage really sink in, and I was totally relaxed by the time my husband got home. He asked me how my massage went.
“It was a whole new experience. Way better than I could ever have expected. I was this close,” I held up my thumb and index finger, about 1/4 inch apart, “to just taking that young man’s hand-his name is Andrew-and running off with him so he could do that to me every day with his magic hands.”
“I guess you enjoyed it then??” said Tim, uncertainty in his voice.
“Oh, God, yes. I feel like wet spaghetti.”
“Speaking of which,” said Tim, deflecting, “how about we go to dinner. Andrew is not coming.”
Oh, but he did already, twice, I thought, as I laughed at Tim’s jealous moment. We had a nice dinner, and I sucked my husband off later that evening, much to his great delight. I told him he could return the favor the next night, as I was totally exhausted from the massage. Besides, I knew there was no way I could let Tim in my pussy without him knowing he was getting sloppy seconds.
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That was a month ago. A week ago, I was getting nervous because I was a week late on my period. It concerned me, but at 45, I’m on the cusp of the change of life, so I didn’t panic, even though I’ve been pretty regular since I first got it at 12. Today, I’m two weeks late. I went to Walgreens and picked up one of those home pregnancy tests, and I’m now sitting in my bathroom looking at it. I’m having a hard time processing what I’m seeing.
I’m pregnant. I’m sitting here at 45, pregnant. If the baby goes full term, I’ll be 46 when he(or she) is born. I’ll be chasing a toddler at 50, and paying college tuition with my Social Security.
How do I tell him??
How do I tell my husband of 22 years I’m pregnant?? How do I tell him the baby I’m having was conceived during the massage he gave me as an anniversary present?? How do I tell him I let Andrew, he of the magic touch, almost 20 years younger than I, put his huge cock inside me?? How do I tell him I let Andrew blast my fertile womb with a billion sperm, breeding me on the massage table?? How do I tell my older kids, now 18 and 20, that their mother is pregnant, and not by their father??
How do I tell him??
How??