Wild Touch

If I had known how things would turn out when I started to do private in home massages, I may have chosen to do something. I like to work with my hands and I really enjoy making people feel good. I took some classes and even passed my states requirements to become licensed. I didn’t want to work for a company so I started up my own. I have a long list of good clients that pay well and treat me great.

I did everything by the book, and surprised even myself when I allowed a situation to go too far. I am married to a wonderful man, and I am extremely happy with our marriage. That’s why I’m even more surprised about what I had done.  I never dreamed I would ever cheat, and I never set out to cheat. It just happened, and I am not sure what to do about it.

I met this new guy from a prior client, so I didn’t mind taking him on. I made it plain in the beginning like I do with all my first time clients. I went over the rules, and he was okay with everything. I go over everything first so there are no surprises. My number one rule is no sexual touching of any kind. I wear nurse scrubs so I don’t turn on a client by accident by wearing something revealing. I aim high to be as professional as I can.

Well as it turns out I am not the professional I started out to be. The client, I will call him Jeff to protect his identity. Jeff called me one day telling me his friend referred him to me, and was wondering if I had time to fit him in. I told him that I had a new opening due to a client moving away. I like to meet up in a public place with new clients before deciding on taking them on. If I feel uncomfortable with them for any reason I feel safe enough to turn them down.

Jeff made me feel really comfortable, and he was happy to abide by my rules. So I set up an appointment for him, and began our sessions. For four long months, I would show up at his place and set up my stuff, and give him an hour long massage. Not once in all that time had he been anything less than a perfect gentleman. He never tried to expose himself. A few times I noticed that he had gotten an erection, but even then he never pushed it on to me or complained about it.

I was surprised by the size of the tent he created in the towel that covered him, it seemed too big to be true, but what else could it have been. I was a bit embarrassed by it but never let it show. Several of my clients had gotten an erection during our sessions and we always handled it like adults. With Jeff though, something was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I couldn’t take my mind off it either. I found myself fantasizing about it on a daily basis. I have always been satisfied with my sexual partners before my husband and am more than satisfied with him. I’ve never needed an overly large tool to make me happy. I’m not a size queen or anything like that by any means.

I couldn’t believe it when during the course of a normal massage that I’ve done a thousand times before. My wedding ring got snagged on the towel covering his manhood as I was pulling away. The towel came free exposing his erect state. He hadn’t realized it at first, till he noticed me standing there with my mouth wide open staring down at his massive engorged manhood. He then looked over at what I was obviously looking at and realized he was exposed. Like the gentleman he is, he immediately covered himself with his hands and tried to apologize. He was not able to cover up as well as he would have liked. He had more than his hands could hide.

I broke loose from the trance I was in and explained what happened and told him it was entirely my fault. I apologized over and over. He put me to ease and said that we were both adults and accidents happen. I managed to get the towel free of my ring and handed it back to him. I wanted to walk away but I was stuck there in awe over what I had seen.

Without even a seconds thought I helped him get the towel in place and I just wrapped my hand around his stiff member and started to massage it. He was so thick I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it. My hand had oil on it from the massage, so I was able to slide up and down his shaft with ease. He didn’t say a word just let me go on with the hand job I had started. As my hand slid up and down his hard shaft, I could feel the bulging veins, I felt a heartbeat but wasn’t sure if it was mine or his.

I stood there watching my hand stroke him under the towel. I was not in control of myself. Inside I was screaming at my hand to let go, but my hand had a mind of its own. I soon felt my other hand move in, felt the cotton material of the towel come in contact with my fingers. I was horrified to see my fingers pinch the material and lift it away. This time I was doing it on purpose, and I couldn’t do anything to stop myself. I slowly pulled the towel away and dropped it to the floor. There before my very eyes I witnessed my hand doing the naughty deed. This had to be a dream; I would never do such a thing in all my life. I was a married woman after all.

I began to stroke him with desire and happiness. I had gone too far to just pull away and stop. I had to finish what I started, it wouldn’t have been right if I hadn’t. He began to moan as I rubbed up and down his shaft, the oil allowed me to harden my grip without causing him any friction. I began to stroke him faster, and harder. He was really getting into it, bucking his hips thrusting into my tightened hand. I had a feeling he was getting close to popping his pent up seed. Then out of nowhere I lowered my head and took his engorged tip into my open mouth. I had used my free hand to brace myself on the table; otherwise I would have fallen and ruined what I was in the process of doing.

His size prevented me to take much more than the head in my mouth. He truly was larger than anything I have ever seen in real life. I could only take an inch or so into my drooling mouth, so I kept my hand moving up and down his shaft. I decided to take his load in my mouth so there wouldn’t be a mess, it was the least I could do. My mouth was stretched to the limit, my hand flying up and down in a blur. I felt Jeff place a hand on my shoulder, and heard him whisper that he was getting really close. Then all of a sudden I felt him explode in my mouth. I kept stroking, as he released rope after rope into my waiting mouth. I swallowed several times trying my best to not lose a single drop. He just kept squirting over and over. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more I felt him relax, his hand fell from my shoulder and his eruption subsided. I kept my hand stroking for a few minutes more, to make sure I got every last drop.

After that I just pulled away and left the room. I was beyond shocked at what just transpired. What the hell was I going to do now? I crossed the line all on my own, and had only myself to blame. Jeff came out several minutes later, and asked about the next appointment. That folks is a different story.

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