Massage Confessions: The Married Man - Part Two

“Maybe your wife lets you do whatever you want when you’re with her, but this is my room, and in my room I’m in charge.”

Professionally, I split my time between providing massage and therapies in a luxury high end spa, and carting around my own portable massage table to see clients in their own homes. Needless to say, it’s usually the latter in which any ‘extra curricular’ situations tend to occur.

On the incredibly rare occasions in which something fun does sneak in during my Spa work, it tends to be swift and efficient in order to minimise any potential risk of getting caught. My finest and most effective handiwork, so to speak.

You’d certainly never catch me compromising my corporate overlord’s good reputation by doing something exceptionally explicit…

Hi. I’m Robyn. And this is the continued confession of a masseuse.

You can find part one HERE. I’d highly recommend reading it first, I’ll be picking up where we left off.

Slowly, I ran my fingers along the length of Leo’s cock, enjoying it tensing and twitching at the sensation of my touch.

“I’ve always dreamed of this kinda thing happening to me,” said Leo, beaming like all thirty-five plus of his lifelong Christmases had all arrived simultaneously in one moment of ecstatic bliss. “But I could never have imagined it’d be with someone so hot!”

Flattery will get you everywhere, I thought to myself, wrapping my fingers fully around the girth of his cock for a firmer and more prolonged stroke. My other hand ran itself over his nicely defined chest and torso, sensually mapping a route to the fun in his more intimate areas.

“You keep yourself in good shape,” I said, as casually as if I were commenting on the weather. “Anna is a lucky woman.”

For the second time in under a minute, Leo’s cock twitched and tensed at the sound of his wife’s name spoken from the lips of the blonde masseuse with the talented hands.

Not everyone necessarily wants to be reminded of their spouse during an intimate encounter with someone else, and it always somewhat runs the risk of a Will Smith style berating of “Get my wife’s name out of your goddamn mouth!” But for some, it very much adds to and indeed heightens the experience. I’ve lost count of the number of married men I’ve literally made cum as I’ve spoken their spouses name.

I made a mental note of Leo’s reaction, and fully intended to add him to that prestigious list.

As my right hand established a stroking rhythm running up and down the shaft, my left joined the action; sliding the tips of my two fingers and thumb in slow circling motions across the head of his cock. As Leo relaxed into the sensation, I switched up the motion, increasing the speed or changing direction.

“Fuck!” He gasped, with a sharp intake of breath. “You’re really fucking good at this!”

Yes, Leo. Yes I am. Thanks for noticing.

“…your boyfriend is a lucky guy!” he finished, with a big smile.

Ah. So he was going to play that game. I knew he was a cocky one. Well, he could bring it the fuck on.

As it happened, I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time. Though earlier I’d told him that I had, having predicted this very dynamic developing.

“He is!” I said, without skipping a beat. I even resisted the urge to firm up the stroke, not wanting him to think I’d reacted to the obvious bait in any way.

The conversation paused briefly leaving just the ambient gentle relaxation music playing in the background. It sounded perfectly serene coupled with the satisfying wet rhythmic sound of my slick hand sliding along his oiled cock.

“Does your boyfriend know you do this?” he asked, seemingly more out of genuine curiosity than trying to provoke a response.

“Nah,” I replied, dismissively. “I”m not sure he’d enjoy knowing just how many cocks these hands have helped.”

I spotted the wry little smile creep into the corners of Leo’s mouth. Guys love thinking they’re a forbidden secret and I felt no inclination to burst his bubble just yet.

“How’s your sex life?” I asked, catching him somewhat off guard. I couldn’t be sure if it was the question, or because my left hand had started teasing and squeezing his balls.

“No complaints. Anna and I have settled into the general ‘twice a week’ routine which I think is pretty normal.”

Twice a week sounded pretty good compared to the tales I’d heard from some married guys, but I was too distracted by the fact his cock twitched even when he spoke his wife’s name to follow up on it.

Leo waited to lock his tantalising grey eyes with mine before he continued.

“I just wish she was better at blowjobs.”