Lumbar Pain.

It was a mild day in late June, after some gardening and exercise class, my wife Susan (Not Sue, she hated abbreviations) complained of pain in her back, to the left of her spine.

My wife of forty plus years, was tall, well-built but now carrying a number of excess pounds, as was I also!

She was big busted 44G but her breasts still held reasonable shape, though I rarely got the chance to enjoy them, other, than as she was getting changed, or coming out of the bath.

Her belly was soft and full, with a couple of fat rolls close to her pubic area.

She had kept herself shaved for many years, and I still adored and wanted her.

We had two children, both had long fled the nest, and we used to enjoy a decent sex life, up to the point of a few anal sessions.

This was all just between ourselves, no hint of swapping.

I had had to resort to using viagra and this had put an end to anal, when Susan found my erection too painful.

One area she was never happy with was giving oral, the last time she tried, and was going well, she gagged and vomited.

That emerged to be the last time we had any form of real intimacy.

Susan is now 63, I am 68, I can only get pleasure from the internet!!

Back to Susan,

She asked me to massage her back, I did try, but my technique was clumsy and not helping. I tried oil and powder, but ended up being shouted at!!

She dressed and opened her tablet, looking for someone to do the job properly

She also contacted some of the girls from her exercise group.

Soon she had a list of four possibles, each had good reports and seemed genuine, on ringing round two were booked solidly for weeks, the third didn't come over well on the phone and the last one did have a vacancy, but only if she could get there within the hour, he’d had a last-minute cancellation.

He had had a number of glowing recommendations, two from girls in her class, so all bode well.

He suggested wearing loose sports clothing and was also happy for me to observe.

We arrived at his house, a detached property on a quiet country lane.

Susan said, that I could watch and may learn some better techniques, but under no circumstances could I interrupt, a comment I found strange, but she was in pain and knew what she was doing.

Only as she got out of the car, did I notice that she had applied some make up, something reserved for special events normally. But we approached the door, and were greeted by an Asian gentleman in a white tunic, he appeared to be in his 40s - 50s, very polite, and asked that we wait in a side room while he prepared the treatment room.

After about five minutes a smartly dressed lady walked past with a smile on her face, and left, we assumed this to be his last client.

Susan remarked that it was one of her exercise group, who was incredibly straight laced and no sense of humour!

The masseur came in, introduced himself as Ashram, but to call him Ash.

Susan introduced herself and emphasised he was to use her full name!

She also introduced me.

Ash listened to her description of symptoms, asked her to stand and did a brief check to assess the seat of the pain.

Then he showed us to the treatment room, very sparse and clinical, a typical couch, various heat lamps, the obligatory muscular skeletal diagrams on the wall.

He indicated a cubicle where she could change, she had to strip to her pants and put a robe on.

This she did quite quickly, she returned and whilst politely looking away asked her to slip the robe off her shoulders and lay face down on the couch.

She lay there, arms by her head and Ash pulled the robe so that her bum and legs were still covered.

He applied some oil to his hands and began to work his way around her spine, soon finding the offending area he manipulated and massaged her spine until the painful gasps she started with turned into a contented purr most out of character) He then brought in a microwave lamp and let that do its job for ten minutes.

Clearly it was doing its thing and she was almost asleep when Ash returned.

He moved the lamp, and started to work on her shoulders and neck, he then moved round to the foot of the table, asked if it was ok to remove the robe, a definite yes, was the reply.

He started to massage her feet and ankles, whilst being treated to the sight of her tiny lace thong.

Susan had worn thong for years and the smaller the better.

This was deep maroon and left little to the imagination.

He worked up her calves to her knees, she went to part her legs, and to my surprise he told her no!

Then in a soft voice said later!!

He took more oil and covered her back, now standing at her head he started at her neck and leaning over went towards her buttocks, occasionally brushing the waistband of her thong.

I was seated at the foot end but a few feet away, but did notice that her thong was slowly being eased down, inch by inch it came over her buttocks, sagging slightly as it was still part embedded in her vagina.

Ash didn’t seem in a hurry, but I then noticed Susan’s head slowly moving up and down.

Surely she isn’t giving him a blowjob, but it seemed so, very discreet and Ash now leant further over to quite obviously show me he was going to remove her thong, he pushed the waistband another few inches, then as she parted her legs a little, he slid his hand inside, rubbed her vagina and pulled the gusset free.

Susan let out a little gasp as he touched her, then a giggle.

She had decided if her pants were down, his would be also, she undid the knot and his tunic trousers were round his ankles

I wanted to say something, but my wife pre-empted this, “You don’t say a fucking word” she growled.

Ash peeled his top off also, and moved to her feet he was sporting a very impressive erection, looking at me, he said “your wife has just given me this, haven’t you Sue!!”

Yes, she replied and he’s been told where to put it!

Ash picked a condom from a drawer, but my wife insisted he did not use it!

Any fluids wer to be gratefully recieved.

He massaged her legs, after removing her thong, up her thighs before turning her onto her back.

He seemed to ignore her vagina, moving up her body, lightly kissing her folds of stomach, before a feeding frenzy on her breasts, biting and chewing her nipples, leaving numerous bites on those gorgeous tits.as he inched to her face, I saw her take his penis and guide it into her wet and willing hole.

The next ten minutes was pure lovemaking, long deep kisses, his hands exploring her body whilst she was gently being penetrated.

Then, he picked up pace. Her hips were pushing back against him, taking every inch of his manhood.

She was like an animal, sweat started to glisten then he came, deep inside of my wife.

He lay on top of her., slowly withdrawing, his sperm following.

She asked him to wipe his cock in his cum, this he did and she demanded it in her mouth, she was also scooping it with her fingers to swallow his load and humiliate me.

She began to suck him again, whispered in his ear and they both laughed.

After about fifteen minutes, he was showing signs of erection

This time he had her bent over the table, he started doggy and to my surprise, for the first time ever I heard the word “Fuck my cunt”

He obliged, at the same time I saw his finger opening her anus, gently at first then adding another, using his sperm as lubricant. as soon as he was fully erect, he said” Where do you want it Sue?

Up my arse, and don’t hold back!

He obliged though initially getting my wife to back on to him, once he penetrated her starfish, he didn’t let up.

Balls deep he pounded her, holding first her hips, then reaching forward to pull her hair and to grab her breasts, she had tears running down her face, her cheeks were stained with makeup, but if he slowed, she demanded it harder, again I saw him tense, Susan let out a deep guttural howl, as Ash filled her arse, she then squirted for the very first time.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck” was all she could say.

They lay on the massage table for some time, Susan had sperm running down her legs, chin and had some on her breasts also.

her nipples were so sore she couldn't bear to put her bra on

She needed support to get dressed

Her thong was left as a memento.

on the way out, Ash took her in his arms and they passionately kissed, tongues exploring each others mouths

then she reluctantly pulled away.

Just before we left, she made three repeat appointments.

we drove home in silence, when we got in, she told me not to question her, it was her body and she could use it as she felt fit.

I had hoped it would open the door for me, but alas no

But I am allowed to watch occasionally, though not if there’s a guest masseur, or a group night

I still am not allowed to call her Sue!

I just get to see her stained body, numerous love bites and go back online!