I guess that my life is typical. Married for 20 years, two teenage kids, busy at work, and with a distracted husband. We both work and he is always tired. When we have sex it is mechanical and rarely results in my having an orgasm.
I have two good women friends at work and I have shared my story with them over after-work drinks. They both have similar situations. For my birthday this year they chipped in on a day spa session and I was puzzled whan they said that I had to request a particular massuese. When I asked for a reason they told me that I would find out when I went and simply suggested that she was excellent at her work.
On the day of my visit, my actual birthday which is a day off at my job, I was at the spa at the arranged time, and I had made an appointment with their recommended masseuse, a lady who was about 50 and very athletic looking. Her name was Beth.
The visit began with me taking a long shower and steam, after which I went to Beth's massage room where she positioned me face down on a table. Beth was pleasant and easy to talk with and seemed interested in any aches or pains that I had. As she moved the towel that was covering me back and forth, she paid special attention to my shoulders and calves, places that I had complained about.
I moved from my tummy to my back several times as Beth manipulated my shoulders and legs and then she spent a long time working on my arms and my fingers. As he worked her way up my arms while I was on my back I began to have powerful sexual feelings. This shocked me beacause I had never imagined my arms to be centers of sexual pleasure, but when she worked on the insides of my elbows I was beginning to feel pulses of sexual tension.
'You are more like Judy than Trish (my friends)' Beth whispered. 'I can tell that by working on your inner arms,' she added. By this time I was very excited sexually and even though I have never imagined myself to be attracted to another woman, and I was sensing that Beth might be preparing to touch me in an erotic way, I was also terrified. I wondered if my friends had had a sexual experience with this woman and if they were sending me for a birthday gift that I apparently needed.
Just at the point where I would have done anything that Beth asked, she diappointed me by saying that I had better turn over on my tummy so that she could do my back. I was so disappointed as I turned and decided that I had been letting my imagination run wild. But my disappointment did not last long. When I turned I could feel and smell my own arousal. I was soaking wet.
Apparently Beth also noticed, since she leaned forward and whispered that my responses were exactly like those of my friend Judy. It was Judy who arranged this for me, she added. Perhaps this will work for you too, she added dropping the modesty towel to the floor. Beth dripped oil along the length of my back and into the crack of my bottom, then she began to work the oil into my skin beginning at my shoulders and slowly moving down. By the time she reached my bottom, I was lost in passion, breathing, contracing my muscles and pressing against her touch.
My orgasm came too quickly. As Beth probed between my cheeks and I opened myself up to her touch, her fingers found my best spots. With a dab of oil on her fingers she worked the area between my anus and the bottom of my vagina, another place that I had never explored before.
When I climaxed it was so powerful that I convulsed and trembled. Beth put a comforting hand on my back, begged me to be quiet, and guided me to a new relaxed place.
I collapsed into the massage table, Beth covered me with the towel and whispered that I could stay for as long as I wanted to nap. As she left she mentioned that I seemed to need the massage.
I will definitely return and have a long chat with my friends.