Mrs. Sanderson's Handjobs

I'm assuming this story, told to me by a client is true. Knowing the guy, I suspect it is. Here you go:

So, as you know, I was diagnosed with benign prostate enlargement. It's harmless enough, as long as one takes care of it. Let it go, and you get to where you can't pee with a forceful stream like you should. I was supposed to get some physical exercise a few times a day for fifteen minutes each time, avoid sitting for long periods, eat healthy, and one other thing.

The doctor asked whether I would like prostate massage, then explained what it is. I'm fortunate to have a gold insurance plan, which covers such things with only a tiny co-pay. In this case, $10.

So here's the deal. The doctor's office set me up with weekly appointments with a Mrs. Sanderson. She's a massage therapist. She is trained in several modalities and seems very professional, if perhaps a bit on the spiritual side. Like, she's into astrology, and uses Indian terms, such as 'lingam' to mean 'penis.'

Anyway, I went to her, and very professioinally, while being draped except for the necessary portions of my lower body, she placed a gloved finger in my rectum, and pressed all around for quite a while. What an interesting feeling! You feel sort of like you're going to pee, but you don't and it's actually much nicer. I'd love to get this treatment even if I didn't have BPE.

So, the first time was great. I felt like I was starting to get an erection, but laying face down on the table, it didn't much matter. I figured she couldn't see anything.

The next time, she asked whether I felt a need for being draped. I boldly said "No," and for some reason, being entirely naked in front of this woman felt very erotic. It didn't make any sense. She's older than I am, gray haired, of course, and quite overweight. But friendly. I did get an erection, and there's little doubt she saw it. You'd think I'd be embarrassed about it, but I quickly told myself it must happen with many of her clients, and so my embarrassment turned to a weird sort of pride. She said nothing about it, and neither did I. It was a bit strange, however, to have an erection, to be sexually aroused, and not have an orgasm. I wanked big-time when I got home.

Oddly, I did ejaculate a bit during Mrs. Sanderson's session. Well, not really. The prostate massage causes a bit of semen to work it's way down the urethra and show up at the tip of the penis.

The next appointment was the same. Erection with no one reacting to it.

The fourth appointment, Mrs. Sanderson asked whether I'd 'feel more comfortable with a release.' 

I had to think about it for approximately 1/2 second. "Yes, of course!"

After the finger in the butt thing, she removed her glove, put on some massage oil, and gave me an expert handjob. I mean really expert. Somehow, she was able to read my physiology, and know when I was close to squirting. She kept me on the brink of ejaculating for two or three whole minutes. Finally, I squirted quite a bit of spirm all over her hand and my belly. It resulted in a big smile from her, and from me.

I have been going to this woman for over a year now, and of all damn things, my prostate has returned to nearly normal size. The doctor is amazed. He says none of his other patients have made as much progress. I attribute it to good diet, the exercising several times a day as he recommended, and of course Mrs. Sanderson's treatments. Her handjobs have been so good that sometimes she can keep me in actual orgasm, contractions and everything, without squirting any cum for minutes at a time. Finally, she purposely takes me beyond orgasm into ejaculation. Amazing!

My wife knows all about it, and is surprisingly fine about it. I'd think she'd be all crazy, or jealous, or at least I thought she'd say "You've gone too far this time."

But no, she claimes to be relieved because I'm not so 'demanding' of sex with her. I don't actually demand it, but that's the way she feels about it. Since menopause, many years ago, now, she has been much less interested in sex than I. It used to be the other way around. Oh well, Mrs. Sanderson fills the gap nicely.

Oddly, those handjobs of her's are better than actual sex. Go figure!