Im writing this on my husbands laptop as my children often use mine and im unsure how to prevent them from viewing deleted pages. My name is Julie, im 42, size 10, 5'3" with waist length strawberry blonde hair. Im employed within the insurance industry and spend most of my time on the road visiting boatyards. My husband practice a range of natural therapies and although he works from home, mainly on women i know he is always 100% professional. Due to the recent snow i was unable to visit the south coast and decided to stay at home to catch up on some paperwork. Paul had a few cancellations due to the weather, but most of his clients arrived roughly on time. Because of the snow, Ann, a long standing client was driven in by her husband. it was whilst Paul and Ann were sorting out some creams prior to her massage that her husband asked if there was any chance of me giving him a massage in stead of him just waiting in the conservatory. I did say this was a first and i weren't qualified, but i'd be happy to do it, plus the £50 would be an added bonus. Paul was ok'ish with it, but said i'd have to put one of his tables up in the spare room as there weren't enough room in his therapy room. As i was erecting the table i asked Roy to get undressed in the bathroom and if he wanted to, he could slip on paul's dressing gown which was hanging behind the door. Roy knocked on the partly open door and came in wearing the dressing gown. After a few medical and likes/dislike questions i asked him to slip the robe off and lay on the table. I was surprised when he slipped the robe off and was naked underneath, for some reason, i just assumed he'd keep his pants on. Plus i would never have guessed from his dress code that his body was so fit. He sensed my surprise and said he assumed the massage was done naked, being my first paid client i sort of bluffed it saying it is. within minutes of starting it was obvious i was wrongly dressed for such an activity and Roy said if i was to do the massage naked he would pay double the price. I'm no prude and have been to a naturist beach whilst on holiday in the distant past, so agreed. As i worked on his back i could feel the muscles in his shoulders and calf's were solid and his bum was as tight as a drum. When i asked him to turn over, i couldn't help but notice his semi erect state. As i began working on his torso his fingers gently rubbed against my thigh. I ignored his action, so thinking it was ok to touch me, he then placed his hand on my bum. Rather than rebuke his forwardness i simply moved out of his reach. As i moved to the other side of the table, his other hand cupped my bum and within seconds he was just gently stroking me. I don't know why, but it felt nice and quite natural, so i stayed there. As i worked on his abdominals his fingers were gently tracing between my legs. without thinking i moved my legs slightly apart and glided my hands across his penis. At the same time his fingers began stimulating my clitoris. His hand then began to rub my back then cup my breast. as he pulled me toward him and began sucking on my nipples i began to gently masturbate him. After some mutual touching he manoeuvred our positions so i was lying on the table and as he ate me whilst his hands were firmly stimulating my rock hard nipples. I was in such a state of arousal that i locked my legs around his head and pulled his probing tounge into me. As he then kissed his way up my body i gave no thought to anything other than reaching a climax and could of cried with releif as his erect member began to probe my moist lips. He asked if it was ok, as his penis rubbed against my clit before positioning himself at the enterence of my vagina. To mixed up to speak i just nodded. As i felt him slide gently into me to muffle my cries i had to bite down on the tables towelling face ring. I could feel the orgasm building within me as he gently pushed inside me whilst pinching and pulling on my aching nipples. We both came at the same time and as i shuddered into contentment i felt him slip from me. I don't know what emotions had driven me to act in such a way, but even knowing it was wrong, i felt no guilt. Roy stood beside me gently massaging my boobs and as we made eye contact we both just smiled, leaning down he kissed me on the forehead and said thank you. As we dressed he said that due to Ann's MS and other problems they didn't often have sex. I had no such reason to justify my actions other than i felt like doing it. As it turned out he didn't have enough cash on him and never carried his cheque book, we had no PDQ machine so i took a verbal I O U, even if in truth it was probably me that owed him. Since then i have been thinking about naturist spa's, swing clubs and a whole host of other things. As the snow is back again today, i hope to sound Paul out about his feelings toward a less conservative lifestyle as i realise the buz that being naughty is quite a turn on and something i'd wanted to do without realising it. Julie.xxxxxxxxxxx