In my first post here, I described how I spent far too much of my adult life, being too good. I thought about that post, and the reality is that as a teenager, I was naughty by Christian standards. I had no experience whatsoever, until one helpful older boyfriend, took me into the back seat of his car, sat on the floor between my legs and lapped at my cunt expertly – I came in minutes and thought ‘Hello, that’s easy’. It was obvious to me that I would reciprocate, and he taught me well. I took my need for virginity very technically, and I considered oral sex permissible, so given I would ‘put out’ in that regard, indeed enjoyed it, I was the most popular girl in youth group. Of course even the guys were discreet given the circles we moved in, and I don’t think the other girls ever understood why I was popular! I started young, and it never failed to impress desperate teenage boys, who had only ever come at their own hand I think, that I would get down on my knees and suck them off. I took every different cock (there were 9 before my husband, and just think, I was only 18 when I met him…) as a learning experience, and I think I got pretty good at sucking cock, there was never any question of swallowing or not for me! Not doing so would have been messy, I could have ended up with cum on my good girl clothes, so I just ate it all up. Of course my skills impressed my husband to be, I married young, and what happened next isn’t history until I write it down, so here goes…. We had a happy and enthusiastic sex life, but of course familiarity breeds not contempt in my case, but certainly some level of boredom. He found internet porn before me, and when I found out he was surfing I was furious initially, but as I followed his searches, I became excited myself, so it started with mutual surfing, hotter sex, and much hotter talk about our fantasies. But it was just that, talk and fantasies until I found an outlet… He works so hard, and whilst I work, I have more than enough time and money for pleasure, and I started seeing a masseuse regularly, for relaxation you understand. Of course he was very professional, always left the room while I changed, I was constantly draped in towels, my knickers stayed on etc etc, but I always found that 60 minutes of hands on attention turned me on massively. He never initially included my breasts but I asked him too, I made the excuse that their heaviness was stressful, and I needed the relief. He stroked them under the towel, for my sake I think he thought, so I tugged surreptitiously at my covers, till it was understood that they were there to be seen. So far so good, sensual, erotic, but not satisfying, at the end of the session, I had to bring myself off after he left the room. Now I wear expensive lingerie, $200 bras, $100 dollar knickers! It was easy to make the excuse the next week, that despite his care, he had gotten massage oil on my knickers and I was going to go without this week. I was face down on the bed, naked under a towel, except for the knickers as I made this point. He said of course, as you wish, so before he could leave the room again, I pushed myself up to kneel upright. Of course the towel fell from my body and my excited breasts did me proud by standing to attention with fully erect nipples (38D if you must know). I watched him, as he watched my breasts and I felt so brazen then and there that a mini orgasm shook me. I was wearing a beautiful tie-sided silk g-string, so I could slowly undo each bow, and let it slip between my legs into my hand. I held the pose while he took in my perfectly shaved pussy. The interest in his eyes was plain to see and made me so much more pleased with myself. Once he had had a good minute to take in the sight, I handed him my knickers, then took my breasts in my own hands and said I think they needed particularly sensitive attention today. He nodded, and went to the cabinet behind me to set my knickers down. Whilst he was behind me, I went onto all fours, on my way to face down, waited for him to turn back, and asked him were we ready to start. He helped himself to a good long look, before saying yes and I lay down sans towel now. Well the massage proceeded as usual for some time, it was relaxing and exciting at the same time, certainly I was vocal and physical in my responses to his touch. It was the first time he had had massaged my rear and he spent quite some time, massaging oil into my cheeks before repeated long slow strokes between my legs. Time came to turn over of course, and as I did so the bulge in his trousers was evident. He was gentle and discreet as I lay there naked, and whilst he massaged between my legs he did so lightly, and didn’t penetrate me, but I let my legs open a little wider as I relaxed, and he took his time. As a responsive masseuse he paid my breasts as much special attention then as he thought I wanted, but I said “please, you can use your mouth”. Well, he grinned with complete awareness now, and lavished gentle attention on my nipples until I came in a massive shudder. At that point, I wasn’t sure what he would think, but he kissed my mouth softly, and said he hoped that my regular massages would continue, as obviously I was getting so much more out of them now. Well, shall I cut a longer story shorter now? Week after week I pushed my luck till he would penetrate me with his fingers and lavish attention on my clit with his mouth so I had multiple orgasms on his table every week. I told him I felt he needed a raise, or to be tipped somehow, I wanted him to get ‘satisfaction’ from our sessions as well, it was only fair. At that point some reserve leapt back in on his part, as if servicing me was what I was paying for (can you imagine gents, being paid to go down on a voluptuous woman) but my touching him was off limits. Initially he would only masturbate over my naked body and I would keep my eyes shut at his request. But then one day I just reached for his cock whilst I lay back with my eyes closed, I helped him along as best as I could, flat on my back, arm at full stretch. I kept tight hold on his cock to stop him moving too far away from me and startled him, by sitting up quickly, sliding to the floor between him and the table, and taking his cock into my mouth as fast as I could, I didn’t want to be stopped! He had his pants down around his ankles and couldn’t move back quickly with out risking falling, so he was an easy target I can say. I looked him straight in the eyes as I sucked his beautiful straight cock, but the situation excited him so much he came quickly. He looked panicked before he did, and started to pull back, but I had my hands on his arse and pulled him as close as I could, so he squirted thickly and strongly into my mouth. Like I said, I swallow easily, so I could just relax there with his cock in my mouth while I let it deflate he could take in the sight of his dick in his client’s mouth. As I stood up, naked against his body, in the narrow space between wall and table, I could press up against him. He asked me with some trepidation was I OK with that, and I smiled as provocatively as I could and asked could I have a double booking next week? Shall I tell you what happened next or how we set my husband up with a female masseuse to get him softened up for things to come?