I don't know where to begin, I am Chuck a 53 year old married man with a bit of a belly I am 5'9" and weigh 245 lbs. at least 10 years ago the hair on the top of my head parted company never to be seen again. My wife Kim is 47 years old a little over weight but I never noticed she is 5'4" and weighs about 210 lbs. Her measurements are 44-30-46 her hair color is the flavor of the week and moderately short and usually spiky. We have been married for about 19 years I thought they were good years even though we had some hard times I never stopped loving my wife. Don't let me make you think everything was rosé we had our moments but sometimes making up makes fighting worth it.
Let me start at the beginning I met Kim while I was working in a Physical Therapy office in the city of Chicago. I had been working there for about 3 years prior and had established myself as a person who could handle about any situation that I was placed into. The front office was staffed by three young girls 18-20 years old; the clinical staff was made up of four very pretty therapists one who was the office manager and I. When I started here I promised myself that I would do the best that I could and advance through the ranks in to a management position. So I buried myself into my work this started the entire adventure. I drew the late shift since I was the last hired so many nights I would escort the girl that worked the front desk to her car. The harder I worked and focused on work and not the people I worked with the more attractive I became to these women.
It was a hot August night when Jenney who was 18 the youngest of the front desk girls, she was no empty-headed kid, she had graduated high school two years early and was taking pre-med classes in the mornings, kept making trips from her work station to the treatment area soon after the others left. I thought it was my tired mind playing tricks on me but each time she came back her dress was getting shorter. By the time we were ready to close the hem of her dress was almost to the point you could see her black lace panties. She had the legs that could pull off a short dress like that. I was developing a hard on that was getting harder and harder to conceal and forget about concentrating on work as she crossed the room. After the last client left and I was putting equipment away Jenny came walking back to find out what I was doing. She was rubbing her neck and shoulder so I asked her what happened and she said she pulled a muscle lifting files and if there were any thing I could do the help her out.
I told her to hop up on the treatment table in the booth while I finished putting things away, she stated that she locked the door after the last client left and turned off the lobby lights. When I came into the booth Jenny was face down on the table with a towel across her slender buttocks all her clothes were neatly folded across the chair. When I came into the booth she must have sensed my shock as to her state of dress or lack of. She quickly stated that laying on the tables make her sweat and she did not want to get her silk dress wet. Once I got past the initial surprise I got to work massaging out the knots in her shoulder and neck. Within a few minutes she was cooing and AH-ing with each stroke.
Her breathing was becoming more rapid and deeper she asked me to work onto her lower back, so I gradually moved from her shoulder to her mid-back adding warm massage lotion as I started working on her lower back. With each stroke along her spine she would begin to rock her pelvis, grinding her hips into the table.
As I worked on her lower back the towel shifted reviling she had also removed her panties allowing me an unobstructed view of her well muscled buttocks. Her response to my massage was having an effect on me as well; I could feel my cock straining against my boxers and a wet spot forming at the tip from pre-cum. I was just hoping that my dress pants would not start to form a wet spot as well. I readjusted the towel to properly cover her and with that I heard jenny let out a frustrated sigh.
I moved to her feet applied a few drops of lotion to my hands and began to work the bottoms of her feet and toes with each stroke she would giggle and wiggle because she was ticklish. As I moved from her feet to her calves I noticed the towel had shifted again but this time I was afforded a clear view of her glistening pussy clean shaven.
