Larry was a laborer who had worked hard for years on a construction crew. He was married to a very attractive girl named Jill. Their son Samuel was now 18 years old and almost out of high school.
Jill had a job as a physical trainer and worked for a small company. Not only did Jill make some decent money, but she kept her body in marvelous shape. Both her and her husband Larry were 39 years old and had been married for 20 of those years.
Larry's lower back and shoulders were often sore after working all week. He had stabs of brief pains course through his lower back which seemed to be happening more frequently lately. His back would lock up on him out of nowhere, a bolt of pain would almost bring him to his knees.
A co-worker saw Larry have an episode like this one morning on the jobsite. He had known Larry for a number of years, and could clearly see the effects of hard labor that were catching up to Larry. He went over to Larry to help him.
"What is it Larry. Your back give out again?"
"Yeah Stan. Fucking thing hurts like hell."
"You ought to see a chiropractor, or even a massage artist who knows what they are doing. Either might help Larry."
The sudden crippling pain eased in Larry's back after a few minutes. His friends advice was right. He should have done something before this to help himself. Jill had noticed his physical problems occasionally when the couple made love. She had told him the same thing but he had taken no action.
The workday concluded without any further incidents. On his drive home, Larry saw a small professional building with a sign that read "Thompson's Massage Parlor" in dark blue neon. He saw a paper displayed inside the front door which must have the office hours listed. He slowed his truck down, and parked a few doors down from the business.
The parlor was in the middle of a laundromat on the left, and a tax office on the right.
The parking lot had a lot of spaces for customers to park, and on this late afternoon most of them were occupied.
Larry strode up to the door and scanned the office hours. Monday through Saturday, open at 9 AM, close at 7 PM. Larry thought that was smart on the owner's part as most people worked Monday through Friday, and could use Saturday for their services.
He opened the door and saw a pretty brunette girl on the phone behind the reception desk. She motioned for Larry to sit down. "I'll just be one minute Sir" she said, holding her cell phone away from her mouth.
Larry sat and the receptionist pressed her cell phone off.
"How can I help you Sir?"
"My shoulders and back have been hurting. My wife and a friend suggested maybe getting a massage to calm my body down. Something like 2 or 3 times a month would be possible for me - if it helps of course."
Her dark eyes gleamed and she quickly said "I think Mr. Thompson should be able to help alleviate your pains. He has a lot of clients and a great reputation. Our rates are reasonable, as we cater to working people just like you. My name is Sandy, and yours is?"
"Larry McGrew, sorry I didn't introduce myself Sandy."
Sandy guessed beneath Larry's long sleeved flannel shirt, and worn dirty blue jeans he had a nice body.
"Let me show you our pricing and length of sessions Larry." Sandy pulled two copies of paper out of her desk drawer, and reviewed the information with Larry. He noticed a difference in length of time for visits ranging from 30 minutes to nearly an hour.
The rates were very affordable and he made a quick decision. His initial visit would be with Mr. Thompson this coming Saturday, at 1 PM in the afternoon. Their were certificates on the walls of his accreditations and state licenses. Larry did not ask the size of their staff, nor the sex of their massagers.
Sandy smiles as Larry stood to leave. "Thank you so much Larry, we are glad to have you and we will do our best to help make your more comfortable."
The two shook hands and Larry left. Sandy could not help but notice that Larry had an attractive ass. She had neglected to tell him they had a staff of four people, and she was one of them should the workload be heavy on a particular day, or week.
She wondered if she might be able to see that ass in the near future.
Jill would be happy with this news when he got home shortly.
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Larry saw Jill outside in the front yard half way down the block. She had her brown hair covered with a baseball hat which hid her bangs. She wore a grey sports bra top, and denim shorts which revealed her very shapely legs.
Larry's wife was hot. No doubt about that. Larry smiled as he pulled into the driveway and wondered if he would revel inside her sweet pussy later tonight. Jill's blue eyes looked mischevious as she walked up to Larry and kissed him.
"Hi baby, how was your day" she asked.
"Hey it was good, a different kind of day" Larry replied.
"What was new about it babe?"
"I stopped at that massage parlor that's a mile away Jill. I made an appointment for this Saturday afternoon, to see if my back and shoulders will feel better if I have regular sessions there. If not, I'll check for a chiropractor, like you told me to a couple months ago."
Jill was excited that her husband had finally listened to her. Larry did not tell her he had a painful incident at the jobsite earlier that day.
"Ah honey, that is good news." She hugged her husband and whispered into his ear.
"Sam is not home. Expect him back around 9 tonight. How about we go upstairs, and I give your cock a massage babe?"
