A Married Man's Curiousness

I've never been very good at relieving stress. As a result, my body was in an almost constant state of tenseness, which my wife would always lecture me about the negative side effects of. Knowing that I would never alleviate it myself, she tried to give me massages, which felt great, but she would always lament that she wasn't a professional and wasn't doing me justice. I, never having had a professional massage, didn't know any better. She, on the other hand, had a monthly membership to a local massage company, and would extoll the benefits and pleasures of her massages quite often.

She would ask me all the time why I wouldn't just try it, and most of the time I'd say, "It's just not for me."

Laughing, she would respond, "How do you know if you've never tried?"

Finally, one day I told her, "I don't know. I guess the idea seems weird to me. I mean, getting naked and allowing a complete stranger to touch me?"

"You don't have to get naked if you don't want to, and while I understand why you might think letting a stranger touch you might be weird, I promise that feeling goes away pretty quickly." She retorted.

Unconvinced, I still told her I'd rather not, and she dropped the issue. That is, until a doctor's visit of mine scared her into forcing the issue. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say the two of them had planned it, because while it was my doctor, she and him talked over my head and agreed with each other numerous times that I wasn't taking care of myself and would lead me to an early grave.

After that visit, she never gave up on changing any number of things in my life. I think I would have been fine with her changes save for the diet and massage. I won't go into the diet, but it was hell. I've always been in shape, partially because of my job, but I've never liked eating healthy food. It tastes like shit to me. Nevertheless, she completely rehauled my food and beverage intake. And, after a few weeks of nonstop "You need to see a masseuse!" I gave in.

The company she belonged to didn't have an office, but instead sent their employees out to the homes of their clients. I remember she always made me leave the house for those periods. So, I wasn't surprised when she did the same for my first massage. Though, it took a little longer for me to overcome my comfortability issues with a stranger touching me, it did eventually happen. I think it was after my 2nd massage, but that's neither here nor there. Save to say, that before my third massage the masseuse told me because most of my tension could be found in my lower back, it would be better if I took off my boxer briefs. I not understanding why, was about to complain when she told me, "And you needn't worry about being naked in front of me, either, because it's actually a law that we have to keep you covered at all times."

I thought about it for a moment and actually called my wife to ask her opinion. She laughed at me and told me to listen to the expert. I did so, and though I still don't understand the difference between a sheet and a thin layer of cotton, I will say there was a marked difference in how I felt afterwards. From that point on, I went naked into my massages, but the sheet of protection was always there. Almost a year later, I was so comfortable I asked my wife to schedule the longest massage, 90 minutes, I could get for my next appointment.

I still remember kissing my wife goodbye that afternoon. I remember even more, opening the door to a guy standing there with a massage table folded up in hand. I know I was a little shocked, because up to that point, I'd only ever used the same woman, and forgetting my manners, I asked, "Where's Leanne?"

He half smiled, probably having dealt with situations like this before, and replied, "She's visiting her family down south. Your wife didn't tell you?"

No, my wife didn't tell me. Of course, she didn't tell me, because I would have said something. It took me a while to be comfortable with a random woman touching me, I don't know how long it'd take to accept a man. At least, that's what I was thinking, but what I said was, "No, she didn't. Must have slipped her mind."

He must have thought me a complete jackass, because it took me a moment or two more to realize I wasn't letting him inside. I wasn't comfortable with the situation, but I didn't want to be rude, so I invited him in. I showed him to the downstairs area where both my wife and I usually had our massages, and he told me it would take a few minutes to setup if I wanted to go get ready. He handed me a folded sheet and I nodded my head but made no reply, turned around and began walking back up the stairs, and started calling my wife.

She answered the phone within a couple rings and said, "Hey, babe. What's up?"

I barely let her finish speaking before I said, "Was there something you forgot to tell me?"

Puzzled, she responded, "Um, no. I don't think so. Why?"

I blurted out, "About the masseuse being a guy?"

She laughed a little and said, "So?"

I slammed back with, "What do you mean, "So?"? You know I always use Leanne!"

She kept laughing and replied, "And she's out of town, so they sent Rick. I didn't figure I needed to tell you because what's the difference?"

I responded, "What do you mean what's the difference?"

She stopped laughing, "Babe, I've never known you to be homophobic."

"Homophobic? I'm not homophobic?" I told her.

Without missing a beat, she said, "Then why does it matter what sex the masseuse is?"

Not actually knowing an answer, at least not a good one, I simply replied, "You want me to get naked and let a guy touch me?"

Her voice got a little more serious when she responded, "Babe, stop. Why would it be any different? Does Leanne hit on you? Thinking Rick is going to just because he's a man is homophobic."

I've always hated when she made sense. Especially when I thought I had the high ground. After a moment of breathing hard, I relented and said, "You're right. And no, I'm not homophobic so I should stop acting like it. Thank you, baby. I'm going to hang up now before you can gloat."

To be honest, I almost decided to keep my briefs on, but my wife's words rang in my head and I took them off at the last second. I wrapped the sheet around my waist and went downstairs for my massage. After I arrived, he told me to go ahead and lay on the table and asked if he could use the bathroom why I got myself situated. I replied yes and laid myself down on the massage table, reorganizing my sheet to make sure it covered me in the process. A few moments later he came out of the bathroom and got ready to give me my massage. Even though I know I was being stupid, I was initially a little tense when he started touching me. Though, that quickly ended as I remembered I was being stupid and realized how good his massage felt.

About 30 minutes into the massage, I was completely relaxed and feeling pretty stupid about my hesitance. I remember the thought that kicked off the chain reaction in my head happened at that point: "Why would I think this guy would want to have sex with me?" That probably should have been the completion of my thought process, but for some reason my mind went a different direction. I was actually turned on by the idea. I don't know where that came from, being with another man had never appealed to me before, but the fantasy started blossoming in my head.

I began imagining him stroking my cock and moving onto giving me a blowjob. Thankfully, I was laying on my stomach or else he'd have seen my growing erection immediately. As it was, I had to rearrange myself, which I think told him all he needed to know. Not more than 5 minutes later, he began to massage the back of my thighs. He asked me if he should incorporate my butt into the massage, and I, already thinking about the man's mouth on my cock, said "Yes, please."

His hands went right up to the point where my thigh meets my butt, and this is where things started getting interesting. I felt his hand run over my balls, thereby sending an electric shock through my body. I remember debating whether or not that was an accident. when it happened again. Still, I said to myself, "Surely, those were accidents?" but after a moment more he did it again. Each time, letting more of his fingers contact more of my balls.

I didn't know what to do. I was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose, but I was dumbfounded. Excited as hell, but dumbfounded, nonetheless. I didn't make a move or say a word. Finally, to break the silence, he said, "Okay, time to roll over. I'm going to use the bathroom again while you do so."

Believe it or not, that actually made me think I was imagining everything. I thought to myself, why wouldn't he want to see me turn over if he was touching my balls? I thought about it for a few and decided I was being stupid, and nothing actually happened. After he left, I turned over, though now my cock was hard as a rock. Still, the folded sheet was heavy enough that it kept my erection laying on my leg. I looked down to make sure the outline of my dick wasn't showing, realized it was, and adjusted the sheet to hide it. A moment later, I heard him come back out. I don't know if anyone else does this, but I always keep my eyes closed for the entirety of the massage. Even more so that day because I was feeling embarrassed.

He began with my legs and worked his way up my left one. Instead of doing my leg in sections like he did when I was on my stomach, he kept going at my thigh. I felt his hand hit the sheet and go underneath it. He worked his fingers right up to the top of my leg, moved towards my inner thigh and touched my balls again. This time, though, he continued to massage my thigh even though his fingers were up against my balls. I started to suspect something was up again, but I was too nervous to say anything.

Not very long after, he moved onto my next leg and followed suit with my other leg. He got to my thigh, I felt the sheet being moved, and he continued on. This time, however, a little way up he touched my cock with the side of his forefinger. Once more, electric shocks ran through my body. Instead of pulling back, he maneuvered his hands so that they began to lift my cock over them as he continued massaging my thigh. If he thought it weird that I was completely hard, he never said anything. Nor did I say a word, though I wanted to. I heard him say, "I'm going to move this a little for better access."

I didn't respond and a second or two later he lifted the sheet off of my thighs, revealing most of my cock. He went back to work and lifted my cock once more so that he was resting on his hand again. It felt amazing, though, I didn't understand why. He moved to the inner thighs again and I felt his fingers almost caress my balls. He spent a lot of time in the area and I didn't complain. Though, still, he didn't make any overt effort. There were a few times he massaged over my dick instead of lifting it, but he never grabbed ahold of it.

I was pretty sure something was going on, but I did have doubts which prevented me from making a move. Instead, I just enjoyed his hands touching my cock, even if he could have been doing better things to me. I knew as much as I tried to keep still, my body was reacting to his touch, so it was almost guaranteed he knew I liked him touching my cock. When he stopped, I was disappointed, but I couldn't say that. I heard him move around the table, so that he was standing behind my head.

I felt his hands on the top of my chest and then start moving down my stomach. I will remember what happened next till the day I die. The lower his hands started to go, the more he needed to scooch up so he could reach. For a moment, I got excited because I thought he was going to touch my cock again. Before he could get there, though, I felt something poke my head and rub to the side as he moved to my right to get a better vantage point with which to conduct the massage. I know it seems silly now, but back then I didn't know what it was, even after it rode across my ear. All I knew was it was skin, and I was confused until I felt it on my cheek again as he quickly came back up. That time, I opened my eyes a little, and realized with a pleasant surprise that it was his cock.

If you would have told me this would have happened before it did, I'd have never believed you. However, the second I realized his cock was so close to my face I was even more turned on. Still, I didn't say a word. I don't know why either, because I was ready for more. I forced my eyes closed and let him use his cock to caress my face over and over again. While he was doing that, he finally grabbed ahold of my cock and started to stroke it slowly. It felt amazing, and I started to thrust my hips up a little every time he came down.

He did that for a few moments, until he regrettably let go of my cock and got down off the table. I almost protested, but I don't think I could have said a word if I tried. I still didn't open my eyes, but I felt him go further down my right side and then grab ahold of my cock again. He stroked it a few times and then left his hand down at the base of my prick, holding it erect and standing straight up. A moment later, I felt the warmth of his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. The feeling was so intense that I thrust my hips up that I might enter his mouth more. He took his cue and began to accept more of my dick until he swallowed just over half of it. He came back slowly, and then began bobbing his head up and down the length of my prick. A few times he managed to completely deep throat me, as I felt my whole cock be swallowed by the wet warmth of his mouth and throat. It felt so good, I knew I was in danger of cumming and he must have sensed that too, since he slowed down and then stopped completely.

He released his mouth's hold on my cock and once again I felt at a loss. I heard and felt him come closer to my head, standing just to my side, whereby I felt his hands grab ahold of my face and turn it so I was facing him. Still, I didn't open my eyes, though I knew I was facing his hard cock. I was overcome by a sudden and intense urge to have it in my mouth, and I didn't have to wait long before I felt his cock's tip touch my lips. I was about to open my mouth, but before I did, he started moving the head of his prick in circles around my lips. I let him do that for a few and then opened my mouth, waiting for the first ever cock to enter it.

After he saw me opening my mouth, he began to thrust his cock inside very slowly. I felt as its head entered my awaiting mouth, and passed my lips as they adjusted to his shaft. If you've never sucked a cock before, it's a hard feeling to describe. The skin is soft and for some reason I never expected that. Still, I enjoyed it as he pushed himself deeper into my throat. I couldn't take all of him and started to gag a little once he was just over halfway through, but he managed to find his rhythm as he started to fuck my mouth.

I don't know how long he did that for, as I just laid there with my eyes closed as he used my mouth like I would a pussy. I do remember his thrusting got a little faster and more intense towards the end. Somehow, I managed to overcome some of my gag reflex, because I could tell he was going in deeper than the point that had previously made me gag. Especially at the end. Finally, after a few moments of his more intense thrusts, I felt something warm shoot into the back of my throat. It actually almost caused me to gag, but since I was already trying to overcome that reflex, I managed to swallow it. The taste was a little salty and tangy. Not bad, just different. Still, he came a lot and though I tried to swallow as much as I could, I felt more of it exit my mouth with his back thrusts.

After a moment, he shuddered a little and stop thrusting. He left his cock in my mouth and neither of us moved. I tried to swallow down anything that I hadn't already taken, and he let me do that for a few. Finally, he withdrew his prick from my mouth that he just filled with his cum. Again, I heard him walk down the length of the massage table. He stopped just passed my cock, and I heard him squirt some oil before I felt it on my dick. He grabbed ahold of it again and I thought he was going to blow me, but he simply stroked me a few times, making sure the oil was all over my cock. Then, I felt him get on top of the table as he crossed over my leg.

I had no clue what he was doing, because I felt him cross over my thighs so that he would have been standing over me with me inside his legs.

I realized he wasn't standing, though, but he was getting into some position, that at the time I had no idea what it was. It wasn't until he grabbed ahold of my cock again, held it straight upwards, and lowered himself down upon the tip of it that I realized what was happening. I felt the tip of my cock slightly enter his ass. At first, there was some initial tension, but it didn't last long, as I felt every inch of my dick enter deep inside him. It was a sensation that was exhilarating but confusing at the same time.

Before that point, I'd only ever fucked women, and a woman's pussy feels different than a man's ass. It's not as warm as a pussy and nowhere near as wet, but it's a lot tighter. You feel every part of your dick enter a man's ass, because the tightness makes sure you do. Even after he went completely down and just sat there for a moment, it felt amazing. The slightest movement felt great, and I began to want to move more. Either he sensed that or was ready to do so too, because he began to lift himself up again, once more sending electric shocks through my body for how good it felt.

Soon enough, he was riding my cock, and I'm not ashamed to say it was better than any woman I'd ever been with. Maybe it was the novelty, or just how tight it was, but I was loving it. I wish I could say I lasted a long time and we tried different positions, but that first time I'm not even sure I'd have been brave enough to try another one. I lasted about 5 minutes and exploded into his ass. The last thrusts of mine feeling better than any of the previous ones. Surprisingly enough, my cock didn't lose its hardness and he kept fucking me for a few more moments.

Even after just ejecting my cum into his ass, I still couldn't open my eyes or talk. In fact, after I came it was actually even harder to. I figured he just didn't know I came and wanted to keep going until I did, but after those few moments were up, I felt him slow down, rest for a minute, and eventually lift himself off of me. I actually felt some of my cum drip back down on me as I lay there wondering where the hell that just came from.

He got off the table and told me he was going to head to the bathroom if I wanted to get myself dressed. I didn't say a word, but when I heard the door to the bathroom close, I finally moved and got up myself, almost running up the stairs to get dressed. It took me a little longer than it normally would as I sat on my bed thinking about what just happened. Finally, I managed to get dressed and head out to the living room as Rick stood there waiting with the massage table folded up.

I knew he was waiting to be paid, and I pulled my wallet out. Neither of us said a word about what just happened, but I did smile a little when he realized how much I tipped him. He said, "Thank you.", and then walked out the front door, leaving me stunned as hell wondering how the hell I just sucked and fucked another man. Much more so that we just pretended it didn't happen.

After that period of wondering, I began to feel a little guilty that I just cheated on my wife. At first, I didn't say anything to her, but after a few weeks of letting the guilt beat me down, I ended up telling her. The conversation did not go as I expected. I thought she was going to kill me, but the moment she asked, "How did his cum taste, baby?", I knew she wasn't mad. In fact, I realized she was turned on as she kept asking me more questions about it. Finally, she said, "Sit down, love."