94 comments/ 224121 views/ 64 favorites A Story of Guilt By: magmaman Sandy whipped the steering wheel of the little Kia to the left, barely missing a small pickup that had started to pull out from a stop sign on the right. She shook her head to clear it, for some reason she felt funny like she could not concentrate. Even worse, her stomach was churning like she needed to throw up. Home. She needed desperately to get home, inside where she would be safe. All she could think of was that she had to beat Jack home also, she had to. Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, she saw that it was barely after 5 PM, Jack normally walked in the door at 20 minutes after. She put her foot down even harder, the peppy little engine responded as she flew past the next stop light on the tail end of the yellow. Rounding the last turn, the tires protested as she made the quick right up into their driveway, hitting the brakes hard to stop before ramming the garage door. Realizing she was slightly too far over for Jack to get his giant Dodge pickup by and into the garage, she jammed the car into reverse and backed out onto the street. Then she saw she had pulled out right in front of old Henry, their neighbor, that was also coming down the street. He slammed on the brakes of the impossibly bright red 1956 Ford he was driving. She saw the startled look on his face for an instant before pulling quickly back in, moving the little car farther over. She was glad she hadn't hit him. Henry loved that old car, spending hours polishing it until it appeared to be wet even when it was dry. "Sorry!" She called out, waving before she ran inside the house. Henry shook his head, waved back, then headed on down the street. She thought that she would go over later and take him some cookies that she made and apologize. She knew he loved those, and Henry was such a nice old man. Often when mowing his lawn he came down the street and did theirs, too. If a light switch didn't work, he was always right there to fix it for her. He treated her like she was a daughter that he never had. Many times Henry stopped by and sat on her porch with her and just talked while they sipped tea. She loved the long funny stories he told about his Navy years. Henry was well into his seventies, and chock full of stories. That was such a crazy thing to think of at a time like this. Wiping her tears, she did her best to compose herself, then went inside. Sandy ran up the steps to their bedroom, she tossed her purse on the bed and stripped off her outer clothes. "Oh, God!" She thought to herself when she saw the obvious signs of what she had done on her simple white cotton panties. She stuffed them in the bottom of a nearby wastebasket, then pulled the wadded up papers loose and pushed them firmly down on top of the garment. In the shower, she only took a couple of minutes to soap up and rinse off, the water running so hot it stung her skin. She sobbed again as she washed herself inside, seeing more evidence pour out of her. She was pulling on her blouse when she heard Jack's truck, there was no missing that huge diesel engine with it's oversize exhaust system. Downstairs, she went into the kitchen, setting some pans out on the counter just as she heard the overhead door on the garage come up. "Hi, honey!" Jack came up the steps from the garage and into the kitchen. He walked over and hugged her from behind like he always did, then kissed her on the back of the neck. Sandy nearly froze for a moment. Did she get clean enough? Would Jack smell the man and know? "Want anything special for dinner, Jack?" She asked him, trying to cover the sudden panic that poured through her body. "Whatever you want to make is fine, babe." He answered, heading off to the living room to read his newspaper. The newspaper! It was outside in the yard, she always brought it in and set it on her husband's armrest. "Where is the paper, babe?" He asked. "It must be outside, I guess I forgot it. I will go get it." She called back. "Relax, I will find it. The damned kid probably threw it in the bushes again." He grumbled. He went out and was back in seconds. "It was right there on the porch." He said more to himself than anyone. Dinner was normal, but Sandy's mind was in turmoil. Jack ate a lot like always, complimenting her as he often did even though the meal was just some canned corn and leftover meatloaf she had perked up with some fresh onions and a few chopped mushrooms, plus a salad she had whipped up quickly and garnished with the apple cider vinegar he liked. She felt a little flash of pleasure as he used a piece of bread to wipe the remains of the simple butter sauce she had made to pour over the meatloaf. It had a tiny pinch of Italian seasoning in it, one of her Mother's secrets. Jack was sitting there eating, acting perfectly normal. How could he not know? It was like she felt that he was supposed to know, but of course he could not. Jack. Sweet and wonderful Jack, he trusted her completely, she knew that. Now she had betrayed him. "How was your massage today, hon? Is that still helping?" Jack asked through a mouthful. "Fine." She answered, feeling a start flash through her at those simple words. Jack knew she got the weekly rubdowns, ever since her accident she had been going once each week and they really did help. Sandy got up quickly and went into the kitchen, she had to to hide the trickle sliding down her cheek. She wanted to just burst out into tears, let it all out but she was terrified. So desperately she wanted to tell him, confess. But Jack would leave her, and she would die if he did that. Jack trusted her completely, and now? The tears slid silently down her cheeks, Sandy quickly ran some cool water. rinsed her face. Perhaps he would beat her? God she hoped he would beat her, punish her. But he was a kind and gentle man, she knew he would not. She had never heard him even raise his voice, not one time. Even when he was upset about something, he normally took a few seconds to collect himself before really saying anything. A large man, well over 240 pounds, Jack somehow got more attention when he was like that. His calm voice would develop an intensity that no one could ignore. The rest of the time he had a constant lopsided grin, looking like he was always up to something. He teased her often, making her laugh, part of what Sandy loved about her man. Finally getting herself under control, she brought Jack some tea. He always liked his tea after dinner. Without fail he would move the tea bag up and down by the string until it was cool enough to take a sip, then he would squeeze the bag out carefully and set it on the saucer. "You look a little tired, honey. Have a busy day?" He asked, smiling at her. She very nearly blurted out her confession right then, but instead she just said that maybe she could use a nap. Later as they prepared for bed, Jack hugged her from behind, his hands coming up to stroke her rib cage just underneath her very full breasts. That was a sign she knew very well, but she couldn't, not yet. It was like doing that now, after what she had done just a few hours before would be an even worse betrayal. "I am really tired, honey." She told him. "No problem, babe. Love you." Jack gave her fanny a final rub, his lips brushed the back of her neck and he went to bed. +++ Everything had started when Sandy slipped down at the 24 hour convenience store. All she wanted was a half gallon of milk, she was right in the process of making her scalloped potatoes when she ran out. She could have just put them in the oven, they would have been all right but she wanted them perfect. Sandy always wanted everything perfect for Jack. Normally she went on into town to the big store, but that was several miles and the little store on the corner was just a few blocks. She parked and walked in, got the milk and started for the counter when her feet went right out from underneath her. There was a cooler they kept ice cream in, the drain from it had clogged. Water ran across the floor, nearly impossible to see against the white tile. Several people were gathered around her when she came to. Sandy had no idea at all what had happened, her head stabbed with pain. "Are you all right?" Someone asked. "Yes, I am fine." She sat up, then her head spun and she went right back down. Sandy woke up again in the ambulance. A young man was looking down at her, attaching wires and things to her upper body. Another man was pressing his fingers to her side like he was feeling for something. In shock she realized she was nude to the waist, there were strange men in there with her but they finished up quickly and covered her with a drape. The rest was a blur, the hospital room seemed to have way too many people in it. She felt a tug and realized a nurse was cutting off the rest of her clothing. She was grateful when the woman quickly drew a sheet over her. A young man dressed in all white came in and placed a catheter inside her, she knew it and was embarrassed but her head was spinning and she could do nothing about that. She did try to move, squirm away but her right leg would not respond. "Please try to hold still." Someone told her. The man was gone quickly, replaced by an older female nurse that was looking at her, saying something she could not understand. "My head, it hurts so bad." She complained. An older man in a white smock said something to a different nurse, moments later she felt a needle in her arm. The last thing she remembered was a blur of faces as they rolled her down a long hallway. When she woke up again, Jack was there. He had a concerned look on his face. He was holding her hand, now she knew everything was going to be all right. +++ It was four days before they released Sandy to go home. That had been one strange face after another for the first day or two, then things got quiet for long periods. Mercifully it was a female nurse that came in and removed the catheter, she disliked that since it felt just like she was wetting herself. The CT scans showed she had a small blood vessel bleeding inside her head, but that cleared up on it's own quickly. She also had a cracked rib that hurt like hell, and a sprain in her back. For some reason she could not walk without a crutch, her right leg would not hold her weight. When it had folded underneath her as she slipped and fell, something had happened. Her right hip was swollen so badly that she could not fasten the snap at the front of her slacks. Jack was upset that she had been hurt and went to talk to the people at the store, they refused to discuss anything and referred him to their insurance agent. The little store did everything they could to try and make it out to be Sandy's own fault through carelessness. That was a mistake. Next a different insurance man came by the house. He told them that since Sandy was "just a housewife" she had no income, therefore there was no financial concerns, only medical. "Sign here." The man told her, pushing a stack of papers her way. Jack stood up and showed the man the door, telling him calmly they would be in touch. Furious now, Jack hired a lawyer for her. The man was well known for being brutal, in very short order he had a copy of the store's surveillance tape which showed quite clearly what had happened. All of the medical bills were paid first by their own policy, how a trauma room overnight plus a three day hospital stay and one ambulance trip can cost nearly $50,000 was something of a surprise. Neither Sandy or Jack had any experience at all in anything like this, but the lawyer certainly did. The lawyer had insisted Sandy go for physical therapy, since her back and hip hurt terribly and she still was struggling to walk. The older lady at the clinic was named Kathleen, she was gentle and had her exercise to build up her muscles. She also did some rubdowns on her hip and back, that seemed to really help. Sandy had softened some over the years, the side effect of the therapy was her body slimmed back down quickly. The fact that food seemed to have no taste added quickly to her weight loss. The little store's insurance company finally agreed to cover the costs of the therapy, since it was obvious they were stuck with liability, although now they were arguing that is was half Sandy's fault for being "inattentive." +++ Jack was the one that noticed the real changes, there were some things Sandy just did not remember like the first time she got into the little stick shift Kia, then tried to drive it like an automatic. She drove it all the way to the store and back in low gear, plus she killed the engine with the brakes when she stopped. "There is something wrong with the car." She told Jack, so he went out and checked. It was fine, so he asked her to show him what was going on. He sat in the passenger seat and watched as she struggled with it. Jack carefully explained how the machine worked, even though she had been driving it for over a year. After that one he began to pay closer attention to her. Then one day he happened to need the checkbook, he glanced at the figures and they appeared odd. There was nearly a thousand dollars missing from the total, he sat down and added up the checks and got it rebalanced. For some reason Sandy just could not add up figures correctly. There was more, like way too much salt in some mashed potatoes she made, that by itself was a small thing but not like her at all. After speaking with their lawyer, Jack sent Sandy to see a specialist, he found nothing wrong at all but Jack could tell something wasn't right. "Blood outside the human brain is toxic, there are just so many things we do not know." The Doctor told him. "What do we do, then?" Jack asked the physician. "We wait. Sometimes these things fix themselves." The man told him. After a few months many of the tiny little odd things she would do faded and she seemed normal again. Jack didn't mind at all the fact that having lost nearly 20 pounds in six short months made her look just like the girl he had married rather than the soft 33 year old woman she had become before her accident. Jack even got busy and worked on his own mild pot belly with some success. It was nearly a year later before Sandy's hip was much better. The settlement was quite large, the amount was a surprise to both of them. The insurance company had tried one last silly stunt, they still claimed Sandy was "50%" at fault because of carelessness. When Sandy fell, her hand had struck the floor and became badly swollen, so the hospital had to cut her wedding ring off. That had cost just $100.00 to repair, the insurance company sent a check directly to them for $50.00. Hoping of course that they would cash that, not understanding the consequence. The lawyer had a field day with that one, and the company folded when they realized a jury was going to see what they had tried. +++ "I am going to really miss having Kathleen rub out my back and hips." Sandy told Jack one evening. "Hey, there is no reason you can't go get that done, babe. The insurance company won't cover that any more but what the hell, we can afford it." He told her. "Maybe I will." She answered, not really thinking about it much. So after about a month she called her therapist to check on getting a rubdown. Kathleen gave her the phone number of a local massage therapy studio and spa since she worked mostly with accident victims for a Doctor and her sessions were very expensive. "That's usually about $50 an hour instead of a $250 Doctor's office visit, Sandy." Kathleen said. Sandy called and made an appointment at the spa, the lady was very good and she felt wonderful after. She began to go once a week. It was so nice that she even suggested to Jack that he should go himself but he would have none of that. "How would I be able to stand it, some sweet young thing rubbing my bare butt?" He teased her. "Oh, it's not like that, it's just a massage." She giggled at his teasing. "They rub your butt, don't they?" He asked, reaching out to give her a pat on the fanny. "Yes, but they are all women." She said. "Maybe I should come down and watch that?" Jack grinned. "Pervert!" She laughed. That set things off, Sandy loved the mild teasing and the way Jack would then make sweet love to her after. +++ For a couple of months everything was like that, she would do her weekly shopping, then shower and go down to the spa. One of the ladies would work on her, some were better than others but all of them were good. One hot sunny day she arrived for her appointment, looking forward to doing a quick soak and then getting her massage. "We have two of the regular therapists off sick today, but we do have our newest one on call if that's OK?" The receptionist told her. "Sure, that will be fine." Why not try someone new? She thought. They led her into the back, she stripped down and soaked in the huge hot tub for a few minutes. Then she did a quick shower, tugged on the soft fuzzy white robe they supplied and went to the little room. The woman told her that Randall would be in in a few moments. Sandy had barely set her purse down when that registered. Randall? A man? She turned towards the door to tell the receptionist that she had better cancel when there was a knock and it opened. There stood one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life! He had on a pair of fairly long shorts and a white tank top, his arms were very muscular. He had dark wavy hair, a rugged look to his features, and was about her age. He wasn't really tall or even big, but he looked like he might have just stepped out of a magazine photo. "Hi! I'm Randy, are you Sandy? Boy, we won't have any trouble remembering each others names, will we?" He gave her a disarming grin. "I..I don't think....I have never...." Sandy managed to stammer, feeling herself blush. "Now you aren't prejudiced because I am a male, are you?" He grinned again. He appeared so relaxed and at ease. "I..well, no, of course not." She answered, tugging the robe more tightly around herself. "Good. Go ahead and get undressed to your level of comfort, here is a top sheet to use for a cover, I will be back in in a few minutes." He left, she stood there not knowing what to do. "He is a professional, and it's just a massage." She thought to herself finally. Sandy quickly tugged on her bra and large white panties, and got on the table like she had so many times before, pulling the sheet over herself securely. Normally with the female therapists she undressed completely, but this was a man! She really wanted to just go home but she was too shy to say anything, afraid she would appear silly. The receptionist had acted like it was normal, so maybe it was. +++ Randy had barely managed to keep a straight face when he saw this client. The robe did not hide the fact that she had a fine set of jugs on her. Finally, a hot one! He was sick and tired of the old ladies, overweight men. After about a dozen clients just like that he was ready to quit and go back to free lancing, but he needed the money. He had instantly spotted her reservations at having a man work on her, and shifted into his most charming manner to relax her. The basic shyness was the key, she found it hard to say no. Working at the spa he was getting four to six clients each day, at his home office two was a good day. Sometimes there were several days in a row where he got no calls at all. The real problem with working free lance was one gay guy after another. That made a extra few bucks, and he didn't mind too much giving them a hand job, but he preferred women. Especially the housewives, he had gotten a couple of them down on their backs in the past. A few of them were really easy, but some he had to slip up on. Now it had been weeks, of course he had no problem picking up a gal in a bar if he wanted to, but seducing some jerk's old lady was way more fun. A Story of Guilt Women almost never called him when he worked out of his home office, which was just a spare bedroom, except for a few older married ones looking to get themselves fingered. Even those were few and far between, that is why he had given the spa a shot. The bad part about the spa was he needed to be very careful, the owners would not stand for any messing around. Yep. Finally, a babe! He was thinking this one might be fun. If he did a long slow buildup, then it was just a matter of time. One thing Randy did have was a lot of patience. +++ The massage session was normal, Randy was completely respectful. Sandy kept expecting him to say something, do something, perhaps try to peek but he didn't. She was reasonably sure he never even got a glimpse of her underwear except for perhaps her bra strap. His hands came to the edge of it but never touched it. He also found the spot on her right hip, so he cautiously drew the drape back, folding it carefully to the edge of the waist band of her panties. That part was wonderful, starting out as mild pain and ending with a relaxed feeling. What she did notice was he was much stronger with his work, stopping right at the edge of pain with every stroke. That session was amazing! Randall was easily as good at his trade as any of the women at the spa and she really liked the much firmer pressure. Still, he was a very handsome male and she felt just a little bit uncomfortable about it, so the next time she went back to having a woman work with her. She saw him briefly at that appointment, talking to an older lady in the lobby he had apparently just finished with. "Hi, Sandy." He looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back, then went into the hot tub and sauna room. That evening Sandy mentioned to Jack that they had a male therapist at the spa. She had thought a lot about that, it had been totally innocent and she really did like the firm pressure. She certainly didn't want to hide anything from Jack, although she was fairly sure he would not be upset. "Oh, really? I hope he is cute, babe." Jack teased her. "Yea, he is, I guess. I got one session from him a couple of weeks ago because the girls were off sick, but I went go back to having the girls work on me." "Oh, really? Why just once? Didn't you like his work?" Jack was rattling his newspaper, not paying a lot of attention. "I think the difference is..men are...stronger I guess?" She asked, feeling him out for a reaction. "Yea, probably. Those guys are all usually gay anyway, so it shouldn't make any difference. Besides, they are professionals so it's no different than seeing your Doctor." "I kept my bra and underwear on anyway, plus the sheet of course." "Bashful, huh?" Jack laughed. "I suppose I was being silly." She said. "Yea, probably." Jack reached for the TV controller. "You wouldn't mind if I asked for Randall then?" Sandy asked. "Of course not, it's just a massage. If it helps you to feel better, that's a good thing." He answered. Sandy decided right then, since Jack obviously was not concerned there was no reason for her to be either. +++ The next week Sandy asked if Randall was available, blushing slightly when the receptionist grinned. "Sure is, want me to send him in?" Sandy nodded, then went in for her usual short soak in the big hot tub. Once again she was wearing the soft white robe when the knock came at the door. She had quickly tugged on her bra and panties before pulling the robe securely around herself. "Hi, Sandy! Nice to see you again. You know the drill, I will be back in in a few minutes." The man had that same relaxed manner, the same confident and disarming grin. Sandy began getting undressed, she had just released her bra by force of habit when she thought about that. Then she decided why not, and stripped off her bra but left her pantie on. That session was just like the first, he never mentioned the lack of undergarment, although he knew when he stroked her bare back through the drape. "Is it all right if I bare your back? It makes the work a lot easier." He asked her quietly. "Yes, that is fine." She answered. That was much better because he didn't need to work around her straps. He did keep the sheet fairly high and slid his hands underneath part way, he even used the sides of his hands to tuck the lower portion up to cover the outside edges of her breasts. Next he produced a hot towel from somewhere and placed that over her shoulders, that felt so delicious she very nearly drifted off to sleep. Sandy wasn't too concerned about being nearly nude, lying flat against the padded table he could see nothing anyway. He also took no liberties at all, when she turned over as he held up the sheet, he first dropped the drape into place, then placed a towel over her bust and slid the sheet out from underneath. It was just like the first time he had worked on her except she was now completely aware of her breasts being naked beneath the drape. Dragging the sheet across her nipples as he slipped it out from under the thin towel caused them to stiffen and she knew the bumps she made in the drape were showing. But he did nothing at all that could be considered anything other than a massage, carefully keeping his hands outside the towel. It was several sessions later with him that things did change slightly. By that time she was comfortable enough with him that she also removed her panties, thinking he could work out her hips more properly that way. Randy did slide the sheet down to bare her back so he could use the lotion, that was much better, and now he could work the outside edges of her fanny and hip without staining the undergarment with the oil. He always stood on one side and drew the drape towards him before working on the opposite hip, then pushed it back before crossing over. Then came the next small change. She had just turned over onto her back, Randy lowered the sheet over her body and reached for his small towel he used to cover her bust. "Are you bashful about your breasts?" He asked her calmly. "No, not really, but I...." Sandy said, not sure how to reply. The women did work on her there sometimes and that felt good, but with Randy being a male..? She really wasn't all that bashful, but other than her husband, some Doctors, and a boy friend she let touch her a little bit on prom night years before, no other man had ever even seen them, let alone actually touch them. "Well, work there can be very beneficial, but I can tell you are a bit shy about that so let's just leave that be today, OK? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. You just let me know if you decide that part is all right." Sandy didn't answer and Randy once again slid a towel over her upper body and pulled the drape out from under it. He carefully finished the session. Once again she felt marvelous, the stiffness she still felt in her hip was gone again and she knew it would be for several days. Randall was now Sandy's regular therapist, she really liked his work. Over all of the sessions he stayed completely professional, no sign at all of doing anything, so she felt herself becoming more comfortable with his touching her as time went by. Sandy began to think he was gay like Jack had suggested, so there was no reason to be concerned about anything sensual. It even crossed her mind to ask him about that, but she could not find the words and she didn't want to insult him. She asked Jack one evening after dinner what he thought about allowing her therapist to do her bust. "You said the women do, didn't you?" He asked her. "Yes, sometimes, but I wanted to be sure you won't be upset." "Why would I get upset? He is gay, isn't he? So what's the big deal? Even if he isn't, he is a pro and it's a job to him, so as long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable suit yourself, hon." "Yes, I think so. I guess I am just being silly." She answered. "Does he ever say or do anything?" Jack asked. "No, all he ever talks about is muscles and how to keep my body healthy." "That would drive me nuts." Jack shrugged. +++ "You can do my bust today if you don't mind." She blurted out during the next session after he had just had her turn over. She had formed the words in her mind at least a dozen different ways, no matter what she thought of sounded silly so she finally just said it. Those were the exact words Randy had been waiting for. He had carefully planted the suggestion, then let things take their natural course. "All right. Do you feel in pain or any sensitivity in that area?" He asked, keeping the sudden excitement out of his voice. "No, not really, just where the straps of my...my bra rub me." "You might try a different design, that is a big concern with ladies like you that are heavier breasted. That can lead to all sorts of spinal issues, low back pains too." He even suggested a couple of brands to her, explaining the benefits of each type. Sandy managed to not giggle, here was a good looking male that knew about bras, that was funny. Randy lifted the small towel he normally used and slid it aside. Even expecting that, it was still a mild shock to her. Sandy's big breasts were now naked, she saw Randy glance at them and then turn to reach for his lotion. "Coconut, it keeps the skin nice and soft. It's a bit more slippery than the Almond oils I use mostly." He said. For just an instant Sandy felt like she wanted to be covered back up but he began to work calmly and she soon relaxed. She watched him through slitted eyes for a few moments, but he might as well have been rubbing her feet for all she could tell. He did a series of circles on each of her soft breasts, starting at the outside and working his way inward, avoiding touching her nipples completely. Her large breasts always rolled off to each side of her chest slightly, and Randy used both hands to pull each one inwards gently, his fingertips stroking the outer muscles underneath on each side. It felt so good, she closed her eyes and accepted it. +++ Randy took a quick look at Sandy's big soft nipples, they were nearly two inches across. There was no missing the slight tightening of them, the tip right in the center began to stick up. He wanted to lean down and suck on them but he kept a straight face. Everything in due time, he thought. He knew very well that if he moved too fast at any point then it would all come to a stop. He finished up quickly, a bit too quickly for Sandy in fact since it really did feel good, and placed a different modesty towel back over her. The towel was a soft one he had heated, that felt simply wonderful. This time when he was doing the gentle probing clockwise work on her stomach, his fingers drifted lower than normal and brushed across the top edge of her pubic hair. Sandy was already feeling a mild tingling from the delicious efforts on her rather sensitive bare breasts, the brief touch close her pubic mound caused her to dampen slightly. Her breath shuddered a couple of times before she managed to control that, still Randy did not react. "I guess you were right, Randall is gay I think." She mentioned to her husband that evening. "What makes you say that?" Jack asked. "Well, the girls usually do my bust so after asking you about that I told Randall it was OK. He did, but he never showed even the slightest reaction at all?" "Yep, he is either queer as a three dollar bill or he is dead if he didn't like this set of titties!" Jack grinned, scooting sideways on the couch and grabbing her. "You are such a pervert, getting all hot about some homosexual man touching me." She giggled. "Actually, the idea of one of the women doing that is what gets me kind of hot." He grinned. Sandy knew very well that Jack had a not very secret fantasy of watching two women together. It wasn't anything that she would ever consider of course but it was fun to tease back and forth about it. She also knew very well that just a few comments along those lines were enough to get Jack raring to go. "God, you really are a kinky man, aren't you?" She snickered again, then Jack was busy fondling her and her mind went into a swoon. That was a fun time, Jack made love to her a couple of times a week but normally just in bed, this time they started out on the couch and ended up on the carpet, giggling and having fun. Then after Sandy was still turned on so she sat deliberately cross legged and gave Jack a glorious hand job, letting him spray his seed all over her bare breasts. That was so naughty but delightful, with her body flushed with blood from the massage earlier that day, she somehow felt more eager than normal. Later when she was in the shower Jack climbed in with her and they soaped up each other before rinsing off. Dropping to her knees as the warm water cascaded down over them, she kissed Jack's now half hard penis lovingly, even letting it slip into her mouth. That was actually rather rare, but she wanted to please her man. Jack was spent from their earlier efforts though, so they dried each other off and went to bed. Sandy didn't mind really, she had climaxed as strongly as she could remember, and not just once but several times. She also slept wrapped up in his arms, feeling so safe and warm that she slept more soundly than she had in ages. "Maybe I should let gay guys rub my titties more often if I get a reaction out of you like I did last night!" She teased Jack over breakfast. She also let her housecoat gap open so he could get a look at her, she was still feeling sexy but Jack had to go to work. All Jack did was laugh. "It's probably more interesting letting the women rub them than some fluffy guy." He said again with a big grin. Sandy didn't answer, she saw no point in mentioning that while Randy might be gay, he still was one very good looking man. There didn't appear to be any harm in not mentioning that, even being a homosexual, there was something about the way he touched her that just got her to thinking about sex with her husband. She had always loved being with him, those moments were a high point and lately they had increased in frequency. Sandy even began to go bra less around the house, noticing his eyes kept returning to her whenever she moved. With her body now back into the kind of shape it was when she had been barely 20, Sandy felt more womanly and alive than she had for quite some time. +++ Sandy found herself looking forward to the weekly sessions with Randy, he now folded the drape over and rubbed out her fanny, his fingertips tugging up right at the crease of her round bottom and back of her leg. The first couple of times he did that she had tensed, but his fingers did not go further around so she relaxed. Those moments were delicious, little shocks of excitement poured though her. She did feel mildly guilty at allowing that, but it felt so nice. Besides, the sheet was tucked snugly over her vagina, Randy used one hand to pull the drape upwards as he tucked it in with the edge of his hand, baring the cheek of her fanny one side at a time. It was all on the naughty side but innocent too. While she lay on her back he would sit on the edge of the table, place the drape carefully between her legs and then stroke the insides of her thighs while holding her knee over. She was aware of the outside edge of her leg resting against his for support. The first time he did that she had felt very exposed but he had carefully tugged the drape into place, drawing it around her buttocks so it could not slip. He had also stopped barely halfway up her thighs the first couple of times. She was aware that he probably got a brief glimpse between her legs when he was adjusting the sheets but there was no way to avoid that, not really. That didn't matter anyway since he didn't even really look, so over several sessions she had gotten used to it. She had lost her basic modesty since he never did anything at all out of line. When he stroked out her thigh even higher, Sandy didn't protest, then when the edge of his palm lightly brushed the drape covering her loins she said nothing. Some of his work had gone a little bit further than she had expected, especially the part where he rubbed the inside of her legs with those long dreamy strokes but she found she loved the sensations. "I can feel your body becoming more limber." He told her, as he stretched her leg upwards, having her take a deep breath and then blow it out. He did that gently and slowly, his hands turning so he could use his fingertips to make soft little circles fairly high up on her thighs. That was actually very intimate, but she allowed that because by now she was sure Randy was just trying to make her body feel good. It was such a sensuous sensation that Sandy felt herself come very close to an orgasm. Several times when the edge of his palm would barely bump her groin through the cloth she assumed that was accidental. He also now let his hands drift over her nipples briefly after massaging her breasts, sending a flash of sensation through her each time. Sandy often watched Randy as he worked, he always had that careful manner. Had he ever shown any reaction at all she knew she would have stopped him instantly. She now loved those days, by the time she got home she was ready for Jack to make love to her. Things had really picked up in that department. Now sometimes he would lick her while she sucked on him, those were things that they really didn't do that much before. The part she liked the very best of all was when Jack was not erect, she slipped her lips over him and then she could feel him harden inside her mouth. Once she woke up earlier than normal, it was just getting light. Jack lay there softly snoring, so she pulled the covers down and lay there looking at him. Then swept with desire, she leaned down and suckled his limp penis into her mouth. She could actually get all of him completely down her throat until he began to stiffen, then it became too large and she had to back off. His breathing changed as she felt him harden, then he woke up mildly surprised. "God I love you honey!" He mumbled. Sandy could not answer, she had her mouth full of him. She kept right on until he ejaculated, that caused her to climax right with him. With both of her hands holding his testicles gently, she could feel the power of him as he reached his orgasm. There would have been more of that, she was sure, but Jack usually woke up before she did. Jack sometimes rubbed her legs a little bit like Randy did since she coaxed him some about doing that, but he never quite got the hang of it since after perhaps a half dozen strokes he would have his fingers in her pussy. Fully recovered from the accident, her life was now perfect. +++ When one day Randy handed her a normal sized bath towel for a cover up, she thought nothing of it. Usually he left the room while she undressed, this time he had mentioned that he wanted to go get some more schooling and she was interested in that. As he talked, she undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped it off, then tripped her bra and dropped that too without even thinking about it. For just an instant she realized what she had done, now she was standing there half naked with him in the room, but he did not act like he even noticed. Then he told her he would be right back and left, so she undressed the rest of the way and got on the table, sliding the bath towel over her behind. Being nearly naked in front of him meant nothing, it was now just natural. That day he also mentioned he was no longer going to be at the spa, he had plans on going back to school for more education. Sandy was unhappy at that until he suggested that he would have a home office and was going to take a few clients there a couple of days in the afternoons each week. A Story of Guilt "I understand if you want to keep coming here, that's fine, but since you are one of my favorite customers, I was just thinking..you would be welcome to come there?" He told her. "I guess I could." She answered. +++ Randy smiled, then began his usual work. Success! Now he knew he had her primed and ready. He had to get Sandy out of that silly spa setting, they were a bunch of blue noses, no way in hell was he ever going to get away with anything in that place. All he had to do was put a drop of stuff in her glass of water, that would take any inhibitions she had left out of her. Several times already he had barely managed to not slide a finger right up inside her, but the few times he had briefly touched the outside edge of her pussy he had felt her tighten slightly so he knew he did not dare. She was such a fucking fox! He had gotten rare glimpses of her fat pussy lips, just brief ones but Sandy had a beaver on her that was spectacular. Plus her tits were great, he loved those things and she now gave him nearly complete freedom with them. Hell, he even brushed her nipples and she lay there and let him. He actually mauled them a little bit now all she did was open her mouth and breathe more heavily. When she simply began to undress as he stood there talking to him like that was normal, that was amazing! Women had done that with him before, but normally they did it in a teasing manner. Sandy did it like it was the most natural thing in the world. But the one sign women always gave had never happened. When ready, they opened their legs all by themselves, Sandy had never done that no matter how much he had tried to turn her on. He had rubbed the insides of her legs several time, but each time there was just a trace of resistance, he could feel that for a moment before she would let him lay one leg to the side. This one was being one tough little bitch. He knew damn good and well he had turned her on several times, she flooded with moisture, he could even smell it. That drove him so crazy it took everything he knew to maintain his careful bedside manner. Always before he would be fucking the hell out of his target by now, he had never put so much effort into getting a piece of pussy in his life. She was being really hard to get to, he figured she probably had only had one dick inside her in her entire life, that idea made it even more fun. Yep, it was going to take a little bit of help to get into this one. He had used the white powder he kept hidden in a drawer at his apartment just a few times before. The first time the gal had turned into a zombie, so the second time he used way less and the woman was all over him within a few minutes. He didn't dare try anything like that down at the spa though, but once he got her inside his apartment she would be his. He could hardly wait, he had now spent months working on getting a piece of ass off this woman. He was damned near ready to give up on her, until now that she appeared to be coming around. If he handled it right she would think it was her idea anyway, then he just might get her over and over until he got bored. +++ Two weeks later Sandy found herself walking up the steps to Randy's second floor apartment. He showed her into what he called his home office, it was just a second bedroom with a table. He handed her a small towel, explaining that he didn't yet have his own drapes. "I used to use a rental service, but I have to take 12 sets a week and I won't have that many clients here." he told her. "Maybe I can sew up a few for you, If you want?" She smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse. "That would be great." He answered. She noticed his table had a lower sheet on it that was from a full size bed, it had been folded to fit. One odd thing was the table was far lower than it was at the spa. "These will be easy to make." She was looking at the table as she unhooked her bra and set it aside. "The bottom sheet needs to have those stretchy type corners." Randy told her, stalling slightly to see if she would continue to undress. She slipped off her slacks, set them on the chair. Turning, she realized he was still standing there with a towel in his hand. Sandy took the towel, not really thinking much about that since Randy had seen her nearly naked many times. It was actually rather small, but she figured it would be adequate. Then she hesitated, he was still standing there. "I will be right back." He told her as he left. Sandy left her white panties on, she always did when she was in her period. He even had a small pitcher of water set out for her, a glass alongside. She picked it up and took a sip of it, it was nice and cold. Randy came in, a few minutes after he started she saw him reach for the glass of water. He poured that out and then refilled the glass from the pitcher, handing it to her. That seemed a little odd but she took a few sips. Randy had noticed she kept her panties on, and he knew why of course. Just his bad luck, nature interfering, but there was always next time. But he did pour out the glass of water he had mixed up, then refilled it with fresh water from the pitcher. The session went normally, except when on her back she felt somewhat more exposed than normal as he sat and lay her knee over to the side for the long inner thigh strokes. The towel he had given her was just a fairly large washcloth. He never bumped her groin or even came close, he never did when she was in her time of the month. Sandy paid him and went home, feeling wonderful like always. She did tell Jack that evening that Randall was going back to school for some extra education, and had moved to a home office, but he didn't seem concerned about it either. "As long as you are comfortable and the work is helping you, it's fine." Jack told her. During the next session, Randy worked longer on her breasts than usual. He was already at the point where he stroked across her breasts using both hands, the fingers splayed. Sandy liked that part, it was stimulating and he no longer carefully avoided her nipples. This time he even rolled the very tips of her nipples lightly between his thumb and forefinger, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. He stopped quickly though, before she could really say anything. That felt incredible, Sandy knew that it was probably a bit much but if felt so good she said nothing. He offered her a drink of the water, so she sat up and drank a couple of sips of it, that was nice of him. There was a moment of discomfort since she had no sheet to press to her upper body but he was busy with his oils and didn't even look her way. "You need to drink more of that than just a sip, Sandy. It's really important that you keep hydrated." Randy told her. She tipped the glass back and drank nearly all of it, then lay back down. Randy was probably only trying to make her feel good, and he most certainly was doing that. The days that he worked on her made her feel wonderfully excited and horny, she felt a delicious but guilty pleasure in that and nearly without fail she took that out on her husband at home. Trust. She had developed a trust in Randy, he now knew her body nearly as intimately as her own husband. She lay back down, feeling hot and flushed. When he stood at the head of the table and cradled her face, stroking across her eyelids, her body felt so nice and warm that she nearly dozed off. Then his fingers were rubbing her ear lobes, that always caused a sensuous feeling when Jack did it. She felt her lower body dampen, Randy had never touched her earlobes before, it was one spot that always got her hot. Jack knew that of course which was why he was doing that. But no, wait? Randy was? She felt slightly confused for a few seconds, almost like she didn't know where she was. She now wondered why Randy was doing that but she could not bring herself to say anything. She still felt like she wanted to doze off, so she blinked her eyes rapidly and took a deep breath. Randy saw the beginning effects of the dose of powder, it was time. Next his fingers flowed down past her neck to her shoulders, then on to roll her heavy breasts. She had to be careful to not cry out when the fingers touched her nipples again. Her mind shifted to her husband Jack, she was feeling so good. It would be wonderful to touch him, feel his body against hers. The fingers tugged at one nipple, she felt her mouth come open. Then fingers rolled her nipples, both at once. She felt her stomach muscles tighten, then she shuddered. Randy this time did not cover her breasts back up when he shifted to her stomach. She was well aware that her nipples were extended, rigid. Dreamlike, Sandy felt hands pressed on her stomach, swinging in circles. One crossed her pubic hair, the other followed right behind, each time moving lower and lower. Then came the moment when the edge of his hand pushed the towel aside and actually touched her, she knew that because it felt completely different than when he brushed her through the drape. In that world of haze between sleep and awake, she felt the slight touch again. The towel was no longer covering her. She opened her eyes, Randy was looking at her, the expression on his face was different. "Stop that!" The words formed in her mind but no sound came out. Sandy's legs parted as the fingers probed her. It wasn't anything she actually thought about, they just did. For a moment she wondered what was happening to her. Suddenly she wanted the touch. Her body flooded with moisture as her hips lifted to meet his hand with a mind of their own, then Randy was touching her more firmly as her body responded. His slippery palm slid across her now swollen lips, her hips came up and she just could not help herself. She felt the fingers invade her, felt herself lift for even more. "He is gay, he is just....?" Popped into her head as she felt pure pleasure waft over her from his masturbating her. The orgasms that had been so close before, the ones she had held herself in denial over before now flooded her. Something was very wrong, she never felt like this, nearly continuous small spasms. She knew she had to get up, she had to stop this. This was crazy, wrong. "Ohhhh!" Escaped her lips even though she was struggling to say something. A second and more powerful orgasm began, Sandy opened her legs even more, no thought of that at all now, just reaction. Then Randy stood, one hand still touching her in a far more intimate manner than he ever had. Somehow he was naked from the waist down, his large penis fully erect, the fat knob on the end swollen. She gazed at his erection, wondering why he was doing this? Randy placed one hand on each knee, sliding them down towards her swollen lips. She watched as he did, unable to do anything about it. His hands reached her groin, his thumbs flicked upwards over her wet lips rapidly, creating another crashing climax almost instantly. She knew she should push him back when she felt his member begin to probe her outer lips but her body was throbbing. His lips found her nipple, she felt him suck on first one, then the other. It was like this was happening to someone else, a dream, then as his other hand reached down and spread her now engorged lips open, it was too late. She opened her mouth to cry out no but her body betrayed her and her hips lifted to meet his thrusts. "He isn't gay." She thought crazily at that exact moment, then everything became a blur of pleasure. It continued on and on until she felt him spasm, for a second or two she tried to make herself get up. But then it all began again and there was no way to stop. "Nuhhhh." escaped her lips, she had her hands on his shoulders trying to push him back but could not. Instead, she dug in her fingernails, that only seemed to spur him on. Sandy fought to not climax again, but her body refused to do what she tried to do. When the final orgasm crashed over her, everything went dark. +++ The next thing Sandy was aware of was a cool feeling as Randy used a damp towel to clean her up. She glanced over at him, he was naked, his erection was half hard, shining with their combined juices. "Wow, that was something!" He said to her as he then used the same damp towel to wipe himself. Amazing in fact, he had fucked her twice while she pounded right back at him, then as she lay there with her legs wide open, he had gotten hard again and he gotten a third one in. That one was not as much fun since she was out of it but the first two times she had gone nearly nuts. He reached up and wiped at his shoulders, finding a trace of blood on his fingertips. Sandy was staring at him. She became alert in a rush. "Oh my God!" She sat up, reaching for the towel to cover herself but there was none, she was naked. "Are you OK?" Randy asked her. He seemed to be startled at her reaction. "No! We can't, we shouldn't. I am married!" She swung her legs off the table and reached for her clothing. She still felt slightly unsteady. "What's the matter? The way you were acting, I thought that you wanted it?" He said. "No! I didn't, not that! What am I going to do?" She cried out. She struggled into her clothing, grabbing her purse, she ran out the door. The last glimpse she had of Randy was him standing there naked, a smirk on his face. Sandy glanced at her wristwatch as she started the little Kia. It was 10 minutes to 5? How could that be? Her appointment was at 2 PM, where did almost three hours go? +++ Sandy begged off that evening when Jack tried to cuddle with her, telling him she wasn't in the mood. A few days later Jack asked her point blank if she was ever going to be in the mood again. That night Sandy did her wifely duty, but try as she might she just could not climax. Finally after an internal struggle to make her body respond, she faked one to please him. The next several times ended exactly the same way. Jack of course could tell and he was not happy, but he said nothing to keep from upsetting her. For some reason he could not put his finger on, he knew something was bothering her. He was hoping she was not having a relapse. "How was your session today?" Jack asked during dinner about three weeks later. He hadn't mentioned her massage sessions and didn't know that Sandy had not gone to one. She opened her mouth to say it was fine like she had before, but instead she told him she had not gone. "Oh? Why not?" He asked. "I just...I wasn't in the mood, I guess." "Really? I thought they were helping you." Jack said. "They were, but...I guess I am better now." Sandy saw that Jack was looking right at her with a curious expression on his face. She could not hold his gaze and looked down. Jack pushed his plate back and looked at her more closely. "All right. Tell me what is going on." He demanded. "Nothing!" She answered. "Damn it! Something sure as hell is!" "Quit harping at me, leave me alone!" Sandy jumped up and ran into the bedroom, closing the door. "Now what in the hell?" Jack thought. Was she having her period? It couldn't be that, she had that the week before. Change of life, hormones? She was only 34, maybe but not likely. He didn't have a clue, but he knew his wife well enough to leave her alone until she was ready. He thought to himself that perhaps it might be a good idea for her to go see that specialist, that head Doctor again. Finally after a long time he got up and went to the door, found it locked. That was a surprise. "Honey? Why is the door locked?" He asked her, getting no answer. It flashed into his mind to just kick the door in but in her fragile state of mind that would just make things worse. Listening, he could hear her softly crying. For the first time in their entire married life, Jack slept on the couch that night. The next morning she was up making breakfast, acting almost normal. He waited for her to say something, explain but she didn't. He leaned in to give her a quick kiss before leaving for work. She grabbed him and held him like she was trying to keep him from going. Finally she let go, Jack looked at her and did not understand, but he knew something was sure as hell wrong with her. "I am going to call the Doctor today." He told her. She just nodded. +++ That morning Sandy went out to prune her Rose bushes, her mind was full of worry. She needed to keep her hands busy. She had no idea of what to do or say to Jack, with that all running around inside her mind she was careless and cut her finger on one of the sharp thorns. She was sucking on it when old Henry walked up. "Hi, Sandy. What did you do, cut yourself? here, let me take a look." She held out her hand, the nick was tiny but bleeding profusely. "I will be right back." Henry told her, minutes later he returned with a tube of ointment and a bandage. He had the small damage repaired in a couple of minutes. "Can I...can I talk to you?" Sandy asked him. "Of course. Come on over and we can sit on my porch." Henry had spotted the concern on her face. Over seventy years of life had taught him a lot, he could see easily that Sandy was upset. He brought out two cups of Coffee and sat down as Sandy haltingly managed to stammer out the whole story. "I see." He told her gently when she finally fell silent. "Was there a reason? Something missing in your life, or just excitement?" Henry asked her. "No! I never even thought of..doing that. I don't know what happened. I didn't want him to but I couldn't stop him." "You mean..he forced you..a rape?" Henry asked. "No. It was like I had no way to not let him." She cried. "You said you felt sleepy, then out of control? Did that man drug you, maybe give you something?" "No. I don't know how he..." Sandy thought then of Randy giving her a drink of water. That was before, she usually had some water after. "What is it?" Henry asked. "Water. He gave me a glass of water. I usually just take a sip but he told me it was important to be hydrated." Henry's face darkened. "No way to prove that now. Probably if you tell Jack that it will sound like an excuse." Henry muttered. "What am I going to do? I just can't tell Jack." She wailed. "That's why you almost ran over me the other day, isn't it?" He asked. "Yes." "Well, one thing I do know about relationships, once you start keeping secrets from each other it isn't too long before the fighting starts." Henry told her. "We already are, a little bit." "I can't tell you what to do, but if it was me I would just put everything out on the table, tell the truth and take my hits." "Jack will leave me, I know him. I can't live without him. I just don't know what to do." Again she broke down into tears. "Maybe he will and maybe he won't. But if you keep on like this it won't get any better, the other way you might have a chance. Your husband is one hell of a strong man and he loves you, you know." "Yes, I know. I love him too, I don't want to hurt him." Sandy said. "You already have honey. He just doesn't know it yet." Henry patted her hand. Sandy went home shortly after that. She sat quietly in her chair, thinking. The last words old Henry had said stuck in her mind. "You already have, honey. He just doesn't know it yet." Finally she went in, got out her suitcase and packed some clothes. Next she got into her Kia and drove down to the bank, withdrawing $250.00. The rest she left. She drove back home, sat down to wait. +++ Jack walked in the garage door, Sandy was not in the kitchen. He found her sitting in her chair in the living room, her hands in her lap. She had obviously been crying. He instantly spotted the suitcase sitting on the floor by her chair. A Story of Guilt "What's going on?" He asked her. "Please sit down, Jack." Sandy told him. Jack sat down. "I don't want you to say a single word until I am done, then you can do anything you want to me, OK?" Jack nodded. Sandy began at the start, explaining what she felt like after the accident. Then she went on to the long story, how over many months one thing led to another, how she became relaxed like some things were normal. Jack's expression changed from concern to surprise, then anger but he kept quiet until she had finished. "How could you do that? You let that guy actually fuck you?" Jack said quietly through clenched teeth after Sandy fell silent. "Yes. It happened. I don't know why. I don't know how that happened, for some reason I could not stop it. Jack, I am so sorry, nothing like that will ever happen again." She burst into sobs. "I am not enough for you then, is that it?" Jack stood up, stone faced. "Oh God no, it isn't that. I love you more than anything!" Sandy cried. "Didn't that asshole know you are married?" "Yes, he does." Sandy said flatly. "I think I need to go see the fellow." Jack just stood there, looking at her calmly now. Sandy was surprised, his reaction was not at all like she would have expected. She thought that he would just kick her out. Yet he appeared to be still calm. Perhaps things would be all right after all, she thought. She started to get up. "Can you please forgive me, honey? Please?" She asked. "So where are you going to go?" Jack asked her, his face expressionless. "I...don't know." Sandy answered. Defeated, she sat back down. There was no swaying Jack once he made up his mind, she knew that very well. "Well. Good luck to you." Jack told her. She stared at him for several long seconds, then he turned and walked away. Sandy's world crashed around herself, she picked up her suitcase and walked out the door. There was nothing more to say, her life was ruined, over. She had lost her man. +++ It was nearly two months later when Randall's phone rang. "Yes, I work with men." Randy said when the male voice on the phone asked. He booked for later that afternoon, glad to have gained another client. Things had been on the slow side and he had his rent coming up soon. That afternoon, he answered the knock, glad to see his client was not a fatty or some old coot. Big dude, but at least in shape, and he looked clean. Randy did prefer the ladies but those were few and far between, so whacking off the guys paid the bills. Every now and then he got to fuck one of the housewives, that was always a kick. Like that last one, what a fox! The best piece of pussy he had ever had, hell, she liked it so much that she left scratches on his shoulders. It had taken him months to get her to that point. Too bad she apparently didn't like it that much after thinking about it, because she had never called again. Getting to hose some asshole's wife was always a kick in the ass. Slipping a little dose into their glass of water made the tough ones easy. He always kept it mild enough that they never even knew. Hell, they usually came back for seconds, even thirds. But to make a few extra dollars, jacking off some guy was always worth an extra 20-30 bucks and those clients were fairly easy to come up with. He couldn't do anything like that when he worked at the stupid spa, that was a shame. "Hi! I'm Randall, come on in." He held the door as the large man walked in and looked around. Showing him the massage room, he explained how to get ready. "You can be completely nude if you want, I am VERY liberal with my work." Randall grinned at the man, then left the room. He was kind of a cold acting dude, he didn't change expression. "Ready." The man answered when he knocked a few minutes later. He was hoping this guy had a big one, he looked and acted straight so probably the jerk was just curious. What the hell, sometimes the guys were fun, too. Randall opened the door and felt himself instantly pulled into the room. The big man was fully dressed, he turned and locked the door. That was a shock. "What's going on? I don't have any money." Randy asked, frightened. "You remember Sandy. You know her. She is my wife." Randall's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked around for some way to escape, but the big man was in front of the door and there was no other way out. "Hey, bud. That wasn't my fault, she came on to me." He whined. "No she didn't." Jack told him, just before he hit him. There wasn't much of a struggle after that, it was simply a beating. Randy came to, the big man was still there, crouched down beside him. He tried to scoot backwards away from him but the wall was in the way. "Awake, huh?" The man hit Randy between the legs with a huge fist. Randy screamed, then his voice changed to painful moans as the man just stayed there, kneeling down looking at him. Finally he spoke quietly. "Now you are going to tell me the truth. No way in hell would my wife let you fuck her, you piece of shit. You drugged her, didn't you? Talk or die right here today, pick one." The man's voice was flat but harsh, Randy knew he was dead serious. "Yes. I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Randy cried. The big man just looked at him, nodded, his face had no expression at all. "Where is it?" "In the top drawer." Randy told him without hesitation. He was terrified, his body shaking, almost sure the man intended to kill him. "Don't you fucking move!" The man said, getting up. Jack walked over, opened the drawer. He took out the packet of white powder, went in and dumped it in the toilet. Then he walked back out, squatted down again. "Just so you know, asshole. Your next client that walks in the door just might be someone I know, understand? Some friends of mine are nowhere near as nice and polite as I am." An evil grin crossed his face. "It might be best if you pick a different city, perhaps farther away than a week's drive? And the next time you even think of another man's woman, remember this!" The big man grinned, then belted him in the crotch a final time. Randy came to, the big man was still there, standing by the door. His face still had no expression at all. He glanced over at the pile of rubble that had been the massage table. "You have one hour, then I am coming back. And go ahead and call the police it you want, I don't care. But if you do, they will let me go eventually, and next time I will use my rifle and you won't know when it is coming." The man walked out the door, leaving it standing open. Randy managed to struggle to his feet, gasping for each breath. He gathered up his clothes, stuffing them in a suitcase. Then he couldn't pick it up, his ribs hurt so badly he knew they had to be broken. He could feel blood trickling down his leg, the pain in his groin was intense. Reaching up to his face, his nose felt like it was three times normal size, and one eye would barely open. He opened the suitcase, grabbed some jeans and underwear, then struggled out to his van, tossed them in the back. Back inside, he looked over at the clock, it had been thirty minutes. He knew he had to get out of there, the man said he was coming back. Randy managed to make it down the steps again to his old van. Starting the engine, he put it in gear and drove away. He never noticed the huge pickup that followed him to the city limits, where it pulled off the road and the man driving watched the old van vanish out of sight. +++ Sandy had spent hours getting herself to look perfect after Jack had called. She was so excited she was trembling. Two months she had lived in the tiny little motel, crying until there were no more tears to come. She only left the room to eat, and rarely even for that. When she called Jack and asked if she could have a little money after running out, he just told her to go down to the bank and take what she needed. It was the only time she had called, even though every fiber in her being wanted to. That was a surprise at the bank, her name was still on the account. Sandy realized right then that Jack must still have some trust in her. She withdrew the $500 she needed, left the rest. That gave her some hope, but she still waited every evening for his call again. He had called just one time, two days after she had moved out. He had made an appointment for blood tests. He told her where to go and when, she obeyed without hesitation. The phone never rang again, not once. Until finally it did. +++ "Mine are clear, yours too Sandy. Lucky I guess, considering." Jack told her. When he asked her if she would like to go do something with him, she told him of course she would. For the next several hours she put on and took off every outfit she owned, washed herself several times, and spent an hour adding traces of makeup. Looking at herself naked in the mirror, she realized she was waif thin, even her breasts were smaller. She finally settled on her blue dress, one she had not worn for years. She left the bra off, it hung from her anyway. "I want you to just do exactly what I tell you to do, got it?" Jack had told her. She had never known him to be like that, talking to her in a tone of voice she had never heard him use. "Yes. I will." She answered meekly. Jack looked very nice when he arrived, but she instantly spotted his hands. The backs of both of them were bandaged. "What happened?" She asked. "I fell." He told her. Sandy knew better than that but she didn't ask anything more. She was surprised when Jack pulled up in front of the spa she used to go to. He parked the truck, came around and took her hand, leading her inside. Sandy wanted to ask questions but instead she just did as he asked. Two of the women came out and led her away, she looked back at Jack and he was grinning. Inside the room, the two women stripped her and bathed her, then handed her a warm white robe and told her to wait. One of them was back in a moment with a large bowl of hot soapy water and a safety razor. Jack came in, she saw his hair was damp and he also had on one of the spa's white robes. She knew he had been in the other sauna being bathed. He had her lay down, then he removed her robe. She looked up at him and saw he was looking at her naked body, like he had done so often before. "What are you doing?" She asked him. "I am going to shave you, when it grows back out you will be all mine again." Sandy burst into tears at that. "I am so sorry Jack. I don't know what happened, I will never...." "Shut up!" Jack told her firmly, pushing her down onto her back. Picking up the bowl of soapy water, he lathered up her pubic mound and then took the razor and shaved her carefully. Sandy lay there in wonder, watching him. For some reason that simple act was the most erotic thing she had ever had done to her. "There." He said when he was done. It popped into his head that perhaps he should have thought of doing that before, she really was spectacular. It took all of his will power to manage to not just reach for her. Sandy expected him to begin to make love to her, but instead he put her back into her robe and walked to the door. He opened it and said something, two women walked in. Sandy knew both of them, they had worked on her in the past. They had portable tables with them, once they had those set up side by side a few feet apart, they left the room. Jack took Sandy's robe, had her lay face down on the table, then he covered her with a sheet. He quickly slipped off his own robe and got on the other table, pulling the drape over himself. The two women came in with big grins and went to work. Sandy lay there looking at Jack the entire time, he was looking back. The two women worked for only about 30 minutes, then the woman working on Jack softly tittered. "I think it's time." She said to the other woman. The one working on Sandy looked over and smiled. Jack was lying on his back by now, and the results of their touch was very clear. "Lucky girl! That's almost enough to make me want to break some rules!" The older woman whispered to the other one as they quietly left the room. "Too bad it was all covered up." The younger woman whispered back. They were both giggling as the door closed. Jack sat up, facing Sandy. She sat up and faced him. He was fully erect. "I want you to come back home with me now, Sandy." He told her quietly. Sandy's face flooded with tears as she came off the table in a rush and hugged him. It was over three hours later when they finally dressed and went out into the lobby. "I know I said two hours, what do I owe you for the extra time?" Jack asked the women who were sitting in the lobby. "Not a thing, not a single thing. Do either of you want to reschedule?" The older of the two said with a grin. "Sure, why not? She can use the work." He laughed. "Welcome back, Sandy!" The other one beamed at her. They walked out holding hands to Jack's truck. He opened the door for her, then gave her a kiss. "I guess I don't understand?" Sandy asked. "Well. You can still get your massages, but just from the women, got it?" "OK." "Things will be all right, and just so you know? I had a long talk with old Henry. He saw me sitting out on the porch and came over, telling me that he and I needed to have a long talk." Jack smiled. "He told me I looked like someone had died." "Then he told me that you and he had already had a chat. He also mentioned that it sounded like you might have been drugged, so I went over to find out." Jack held up his hands, the bandages obvious. "He gave me a glass of water. Maybe..?" Sandy started to say. "You were. I made the jerk admit it when I asked him to leave town. But you were also careless, that won't happen again. And Henry? That's a pretty wise old man." Sandy nodded. "From now on, things will be different. I know that some of that was not your fault, some of it was. But then, I should have been paying more attention myself." Jack said. He reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, holding her firmly. "Some things are hard to tell the truth about, aren't they?" Jack asked her. "Yes. They are. It will never happen again, I will always tell you everything." Sandy nodded. "I am sure of that. Now. Let's go home. It looks like I need to feed you." Jack said. +++ Old Henry peeked out past his curtain at the two kids sitting in their driveway. They were necking like a couple of teenagers. He grinned to himself, letting the drapes close. Sitting in his chair, he picked up the photo of Millie, his late wife. If the love is there, then people can get past most anything, and sometimes a little nudge is all it takes. He had spotted Jack sitting out there on his porch, then went over and just stuck his nose in. "You want that woman, don't you Jack?" Henry had asked him after they had a long chat. Jack had just nodded. "Well then, get up off your dead ass and go fix things. Sandy belongs to you, all you have to do is go take her." Henry had told him. From the looks of things, Jack had done exactly that. He remembered his own upsets, some 40 years before. Millie's Granddad had been the one to come and talk to him. Kissing the photo, he set it back down on the table by his chair.