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Carol Ch. 2

By: magichands



If there was ever a union meant to be I would have to say it was Carol and I.

We slept together before we were out of diapers, you see. Our parents used to stick us in a crib together as babies, since often they partied or vacationed together as families.

We splashed in the pool as pre-teens, no thought of nudity, totally innocent. Then one day when Carol was about 12, she suddenly was covered up. I didn't know why until years later, but it made me uncomfortable, so I started wearing bathing suits too.

We held hands on the bus, she was my first real kiss at 13, although I had tackled her and smeared her with kisses, then mud, many times when at the river..I delighted in being mean to her, she would get mad, but then that smile would appear and the anger would be gone, and we would be just kids again.

One would think that one day we would discover sex with each other, somehow, it simply didn't happen. We were always together, I was her "big brother" as close as one can be and still be unrelated.

I discovered sex on my own rather late, one of the neighborhood girls and I got together out in the woods near our home. She was 18, I was 19, We had some fumbling attempts. I was rubbing her breasts, finally I got my zipper open and proceeded to come before I got even close, finally got it in her for a few seconds and that was pretty much it. She was experienced, I was not, and she would have nothing to do with me after that..

Later I told Carol about it, (I told Carol everything, of course) and she looked at me with that slow smile. "That makes that goo come out of yours, too?" she said, matter of factly.

"Yes," I answered, "Want to see?"

"NO!" she yelled, "That is gross!" and ran out of the room.

Suddenly it hit me that Carol was a possible mate, I had many jerk off sessions thinking of her after that.

But soon after, I met Patti, suddenly I was sexually active, and soon we married.

My two short years with Patti was a series of sexual bouts surrounded by arguments. There was all of the crazy experimentation with sex, I was never unfaithful to her, but she was to me. She wanted every man she saw, and as a result, we battled constantly.

And Patti was terribly jealous of my relationship with Carol. There was no way she could match that closeness, and she knew it.

Then came the night of the party. It degenerated into a full blown orgy in very short order. I was the second man to make love to Carol that evening, but she was also my second woman. The instant we came together, though, we both knew! So did everyone else.

Patti and I soon seperated, oddly, that was peaceful. Probably the only peaceful thing we ever did together. Carol and I married soon after that, and my world was right.

Think of the air you breath, the food you eat. She was that, a perfect fit. Her one goal was to please me, my one goal was to please her.

I asked her one day why she hadn't stopped me from marrying Patti. Carol looked at me with that smile, and answered simply, "You seemed happy!"

That answer alone tells the story of our life together.

Carol knew well of my voyueristic tendencies, and she took advantage of that fully. She was totally comfortable with being nude, or partly nude, and could undress in front of strangers and make it seem perfectly natural. She loved to flash guys, knowing I got a kick out of it too.

One day she showed me an advertisement for a "couples massage class" at the local college. She thought it would be fun, so we signed up. I didn't know it at the time, but it was the beginning of what became my new career.

We arrived at the classroom, there were a half dozen couples there, all more of less in our age group. We listened to the short lecture, then it was hands on time. I glanced around the room as people held up sheets while their partners undressed. Carol just grinned at me and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the room. I noted the sidelong glances from some of the others in the room, then Carol slid her slacks down and hopped naked on the table. I made a bit of a show of shaking the upper drape and spreading it over her. I noticed that Terry, our instructor, never changed expression. One of the other ladies shrugged, and slipped her top off, too, and also slid nude onto her table.

Our position was first in the row of tables, so I had a neat view of what everyone else was doing. Since we were first in the row, Terry stepped over to use Carol as the model. Terry was about 30, muscular and in shape, and I got a short thrill as he reached out and pulled the sheet down Carol's back to halfway down her buttocks. He demonstrated the muscle groups, calling them by name as he worked. I saw Carol glance at me with a grin. Terry had me step up to try the strokes, I ran my hands a little farther around Carol's sides and let my fingertips stroke her nipples, they were nice and erect. 

"Well," Terry said. "That's a little farther than one would go if doing a massage, but it's all right in a couple's class."

I looked down the row, soon everyone was doing the same thing. Terry stepped back to the table, and worked Carol's backs and sides, and I noted he also let his fingertips brush across her nipples. Then he surprised me, he reached clear under her chest, ran both hands fully across her breasts, actually lifting her slightly from the table with the motion. He continued the stroke down, around her sides and across her bottom, bumping the drape down off her fanny in the process. He made no move to pull it back up.

In short order, I was treated to the sight of a whole row of bare female behinds, and I noted the rest of the guys in the class were having a bit of a time deciding where to look, too!

Terry moved to the next table to demonstrate leg techniques, I did my best to follow along as he worked on the pretty little brunette next to us. Her heavy-set mate stood there with a smile on his face as Terry went higher and higher. Even with his back to me, I could tell his finger had to be within an inch or so of her pubes, and he would linger for an extra second at the top of each stroke. As I duplicated the movements, I felt Carol open her legs slightly. Terry stepped back to our table and asked how we were doing. I had the drape pushed clear up and off Carol's behind, and I could see her clit clearly. Terry started working on Carol's other leg, our hands went up in unison and back. Carol was moaning nicely, so I decided to press the issue.

I let my hands go all the way up, touched the left side of her pussy, pressed in slightly and pulled her left cheek towards me. Terry caught on instantly, and our hands went up. Our fingertips met at Carol's pubes, and actually touched. Then in unison, we pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her completely. We must have repeated that motion at least 30 times! Terry grinned as Carol, unable to withstand that, had a solid orgasm. He reached up and slid two fingers across her clit lightly, she shuddered again. He smiled at me and said, "Pleasure is the goal."

Terry then said, "Time to turn over, and change partners!" Now this I didn't expect, but I ended up with the cute little brunette on the table next to me. The heavy set fellow ended up with Carol. I glanced at her to make sure she was all right with it, she just smiled at me.

Terry used Carol to show how to work on the neck and shoulders, then I heard him ask, "Are you bashful about your breasts?" I glanced over in time to hear Carol answer, "No," and Terry simply slipped the drape down to her waist. I looked at the little Brunette, who by this time I knew was Sherry, and I said...."Uhhhh."

She smiled and reached up and pulled the drape down on her own. I looked down the row, only one lady stayed covered, I also noticed that she had a bit of a panicked look on her face. I realized her husband was happily massaging the bare breasts of the rather heavy lady on the table next to her. The heavy lady's mate was working on her shoulders with a perplexed look, too, as he watched his wife's breasts being basically mauled. Terry picked up on that quickly, and stepped down to take control of the situation. So I turned my attention to Sherry.

I stroked down her chest, between her breasts, lifting gently as I stroked back up the sides. She was smallish built, her nipples were tiny, button-like, and hard as a rock. As I worked, I was keeping an eye on the heavy set fellow, but he was being cool about it. He was looking, but he was avoiding touching Carol's nipples.

Terry came back to our end, I noticed the two couples on the end were each back with their respective mates. Terry slipped the drape off of Sherry's left leg, and tucked it snugly between her legs as he did so. Sherry gave a little jerk as he did. Then he picked up a towel and placed it over her breasts. I glanced over at the heavy set guy (never did learn his name) and he followed suit.

After a few demonstrations with Sherry, I took over and he stepped over to Carol. I was working up Sherry's leg, and I got the idea to bend her knee up, but as soon as I let go, her foot started to slip. So I sat on the edge of the table, and blocked her foot in place. This gave me access to her entire leg. What I didn't notice for a second was this also made the drape tent up, which bared Sherri's pussy to my view. There wasn't a hair in sight!

I was lifting the heavy muscles on the back of her legs and pressing upwards, I looked up and realized she was watching me. Her tongue flicked out across her lips, and she moved her left leg over slightly, opening the gap in the drape even more. I glanced around the room, everyone was quite busy, so I let my fingertips brush against her lightly. She didn't protest, so I went a bit farther, actually letting my fingers brush up and press against her. Still no real reaction, so I moved the whole palm of my hand directly over her mound, and slipped my thumb inside. Her hips came up to meet me, and as I lifted up slightly with my thumb inside her, I felt her grip down on me.

Then I thought I had better cool it a little, so I started to work on the other leg. In short order I was finished.

Terry took over to end the session, and explained that the next session it would be the guys on the table. When he asked who would be able to attend, all agreed except for the two couples who had seemed uncomfortable. Everyone got dressed, and I went up to talk to Terry. He signed me up for the next semester's classes, I had decided that evening I wanted to become a massuer.

Carol and I got in the car to head home, she snuggled up tight against me. "That was fun" she said. Then she looked at me and asked, "Did you finger that girl?.."

"Yep!" I replied, "Bald as a billiard cue, too!" She laughed, and said, "You and Terry can rub my butt anytime!" I just laughed. "You do realize we could see everything, including your butthole?" I told her. "Yes, so did the other guy, too!"

"Other guy?" I asked. "Yes, the big guy, he was peeking around your shoulders when you did that."

"He seemed kind of shy to me," I told her, more a question than a comment.

"Yes, but when he stepped around between the tables, with his back to you, he used his left hand on me."

"So what did you do?" I asked her. 

"I spread my legs and let him," she said, with a giggle...

Carol Ch. 3



When Carol signed us up for a couples massage class, I must admit it was the best thing to ever happen to me. Not only was it FUN, but I had found my new career!

Probably we were just lucky, our instructor, Terry, was a LOT more liberal than many of the instructors I have seen since. It was obvious that he enjoyed touch, and had no inhibitions. It was also obvious that the College wasn't the best place to do the sessions with this group.

I wasn't surprised when the phone rang, and Terry told me the classes were to be moved to his private home.

The evening of the 2nd class, Carol and I arrived, right on time. Terry greeted us at the door, introduced his wife, Sara. Sherri was already there with her heavyset husband, (for the life of me I can't remember his name, but I will call him Tom to make it easier). A few minutes after we arrived, Joe and Linda showed up, and it was apparent we had lost two of the couples from the last class, who had seemed inhibited.

Terry showed us into his spacious den, he had 4 tables set up. He gave a short talk, then told us it was the guy's turn on the table, and the women in the group would be the students.

I glanced around the room, I have to admit to a bit of nervousness, undressing in front of almost strangers is a little unnerving. But I managed, and Carol let out a soft giggle as I quickly dropped my jeans and hopped on the table, pulling the drape over me.

As I looked down the row, I noticed Terry also had undressed and slid on the table on the other end of the room. His wife, Sara stepped up to him, and began instructing the session.

Carol started on my back, kneading the muscles nicely. In short order, I was quite comfortable with her familiar touch. Soon she was rubbing my legs, and I was getting the beginnings of a hard-on. Sara was talking the whole time, stepping between the tables and demonstrating the strokes. She stepped to me, placed her hands on my left leg, and stroked all the way up, allowing her fingers to brush up and over the left cheek of my butt. "YumYum" I wisecracked, and everyone laughed as she popped my behind with the palm of her hand hard enough to sting! "Be good," she said, with a grin.

"Well, time to change partners," Sara said. "This will let you get the feel of a body other than your mate." 

Sure enough, Sherri switched to me, Carol moved down to work with Terry, and Linda and Sara switched, Sara with Joe and Linda with Tom.

I turned my head so I could see Carol, she was running both hands up the back of Terry's legs, I noticed the drape was poked firmly between his legs. Sherri was doing the same to me, and it felt good! I was getting more and more of a boner, and I could sense that the end of my penis was starting to poke out from the bottom of the drape. I became quite sure of it when I felt her soft hand go up, slide over and brush against my balls. Then she gripped the end of my penis, gave it a little squeeze, and right back to stroking my legs like nothing happened! A few strokes later, Sherry did it again, lingering this time.

I was growing like a weed, let me tell you! I also noticed that the room had suddenly gone quiet!

I looked down the row, Sara was stroking Joe's upper legs, he had a grimace on his face that told me she was moving his stuff around nicely. I could only see part of Carol's back, Linda was in the way, but Carol was leaned way forwards and either had a handful of Terry's privates, or was damned close! I could see Tom's hairy behind, Linda had the drape pushed clear up off him.

Then I felt Sherri reach up with both hands and grasp me, her oily hands felt slick as sin on my full blown hard-on. She was reaching all the way to the base, squeezing, and then slowly drawing her hands towards the end, both of her tiny hands wrapped fully around me.

"Time to turn over," Sara said, with a catch in her voice.

I rolled over obediently, and sneaked a peek down the row. Sara had Joe's undraped dick in her hands, and was pumping in full strokes. Carol went right to work on Terry's legs, he was still covered by the drape but he also made a nice tent in it, I knew it wouldn't be long! Linda was staring at Sara, who was working her husband's dick without mercy. Linda stood there, almost still, but she had her left hand wrapped around the base of Tom's penis, and it stuck straight up, with a mushroom head on it the size of a golf ball!

I turned my attention back to Sherry, she looked at me with a grin. "Time to return the favor," she said, and she reached out and started to pump me. I was getting close, when I glanced down at Carol again. She was leaned over the table, and she was pumping Terry's shaft for all she was worth. This was too much for me, and I blew my load all over my chest. Sherri finished me off, then rubbed my seed into my skin.

Now everyone was done but poor Tom. Linda was having a time with that thing of his, her hand almost wouldn't reach around it! I also noticed that Tom had his hand under Linda's top, feeling her breast as she worked on him. Sherri told her, "He never gets off that way."

"So what do I do?" Linda asked. "There is just one way" Sherry answered, with a mischevious smile.

Linda looked at Sherri for a long second, then understanding, she looked at her husband, Joe. Sara still had her hand on Joe's half hard penis, and Joe just nodded.

Linda seemed to sigh, then reached under the medium length dress she wore, and slid her panties down and off! "My god," I thought, "Is she really going to do this?"

It became apparent she was when she pulled her top over her head, and naked, she climbed up on the table. She straddled him, reached down, and slowly began to insert him in her. It was a struggle at first, we all stood and stared as more and more vanished inside her. Finally with a groan, she settled all the way down on Tom, and began to pump.

One would have thought the whole session would become an orgy at this point, but it didn't. We all simply watched for what must have been a good 5 minutes! Finally Tom's ample stomach began to heave, and Linda slid off him and began to stroke him with her hands as he came with a rush!

"Well, that's a new one" Terry's voice said close to me. I looked at him, he was standing there with a Towel wrapped around his waist. Suddenly aware of my own nudity, I grabbed a towel and wiped down, then we all began to dress. Oddly, everyone was quiet, perhaps a bit shocked at what we had just witnessed.

Carol came over and gave me a hug, and as we prepared to leave, Sherry came over and hugged me, too. Then she stuck a card in my pocket, saying, "Give us a call sometime..."



Carol Ch. 4, Then Lee



The marriage between Carol and I was a one of a kind thing. It is difficult to even describe, one almost had to live it.

Carol had one real goal, and that was to please me. My own goal was to please her! There was never an argument, or upset of any kind in our time together.

She delighted in teasing me, she knew very well of my urges to have her "accidentally" flash some poor unsuspecting soul. There were no inhibitions at all in this beautiful woman!

One would think that this type of relationship would lead to encounters with other couples and singles, but it never did. The closest we ever came was in a couples massage therapy class, that got HOT, let me tell you. It was fun, too. But in our 5 year marriage, neither one of us was with a different partner, we were simply enough for each other.

Then one morning, Carol hopped in the car to make the 6 mile run to the store, just some eggs, bacon, milk. She wanted to make me breakfast. Just 6 miles, a trip she had made a hundred times.

Carol was over an hour late when my phone rang. I stared at it, and I knew! They told me an entire axle assembly had broken free from a big truck, and gone through her windshield. There was no pain, at least, it was over in an instant.

People came by to try and help, they made it worse. Her presence was everywhere, there was no way to escape.

After a few weeks, I just drained the small savings we had, climbed in my old GMC pickup truck, and drove away. The truck finally gave up the ghost somewhere on the southern Oregon coast, I walked off and left it.

Months passed, then a couple of years. I was drunk most of the time, and messed up on other things, to this day I couldn't tell you what. I found a small group of others that hung out on the East side of Portland. One day became another, we would go out and sit on the sidewalk and beg quarters from passersby. Most would walk around us, not seeing. A few would hand us change, and there were lots of places where we could get a meal for free.

One spring morning in 1978 I was sitting there, half sick and hungover, trying to get enough change for a bottle. Through the blur I noticed some white stockings, I looked up and this lady in a nurse's uniform was standing there saying something to me. I was mumbling something about out of work or too hurt to work, all I really remember is her saying, "Oh, Bullshit! Get up!" Something in the firmness of her voice made me obey, I struggled to my feet.

"Well, come on," she said, and led me down the street. We turned and walked into a hospital, and she led me to a room, and more or less ordered me to sit down.

"My name is Lee," she told me, "And you are my class project!" I looked her up and down, she was about 30, slender, the glasses and hair pulled back in a bun did little to hide the fact that she was attractive.

"What makes you think I want to be some class project?," I protested.

"Because I said so" she told me firmly, her no nonsense manner was getting the best of me. "You stink to high heaven," she said, "Bath is first!"

With that, she started peeling off my clothes, and in seconds I was naked. "In the shower," she ordered, showing me the door to the washroom off the side. I was far too sick and weak to protest much, besides, a hot shower sounded good. So I meekly followed her instructions, and took a long hot scrub. I had to admit it did make me feel better. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and came back out, to find her patiently waiting. "Hair is next" she said!

She plunked me down in a chair, grabbed some scissors, and proceeded to shear off about a foot of stringy hair, then she snipped my beard and mustache close, lathered me up and shaved me.

Then she turned me to face a large mirror on the wall. "Take a look," she said. I stared at the face in the mirror, it really didn't seem to be me. The cheeks were sunken, dark circles under my eyes, 34 years old but the face looking back was at least 50!

Lee took my weight, 152, blood pressure, all the rest of my vitals, and made some notes in a little book.

"Get dressed," she ordered, "I took a guess on the sizes." I looked at the fresh underwear, new socks, a pair of slacks, shoes, belt, nice sports shirt, even a nice jacket. I slipped the clothes on, they were a good fit. Then she handed me a new wallet. "All your pictures and personal items are in there," she said. I glanced inside, there was a crisp $20 bill in there, too! She noted my look, "Lunch" she said, "let's go."

We walked down the street to a local cafe, and ordered a salad and sandwich. As we ate, she said, "Tell me about you." I started to talk, I hadn't talked much for a long time, it started haltingly, then came pouring out of me in a rush. As I explained to her that I had been a mechanic, then an LMP, she stopped me to ask what an "LMP" was. I told her it was a Licensed Massage Practitioner. She just said, "Oh, they are called LMT's out here." We finished our meal, and I paid the waitress with the $20 bill Lee had put in my wallet. I left a $1 bill and some odd change for a tip, Lee looked at me and smiled. "You will be all right" she said.

We went back to the hospital, and there were a whole series of tests. They drew blood, poked and probed me, finally they were done.

"Now what?" I asked Lee. "To your new home," she replied. We walked down the street a few blocks, and turned into an older style apartment house. She showed me to a small room, it was a little studio, it had a stove, fridge, couch, even a little color TV. I poked around in the cupboards and drawers, it was lightly stocked with fruits, vegetables, some eggs and milk.

"There is one rule" she told me. "Drink and you are back on the street, no exceptions"! And she left.

That first night was a struggle, I was sick off and on, but by morning, I was starting to feel almost normal. Just before 8, there was a knock on the door. There stood Lee, dressed in a blouse and skirt, hair softly framing her face. She looked like an angel, and I felt the stirrings of something I had almost forgotten. She noticed the look on my face, and smiled. "Come, let's go! Job interview" she said. We got on the Tri-met bus, and rode for awhile. Finally we got off, and went to a Chiropractor's office. I realized what she had in mind, and told her I didn't have a license anymore. "Yes, you do!" she replied, reaching in her purse and handing me some documents.

I got the job, 5 days a week, a solid progression of sore backs, arms, legs, not the kind of work I had been used to, but it was income.

Three months went by, I was saving a little money, and I bought my own table to set up in the apartment. All during this time, I saw Lee nearly every day, she would talk to me, and make little notes in her book. My practice had built up to 3 to 4 clients each week, plus the work at the Chiropractor's, I was doing fine. My weight was back to 170, and gaining towards my normal 205 pounds.

One evening Lee stopped by, we were just sitting and chatting, I noticed she was rubbing her neck off and on. "Sore?" I asked. 

"Yes," she replied.

Without asking, I stepped over and began to massage her neck and shoulders. She relaxed and allowed my touch. She was wearing a button up blouse, I was pushing the neck opening first one way, then the other, when she reached up and unbuttoned it halfway. I slipped it off her shoulders, working the neck and shoulder muscles as she groaned at the relief.

"Let's use your table" she said suddenly. I opened my portable table, she lay face down on it. I began to work her back more fully, pulling the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. I felt no resistance, so I worked all the way up and under her blouse. I felt the tug of her skin because my hands were dry, "I need to use some oil" I told her.

"OK," she said, and sat up, removing her blouse and skirt. There she sat in just a bra and pair of thin white panties, I reached over and grabbed one of my drapes to cover her as she lay back down. I worked her back and sides thoroughly, then I unclasped her bra strap so I could reach all of her.

Lee didn't protest, so I then finished up on her legs, being careful to not press my luck.

I couldn't help it, I was getting a long neglected hardon, if she noticed, she said nothing.

I asked her if she would like to turn over, and held the drape for her as she did. She slipped the bra off her shoulders, and tossed it on a chair. I began again to work on her shoulders, as she lay there in obvious pleasure.

"Should I continue," I asked? "Yes" came the soft reply, she opened her eyes and looked at me, there was no mistaking the smoky look!

I reached down and stroked the sides of her breasts under the drape, she sighed, I pushed the drape down and off of her. It had been so long since I touched a woman's breasts, Lee's were small but perfect, nipples like little buttons. I added some oil, allowing my fingertips to get closer and closer in tiny circles, until I was circling the very tip of her nipples. I was being rewarded by little shudders from her body.

Finally I recovered her, tucking in the drape at her sides, and went to work on her legs. I did soft and sensual strokes, I could smell the scent of her!

I realized right then that I loved this woman, and as the thought hit me I said it.

Lee sat up, looked at me, and said, "I love you too, Ted!" We reached for each other, and kissed for the first time. I picked her up, and carried her to my bed. Quickly we were both nude, and I was rewarded with a guttural groan as I slipped into her for the first time! She stayed with me that night, and every night since!

I married her 3 months later. This was 24 years ago this Month...