15 comments/ 93645 views/ 3 favorites That Isn't Sex By: magmaman Margie sat with her head in her hands. She was worried, life appeared to be an almost perfect storm of disaster. Nearly fifteen years of happy marriage to her husband Jerry had left her soft, Margie didn't get a lot of exercise except for things like carrying the laundry basket, pushing the vacuum cleaner and things like that. She smiled to herself as her mind wandered back to how she and Jerry had met. He had called for an appointment, his back hurting terribly. +++ Fresh out of trade school, Margie had passed her State board exams for her massage therapy practice with flying colors. She had run a bunch of ads and waited, her little home office in the spare bedroom spotless with charts showing all the muscles in the body hanging from the walls. Just like they had taught her in school, keep the totally professional appearance. Soon her phone rang a lot, but she wasn't getting very many actual clients. All of the comments she had heard from the ads on TV about how wonderful the profession was, how she could work when she wanted to and make lots and lots of money just did not pan out to truth in the real world. Very quickly she began to understand that hands on bare human bodies created an underlying sexual response, far more often than not. Margie wasn't a prude at all, in fact she loved touching and seeing all of the different types of bodies. Nearly without fail it excited her, something that at first she had problems admitting even to herself. It took her nearly a full year to figure out how to handle the male customers. Men and penises, in that first year she saw dozens of them. It appeared that since those things stuck out, they somehow managed to climb right out from underneath the drape all by themselves. Usually while she had her back turned reaching for her lotion bottle. The other surprise is that she also had to figure out how to handle some of the female customers, although hints and suggestions were far fewer. Even at that, several of the women managed to expose themselves to her. Lots of the clients seemed to be looking more for a good time than they did a real massage, and she just wasn't about to risk her license that cost her $14,000.00 worth of education to get. Which also meant she wasn't getting a lot of repeat work. Many she refused to even see, then many that she did see would do or say something, when met with her rejection they just did not come back for another appointment. At first she got indignant and just hung up on them when they asked the pointed questions. She heard the "pulled muscle in the groin", "is your massage like...?" with a mention of some of the seedier parlors she had heard of many times. Dozens of the so called male clients appeared to have serious skin conditions and hated being underneath a drape. Some were as sweet as it is possible to be until it came time to get on the table. Then during the session they would mention the drape and how "uncomfortable" it was. Eventually though, Margie got the hang of it. When she noticed the magic penis that shifted to whatever side she was working on all by itself, she simply never changed expression and kept right on working. When the thing slid out from underneath the sheet all by itself she just reached down and covered it right back up, not even showing a reaction. Then deep down inside, she knew about and fought that urge that once in awhile poured over her. A few men had beautiful bodies, she wanted to grab them, make them spurt with her hands like she had done with a few of her boyfriends. She fought that, barely managing to keep her calm and professional bedside manner. More than once during the first couple of years she found herself forced to masturbate furiously after a session, then she would feel guilty. Yet she did not touch a single penis, except for a few times when she would barely bump one when working out upper thighs or hips. Sometimes she wondered if the clients knew that when she was standing at the foot of the table she could often see their hairy balls, and many times the end of their penis lying there between their legs. One older man came back over and over, he always gave her a nice $10 tip. His penis was the longest she had ever seen, he kept it tucked between his legs and it reached half way down his thigh. That one she just could not avoid seeing, if she was going to work his thighs out properly at all. Several times while she worked she saw it begin to grow and reach down even further, she could see the slit in the end of it actually open slightly as she worked on him. One day she asked him if a small cushion underneath his abdomen might help, she had noticed that when he erected it was probably uncomfortable like that. Her idea was to give the man some room for his loins. He agreed, so she slid a pillow under his stomach and pelvis. This elevated his fanny, she realized the mistake instantly. It made the situation far worse as far as being able to see him was concerned. Now everything hung right out there in space. But he didn't seem to notice, so Margie just did her work and pretended she could not see anything. That was one of the clients that caused her to rush into her bathroom as soon as he left. Not one time did he say or do anything out of line, she decided that since he was more mature and grandfatherly, he was simply more experienced. By the end of her second year as a therapist, Margie felt that she had seen it all. Her style became far more relaxed, understanding that men were just the way they were, she came to accept that as just part of the profession. Some noticed that her hands became more careless, she saw the reactions. She also saw the repeat business build. Several men even went so far as to try and date her, Margie just smiled sweetly and declined, telling them a little white lie about a "boyfriend." A few of them actually did interest her, but needing the work she also knew she just did not dare risk that. +++ The massage profession involves quite a bit of nudity, Margie was used to that from being in class. By the end of the second week in school everyone in the class had long since gotten over being bashful. She giggled to herself thinking about that, the one really cute guy named Ragen in their class had gotten a major erection while she was working on him. He most certainly was well endowed, she had seen his penis briefly a couple of times before, just hanging there. At first she managed to stifle a giggle when she saw one of them, then somehow that became normal. Ragen had gotten her attention because his thing was very big. He also looked extremely masculine until he opened his mouth. Everyone just held up sheets while the classmates that had their turns on the table got undressed. Underwear was long forgotten, it was too much trouble. Even the female instructor was careless, telling them to relax, everyone was an adult. She was a bit older than most in the class, and she also loved getting massages so more than once she hopped nude onto one of the student's table, reaching down after to drag a sheet over her rather large body. So Margie saw everyone in various stages of naked at one time or another, and they all saw her. A few of the female classmates got so relaxed about being naked that they thought nothing of hopping up and walking across the room to use the bathroom. Margie never did that though, she always grabbed a towel to wrap herself with. Of course everyone had seen her bare breasts by then, but she just could not walk by a roomful of people naked like that. After awhile, nobody paid any attention anyway, except for the 50 year old former fisherman in their class. The guy had monstrous arms, larger than any she had ever seen before on a man. He also had roving eyes, more than once she caught him checking her out as she undressed to get on the table. He was the only one that caused her to blush in the class. But when that man's turn came to work on her, she found she delighted in his big rough hands and she wasn't sure why. So when he let the drape slip off her breasts she pretended to not notice, once she peeked through slitted eyes and caught him at the foot of the table looking at her crotch. It felt a bit breezy down there, she figured he got a pretty good look. But Margie pretended to ignore that also, except she felt herself get damp and her breath caught. Then came that day with Ragen, she had worked on Ragen several times before, he really was good looking and his body was in great shape. No matter what she did, he showed no reaction of any kind, unlike some of the other male classmates. But this time it grew and grew until there was a monstrous lump underneath the thin sheet. What was so funny about it was Ragen was obviously gay. Margie was most certainly a female, at that stage of her life her waist was snug, her upper body blessed with full soft breasts. One look at her and anyone would know that the thin pullover smock was all she had on. The room was always very warm, everyone wore those same blue smocks. Giggling to herself at Ragen's reaction, she had softened her touch, changed to longer sensual strokes, and let her fingers drift very very close to his privates. So close that a couple of times she felt the edges of his thick mass of pubic hair under her fingertips. Ragen had opened his eyes, looked at her oddly, then apologized. She knew he meant his state of erection, it was impossible to miss that. "No problem, it's perfectly normal." She told him, spouting the party line that had been pounded into their heads by the instructor. "I never..I just don't..not with a..." She saw his face turn slightly red, then feeling frisky at what was happening, she allowed her right hand to barely bump the end of his penis. He twitched slightly at that but said nothing more. That was all that happened, after all, there was more than a dozen other students in the class right there, all working on each other. Ragen didn't respond, but she saw his face redden even more. That night, Margie got the fantasy into her head of reaching underneath the sheet and grasping him. Even now, years later she sometimes got that thought of him in her head when she masturbated. She never mentioned those thoughts to her husband, it was just a silly fantasy anyway. +++ Margie's future husband Jerry had walked into her office that day, God he was so handsome. But she also saw the tired look in his eyes from the constant pain. Once she got him settled on the table, she found the swollen area at his right hip. Working the area gently with her fingers, she saw the muscles of the back of his thigh begin to twitch with an involuntary motion. Margie did everything she knew how to do to ease his pain, make him comfortable. In the process, she discovered his right testicle, which was hard to miss, it was more than twice normal size. Even with the drape tucked securely in place, the problem was obvious. The massage board rules were clear, no touching of the privates, no carelessness draping them, no looking at all. Margie knew all of that and was careful, but she also now understood the real world and that had finally built a nice solid repeat business. That helped a lot because she didn't need to advertise much, she got quite a few referrals. She now had several regular customers that she allowed to be fully nude. That was against the rules but the door was locked and she always got to know them first. If they preferred to be naked, it was fine with her. But she held to her ethics, while she often got very close with her hands, she never once manipulated any of them to orgasm. One regular named Dennis that she allowed full nudity always got very hard, and a number of times he actually climaxed without even being touched intimately. All she was doing was stroking his upper thighs with both hands while standing at the foot of the table. Margie had no idea at all that men could even do that, she watched that first time as Dennis got firmer and firmer until his erection actually lifted up from his body. She knew she should have stopped but that was fascinating, so she kept on, repeating the long sensuous strokes. Then his testicles tightened up, and his penis jerked, semen spurted out across his stomach. Margie knew she had been teasing him with her hands, but that was a surprise. That first time startled her, not knowing what to do about that, she just used a towel to clean him up. She kept the towel between her hand and his penis, but she could feel it's length, it's firmness. That was the first time she ever actually hand her hand directly on a client's genitals, but what else could she do? She couldn't just leave him messy like that. After all, it wasn't her fault, not really. Margie never actually grasped anyone's penis, she always carefully kept the back of her hand that direction. Yes, it was over the top as far as the State rules went, but she trusted the man and it meant much needed repeat business. Dennis apologized, acting embarrassed about that, but he always came right back for more and now left a $20 tip. The world is just the way it is, she decided. +++ Looking at Jerry lying on her table, this was different. This man really was hurting, and in a place that was out of bounds. Every instinct in her body told her to try and help him. "Do you suffer pain in your groin also?" She asked, being careful to keep a perfectly normal tone in her voice. "Yes, but it's all right. I know you aren't allowed to work on that area." He answered her, with a hint of embarrassment. Margie smiled inwardly at his comment. What a concept, here was a fine hunk of a male, and a normal one to boot? This man wasn't trying to shove his privates at her, he seemed to be bashful about it. "I can do some lymph node drainage, that might help. It is a little bit intimate but I am understanding, I can see you need the help." Margie told him. "All right. If you don't mind, but please be careful, it's very painful." So she did, working carefully around his pelvis, her fingertips pushing gently with the weight of a nickel like she had been taught. She was careful to keep his penis mostly draped while she worked, but she did have to expose the areas she was working on. Jerry's right testicle was huge, the skin stretched tight across it. She worked carefully, trying to offer some comfort. Her sensitive fingers could feel the swollen masses in the cords supporting his testicles, she used extremely gentle pressure and could feel the swelling ease slightly as she pressed the fluids out. Jerry didn't get an erection, a mild surprise to her. He also said that he felt lots better, and he must have since after that he came back twice each week. Not one time did he erect. Margie was happy for the business, and once each month the insurance company sent her a check. Over time, his swelling went down, she knew the insurance paid sessions were going to end soon. Clients came and went, she was used to that. But she was going to miss Jerry most of all. She realized she really did like him. +++ Then Jerry asked her out to dinner! She opened her mouth to say no, since that was what she always said when asked by a client, but by then she knew she wanted to, very much. His smile when she told him she would love to made her heart flutter, Jerry was so handsome. Margie was excited as she showered carefully and dressed for the date. She really was interested in him, and he had been healing nicely. He had claimed he just wanted to do something nice for her since she had done so much to help him. He certainly did do that. That evening Margie ended up in Jerry's bed. She wasn't even completely sure how that happened, except for the fact that she felt totally comfortable with him. Sometimes sex just happens, eyes meet and both know at the same instant. Yet this "instant" had taken four long months. Jerry had driven her home, then he just stood there will a silly uncomfortable smile on his face. Margie lifted up on tiptoe and kissed him right on the lips, that was all it took. Then they were kissing in earnest, her body shuddered as his hands found her breasts. There had been sex before, but rarely. A boyfriend for a few months just out of high school, and a one night stand one evening after she had gotten a little too drunk at a party, that was it. Margie didn't even remember that boy's name, and she hadn't even climaxed with him. She also had never climaxed with her first boyfriend, it just felt warm and good. Jerry most certainly got an erection that time, that happened as soon as his hands slid inside her blouse, and then her bra. Margie was very willing, she explored his groin that night in a way she had never done before. Margie sure did climax with Jerry! It was amazing, beyond belief, she simply did not have any idea at all that her body could do that. By the next morning she was completely and totally in love with this man. The next day her favorite client Dennis lay on her table and daydreaming about Jerry the night before, she let her hands slide right across his erection. Almost instantly she realized, and blushed furiously, muttering an apology. He turned and looked at her, then he started laughing. That was infectious, she began to laugh also. Then she explained that she had a boyfriend without going into real detail, but Dennis understood that also. "You can take it out on me all you like!" He grinned at her. There was some more laughing, it was a very good day for her. It was like her entire world had just become wonderful. +++ Three months later they were married, and she no longer accepted clients. Jerry had a very good job, there was no need for her to work. The calls continued, but over time they finally faded as she thanked them and told them she no longer worked. Margie became a housewife, and she was perfectly happy with that. She did miss meeting the constant flow of new people, talking with them while she worked. But it was all right, she couldn't ask for a better partner in life. Jerry always paid special attention to her needs, far more than just in bed. He worked hard, made fair money and life was sweet. Margie was completely content with her man. +++ Then came the series of events. The first problem was when her husband's hours were cut back. Several of the other employees were laid off. That added workload to his job, Jerry tried his best to handle his extra duties in less time but it was tough. The day they called and told her to come down to the hospital was a hard time. He had fallen, broken his back and several ribs. Thank God he was not paralyzed, but he was in a cast from his pelvis to the top of his neck. The company had insurance, and for the first month or so they thought they had no worries. Then they found out that the company, in financial trouble, had not paid the premiums. Bad enough that they just kept the withholding from his paycheck that was taken out for his share of the medical insurance, there was no way to correct it because the entire company then simply folded. They had also let the worker's compensation payments lapse. The owner boarded up the factory and vanished. It was a rented facility, there was no one to even sue. Now there was no job, no hope of getting one since Jerry was injured. Worse, all of the medical bills now fell to them. Next was the notice from the finance company regarding the overdue house payment. They applied for and got food stamps, Margie blushed the first few times she used those, but finally she held her head up. They were doing the best they could, it wasn't their fault. She cried the day the bank came and took Jerry's truck, she knew that he loved that big machine. That Isn't Sex +++ Margie sat that morning with her head in her hands, worrying. It was almost a confusing time as her thoughts wandered from all the happy times to all of the worries, back and forth. She knew she had no choice, she needed to go to work herself, there was no other answer. She had already mentioned that to Jerry, he had resisted, feeling some silly kind of guilt. But the bills needed to be paid, she had no choice. +++ Margie's massage table hadn't been out of the hallway closet for nearly a decade except for sometimes when she brought it out to play with Jerry. Those were happy times, except now she had no reservations at all of reaching under the sheet and taking care of him. She always used a sheet, it was like a tease and appeared to help get Jerry going. Jerry would laugh and call her one of "those" girls as she deliberately bumped his groin, doing her very best to get him excited as possible. "It will cost you extra to see my titties!" She would laugh. "How much?" By then he was always fully erect, her hand wrapped around it, having negotiated that price. "Fifty bucks!" She would say. "Wow! Oh, well, worth every penny! Can I touch them too?" "For fifty bucks you can do anything you want, sweetie." Margie would giggle. Silly games, that was fun and exciting. Then there was more teasing, she would slip off her upper garments and use her nice firm breasts to rub his back or stomach. That always got him going even more, and not one time did she ever get a massage completely done. Sometimes she got on the table and Jerry worked on her, doing the same motions that she did with him. That part Margie really loved. Usually somewhere in there while she was lying on her stomach fully nude she would feel the tip of Jerry's erection brush her foot. Then as his hands flowed up and over her butt and her back, spreading the delicious feeling oil, she would feel his hardness sliding higher and higher, until he would be on top of her on the table. His cock would brush her fanny, slide partway in between her butt cheeks. "Oh, no, that is against the rules!" She loved to squeal out, while lifting her hips to allow him access. "You are SOOO naughty! You are going to get arrested!" She would exclaim as he slid inside her body. +++ All of that flashed through her mind as she set up her table, placed the oil bottle in the fridge and got her drapes ready. She had already used the computer to place some ads on several web sites, posting a photo of herself in a mildly low cut top there, taken about 5 years earlier. A current photo would probably show her heavier body far more clearly, but on the internet, everyone did that. She had learned a long time ago to use a bit of sex appeal, it helped get new customers. She had also learned to show no reaction of any kind when they dropped hints, or made suggestions. A few would muster their courage and come right out and ask her to touch them intimately, she always just told them that she would love to but that since she was licensed, she wasn't allowed to do that. That simple line nearly always satisfied them for some reason, many then became good clients and came back over and over. Margie remembered the ones that lay naked on her table as she worked, some completely erect, some not. She knew deep down inside that she liked that part of her job, seeing all the different body shapes and reactions. She knew that she had been missing doing it, involved with being a housewife and taking care of her man. +++ "I'm so sorry." Jerry said to her when she told him what she was going to do. Margie had been honest with Jerry about her work way back when they first fell in love. He took that all in stride, and never appeared to be even the slightest bit concerned that she had massaged literally hundreds of naked or nearly naked men. She had even told him about Dennis, which he found completely hilarious. "The guy went off by himself, and you just wiped him up, huh?" "Yes." She had blushed mildly at the memory. "You didn't even whack him off, not even once?" "No, I just...you know...teased him." "God, you are so hot!" Was his reaction. Margie did find that odd that Jerry did not appear to be the least bit concerned and she mentioned that, curious. "It's not sex." He told her. That had ended up with Jerry on the table with Margie trying her best to get him to orgasm without her actually touching him, but it didn't work. Instead, she slid her lips over him and that did work. +++ "I never dreamed you would ever need to have go back to work. I am supposed to be the one taking care of you." Jerry told her, feeling guilty. "I don't mind, Honey. It's not your fault you are hurt. Besides, I like to do the work. It's going to be a legitimate service, you know that of course. Just like I was doing when we met, I know I can still do it and we need the money." She said. Jerry just nodded. "Naked men on your table, huh?" He grinned at her, causing her to blush. "I will use the drapes." She told him. "Just be you, do what you feel is all right. I won't mind, I love you so much. I know we are in financial trouble and need the cash, it's good that you have your talents to fall back on." His eyes got wet. "It's not your fault that you got hurt, honey." She repeated. Margie sat by him and fed him some soup, then kissed him on the lips. She wished he was healed, she missed his strong body pressed against her very much. She couldn't even take care of him with her hands, he was still in far too much pain. "I will be back in about an hour." She told him. It was time to go get ready, her first client was due shortly. She was hoping it wouldn't be one of those no-shows, remembering having had so many of them before in her business. She was happy when the doorbell rang, right on time. She hurried to answer it, stopping for a second to check herself out in the mirror. There was no way to hide the extra twenty pounds she had put on, she hoped the light slacks and blouse she wore open just enough to show a trace of cleavage would distract from that. +++ The man who stood there looking slightly nervous was about sixty years old. Margie was glad to see he was in pretty good shape and looked clean. She remembered the ones that were very much overweight, men like that were a lot of work. "Are you Margie? I'm Darrel, I called about an appointment?" "Hi! Come on in, I have the room all set up. Would you like a shower first?" Margie answered him brightly. "That would be nice." He said. Margie noticed he looked her up and down, his eyes settling on the bare flesh at her upper chest. She expected that and wasn't upset, it had happened so often back when she was working, and many times since. Men seem to love to look, she knew it was just in their nature. Even Jerry looked at her like that, something about him that had never changed. She showed her new client the shower off their spare room, handed him the clipboard with the diagram to circle areas of the body that are of concern. Most would circle the low back and upper legs, a few but not many would actually circle the groin. Her mind flashed back to Jerry's first time on her table so many years ago, he had circled just his right hip and lower back. She still had that form he filled out in her files. She had thought those files would come in handy, and she had called every single one of them to try and let them know she was working again. She had managed to contact just two, over a decade is a long time. Both had been pleased to hear from her but neither one had booked. So she had used the internet ad sites, knowing full well the kind of phone calls she would get. +++ She stepped into the room, Darrel lay there under the drape. She was glad for that, she wasn't ready to start right out with the ones that climbed naked on top of the sheet quite yet. Picking up the form, she read the list and looked at where he had marked. Upper legs and lower back, of course. Margie oiled her hands and started in, in seconds her training kicked back in. She soon was getting satisfying grunts and moans from Darrel. She stepped up higher after working out his legs, letting her fingertips slip sideways and back down his legs just before she got to what would be too high. Before, she had always stopped a bit short of this high the first few sessions but she wanted each client and she wanted them for repeat visits. She knew she had just a few weeks before the bank would want the house keys. Yes, Margie was well aware that she was pushing the limits right off the bat. Besides, 10 years of marriage had taken any inhibitions she had early on about male bodies right out of her. She had been losing that anyway, but the close intimacy with Jerry had changed her even more. She even folded the sheet back and worked out Darrel's glutes carefully, letting her fingers slide deep in there but stopping just short of his anus. In short order, she was enjoying the work, and this older man seemed nice, plus he had a very good body for his age. She began the firm side pulls that she knew felt good, overlapping her fingers up and over his rib cage and hips. Then she stepped around to his right and began on his left. Nearly instantly she realized the man was erect, and his penis was directed straight out the side from underneath. Her fingertips brushed right against the end of his rubbery knob, startling her. "I'm sorry." She said, shifting her hands over. She felt herself blush, so careless of her. She knew she was out of practice. "It's OK. I don't mind, I am not bashful at all." Darrel said, glancing over his shoulder at her with a grin. Margie didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. She had her hands moved higher up on the side of Darrel's chest by then. "Oh, to hell with it!" She thought. She moved back down, sliding her hands underneath his erection against his side so she could finish with his hips and lower side. She was careful to only allow the back of her hand to brush him, having been taught in class to be sure of that since it was considered incidental touch. Some men always had their members straight down between their legs, and those that were endowed could get in the way a bit. Others would erect when doing stomach muscles, and swing right up past the drape. With those she just tugged the sheet upwards to recover them. Things like that happened and were just innocent. When Darrel moaned solidly at that, Margie managed to stifle a giggle. Then she stepped up to the top of the table, worked out his shoulders and upper back. She held up the drape as he turned onto his back, repeating the work on his feet and legs. She noticed he had developed a fine tent in the sheet, ignored that. The tent got larger when she worked out his chest and arms, then shifted down to do the easy clockwise circles on his stomach. She was careful to stay above his pubic hair line, and his erection stayed off to the left like most did. At one point she placed the flat of her hand directly on his tummy, telling him to take a deep breath. That was another trick she had learned, without fail it caused a distraction that eased the erection. Like always, it worked perfectly. Finishing up the hour, she left the room so he could get dressed. Harold came out, paid her the $60, and thanked her. She gave him the usual after massage hug. "Would you like to rebook another session?" She asked him. "Yes, same time next week would be nice." Margie made a note in her book. She was happy, her first new customer and already a repeat. "Oh, and for next time, I do like a longer session, OK?" "Sure, we can do that, I will leave an extra half hour on the schedule." That tickled her also, it meant an $80 session instead of just $60. After he left, Margie went into the massage room to clean and make up the table. There was a $50 bill lying on it. She thought about that for a moment, then pleased, she redid the room. +++ "You didn't even do anything special?" Her husband Jerry asked her when she went in to tell him how it went. She brought him a drink, sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. Jerry's hand came instantly across her waist, fondling her gently. "No, just a massage." She told him, not mentioning that she had gotten very close and even let the back of her hand slide alongside the old man's erection a couple of times. "He is probably figuring on getting a hand job next time!" Jerry laughed. "Yes, I know." Margie knew that very likely that meant one more appointment and that would be it. Just like with all the other clients she had years before that always paid her far extra. She knew darn good and well what they wanted. "Maybe you should." Jerry said. "What?" That surprised her. "Well, nearly all men are that way, if you were careful and picked out just a few, wouldn't that be good for business?" He said. "Sure, probably, but I never have done anything like that. Of course there is nudity and some men..you know how they are. Not all of them though, you weren't that way when I worked on you." Margie protested. "Oh yes I was, I just didn't let on." Jerry laughed so hard he had to stop and moan when a sharp twinge hit his back. "Besides, that isn't sex." Jerry told her. "You are such a pervert!" Margie giggled, then she slid her hand under the covers and took good care of her man. She had to caution him to stop moving a couple of times, he would wince when he reacted. "Felt like sex to me!" She giggled. "It's not, not really. Sex is a two way street, things like this are just relief. So even if you did do it, it's not like they are doing anything to you." Jerry grinned at her. "It sounds like you want me to be one of those girls?" Margie asked. "No, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, but if you did it wouldn't bother me one bit, it's not sex, there is no intimacy." "I don't know if I could even do that. Hey, have you ever...been to one of those places?" "Sure, lots of times. But that was long before I met you." Jerry was still grinning. "You never tried to get me to do..anything?" She said. "I was just being careful, I wanted to put it someplace else the moment I saw you." He winced as he laughed. "You mean you really are a pervert, you just hid it well?" Margie had her hand on his crotch again. "Yep! That is way better than a hand job." "You spent four months being a nice guy just so you could get in my panties, huh?" "Yep! Sure did!" He laughed. +++ That first week she got just three clients. Two were men that were normal massages, one was a neighbor woman that left her a $10 tip. Both of them men acted completely normal and didn't even make any hints which was a surprise. Margie even went in and looked herself over in the mirror. She thought maybe she was getting unattractive since she was older now. She even asked Jerry about that, suddenly aware of the bulge at her waistline. "Hey, a man can't answer a question like that and expect to live!" He guffawed. "Oh, you!" "Babe, you have an ass that will make any man turn around and look unless they are dead, and even half of those would!" Jerry grinned at her. "I was just worried...usually my men clients make little hints like they are hoping for..you know...extras?" Margie giggled at that. "Oh, just whip out those big titties and wave them in their faces, babe, that will do it! It will be great for tips!" He roared again at his wisecrack. "No way! You are such an asshole!" She told him, but his comments made her feel better. +++ Then her next booking was Darrel again. This time she started out the same way, once again while doing the side pulls she felt his erection poking out, she let her fingers slip underneath it, careful to keep her palms in. Leaning slightly forward, she could see the end of it. Darrel was circumcised, and every bit as large as her husband Jerry. Darrel had a large knob on the end with a thinner shaft. Margie felt a tiny flash of guilt at having taken a peek, and she wasn't even sure why she had. She had seen literally dozens of men's penises when she was working, most were right at 5" long or so. Both Jerry and this man were quite a bit larger. Looking at him like that caused a mild flush to flow over her body, she took a deep breath which didn't help, then excused herself for a moment to get a drink of water. Stepping back to the table, it was still there, still sticking out. She moved the drape up some to cover him, reaching under it instead. Margie reached down like she was going to do some more of the side strokes, let her fingers settle and drag upwards a couple of times before stopping and moving on. Even barely brushing his cock with the backs of her hands, she could feel it getting firmer. Feeling her pantie dampen, she took several deep breaths again to control herself. It had been a long time since she could make total love to her man, and she knew she was getting herself into a state that even masturbation could not solve. She worked the full ninety minutes, managing to barely keep from breaking the rules, then he came out and thanked her for a wonderful session. Once again, a $50 bill lay folded on the table. He even booked again, a mild surprise. "The old guy sure must like you! Are you sure you aren't yanking his tally whacker?" Jerry snickered when she told him about the second tip. "No, I didn't! I just barely bumped him is all." She protested, pretending to be upset at his wisecrack. "Bumped him, huh?" Jerry just laughed. "Say, why don't you wear that pullover smock like you used to?" He asked. "Why?" That puzzled her. "You can see right down the front of it!" He grinned. "Oh, you can not!" She answered. "Wanna bet? Why do you think I asked you out that first time? Hell, I thought you knew!" He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes, then he groaned as a stab of pain hit his back. Margie went into the other room and put on the smock. She knew she showed a little bit when she leaned over in it, but that had never really crossed her mind, she had just gotten used to wearing it in class. She bent over in front of the mirror and looked. Lord! Unless she was careful, half of her big breasts were plain as day! When she bent way down like that, her nipples almost showed, not quite. How many men had she flashed like that, she wondered? Well, she had built up a rather nice massage practice before. Maybe now she knew part of the reason. She laughed at herself over that, went in and lowered the legs on her table two notches. "Whatever works." She decided. They really needed the money and Jerry was not jealous in the least. Besides, she had been topless several times with him out on the beach, so it was nothing. +++ The next week Margie got nine clients! Nine of them, that was nearly $600.00 for the week. It was enough that with the week before she could cover one of the back house payments. All of her clients were men except for the neighbor lady who once again tipped her a $10 bill. All of them were pretty good except for a couple that made hints and one rather heavy set man that hopped on the table nude. His fanny was huge and hairy, and he had his legs splayed out wide. She could see his hairy balls but not his cock. She knew that was deliberate. Margie just pulled a spare sheet out from under the table and slid it over him and went to work. He didn't rebook, but four of the others did. The rest had seemed unhappy when she told them that she really couldn't do any "extra" work. Darrel showed up right on time, this time she laid out a fairly large towel for him to use as a drape. He had it tucked over his fanny when she stepped in. That Isn't Sex After working out his legs, Margie over oiled her hand and slid it all the way up his leg, palm against his inner thigh. She went right on past until her forearm was sliding by his testicles, pushing his erection straight up as she did so. She splayed out her fingers as they slid across Darrel's stomach. Just as her hand reached his groin she turned it and slid her now closed fingers all the way down his leg. Darrel really let out a groan that time. It was a maneuver she had learned from one of her women classmates in College and she knew it felt marvelous. Many times she had done it to her husband Jerry but she had never done it before with a male client. Stepping to the other side, she repeated the motion with her left arm. Darrel groaned again, his body trembled. He didn't orgasm but she knew he came very close to it. Stepping up to the head of the table, Margie leaned way forward, stroking with both hands all the way down his back to his waist, and then back up. She felt her heavy breasts barely brush Darrel's head. Darrel moved, placing both hands underneath his chin on the pillow. She smiled to herself at that, knowing he could see most of her breasts since the neckline of her smock opened quite far. She repeated the motion a dozen times, letting him look. Margie was enjoying that herself, she felt her nipples harden under Darrel's gaze, even though she was sure he could not see that much of her. Then when Darrel was on his back she let her fingers drift right on down under the towel and across his pubic hair. She felt the back of her hand brush underneath Darrel's hard on, and she felt herself dampen slightly at the touch. Once again, there was a $50 bill on the table, and he booked for the next week. Margie was in a hurry to go in to see Jerry after Darrel left, Jerry took one look and realized her state. He was grinning as his busy fingers slid under the smock she had worn that day. She was completely naked underneath it. In less that sixty seconds she went into the spasms she needed. "You are turning into one hot little Momma, babe." He teased her. She slid closer and returned the favor, loving the taste and rubbery feel of him in her mouth. Jerry appeared to appreciate that, and she noticed he didn't even groan with pain when he grunted and moved his hips. A month went by, Jerry was now moving around. Margie was averaging between 10 and 12 clients each week, nearly half of them were repeats. A few of the nicer men she allowed herself to be less careful with, bumping them here and there, almost by accident. Two of them she allowed to be naked on her table. Nearly all booked for another massage. She now also usually wore her smocks, with that very loose neckline she knew very well that if they glanced up at her as she bent over near their faces, they could see quite a bit of her. Margie now did that quite a lot, the tips were increasing steadily. While she really didn't want to be known as one of THOSE types of girls, by the same token a few little things did seem to please her customers. +++ When her phone rang one afternoon and it was Dennis, her long time client from before, she was pleased. He had seen her ads, and booked for that same evening. "The blaster, huh?" Jerry snorted when she told him. "Yes. You really don't mind? He probably will again, he usually did. Maybe not, he is ten years older and he was in his fifties back then. He might just be too old now and it won't happen." "No, I don't mind. Everything is always up to you, hon. Old guys like that are real appreciative and you could get a corpse hard if you wanted to! Besides, that isn't sex, anyway." Dennis looked much older when he arrived. That wasn't a surprise, nearly 10 years is a long time. "You look wonderful, Margie! I had expected you to gain weight but you look exactly the same!" He gushed, causing her to blush. Margie had always liked Dennis, he was polite. She covered him with a small towel just like she did way back when he was a regular. She also kept a soft towel close by, thinking he might have one of those untouched orgasms like he had done so often. Dennis did exactly that, when she covered him with the towel to wipe him up she placed her hand right over his erection through the towel. She felt him spasm a second time when she did that and grinned to herself. She was getting bolder. Dennis hugged her tightly, telling her he was delighted to have found her again. Margie hugged him right back, then once he was gone she rushed in to be with Jerry who while up and moving, still spent a lot of time in their day bed resting. "Wow!" He said to her after, having used his fingers to take care of her. She was sloppy wet, she could not help herself. Margie looked at him and blushed, Jerry was grinning. Then he wanted to know all about the session with Dennis, so she told him in detail. She was beginning to think her man was a bit on the kinky side, and told him so. "Well, it is fun to watch you go through all of this, I always knew you were a naughty little girl." He laughed. "I will show you naughty!" She laughed, tugging off her smock and sitting naked on his bedside. Jerry was feeling better, and didn't even groan with pain while she sucked him off. +++ Then one morning she stepped on the scales, and found she had lost nearly 10 pounds. She hadn't really been paying any attention. That night she put on her sexiest nightgown, Jerry was now at the point where he could walk around some and sleep in their bed. "Wow!" was his reaction again. Margie felt wonderful when he said that, his eyes flashing with delight. They had to be cautious, but sweet and wonderful lovemaking left Margie completely satisfied for the first time in a long while. They had quite a long talk after, Jerry would soon be able to go try and find work. It meant things would change again. "If you don't mind, I would like to keep working, at least with a few of my special clients." She told him. "Special clients? How special are they?" He asked her bluntly, that silly grin on his face again. "They pay well, and treat me with respect, and I give them a very nice session." Margie answered. "Have you ever...you know? With any of them yet?" "No. Of course not. I mean, I thought about it but..." "Well, that's up to you, babe. I trust you, and I trust your judgment. Besides, that isn't really sex, you know." "Are you trying to encourage me?" She asked. Jerry just shrugged. Margie lay there that night for nearly a half hour, thinking. "Just touch?" She asked finally, knowing Jerry was also still awake. "Just touch, that's fine and always your call. Men will always be men, it's just the way things are. I don't mind it, after all, it isn't like you are having sex with them." He told her again. +++ Jerry was sitting in the living room when Darrel arrived for his next appointment, Margie even introduced them. They chatted for awhile as she went in to check on and set up her room, having just finished with her neighbor lady. Then she took Darrel back to the room. He turned to her with a smile. "Do we really need the towel? I prefer to be massaged without one, but I don't want to offend you." He said. He had never asked that before. "As long as you are comfortable, I don't mind." Margie reached over and picked up the towel, thought for a moment and placed it sideways in the middle of the table. "Your husband won't mind? I don't want to upset anyone." He asked again. "No, Jerry is fine with my practice, he never interferes." She glanced at him, went over and sat down in the chair. "I guess if you are going to be fully nude on the table, I don't need to step out any more." She smiled at him sweetly. Darrel looked at her, hesitated, then began to remove his clothing. He hesitated again when he was to his briefs, then just stripped them down and off. He was already nearly fully erect. He stood there for a moment, then turned and slid up on the table. Margie knew right then what was going to happen. This time Margie let her hands run freely, she worked deeply into the cleft between his cheeks, then let her hands lift and stroke his testicles. She reached deep between his legs from behind, pulled his penis downwards and stoked the length. Picking up one of her cushions, she slid that underneath his abdomen to elevate his pelvis so he was easier to reach. Then oiling her hands fully, she began to stroke his length. It felt very odd compared to her husband Jerry's member, it was thinner on the shaft with a big round head, Jerry wasn't circumcised. Once again she felt herself dampen at what she was doing. She knew it was way over the line, but it was fun. The rubbery hardness of Darrel's cock felt wonderful in her hands. For a moment she thought about her husband Jerry in the other room, she knew he would be sitting there watching the Discovery channel, unconcerned. It all felt strange, like it was happening to someone else. Her hand stayed busy fondling Darrel's erection. The surprise was he didn't blast off instantly. Darrel lay with his head turned away, one arm under his cheek. Margie felt him harden more and more, then he ejaculated onto the towel. His hips worked slightly for a few moments, but that was all. It all happened rather quickly, It was very easy. She had done it, actually masturbated a customer. Margie reached out and removed the cushion and the towel, replaced it with a fresh one and had Darrel turn over. He was still hard. She worked his chest and abdomen, then reached down and grasped him again, working his length with strong strokes. Once again Darrel blasted off quickly. She kept up the strokes all the way through his climax, then as he went limp she released him. After he left, she came in to make up the room, he had left her a $100 bill this time. Margie sighed, she suddenly felt guilty. +++ Jerry looked at her when she came out, he and Darrel had chatted briefly before he left. It was normal, almost like he never gave a second thought to his wife masturbating a male client just a few feet away from him. Margie sat down in her chair and waited. "Well, how did it go?" He asked her, joining her in the living room. "He tipped me $100.00." She said. "It must have been a good session." "I did it. I actually did it." She looked at her husband for his reaction. "Really? I wasn't sure you would." He said. "I wasn't sure either." Margie answered. "So what do you think?" "I think it wasn't so bad. But do you think you can find work?" "Yes, in fact, I already have some possibles from the union hall already." He told her. "OK. I did it, honey, I really did. I guess I am now one of THOSE kind of women." "It's OK, honey. It's always up to you, of course, but after all, it's not sex." Jerry told her. "It feels like sex to me. But I..Jerry, I liked doing that. It's strange, I feel all guilty but I liked it." Margie said. "So what do you want to do?" Jerry asked her. "Are your really sure you don't mind? You won't get mad or upset?" She asked. "No, not at all. It's not any big deal, as long as that is all you do." "How about I keep just a few regular clients, and not advertise any? Maybe three or four each week is all? It's pretty good money and not a lot of work." "OK. It's up to you, I really don't mind. Just maybe keep your clothes on." Jerry grinned at her. "I wouldn't, you know that." "I know. Now, is it my turn on the table?" He grinned. "OK. But some things are...extra." Margie laughed at him. "Like what?" Jerry teased. "It's fifty bucks to let you see my titties." "Really? Can I touch them? How about if I want to see your pussy?" "For fifty bucks you can do anything you want to except fuck me!" Margie took his hand and headed for the massage room. "You really are one of those girls, aren't you? So what does it take for you to let me fuck you?" He laughed. "You have to marry me first." "Oh, one other thing? Where am I supposed to get fifty bucks?" "Want a loan?" She grinned at him. +++ The next morning, Margie was getting ready for her next client. It was Dennis. Boy, did she have a surprise for him.