18 comments/ 30173 views/ 6 favorites Pens By: magmaman {Just doing something a little different here, with chapters not exactly in progression. Hope some like the style, I am having a dab of fun writing it. For those of you who don't like wives or husbands doing some horsing around, be warned.} +++ "What is that?" Donna asked Gene as he sat there opening a package the UPS man had delivered. She had a laundry basket in her hands, his bad luck that she came in at that exact moment. "Just some ink pens." He told her lamely. This part he hadn't really thought out. Of course if she saw the parcel she would ask. "Ink pens? You bought ink pens? Why? We must have dozens of them in the drawer?" She asked. "These are...uhh...decorative, you know. Good ones? I can use them for work." Gene told her. "Oh." Donna looked at Gene strangely, shrugged and went into the laundry room. Gene finished opening the package, they did look pretty nice. Of course, each one had a tiny hidden camera inside, along with audio. He had purchased a half dozen of them after reading the reviews. After all, they were dirt cheap, and Gene had read those reviews. Those were not very good, more than half of the comments were that the things were junk and didn't work, but half of them said they worked just fine. He had bought the ones that claimed a high resolution, 720 something, whatever that meant. The one company was top rated, so Gene figured that was his best shot. They were all black with gold colored trim, he found a piece of paper and tried one. It did write, so that was something. Then he went into the bedroom to try the camera, he knew Donna was busy because the washing machine started again, so she would be loading the dryer. The first one fell apart in his hands, the little button he pushed slipped and that was it. The reviews had mentioned to be careful about that. Gene picked up another one, tried that one and took some video around the empty bedroom. Quickly going to his laptop, he plugged it in. The video was surprisingly good, not great but it would do the job. Donna called out that she was going to fix dinner, that gave him time to check the others. By the time he was finished messing around, Donna called that dinner was ready. She never mentioned his purchase during dinner, he had a half dozen answers ready but it never came up. +++ It probably was a stupid plan, but the idea had been in Gene's thoughts ever since he stumbled across the ads online. The idea would never have crossed his mind otherwise, he was actually looking for a cheap camera system to put outside since he suspected someone was swiping gas out of his truck. The truck was an old antique Ford, it had the big 300 cubic inch inline six cylinder and mileage was best described as terrible, so it was hard to tell. But it used to get almost 14 miles per gallon and suddenly it was less than 10. The old thing ran OK, so he really didn't think it was in need of a tuneup. That is how he stumbled across the ads for the silly little hidden cameras. "Spy pen!" The ad read, and the nutty idea popped right into Gene's head. +++ His wife Donna got a massage twice a month, her first therapist Carl was an older guy nearly sixty so Gene was sure nothing would be going on. In fact, that never even crossed his mind since he himself had worked as a therapist years before. It was just a massage, for health and the man was licensed by the State. Both he and Donna loved massages, but with two kids growing up, and all of the trappings of daily life, things like that had been a rare event. Of course Gene also worked on her sometimes so his old table got used, those times ended up with them doing more playing than massaging though. Donna enjoyed the different touch and Gene didn't mind, they helped with circulation and health. Besides, Gene did get his own massages, he loved those, always had since way back in college when he took those classes himself. The woman that came by the house to work with Gene recently was named Julie, she was about 30 or so and perhaps 160 pounds. On the plain side, Julie was very nice and pleasant. She always wore what looked like a nurse's outfit, and her work was wonderful. For some reason Gene really liked Julie, her sense of humor was wonderful and those sessions with her were always great fun. No messing around though, she was not all that cautious with the drapes but never once had she done anything he considered out of line. Sure, Gene did erect partially sometimes but that was rare, and it only happened when Julie was rubbing his fanny through the sheet or when she worked out his belly. He really liked it when she used both hands to grip his butt cheek, one hand on top of the drape, the other underneath on his bare flesh. Working her fingers as she did that, it felt very sensual. A few times her hands did bump Gene's privates, but those always appeared accidental. His reactions got a giggle out of her, but that was it. Her hands did come up the back of his thighs all the way to the curve of his butt, then slid over to the outside. Gene was sure that she probably did get a peek at his testicles from time to time, no big deal there and he was not bashful about that. It felt sexy yet innocent in a way, delightful. +++ Back when he was in class himself, there had been a few small incidents of exposure, but most of the time there was none at all that was blatant, except for one young woman that just peeled off her clothes and hopped up on the table. She did that every single time. Their instructor suggested to her that she should undress behind the drape, but she just shrugged. The young woman was a bit of a hippie type, sort of a free spirit. Gene actually got so used to that he nearly didn't even notice. The rest of the classmates were far more demure, but of course there were glimpses of all of them at one time or another. A person develops a certain familiarity, a trust of a kind over time with their therapist. Massage is a personal thing, touch has an intimacy to it and there is no avoiding that. It was like that with Julie, comfortable and good, relaxing. She had never done anything out of line at all, and Gene never asked, of course. There was the big hug after each session, Julie always mashed herself right to Gene, and he could feel her big breasts on his chest when she did that. +++ Since the kids were now grown and off to their own things, Gene and Donna had set up the spare room for getting the massages. That was neat, they could have someone come right to the house, then sit back and relax after. His old table that he had stored in the attic was still in good shape, even when he was younger it had seen little use. Donna even dug out her sewing machine and made some new drapes, the lower ones she installed stretchy material so they would grip the table and not slip around. So for around six months that became a ritual they both looked forward to, Carl came by one week and Julie the next. Donna even tried Julie a couple of times, but suggested she preferred Carl's much stronger type of work. Gene liked the lighter, sort of Lomi Lomi with Swedish mixed style that Julie had. So they settled into Carl working with Donna, and Julie working with Gene, and by switching every other week the sessions were in their budget. They laughed together about it, when Gene mentioned that they were splurging their kid's inheritance on themselves. +++ Then the older man moved away, so Donna found a new therapist after having Julie work on her a couple of more times. Donna still liked a stronger touch and while Julie was good, it wasn't the same. Gene understood that also, he preferred a female masseuse himself. She found the man on an advertiser from down at the spa she went to once a week. She noticed the flyer because earlier Carl had suggested the man as a possible replacement. This one was much younger, well built, a very good looking guy named Mark. Gene was mildly surprised when he met Mark for the first time, he was very solid looking, attractive and in great shape. Still, just a massage therapist, but it did make Gene think. That was weird by itself, Gene had never even had thoughts like that before but the guy really was a good looking fellow. And Donna would be nude under a thin sheet, his hands all over her? With the youngest boy now off to college, the older one serving in the Navy, Gene found himself sitting in the living room with the TV set or the newspaper during Donna's sessions. Perhaps it was that, the sudden quiet, the boredom? It did pop into his head to wonder just how much of his wife Donna that Mark got to see when they were in the spare room. Thinking of how Julie touched him during the sessions, he wondered if Donna felt the same way, if that Mark fellow ever took any liberties? Silly, of course. But it was in his thoughts. Those thoughts began to grow. Why did the guy have to be such a hunk? It bothered him, he was sure he was being silly but still? It bothered him. +++ Years before Gene had felt a small pang of jealousy, they had gone to a dance and a young man came up and politely asked Gene if he could dance with Donna. He told the man it was up to her, and then he spotted the expression of pleasure on Donna's face. Expecting her to politely refuse, she didn't and stood up, to Gene's chagrin. That was just a dance, he did notice Donna appeared to be enjoying it though. It was the first time he had ever seen her dance with someone else other than friends they both knew well. There was nothing out of line at all, it was just a dance, a slow one, but watching her held lightly in the man's arms caused Gene's face to flush. The next tune was faster and they stayed on the dance floor, the man was twirling her around and Donna was laughing with pleasure. When that tune ended, they stood for a moment, the man held both of Donna's hands in hers, saying something. Then she glanced over at Gene, shaking her head to the man she came back to their table. "What did that guy say there at the last?" Gene asked her, unable to not ask. "Oh, he just said I was fun to dance with and he wanted to dance the next one too." She said. Gene noticed the man looking their way several times after that, so he reached out and held Donna's hand, a simple gesture to stake his claim. There was another mild flash of jealousy when Donna mentioned how handsome the young man was on their way home that night. She obviously had a clear reaction, of course all females enjoy being noticed by a good looking male, that is simply human nature. But over the years, Donna had never given him any reason at all to be concerned, she was a good and faithful housewife. Gene had let that one brief incident slide, it meant nothing. +++ Gene could have simply asked her about her massage sessions with this new fellow, she would tell him. But he already was fairly sure of what her answer would be and he felt that he would be embarrassed to ask. That by itself was silly, after all, they were married and communication should have been an easy thing. There was nothing going on, nothing at all, he was sure of it yet asking would bring up the subject, make him appear jealous. So those thoughts began to pile up. Not knowing what was happening in there during Donna's sessions was bugging him. He tried to just pass that off, not think about it, he really did. But the thoughts did not go away. Wanting to know was making Gene a little crazy. Mark really was a good looking specimen of a man, and Donna appeared to be very pleased after her sessions with him. Which did not help his thoughts one bit. There was something Gene knew very well. When Donna was happy, she hummed to herself when she was in the shower. Now, after her sessions with Mark, she hummed to herself in the shower while washing off the lotions, without fail. +++ Way back before he and Donna met, Gene had gone to classes, with plans to earn a living doing massage work, personal training. The dream was one day to have a spa of his own. Or working on a cruise ship maybe, being self employed? The ads for the classes sounded great! Work when you want to, don't when you don't feel like it? The real world was nothing at all like the ads. It got so that he cringed when it was a male voice on the line. Male to female calls were running 20 to one and many of the men made it clear quickly that they were looking for more than a healthy massage. The few women who did call were mostly matronly housewife types, that was fine but there just was not enough of them. So it never really panned out, he had gotten up to a half dozen clients per week but that was it. That barely covered his rent. He did enjoy working on the few women much more, their bodies were softer, hairless. He would have been very happy to earn his living working on just females, but of course that was impossible. Finally he was forced to take a job in an office. While that was OK, and helped with finances, the dream remained. Hot tubs, sauna, massage rooms, everything one could think of to pamper people? That was still his dream, but he had no choice other than to go to work in a regular job. The good part about his attempt at making it in the profession was meeting Donna, the first time was on his table for a massage. She had responded to his $20 per hour introductory special he advertised as almost a last gasp. Expecting another housewife type, he was surprised when the slender young woman knocked at his door. She was easily his very best looking client, so Gene did everything he could to make her comfortable. She then came once a week, regular as clockwork at first. Donna rode a bike, rain or shine, six miles to the school and six miles home. Easy going down the hill, hard work headed back up. Barely 22, she wore her sandy blond hair short, and her body felt amazing! Donna was the first female that affected him except for that one from his earlier classes that was unconcerned about nudity. He was completely aware of her nakedness underneath the thin drapes he used. Gene was careful though, he did his work the best he knew how, not once had he ever crossed any lines with a client. Donna then slipped to a twice per month regular, explaining that her job in a department store didn't pay much. Gene reduced his prices to help her with the cost since she was still in college. The money didn't even matter by then, he already had found the full time office job so doing massages was just a sometimes thing. Two massages for the price of one was affordable, Donna went back to every week. Gene didn't mind at all, he had lots of spare time. Plus she was so very attractive, and the length of the sessions increased to sometimes two full hours. Donna's legs were amazing, since she rode her bike everywhere. Lying there on her tummy, he could see the sides of her nice breasts but he never touched her there. When she lay on her back, the thin drape covering her upper body, he could make out the bumps where her nipples were. He never bared her breasts, instead placing a small folded towel over them and sliding the drape out carefully. A couple of times she did giggle softly, Gene was aware that sliding the drape over her bare nipples was likely stimulating. Other than that, there was no sign during the first dozen sessions with her. She also wanted him to work on her upper thighs and hips, so Gene did, being careful to tug the drape securely to protect her modesty. He always rolled the far edge of the drape, then slid it underneath her upper leg and outwards, forming a simple loin cloth. Working on her was fun, exciting. Often, after she had left for the day, Gene retreated to his bathroom to relieve himself. Gene really liked her, they talked about everything a person could imagine during the sessions, and he wanted her to keep coming. It became the high point of his week, but even though he would have loved to ask her out, there was that therapist-client relationship, and it gave him pause. +++ Then one day she showed up with a limp, he asked and she told him she must have pulled a muscle riding her bike. During that session, he could feel where the trouble was, there is one major muscle called a Psoas. Resting deep in the body, it is often the source of back pains, hip discomfort, even upper leg concerns. That muscle begins at the 12th rib, runs down into the pelvis, and on down the inner thigh. People who rode bikes regularly built up tension in those areas, it was something he had learned in class. He knew it was a major source of pain in the low back and hips, and in the pelvis. Helping with that also meant working in an area of the body that was normally off limits unless a person was very comfortable with the therapist. Gene did mention what he thought was the source of her discomfort. "That is a very personal area, Donna. Perhaps I should leave that alone, have you see a physician?" He suggested. "Oh, please? I trust you, Gene. It really does hurt. I just can't afford a Doctor." Donna nearly pleaded with him. So Gene had gone ahead with the procedure. He used the method he had learned in school, using his hand in a fist, the fingers folded and turned upwards. This allowed him to press on the lower abdomen while using the front of his fingers. With a gentle lifting motion of his fingers, right in the soft portion of tissue alongside her pubic mound, while rocking her thigh gently as she lay there on her tummy caused the muscle to relax, then release. He could feel that when it happened. He used a small rolled towel to elevate her hips, carefully draping between her buttocks. With her buttocks bare, he could move his other hand back and forth, gently rocking until he felt her body fully relax. Once the muscle relaxed, the source of tension and pain would usually be gone. Now of course he could see her bare fanny, and a couple of times he got a glimpse of the pubic hair between her legs. He ran his free hand upwards, working the flesh of her fanny and back downwards. The towel shifted slightly due to his rocking the back of her thigh, creating a small gap. Gene could see a portion of her vagina, he should have quickly covered her but he didn't. His hand slid inside the cleft of her fanny briefly, almost with a mind of it's own, he cradled the firm flesh and tugged for an instant, baring her even more. She was so beautiful there, then he caught himself before he went any further. Taking a deliberate look at her privates was too much, touching her there he did not dare to even attempt. Donna let out a soft involuntary moan. He hadn't actually touched her privates but he needed to be very close, there just was no other way to accomplish the release of the muscle. Still, taking a look at her most personal spot shamed Gene somewhat, he quickly adjusted the sheet to cover her. Glancing over at her face, he saw her eyes were closed, she had a soft smile, almost dreamy. He continued the gentle rocking, felt her body soften as the muscle relaxed and lengthened. Knowing that felt good to her, he continued after the muscle had tripped. It didn't take very much of that and Donna climaxed, that was completely obvious when it happened suddenly. He could feel the contractions in his hand that was folded underneath her. It was a surprise, that it might happen had been suggested briefly in class but this was the first time it had ever happened with anyone he was working on. "Just stop what you are doing and move on, reactions in the body are perfectly normal and each client might react differently." That was all that was mentioned about it in class. So Gene stopped what he was doing instantly, he didn't wish to upset her. Donna was aware that he knew, she blushed profusely, paid him after the session and left, not saying much. Pens 5, Rangers 4, Me 1 Last night I went to a local bar to watch the Pittsburgh Penquins and NY Rangers game. I chose to go to the bar because everyone else I could watch a game with was either busy or gone away. My wife had gone to Toronto with two of her friends for the weekend, so I had the house all to myself. I am 66 years old, straight and very oral. Although I am really curious, I would rather than a pussy to taste, lick, and suck than someone's dick. But last night and this morning put a new twist on my desires. The bar I went to had seating for about 40 people, with every table having access to a nice size TV screen. The game was on about half of them; the other half didn't have sports on--only NBA, and that's hardly a sport :) The bar was in a semi-circle with four TVs going: two hockey and to freak-shows (guys with a big orange ball running up and down the court freely because no ref calls travelling any more.) At the beginning of the second period as I was sitting at the bar, a guy about 22-24 squeezed between me and another guy at the bar to order a draft. It was already 1-0 for NY, then 2-0 and it looked like it was going to be a blowout. I acknowledged the guy's presence and he said, "Hey, if you guys want to join us at my table, you're welcome." The guy next to me said, "No, I have to leave after this beer, but thanks for asking." It's not much fun watching any game alone, so I said I'd be happy to. He got his beer, I ordered a pitcher and ask the bartender to bring them to our table in a few minutes, then went with the guy. The table was a bit crowded, so the guy who invited me over pulled an extra chair up along side of him and squeezed me in. Then, he introduced his four friends: Carl, Tim, Greg, and Cory. His name was Brent; and introduced myself. I was the oldest one there, and all the rest were in their 20s. Certainly I was odd man out in this situation, but I just figured they were being nice to me. Now that the table for four had six guys at it, Brent and I were very, very close to each other. As it worked out, there were only two Rangers fans, Brent--my new friend, and Greg. The rest of us were cheering for Crosby and friends. Despite all of the rivalry, everyone of us agreed that Sean Avery is an idiot who shouldn't be in hockey. We just got comfortable when NY scored again to make it 3-0. Now the rivalry was heated up, but I wasn't holding out much hope for the Pens at this point. Brent looked at me and said, "Don't be too sad. It's only the first game." laughingly. "Maybe next game, we'll let your get a goal. The pitcher of beer came to our table and everyone wanted to pitch in, but I told them it was my treat. I just finished topping up my glass when Pittsburgh scored to make it 3-1 and the bar went into a loud cheer. Brent leaned to me and said, "I might have to eat my words, Bruce." and gave my knee a squeeze. I couldn't respond because 14 seconds later, the Pens scored again to make it a 3-2 game. Again, Brent put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. I put my hand on his, not to move it away, but to acknowledge his presence. I put my hand back up on the table, but he kept his there because where he was sitting, no one could see his hand. The bar became quite rowdy at this point and everyone was enjoying himself. When the game went to 3-3, a debate began about whether the Pens would come back and win the game. Brent whispered to me, "I'll bet you a blow job that this is NY's game. Are you on?" he asked as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't answer him, but I looked at him and raised my eyebrows as if to say I was thinking about it. The third period was even more exciting, both for the hockey game and the free feels I was getting from him. I have to admit that I liked it, especially when he let his hand brush the end of my dick. When the game went to 4-3 for the Pens, everyone jumped up--everyone except Brent and I because I had a hard-on and couldn't stand up without revealing what was going on. I did let out a yell and raised my two arms in the air. While everyone else was on their feet, Brent grasped my dick and said, "I guess I owe you one." I responded "Yeah, and I intend to collect." Now things were exciting in one way, but that excitement went away as soon as the Rangers tied up the game at 4-4. "Maybe I'm the one who is going to collect on the BJ, Bruce." he quietly said to me. "Will you pay up if the Rangers win?" "Brent, you can't have a one-sided bet. Yes, if the Rangers win, I owe you." I said. "What do you owe him," Cory asked. I told him that I would buy the final round if NY won this game; and if the Pens won, he would have to buy. Wouldn't you know it: NY gets a penalty with only about two minutes to go and the Pens score to make it 5-4. NY couldn't come back, despite hitting the goal post on one shot and the game was over. Pittsburgh 5, NY 4. HOW SWEET IT IS!! Brent kept his word and bought a round for the table, but there were only three of us who could stay, him, me, and Tim, who had to leave right after his beer was gone. "OK, Bruce. Time for the real pay-off. Do you know where we can go?" Brent asked. "I'm batching it for the next two days. Let's go to my place. The Dallas game is on at 10:00; want to watch it?" "Yeah, I'll watch it with you, but that's not my main goal." he said. "Not mine either, Brent." I answered. We drove our cars back to my place and went inside. "So, Bruce, what are you all about anyway? Do you like young boys, or are you flexible?" "No, I don't like young boys or guys your age for that matter. I'm not even gay or bi-sexual." "Then, are you bi-curious?" he asked. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I didn't have any inkling of meeting up with anyone until you started roaming your hands over my leg. I have to admit, that felt pretty good and made me want to explore this opportunity. So, what now?" "I promised you a blow job and I will deliver on that promise unless you would rather just pass on this." he said. "Let's grab a beer and go downstairs and watch the Dallas-San Jose game for a bit." I suggested. He agreed. He looked at me and said, "So how come you're alone this weekend? It's quite a coincidence that I am, too. My wife has been in Moncton, NB all this week and won't be home until late Sunday night." I told him where my wife was, and turned on the TV. My TV room is a dark room set up almost as a surround-sound home theatre, but I haven't bought the speakers yet. I have a multimedia projector mounted on the ceiling but runs with only normal speakers. Kinda crappy, but only for a little while longer. There are no windows in this room so that we can enjoy HD at its best. Brent and I sat side-by-side on the couch to watch the game. I was cheering for San Jose because I had picked them to win the cup around the middle of January. Brent didn't care who won. We watched the game without talking very much, but that was only because I had something else on my mind. I wanted his dick. I actually wanted to suck him off. I slid over so our bodies were touching and I put my hand on his thigh. He opened his legs a bit, and I knew what that meant. I let my hand go on the inside of his thigh and moved it up and down. "That feels good, Bruce. Take it if you want." I reached up and undid his belt buckle, slid his zipper down and reached in and grabbed his cock. "Can I suck you, Brent?" I asked. "Hey, you won the bet, Bruce. I'm supposed to be sucking you off, not the other way around. But, I won't object." he said. I told him to stand up in front of me. As he did, he let his pants slide down and kicked them off to the side. He started to take off his briefs, but I moved his hands away and slid them down myself. I moved to the edge of the couch and let his cock touch my lips. I took it in my hand and rubbed it all over my lips and face. It felt really good because it was warm and soft and even smelled good. I put my hands on Brent's ass and brought him right into me. "Suck my cock, Bruce. Play with my balls. Do me." I took a bit of Brent's cock in my mouth and pulled my head away, then back to his cock, then pulled away. I had a pretty good rhythm going when Brent took my head in his hands and held me by the hair as he began to fuck my mouth. "Oh, suck it Bruce. Take my cock all the way into your mouth, Honey. Let me fuck your mouth. It feels so good." he kept saying as he swayed back and forth. It felt so good that I was on the verge of cumming myself, so I pushed him back so that his cock was out of my mouth. "I have to stop, Brent, or I'm going to cum." I told him. "Dont' cum yet, Bruce. I want to taste you. I want you to fuck me." he said as his breathing was getting stronger. I sort of push him down on the floor gently as I stood up and took off all my clothes. My cock was as hard as could be and probably longer than I could ever remember it being. I stood over him and he said, "Your cock is gorgeous, Bruce. Let me suck it. Let me suck you until you cum." He got up on his knees and began to blow me. Man, was he ever good! He knew how to use his tongue and his lips; he knew how to cup my balls; he knew how erogenous the space between my balls and my ass was. This was the best blow job I ever had. "Bruce, you can come in my mouth if you want to, or you can cum all over me." Brent told me. I told him that I wanted to make this last as long as he could. I didn't want to cum right now. "Let's 69-it, Bruce. Come lie beside me and suck each other off." he said. It was an offer I couldn't and wouldn't refuse, so I laid down on my side with my face in front of his cock. I licked the end of it and tasted the cum that was already leaking out. I cupped his balls and grazed my face back and forth over his cock without actually holding it. "Oh, Bruce, that's so good. You're so hot." he said as he licked the head of my cock before putting it in his mouth. He held onto it with one hand while he let the other hand go to my ass. He swirled his hand around my ass, letting his fingers enter the crack. When he touched my ass bud, I jumped because it felt so good. He took his mouth off my dick long enough to ask, "Can I go in, Bruce?" I just mumbled "Uh-huh" and he put one finger into my ass. I pushed my face right into Brent's cock and took it all, then I did to him what he did to me. I inserted a finger into his ass and gently pumped it in and out a few times. He joined me in tandum, and there we were, sucking each other's cock and finger-fucking each other's ass. It was absolutely fantastic. "I can't take this any more, Brent. I'm going to cum." I told him. "Me, too. Let's do it." he replied and we simultaneously shot a load down each other's throat. "I've got lots left, Bruce. Do you want me to fuck your ass?" he asked. "No, I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe on another occasion." I replied. "But you can sit on my chest and let me have the rest of your cum if you want to. I want to watch it shoot out." I tod him. With that, Brent sat up, straddled my body so that his cock was just about even with my chin. I took it in my hands and rubbed him up and down. "Fuck my mouth again, Brent. Give me your cum. Shoot it all over me." I begged. Brent face-fucked me again for about two minutes then yelled, "Here it is Bruce." and he shot his cum up my face, near my mouth, on my chin, and down on my chest. It was my first facial and I loved it. I cleaned some of the cum with my fingers and sucked them clean. I leaned my head up and took the end of his cock in my mouth and sucked it dry. "I've got to stop, Brent. I'm out of breath. Thanks a lot." "Wow, Bruce, you're a real cock whore. Do you do this often? "No, as a matter of fact, I haven't done this for ages and at that time it was only a quick blow job exchange. I'd love to be your suck-buddy if you are interested." I told him. "For sure, I'd love to have you as a suck-buddy. I am very discreet about this, though. I made a pass at you tonight because I left the house horny. I had no idea I would encounter anything even close to this. Yeah, I'm ready to call it a night, too, but first let me end the night by paying my bet. Sit up on the couch." I sat on the couch, he got down on his knees and blew me. It didn't take long this time, and my cock was nice and clean when we finished. We got dressed, watched some of the game, then decided to call it a night. We exchanged private e-mail addresses and work phone numbers. We talked about how we could find time to do this again. Since his wife travels a lot for her work, at least his place is open for a get-away. We planned to introduce our wives to each other so that our friendship wouldn't cause any type of suspicion. We went back upstairs and as I reached for the door for him, we leaned into each other and kissed goodnight. "Fuck, that's nice, Bruce. You are good." I'll give you a call tomorrow. He left and all I could hope for was a way to find another suck-session with him. He's the good one, not me. I'm ready for me. Pens He was thinking that he had just lost a favorite client, and good ones were in rather short supply. But the next week, she was right back. "Gene, that helped me, it really did. I trust you, will you please do that same procedure again?" She asked, this time not showing the slightest bit of being shy. In fact, there was a certain stubborn hint in her manner, like she had practiced what to say. So Gene did, and once again Donna went into an orgasm, this time long before her body even completely relaxed. Gene continued on again, finally feeling the Psoas muscle release, and when the drape slipped he made no effort to replace it. There was no complaint, in fact, she even shifted and opened her legs a small amount. She had to know he could see her, her swollen lips were damp, protruding, beautiful. When Donna climaxed a second time, she made no attempt at all to hide it. Her moan made it obvious what was happening, plus he could feel the contractions. After he left the room, Donna dressed and came out smiling. "That really does help, Gene. I am sorry about...I mean...I can't help that." Then she did blush. "It's all right, Donna. It's a perfectly normal reaction, it just means you have a healthy body." Gene spouted the line he had learned in class on how to deal with a rare situation like this. "Thank you. You are a wonderful man! I feel great!!" Donna grinned, then she came over, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. He realized he was holding his breath long after the door closed behind her. Gene thought about her nearly constantly over the next week, and he was pacing the floor waiting for her to arrive for her next session. He asked her how she was doing, she told him fine, the slight pain she had felt was gone. "OK. We can skip the personal stuff and just give you a nice massage today then?" Gene was trying, he really was to stay within the confines of being professional. He had already crossed some lines though. She didn't say anything, so he stepped out of the room to let her get ready. When he came back in, she was lying there like she always was, the thin drape over her body. But she turned her head his way. "Gene? May I ask you something?" She said after a long moment's hesitation. "Of course. Anything!" He told her. "OK. Do you...like me?" She asked in a small voice. "Yes! I do, very much, you are my favorite." Donna rolled over on her side, clutching the sheet to herself. "I don't know how to ask, so I am just going to. Will you make love to me? I have been thinking about it for weeks now." She asked. Her face was pink, flushed. Gene stared at her for a long moment, surprised. "If you don't want to, I will understand." She said when he didn't answer. Gene took a deep breath. "There is nothing I would like more on this Earth!" He told her. Donna kept the drape clutched to herself as she sat up and took his hand. Gene led her across the hall to his bedroom. Still clutching the sheet, she sat on the bed, looking up at him. "I want to see you." He told her, a catch in his voice. Reaching out, he took the drape, laid it aside. She was every bit as beautiful as he was sure she was. Even sitting there on the edge of the bed, Gene could tell that she was in an extremely aroused state. "I want to see you too!" Donna stood and helped him undress. Their mating was easy, perfect. Gene was aware that she was no virgin, but then he was not himself so that didn't matter. Donna spent that night. In fact, she spent every single night with Gene from then on. Three months later, Gene and Donna got married. It was a simple ceremony before a local Judge, neither one of them had family to speak of. +++ Here they were, more than two decades later, still in love and still happy. Donna now used color on her hair to hide the few stray gray ones, plus she wore it longer, shoulder length. She was still very nearly in the same shape she was way back, since she rode her bike to the store often, and did those sessions at her spa, dancing in class and using the machines. Gene had put on a dozen pounds but managed to stay in reasonable shape himself. There had never been any concerns about either one of them messing around, they were a perfectly happy and normal couple. Gene loved to massage Donna, he often used that same technique that had won her in the first place, except for some additions that got even more personal. Donna loved that, and Gene delighted in the way the two children she had borne changed her down there. Now her privates protruded even more, they were completely obvious even when she was not aroused, and blatantly obvious when she was. Her body had matured, now more developed her formerly smallish breasts had become a solid "C" cup. She was still the most beautiful thing on Earth to Gene. He also noticed that she seemed lately to be much more interested in sex, perhaps that was due to the sudden quieter home, perhaps she hit that point in her life where this happens with females? Gene was not completely sure of that, but he certainly did not mind that she often initiated sex. So it was after the kids had grown and moved on with their lives that the huge holes developed. Before, it was dealing with all of the mayhem that went on, no time for much of anything else. The many quiet evenings sitting together watching TV now became their normal life. +++ One day Donna found an advertisement at her hair salon, it was for a massage therapist that did out calls. Up until then, if she wanted one Gene was happy to provide. A couple of times when on vacation she would visit the spa in the hotel, get a soak and a massage, but those of course were women. That night, she showed the flyer to Gene and asked him if it was all right for her to get one from this new masseur. "Sure, if you want to." Gene understood about different touch, he went once a month himself to his old college as a volunteer subject for the new students. Donna had also gone with him a few times, but she had troubles enjoying the much less than professional work of the students. Gene loved that himself, he could talk to them and teach them as they tried to work on muscle groups, and learn all of the Latin names of each. Gene had even been thinking of trying for a position as one of the instructors someday, of course that would be later when he retired. Only 46 by now, he knew it would be awhile before he took early retirement at age 62. That profession had always been in the back of his mind, healing and working with people like that was something he loved. +++ When the man named Carl had shown up that first time to give Donna a massage, Gene was surprised. He actually had expected someone younger, this man was easily into his sixties. The man had gray hair, his face was lined, yet he was in extremely good shape for an older man. He was also pleasant, common with people who work with other people for a living. He managed to quickly put both Donna and Gene at ease, so there wasn't any real concerns there at all. It was the very first inkling that Gene had, as he sat in the living room during that first session. Donna had never done anything like this before, not on her own here at home. For the very first time in his life he couldn't quite get the idea of what was going on in there out of his head. Gene had this nearly overwhelming urge to go in there and watch, Donna had never had a massage from a man that he knew of, except down at the college and once nearly a decade earlier in their hotel room when they both got one at once from a couple. Plus from himself, of course. But he knew he couldn't go in there, it might look like he was a pervert or something. So he sat there experiencing thoughts he had never had before. Was the man peeking, or taking liberties? That Gene doubted very much, but the thought kept popping into his mind. Still, this was an old man, he felt that Donna would not allow him to take any liberties. He asked her after Carl was gone how she liked the man's work. She told him it was completely different, he was extremely slow and it was a nice change. Then Gene hesitantly asked her if Carl had done any peeking, or taken any liberties. Donna looked at him oddly for a moment, then she grinned. "Of course not, honey. He was a gentleman the entire time." She said. That was cute, Donna had instantly picked up on her husband's mild jealousy. After a couple of times that Carl had been by, Gene began to book with Julie who he had met down at the college. She showed all the signs of being exceptional, a natural. He knew that well trained therapists did just fine, but the ones that had that extra "something", a normal inclination to do that kind of work were rather rare. Julie was clearly one of those that was a natural, Gene had even taken the time to help her study for her State massage board tests, which she passed with rather incredible scores. That was enough for Julie to consider Gene to be a fast friend, far more than just a client. He did ask Donna if she minded that Julie came by every other week. Donna did not seem to mind one bit, she knew Julie of course, and while she was young, she was also on the heavy side. For several months, the two of them settled into a routine. One week Julie came by, the next week it was Carl. +++ Then one day Donna told him that Carl had moved to the valley, it was just too far to drive the nearly 100 mile one way trip. He had given Donna the name of another therapist, this one was named Mark but she had no idea what he was like. Carl had told her the man was excellent, so she had decided to try him, then checked with Gene first. "Fine with me, if you don't like him, don't have him back I guess." Gene told her. The evening that Mark came by, Gene was in the den wandering through web sites, Donna answered the door. He looked up when they walked in, then blinked. Mark was a solid six feet tall, he could not be older than middle 30's, and looked like he had just stepped out of a body building commercial. Donna introduced him, with a mysterious look on her face. That Gene noticed. The look was the same as the one she had when that young man had asked her to dance years before. That incident popped right into Gene's mind. She had appeared to be pleased at being noticed that time, the look now was the same? The two of them went into the spare room, Mark came back out for a few minutes while she got ready. "This is great, not having to lug my table around." Mark said to him, just making conversation. He took off his outer shirt, leaving him in a snug tank top. Gene noticed the rippling muscles of the younger man's upper body. That also irritated Gene some, even though many times he himself had worked wearing a tank top since the room would be warm. "Yes, it does help. Tell me, what kind of training do you have?" Gene asked him, doing his best to keep his voice normal. "Oh, I do Shiatsu, Reiki, Swedish, Lomi Lomi, I even did the month long course down at the Esalan facility in California. Man, that was a kick, they usually didn't bother with no sheets." Mark snickered to himself at that. "So just about anything the lady wants, I am happy to do." He added, smiling broadly at Gene. "Oh, really?" Gene thought the way the man said that sounded odd. "Yeah. I really love my job. Working on housewives is cool. Most of them ain't uptight." Mark added. "Ready!" Donna called out just then, so Mark turned and went in there before Gene could ask him anything more. "Working on housewives is cool?" The man said? "Didn't bother with no sheets?" Gene got up and went quietly to the door, listened. It was quiet, they weren't talking so he went back to his chair. It was a full hour and a half before Mark came back out, longer than normal. He stood and waited with a smile on his face, not saying anything, then Donna came out in her bathrobe and paid him. Gene noticed her face was flushed, normally it was somewhat after a session but now she appeared more so. Or was that just his imagination? "So how was he?" Gene asked her as soon as the man left. "That was probably the best massage I ever remember getting!" She blurted out. "Except for yours, honey." She added quickly, catching his expression. Then she went in and took a long shower. Gene could hear her in there, humming to herself. +++ "I guess you will want him to come back?" Gene asked her that night in bed. "Yes, that would be nice, if it's all right with you." She told him. "Well, it's not up to me." He said. "He sure is good looking, isn't he?" Gene asked after a few minutes. Donna turned and looked at Gene closely. He sounded odd, he normally didn't even mention her getting worked on. Not really, now he sounded...curious? "Yes honey, he is that, but that doesn't matter. He talks funny too, sort of...crude I guess but he does know how to give a massage, that is for sure. Why?" "Oh, no reason. I am glad he knows what he is doing." Gene wanted to ask more questions but he thought they would sound weird so he didn't. Donna wouldn't let the guy do anything, of that he was sure. He thought so, anyway. Then they began their familiar lovemaking, it seemed to be normal, she didn't act at all different. Like always, it took a bit of time, some petting before Donna began to feel damp. So she wasn't overly aroused. Perhaps what he took to be interest was just his imagination? +++ It was just a week later when he found the ad for those ink pen spy cameras. That was when he got the crazy idea. After some research, he bought a half dozen of them. Gene had some mixed thoughts, he didn't think that Donna was doing anything at all, but the thought was in his head. Later when he was alone, he tested the tools, four of them worked. The video was reasonable although not great, and they certainly would do the job. His thoughts were confused, something like this would be a breach of trust. Gene never even looked in his wife's purse, let alone did anything like this. He very nearly threw the things away, yet he wanted to know for sure. Jealousy was an entirely new sensation for him, he had never really experienced that much before, just a couple of times. He told himself he would only do the hidden video just one time, Donna would never know and he would then be sure. It wasn't like he didn't trust Donna, he knew very well that he did trust her. It was just that...was that Mark guy looking at her? Perhaps seeing more of her than he should? Or was he even..touching her too intimately? Gene was now growing a bit crazy with wanting to know, he did not understand that at all. Finally, he convinced himself there was only one way to find out for sure. +++ Before Donna's next massage session, he moved a few things into the spare room. There was a desk in there that he used for paperwork sometimes, the way the table was set up the camera would offer a view from the lower end at an angle. But the camera would be a bit too low. Gene always set up the table, Julie was shorter so he lowered it two notches like he always set it for her. He placed the sheets and cushions ready for Donna's session. The trick was to get the pen cam in there without Donna noticing, so he laid a jacket over the back of the chair, with no pen cam in the pocket as a test. Donna of course noticed the jacket, picked it up and hung it in the closet. Next he set a water glass full of normal ink pens on the desk, she simply picked those up and put them away as soon as she spotted them. Then he got some plastic flowers he though he could hide the camera in, placed those on the desk. She griped about them, asked him why he didn't just get a live one, there was some Sun coming in through the window. Those ended up in the trash, they were rather ugly anyway. The coat he draped over the back of the chair got the same treatment the 2nd time, it ended up hanging in the closet where it was supposed to be, the ordinary pen he left in the pocket was placed in the drawer with the others. The next session came, he still had not figured out how to get the damn camera into the room. On top of that, she had moved the table height back up two notches. He was getting frustrated. Gene went and bought a pen holder. "How about I just leave this here on my desk, that way if I need one it will be handy?" He asked her, doing his best to sound innocent. "Oh, OK honey." Donna said with a bright smile. Finally, that worked. +++ It was three long days after Mark had come and gone before Gene got a chance to look at the video, assuming it had anything at all on it. He knew he didn't dare try to watch it when she was around, taking it to the office would not work, there were people everywhere. Donna finally left to go do her weekly shopping on Saturday, she knew he would not go, he never did. He plugged the tool into the side of his laptop, touched the button. It was supposed to record for up to 8 hours or until the battery went dead. The initial scene was the spare room, the table, no one in there for at least an hour. He had to turn the cameras on early to be sure it was on when Mark got there since it wasn't motion sensitive. He saw the table was set low where he had left it, great. Gene kept fast forwarding, then finally there was Donna. She was undressing, Gene almost felt guilty at that as he watched her, but it was also somehow erotic watching his own wife remove her clothing, having no idea at all she was being taped. Once nude, Donna picked up a small towel, carefully wiped herself both front and back. She even turned towards the hidden camera when she wiped, giving Gene a perfect view of her. He felt himself beginning to erect at the sight, his wife was certainly a beautiful woman and even after all this time, his reaction was the same. Gene snickered to himself at watching her wipe herself carefully, he did exactly the same thing before getting on the table. Then her hands came up and lifted her breasts, she turned and looked at herself in the small mirror they had in the room. That was strange, she almost appeared like she was...posing? She never once looked at the tiny camera, sitting there in plain sight on the desk. When she walked over to the table and pulled the top sheet back, she hesitated. Squatting down, she looked at the legs of the table, then she shrugged. Finally she climbed up on the table, reached back to adjust the sheet. He noticed she lay there for a moment, then spread her feet out nearly half way to the edge of the table. She lay there with her arms folded under her cheek, then Gene heard the knock. That was the first sound the pen recorded, it was hollow sounding, almost like an echo. Mark appeared, his back completely filled the screen. They were talking but Gene could not quite make out the words. Mark stood there working on what had to be her feet and lower legs, his back blurring the screen for several long minutes. Finally he stepped to her left side, turned the drape upwards to about halfway up her thigh. Donna's bare fanny appeared on the screen for an instant as Mark flipped the drape, of course with Mark standing at her side he would not be able to see that. His hands worked up and down, never passing the lower edge of the sheet. Gene watched his technique, it actually did appear to be very good. Interestingly, the man's hands seemed to follow the muscle line as it moved ahead of his fingers rather than move them, the technique was excellent. But the sound was terrible, he could not make out what they were saying, they were chatting quite a bit as he worked out her back and shoulders. That was normal though, Donna was always chatty during a massage. Pens The drape was pulled back down, he moved to the other side. His work there was almost exactly the same. Everything looked just like he had witnessed many times in class and done himself when he was working. Gene suddenly felt guilty, he was about to shut off the video and stop this, when Mark moved down and slid the drape aside, baring one side of her fanny completely. Rather than fold the drape back towards himself, he moved it away. He didn't roll it, he simply let it drop. Gene knew very well that to protect a client's modesty, that was backwards. Mark's hands began to work back and forth, sideways, the tips of his fingers actually reaching into the cleft slightly. The chatting stopped as they both fell silent. Then Donna rolled her hips back and forth, opened her legs a few inches more. That almost innocent looking reaction was like an invitation, Gene had seen it several times himself while working not only on his wife but some other females. The conversation stopped. Mark moved to the other side, repeated what he was doing. He was not actually touching her between her legs but he was clearly getting as close as could be done without actually touching her. The drape now lay right between Donna's bare cheeks, barely covering her. Still, even though his fingers were tantalizingly close, Gene knew from his own experience that the man could not see her privates and he never actually touched her there. But he also knew the sensations that had to be going through Donna's mind, he had felt them many times himself. Gene realized he was holding his breath, leaning forward in his chair. From the camera angle, he could see right up to where the dark shadow from the drape kept her loins hidden. The scene was erotic, Gene shook his head to clear his thoughts. The man moved and the screen blurred, Gene realized he was again looking at Mark's back. The man was down at the foot of the table, using both hands, one on each leg. He began to lean forward, then back. Good lord! Was he stroking all the way up her legs, with them open like that? If he had not moved the drape, then he would be provided with a clear view! Gene glanced at his watch, it had now been nearly 45 minutes. He saw Mark appear to reach upwards, to pull on something, then he stepped to the side of the table. Donna's behind again appeared, the drape was now pulled down to mid thigh. Did the man do that before, or after what he was just doing? Gene did not know but it sure did look like her covered her after. Plus her legs were now much further apart? Gene watched as Mark worked out her back and shoulders, then he held the sheet high as she rolled over. Gene was treated for a couple of seconds to a view of his wife's naked body as she settled in, and Mark lay the drape over her. He reached for a small towel, rolled that up and placed it over her drape covered breasts. Then he began to slide the sheet out from under the towel. Once the drape was tucked in at her waist, Gene could see the rolled up towel, it was resting on her nipples, the bottom portion of her breasts were in view from the camera angle. Mark began at her shoulders, his hands coming down to the tops of her breasts. This went on for quite some time, then his hands appeared to go even further. There was a moment when Gene saw Donna twitch slightly, he was sure Mark had touched her nipple. But it was just the one time, so it could have been an accident. Moving to her side, the man began clockwise circles over her belly. The drape was bunched up high enough at Donna's waist that he could not quite see Mark's hands, they appeared to be dropping very low on her abdomen. Then his fingers splayed outwards and slid down, it looked like he was reaching clear under the drape alongside her pubic mound. He repeated that motion forward and back several times, then Gene saw Donna move her feet apart again a few inches! Mark leaned down and said something, Donna opened her eyes, tipping her head upwards slightly. She smiled, then nodded. Mark's hand reached across toward the opposite side of the drape, just as the screen went black! +++ Damn! The battery had given up. Gene looked at his watch, it was now barely an hour, he knew the session had lasted at least another half hour. Then he heard Donna come in, he quickly set the pen back in it's holder, clicked the button on the laptop and brought up Yahoo. "What are you doing, honey?" He heard her call out. "Just surfing, babe. What did you buy me?" He got up and went out there, she had a couple of bags of groceries so he helped her store things away. +++ Not being able to see the final portions of her massage was frustrating, but now Gene had suspicions. The session had appeared to be very familiar to him, he had a fantasy in his mind that she had allowed Mark to take liberties. Over the next week or so that grew in his mind, it was driving him nuts. Several times he came close to just asking, but each thing he thought of to say would sound weird. Then it was Julie's turn to come by. Donna normally stayed out in the living room and watched TV during his own sessions, but this time she told him she was going to run down to the store for a few things. Gene gave her a kiss and told her to drive careful like he always did. That was the first time she had ever left the house while Julie was there. Julie arrived just as Donna was leaving, they chatted briefly, then she came on in. "I will go get ready, just be a moment," he told her." A few minutes later, Julie came back in and began the session. One thing Gene did like about her was that she started out differently every single time, sometimes she began at his feet, sometimes at his back, a few times she had even had him start out face up. This time she began at his feet, working her way up his legs. It was just like the session he had seen with Donna, that vision popped into his head. By the time she was standing by his side, and reached to work his butt through the drape, Gene had an enormous erection. "You can not bother to drape the glutes if you don't mind." He told her. That was something she had never done before and he had never asked. "OK. As long as you are comfortable with that." She told him with a soft titter, sliding the sheet towards herself. "Oh, I am not bashful, it's just that the...uhh...hands directly on the flesh feels better." He managed. Lord, that sounded lame. For a moment, Gene though Julie might take offense, but she giggled softly. "Good. I am glad you are comfortable with me. Do you want me to work your upper thighs today also?" Julie asked him sweetly. "That would be great, if you don't mind." He answered. There was an obvious catch in his voice, he couldn't hide that. "Oh, I don't mind. Anything you would like, just..ask. Anything at all." Her voice now had a little teasing tone in it. The usual conversation had taken a turn, to tiny hints. Gene was well aware of that. So had her strokes changed, they became slower, more sensuous. She let her hand rest on his butt cheek, gripped for a moment. What Mark had been doing was in his mind, in his fantasy, and being relaxed by Julie's work, Gene was really aroused. Julie's fingers slid up the back of his inner thighs, bumped his testicles, just for an instant. "Oh! Sorry." She whispered that. "It's all right." He told her quietly. "In a bit of a...mood today, I see?" She asked, still whispering. "Yes. I..your hands feel really good." He replied. Gene realized where this was headed. Her hands stopped for a moment. "How long do you think your wife will be gone?" She whispered leaning down close to his ear. "At least another hour or so." He told her. "Do you want me to...?" Julie's quiet voice trailed off, her fingers moved back and forth gently on his thigh just above the edge of the drape. "Uh huh." Gene told her. It was now quite clear they were on the same page. Julie leaned down and whispered in his ear again. He was completely aware of her soft breast pressing light against his back. "OK. I don't mind, as long as I like someone. I really like you." She looked him right in the eyes when he turned his head her way. "I...uhh...think I would like...that." Gene answered. "OK." She answered, moving towards the foot of the table. Julie's hand then slid all the way up underneath him, it felt soft and slick. Her hands slid up and down the insides of his legs, then drew slowly downward, brushing his penis deliberately with each stroke. He felt the drape being pushed upwards with each stroke, then it slid off the side. Julie made no move to put it back. It had been many years since Gene had had this done, back in college one young girl in his class had invited him over to "practice" and it was clear what that entailed. That had been fun, both of them got to do what they could not do in class. Oddly, that had been just the one time, though. Later Gene had caught the glances between that girl and other men in the class, she apparently did that with all of them. Now here he was, his therapist Julie was doing the same thing. There had been some teasing right along, but nothing had ever happened before. She did it while he lay there on his stomach, that was different. Her hand went up and down his length, teasing at first, then finally gripping firmly. That first climax was shattering! She had slipped the soft towel underneath him, then with one oily hand she had rolled and squeezed him, his orgasm came quickly. Next she had him roll over, and she quickly had Gene erect again. The draping had vanished. Gene glanced up at Julie's face, she was smiling, staring at him. "I love doing this." She told him. That was an amazing session, Gene thought he should have felt guilty but he was reasonably sure his wife Donna had also allowed Mark some liberties with her. At least now they were even. If she could, then he could, he rationalized. +++ Donna came home about an hour after Julie had left, she had a few packages. "How was your session today, honey?" She asked. Normally she did ask, but it still gave him a guilty start. "Uhhh...fine." He told her. "Great." Was all she said, then she went in to fix dinner. Gene helped her with the dishes later, then went in to the living room to watch TV. Everything was perfectly normal. Gene had carefully checked the drapes, put everything away and wiped down the table. Any evidence was well hidden, he even took the small towel Julie had used out to the dumpster, they had dozens of those so he was sure it would not be missed. Donna was busy doing something in the other bedroom, she came out finally and asked him to come in there. "What, babe?" He asked. "Just something to show you." She said. "Oh, OK." He got up and stepped into the spare bedroom, came to a stop. There on the now open laptop screen, frozen framed was Gene lying on the table, Julie's hand wrapped around his erection! "I found your camera." She told him sweetly, an unfathomable look on her face. "I..uhh...shit! Honey? I'm sorry. It just happened...When did you find out?" He asked her, flushing furiously. "About an hour after your toys arrived I figured that out. Then I saw all of the antics you went through to set it up, so I messed with you for awhile before I let you. I figured you wanted a little show so I gave you one." She grinned at him. "Besides, you charged the order to our credit card. So of course I figured it out." Donna snickered. Gene's face flamed with guilt, there on the screen was clear evidence of his own indiscretion. "That was a really shitty thing for you to do to me, I almost don't believe you would sneak a camera in there." She was now smiling at him, that didn't quite fit her words, especially since she had her arms folded across her chest. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself? If you wanted to know you could have just asked, or even came in and watched if you wanted to." He hung his head, ashamed of himself. "I..the battery... and it looked like he was...?" Gene stammered, his face flaming. "Yes, I know, but he wasn't. I played that video, too. You missed the really good part! I even spread my legs so you could see! I knew where Mark was standing that he couldn't see anything. Then your battery went dead, that is hilarious!" Donna started laughing. "And I see I didn't miss the good part." She added when he didn't answer. "I really don't believe...this!" She pointed at the screen, now frowning. Gene was completely confused, she should have been screaming at him, angry. But she wasn't? "Honey, I'm sorry. It will never happen again." "Don't be, I'm not. We are all grown up, the kids are gone, besides, from what I see here, you had a good time." She giggled again at that. "I just thought, it looked like you let Mark...?" "Well, I didn't. Not YET anyway! But I think he might, since he does try to peek sometimes. But I knew you were filming it so I let you look, Mark couldn't see anything standing up like that." Donna got up and came over and hugged Gene. That was a surprise also, she didn't seem to be very mad? What in the hell was going on? "It's OK, honey. It's just touch and that is all it would ever be, even if I did let anything happen." She told him. "What? You mean you...you are thinking about letting that guy...?" "Well?" Donna again folded her arms across her chest, frowned at him. "Honey, I really am sorry for spying on you. I was just...jealous." He told her. "That's OK, I guess, but no more sneaking. Hell, I would have gladly let you film it if you asked. In fact, why don't you go get a better camera? This one sucks." She smirked. "What?" He looked at Donna in shock. "Well..after THAT??" She pointed at the screen, Julie's hand wrapped around his erection. "I sort of think you owe me one!" She laughed. Gene stood there, he had no idea of what to think, or say. This had not turned out anything at all like he had planned. Donna turned and walked away, Gene braced himself for being stuck in the spare room for the night. "Honey? Are you coming? Watching those videos has me horny as hell!" Donna stood in the bedroom door, smiling at him. Gene started after her, she went into the bedroom, giggling. She already had her blouse off and was reaching for her slacks. "Are you sure you didn't let Mark do anything?" He asked her. "Nope. Of course not." "But you did, with that Julie woman? So I still think you owe me." She added with a giggle. Gene felt his body responding, her teasing was starting to really affect him. "God. You are driving me nuts! You aren't mad?" "I am a little bit, honey. And if you have that Julie come over here again, then remember that if you can, I can! How would you like it if I did that to Mark? You know how good I am at giving hand jobs. Maybe let him...diddle me some, too?" She snickered at that. "I am sorry about that, I won't see Julie again." Gene told her. "Oh. Darn. I was thinking of putting on a nice little show for you again?" She looked up at him and broke out laughing so hard she got tears in her eyes. Gene looked back down at her. Donna lay there with her legs open, one hand idly moving between her legs. It didn't help him to clear his thoughts since her other hand was sliding up and down his erection by then. "Mark really is cute! So you had better remember that this thing is mine!" She teased him later. Gene felt his face flush at that. Was she just kidding? Or was she serious? He didn't know for sure. But he had violated her trust, in more ways than one. Yet the whole time, she had had the upper hand? Her reaction was completely confusing. Still, Gene knew he had some repairs to make. "I do love you, Babe. I won't ever do anything like that again." Gene told her. "I know. I love you too! If you ever want to know anything, just ask me. If you want to know what Mark does, come on in and watch. Or go buy a better camera, those things suck. I bet I can give you a show you will love." Donna said. "Now, shut up. Come on, let's make up!" She told him. She shoved him back on the bed, straddled him. I was very clear that Donna had the upper hand. Gene was not minding that one bit. +++ Things did settle down, back to normal. They both skipped getting their massages for a few weeks. Then came a knock on the door, Donna answered. "Package for you, honey." She had an odd look on her face. "Oh, good." He began to open it. "What is it?" She asked. "Our new camera." He told her with a grin. "Really? Are you serious?" "Yes, I think I am. I want to know how far he will go." Gene told her. "Really?" "Yes, see? It's a digital clock, there is a camera inside." Donna took it and looked it over carefully. "So where are we going with this, honey?" She asked him. "I was thinking, keep it just to touching, we can sit and watch the video together later?" "So you want me to be naughty, honey?" Donna smiled at him. "I think I would like to watch that, I don't know why, I just do. But just touch, OK?" "You mean? Like when I watched Julie get you off?" She snickered. "Yea. I think that got you hot." Gene told her. "Come on, admit it, it did." He added when Donna didn't answer. "OK. Yes, that was fun. I have watched it a dozen times, when you are at work." She smiled a knowing smile at her husband. "Yes, I know. That is why I bought this camera." Gene grinned at her. Donna was already starting to rub his leg. "Let's go to the bedroom." He put his arm around her. "To test this thing out." He added. Pensive Fifties * * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories with a Christmas theme. The title isn't counted. _________________________________ 01. Brotherhood. I stood watching as the civic leaders laid wreaths to commemorate the Commonwealth and Empire's dead of two World Wars. The faith leaders followed, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Jew and others. For all had lost co-religionists defending our democracies and freedom. Is the brotherhood of the dead the only one possible? 02. Charity I stood in the rainy street giving out charity fair handbills. With each one I wished a 'Happy Christmas'. Some smiled, some scowled. No one replied. A group of young women approached. They waved away my leaflet. They surrounded and hugged me. "That's for trying,' one said as they went. 03. Carolling Christmas Eve I watched my daughter hide her disappointment. She had missed her school's carol concert for another operation on her legs. The doorbell rang. "Can Joy come carolling?" Our neighbour's son wheeled her chair out into the frosty street. As her voice lifted in rousing chorus, Joy was unconfined. 04. No pets for Christmas. My daughter Nadia helped every day at an animal sanctuary. There was no room in our flat for pets. Gerald promised her a cat when we married. "Nadia's on duty Christmas day. We'll come Boxing Day." "I don't understand the necessity." He wouldn't. I married someone who could understand. 05. Ignoramus. A true account. "Ignoramus. We do not know." We refuse to give a verdict to condemn our fellow citizens to death for wanting to celebrate a Christian Christmas. In 1648 two different juries at Canterbury defied Cromwell's Government. All defendants were freed and free beer flowed. May we be as ignorant as they were. 06. Santa's Grotto I sat in the grotto waiting for the next doting parents and their spoilt brat wanting expensive presents. A thunder of excited feet heralded the arrival of twin four-year-olds. They eagerly climbed to my lap. "Will we see you tonight, grandpa?" Your own grandchildren are always different - and perfect. 07. Paper Chains "Remember the paper chains my mother used to make?" "Yes. You can't buy the kits anymore." "We made them ourselves. Our kids could." "Trust our children with scissors and a sharp knife?" "Why not? She trusted me. She watched but I made the chains." Their friends now think we're cool. 08. Light in darkness Our local council announced that it couldn't afford Christmas Lights in the streets this year. It had spent the money sending rescue teams to Pakistan for the earthquake. We forgave them. The shopkeepers ran a competition for decorated windows. The winner would be the one that raised most for Pakistan. 09. Christmas Tree Last year the town's Christmas tree fell over in a high wind. This year we would have no tree until someone said: "Why not decorate the tree we already have?" The old tree in the town's square has never looked braver. No tree died. It'll still be there next Christmas. 10. Correctness Happy Christmas messages will not be allowed on public buildings this year. It isn't inclusive. The private buildings have more Christmas signs than ever before. The bright neon signs on the mosque and the synagogue are much appreciated, reminding us that goodwill is intended for all. Inclusion is not exclusive. 11. Memories "Do you remember being tired every Christmas Day?" "Yes. We didn't get any sleep. We had to retrieve the presents from the hiding places, wrap them, put them under the tree..." "...And the children would be up at five to find them." "Now they have that problem. Good night, granny." 12. Stocking Fillers Our daughters used to hang stockings up each Christmas Eve for Santa to fill with small presents such as oranges, chocolates, sweets and trinkets. The family tradition has changed. We give them fancy pantyhose for Christmas wear. Now they fill their own stockings very effectively. Their husbands appreciate the filling. 13. Christmas Dinner Stuffing the turkey, peeling, washing and roasting the potatoes, preparing the brussel sprouts... Christmas dinner for the family was hard work. The adult children tried to take over granny's role. A few years taking it in turns... We now book a restaurant. We all enjoy Christmas without guilt or recriminations. 14. Streets We walk the dark streets hand in hand looking at the Christmas lights. Every year there are more lights, more trees, more decorations and more money spent. What would our wartime predecessors have said, sheltering in their blacked out houses? "Thank God. The lights of London are lit up again." 15. Christmas? What is the point of Christmas without acknowledging the birth of Christ? Amid the decorations; the frantic buying, wrapping and sending of presents; the party planning; the family squabbles; the overindulgence... spare a thought for the child in the stable that started it all. Without him? Christmas would be meaningless.