I Went for a Massage and Ended Up Cheating on My Husband

The last few weeks at the office had left my back tied up in knots. Neither stretching nor the little bit of gym I did helped. I needed a physiotherapist urgently, so when my friend Carla recommended a trusted girl who worked at a clinic near my job, I didn’t think twice.

—Hi, I had an appointment with Nadia —I said when I walked in.

—That’s me. Are you Marina? Perfect, come in. I’ll be with you in a minute. Go into the booth and get completely undressed. Put on the gown and go to room number two.

—Shouldn’t I leave my underwear on? —I asked, a little embarrassed.

—No, nothing at all. You’ll relax much more that way.

Well, if that was the order, I’d follow it. She was really pretty, to be honest. Within minutes I was in the room, and she came in with a calm smile.

—Take off the gown and lie face down.

Interesting. Completely naked on the treatment table, with a stranger behind me. Still, she was the professional.

The massage was extraordinarily gentle. She began by stroking my entire back in a way that raised goosebumps all over me. She applied light pressure to my muscles, loosening my lower back and shoulders little by little. Once my whole back was relaxed, she moved down to my legs: from my ankles, up my calves, finishing at my buttocks.

And that was where my relaxation ended. As she kneaded my ass with those firm, slow fingers, I started getting incredibly turned on. I’d gone weeks without sex, and that soft touch all over my ass was making me really hot. When she told me to get up, I was wet, and what embarrassed me most was that my nipples had hardened as much as they could. I think she noticed, but she didn’t say anything. Just a slight smile.

I went back to the booth to get dressed, thinking about getting home that afternoon and making it up to my husband. It was strange: I had never had the slightest experience with another woman, and yet Nadia’s caresses had driven me to a ten.

—Well, Nadia, I’m off. I’ll call you for another session.

—Yes, whenever you want. You need a few more, you’ve got a lot of accumulated physical and mental tension.

Suddenly she lowered her voice.

—Look, don’t mention this around here, since I’m an employee. But I’m a partner with some colleagues in a massage center where we offer physiotherapy and all kinds of treatments, a little freer, aimed at physical and mental well-being in complete freedom. We only see selected and discreet clients. I think it would help you release some tension. If you want, I can give you the address.

—Yes, sure. Will you be there?

—Yes, with some other colleagues. If you come by after five, we’ll see each other.

I went out onto the street confused. I didn’t know exactly what she’d offered me. I wasn’t sure whether, after work, I should go home and fuck my husband or let Nadia touch me again. I was a mess.

***

In the end I left the office and went to the address she’d given me. I didn’t really know what I was doing there. I had the strange feeling I was about to be unfaithful to my partner, and with a woman on top of that; both things for the first time. But no one had given me any clear reason to think that; she hadn’t shown any obvious sexual interest. In any case, I was absolutely willing to hook up with her. All a bit confusing, but exciting.

I rang the doorbell. She opened it wearing a much shorter robe than the one in the clinic, practically a long shirt.

—Come in. How are you?

—Fine, ready to continue the therapy. Although, really, I’m not sure whether the idea I have matches reality.

—What idea do you have?

—That this is something like a date between you and me. It embarrasses me to admit it, but this morning I got turned on by your massage and I want more.

—Ha, ha, ha! You’re not far off. This center combines physiotherapy, with professionals, and sex, also with professionals. It’s partly a front and partly a complement to what many people need these days: releasing tension. Many have a partner at home with whom they could let it out, and they’re more worried about other things than about making use of that situation.

—So this is like a sex club.

—If you want to call it that. Though I should warn you: I don’t see girls. Only men.

—Oh. I’d gotten excited about having my first experience with a woman.

—That happens a lot. At the other job, when I see a possible client, I give her an intentionally erotic massage. In your case I saw nipples that could cut glass, and I was left wanting to touch your pussy. I’m sure you were soaking wet.

—No. Dripping! —I confessed, and my face burned.

—You have no idea how many erections I’ve seen in men. They have a harder time hiding it, heh heh.

—Damn! And what are you offering me?

—We have solutions for everything here. I’ve got colleagues who can look after women. I was thinking of Adrián for you. A guy a little over thirty, toned, very well endowed, and with an amazing ass. It’s two hundred euros for the full service, and we have five-session packs for eight hundred. No time limit: when you’re exhausted, you say stop.

—This is insane. I’d never thought about paying for sex. I don’t need to.

—You’re not paying for sex, but for an extraordinary experience. You’re paying for a spectacular man who’s going to fuck you in every way you can imagine. He’s going to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever had.

I was blown away. The mere thought of the situation was sending me through the roof. First time cheating and paying for it. Me, who had spent my whole life going into a nightclub and picking who I was taking home. The idea thrilled me in a way I hadn’t expected.

—Well. Could I see the guy?

—Yes, of course. He’s in the next room. Come on, you can strip him, touch whatever you want, and if you like him, go ahead.

***

We went in and there he was. An absolutely stunning guy, in shorts and a T-shirt, exactly as she had described. Tall, muscular but not over the top, clean-shaven, and with a very attractive smile.

—Hi, I’m Adrián.

He took off his T-shirt and left it on a sofa next to a treatment table and a tantric chair, one of those S-shaped ones that serve for all kinds of positions. Nadia discreetly left us alone.

He came over to me and I started running my hands over his abs, his pecs, his shoulders. What a body! Everything hard and firm. Without a word he pulled down his shorts and put his member in my hand.

—Does the merchandise meet your approval?

I couldn’t even speak. My heart was trying to burst out of my mouth.

I started enjoying that young body. I ran my tongue over his chest while my hand traced the rest, checking that his torso was pure muscle. A big cock that was slowly starting to stiffen.

He began kissing me, flooding my mouth with a wet, fleshy tongue, while my hands explored his body. That torso, that tight ass. Every so often I would stroke his dick or weigh his balls, and he, with a groan or two, kept devouring my mouth.

I was going to take my clothes off and he stopped me.

—That’s my job.

He started undressing me very slowly, covering my body with kisses and caresses. Before long I was in my underwear. He had me recline on the tantric chair. He held his cock in his hand and brushed it against my nipples while kissing me and unfastening my bra.

My arousal was brutal. It had been a long time since I’d been with such a spectacular man, so skilled with his mouth and hands; as for what he had between his legs, don’t even get me started.

Suddenly he stopped, pulled off my panties, and put me face down. He began running a brush with very fine bristles, like a shaving brush, up and down all over my body. He gently spread my legs and slid his hand near my sex, being extremely careful not to touch it. I was going to die. I tried to turn over, but he prevented me, holding me with those strong arms.

He kept me face down and then he did it: he stroked my vulva all over the outside, drawing a huge moan from me. At last he reached my clit, and a cry of pleasure escaped me... but he stopped too soon.

He started stroking my pussy with one hand while with the other he caressed my ass and slid his index finger into my anus. That drove me crazy. He kept at it for a while and then began playing with his tongue in the same place. My God, I thought, this is that famous rim job I’d heard so much about. I loved it.

He kept going until, suddenly, he turned me over, came up to my face, and looked at me with that wonderful smile. I sat up and devoured his mouth, though he soon pushed me back down again and stood beside me with his cock next to my lips.

I launched myself at it like I rarely had in my life. So hard! So beautiful! I played with his cock with my tongue and he watched me smiling, eyes half-closed, moaning.

—If you keep this up, I’m going to be the one paying you —he said between pants.

I loved it. Every time my tongue traced his shaft, the wetness between my legs grew. I started begging him to fuck me, saying I couldn’t take it anymore.

—We’re in no hurry.

He moved to the other side, spread my legs, and buried his whole face in my soaked pussy, while with each hand he squeezed my breasts. It felt like he wanted to rip my nipples off, but the pain mixed with the pleasure rising from my crotch. I could feel the orgasm coming, my body starting to shake.

Then he stopped dead and put on a condom. The respite let me recover a little. I had my eyes closed, breathing in short gasps, when I felt him climb on top of me. I opened them and saw him smiling.

—I’m going to fuck you like no one ever has.

With one single thrust he sank all the way in, meeting no resistance at all because I was completely open and wet. He started moving frantically. As he pounded me, I grabbed his ass, touched his balls, dug my nails into his shoulders.

—Scream if you want, there are no neighbors.

And I screamed like a madwoman. The thrusts were driving me insane. We stayed like that for a good while until my orgasm hit. My body was jerking, trembling, screaming... and he kept driving into me.

—God, slow down a little. I’ve already come.

—Even if you’re paying and you’re the one in charge, I’m not going to listen to you about that. There’s no pause, and you’re going to thank me for it.

It stung my pride a little, so I was the one who pushed him down and started riding him like a crazy woman. I got turned on again right away. The guy was getting louder; he had both my breasts in his hands as we moved with no control at all. I lowered one of his hands to his balls and stroked them gently. That sent him wild: he was nibbling my nipples, squeezing my tits, slamming my ass against him. I intensified the stroking and he started coming. Seeing that, I let myself go too.

I collapsed onto the sofa, beside the treatment table, with not a drop of strength left.

—Rest if you want; I recover quickly. In a few minutes I’ll be delighted to continue.

I didn’t say anything. I was exhausted, really, but I was having way too much fun. I don’t know if he sensed my hesitation.

—We’ll do whatever you want. But since you’re paying for me, you should squeeze me until there isn’t a single drop left inside me.

And, as I caught my breath while looking at that perfect body, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t be the last time I’d come back to that door.