The Massage Therapist Who Wanted More

I was on my own in a large city, having left my wife at home for a few weeks in order to attend a course for work. On the first night, I was craving a woman’s touch – I don’t receive a lot of enthusiastic touching at home. So I searched online for a massage parlour that seemed legit – no mention of anything untoward. I settled on one and sent a text, introducing myself and asking for an hour’s massage. When I arrived, I was met by a woman in her late twenties whom I’ll call Alison. She was very nice, and remarked on how polite my text had been. She gave me a great massage, and we enjoyed chatting while it happened. I also found that we became increasingly ‘touchy’ – my hand holding her spare hand, her brushing her body against mine as she moved. Eventually she asked if I wanted to add a handjob. I said that what I really wanted was to be sucked. She said that she didn’t normally offer that, but that she would give it a shot on this occasion. She undressed and we caressed each other’s bodies. I discovered that she was extremely wet, and I asked if I could lick her. She agreed and lay on the massage table while I licked her pussy until she reached a shuddering, pulsing orgasm. She took a few moments to recover and then gave me an amazing blowjob until I had a big orgasm. We hugged for a few minutes, and she said, almost apologetically, ‘I’m too horny!’ – as if she had let herself do something she hadn’t intended to do. As I was going to leave, she reached her hands inside my coat for a hug, and kissed me on the lips, looking into my eyes.
As I left the building, she rushed out and said, ‘Um… drive safe, okay?’ I said ok and went on my way. About half an hour later I got a text from an unknown number: ‘This is Alison, on my personal phone. I hope you don’t mind me contacting you, but that was amazing.’ We continued to text each other and she apologised for being forward, but suggested we book a hotel later that week. She booked and paid for the hotel herself, and we shared a night of amazing sex. Her first orgasm in the hotel room was astonishing – it seemed far deeper than the one she had experienced on the massage table. She had it while we were in the 69 position. She had been extremely wet, and her creamy juice was running down my cheeks, but when her orgasm hit her she clamped herself down on my face for a good 30 seconds of pulsations, and then she rolled over and quivered, shaking for about two minutes. I just lay beside her and held her as this subsided. I then entered her and kissed her mouth as I pounded into her sopping wet pussy, until I too came.
After this occasion, we kept texting, and I inadvertently sent her a pic of myself with my wedding ring on – I hadn’t mentioned previously that I was married. She drew attention to this and I admitted that it was true. She said that we shouldn’t keep seeing each other, because one of us would get hurt. I agreed and apologised for not being open about it earlier. I wished her all the best and thanked her for the wonderful time we’d had. A few hours later she contacted me again and said she had come to terms with it and wanted to keep seeing me anyway.
Since then, I’ve been to dinner with her several times, and have had sex with her in her own bedroom and in several more hotel rooms. It’s always incredibly intense. I don’t know how long it will last, but it has felt very gratifying to have a woman treat me with such desire.