It's that time of the month again. My wife gets a week off from my high libido -- not that I envy her current situation. Most of the time when she gets her period she has zero interest in sex or even doing me any favors. She has a notoriously small jaw and blowjobs are reserved for very special occasions. Believe me, I try to argue that if the roles were reversed I'd be on my hands and knees for her, but alas I'm out of luck. The only period sex we've ever had was when she didn't realize it was coming so soon and I pulled out red after feeling extra wet. She says it makes her feel gross. So we have an understanding. In order for me to not be sexually and ultimately mentally frustrated I go get a massage. Yes, that kind of massage. The one where you leave happy, but your wallet feels a bit lighter. I'm counting down the days until Saturday.

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Saturday morning rolls around and I kiss my wife good-bye and tell her I'm off to get my massage. She tells me to enjoy and she'll see me later. Most wives would be furious if they knew their husband was getting their jollies by an Asian massage parlor, but not her. She's ok if it makes me happy as long as it's not emotional. I'm going there to pay for a service and that's it. Hell, she even went to one with me on an anniversary trip and waited in the waiting room. The girls working there were so impressed and said she was a very good wife. Anyways, I'm a monthly regular at a local establishment. Usually it's an older lady who barely speaks English and has probably been giving handjobs for 40 years, but she gives great handjobs and even better massages. The happy ending is usually just the cherry on top to her great massage skills.

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I open the door and hear the familiar bell attached to it notifying the girls that they have a customer. It's normally a 2 woman shop and if they are busy then one of them will interrupt their current customer and poke their head out to tell me to take a seat. This was one of those days. I had to wait for 15 minutes while a TV in the corner quietly broadcasted some Chinese news program. My normal masseuse walked into the waiting room and said hello with a smile and to follow her. We walked through a black curtain and entered the normal hallway. She ushered me to the last room on the left. I've actually never been in this room strangely enough. They must be busy because she hurried into another room after escorting me into my room.

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It looked like every other dimly lit room in the place. A very simple massage table with a hole at the head was in the center of the small room. There was a thin disposable paper sheet covering it and a small thin towel folded neatly towards the foot. There was also a countertop with some tissues, oils, and an alarm clock. In the corner of the room was a seat for placing my clothes and some random Asian art on the walls. I started to undress myself until I was naked and folded my clothes on the chair and placed my shoes underneath it. I then laid face-down on the table and waited with my chin resting on my arms without putting the towel to cover my butt and upper legs. I've learned that it's a pretty good signal to them if you're comfortable being naked when they first walk in. Sometimes I undress in front of the woman too and she smiles and blushes, but she's usually too busy to stand and watch.

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It's been a few minutes and I've closed my eyes and started to get comfortable listening to the cliche Asian music. I hear the door creek open to my room and I say hello with my eyes still closed. I feel her drape the towel over me and it covers from my shoulders just past my lower thighs. Hm. She must be all business today. That's ok, I could really use a good massage regardless. She starts rubbing my shoulders and back through the towel and pulling it straight back into place when it slides. It feels nice, but also a little strange. After a few minutes of the massage she pulls the towel down away from my back and folds it so it’s covering my lower body. I hear her apply some oil to her hands and she starts working my upper back and neck. She slowly starts working her way to my lower back and I start to groan. My lower back is always sore so, although it's slightly painful, it feels great. She seemed surprised and said "is the pressure ok?"

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I was very surprised. So surprised in fact that I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and turned to look at her. She wasn't my normal masseuse. To my surprise she wasn't even Asian -- she was an early to mid 20's white girl with light hair. Now I'm feeling slightly embarrassed because I gave her the "naked man" entrance. I paused and smiled and said "no, it's ok. It actually feels good." She replied "good" and continued while I turned back face-down. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me. I asked if she was new here because I hadn't seen her before. She had told me in a quiet, almost sexy voice, that she had just started a few weeks ago. I told her she was probably a welcomed addition to the staff because they always seem too busy and she was doing great so far. She gave me a quick thank you and continued on my lower back as I continued to grunt. For being so young and petite she was very good with her hands.

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She moved around to the head of the table and leaned over and dragged her hands from my lower back all the way up my shoulder blades. In doing this, I could feel her breasts leaning on the top of my head. I laughed quietly and she also joined me. "I'm sorry about that," she said. "They're kinda attached to me. I hope you don't mind." I detected a flirty flair to her voice. I responded that I didn't mind at all.

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I normally don't talk much when I come here, but today was different. She was different. She walked back around towards the side of the table while still maintaining contact with her fingertips lightly dragging across my skin. I felt her touch disappear for a second followed shortly by a faint click. I think she locked the door. Maybe I will get a happy ending from her after all! I asked her how she was enjoying her new job. "Well, normally I have to work on fat old men, but today I'm pretty lucky I guess."

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"Oh, really? I guess I got pretty lucky today too." I replied.

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She let out a cute little giggle and I felt her hands reconnect with me again -- this time on my hamstrings. She slowly caressed my upper legs, but she had a much lighter touch this time -- almost teasing, but not quite. I heard her let out a short exhale. It sounded like what I do when I'm sexually frustrated. I decided to take a chance.

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I reached my hands past my waist and pulled the towel up towards my shoulders, revealing the bare bottom half of my body. I audibly heard her go "hmmm" inquisitively. She whispered in my ear "ok" and pulled the blanket off of me entirely. I smiled and said "much better."

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I felt her remove her touch and she said "keep your eyes closed and try to relax." I was mildly turned on and extremely curious at this point. I heard movement in the room and I couldn't help but take a peek. She had removed her shirt and bra and was now walking over to the table topless. "Wow," I uttered. She silently replied with a finger to her lips. Her breasts were perfect handfuls. Small and petite, but not too small. They were so perky. I forgot how perky breasts looked.

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She climbed on the table and sat on my legs - her pelvis sitting below my butt. I heard the oil bottle squirt and then I felt the sensual skin-to-skin contact of her chest sliding up and down my back as she held onto my arms. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck and around my ears. I could smell her soft and sweet fruity perfume from this intimate distance. With my eyes closed this was certainly an intoxicating and sensual experience like I’ve never before had. I desperately wanted to turn around, grab her, and kiss her, but I wanted to proceed with caution. I’ll let her be the boss.

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"Remember, stay quiet," she whispered in my ear from behind. She moved back a bit on the table and started massaging my thighs again -- this time more sensually and brushing against my inner thighs and balls. I started to get hard. She started massaging my balls very lightly and then slid her fingers down, tracing the bottom of my cock several times before moving back up to my thighs. I felt her get off the table and she whispered "turn over."

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I did exactly what I was told and turned my fully nude body over for this gorgeous stranger. My cock stood at attention and was waiting patiently. I saw her wiggle her shorts off and she turned her back to me, revealing a bright pink thong buried inside her butt crack. "Take them off," she whispered as she moved her ass close to the head of the table. I sat up and slid her thong down and she bent over while removing them, revealing a glistening wet pussy with very minimal hair atop of it. She climbed on the table, straddled me, and started kissing my neck and my ears. "I don't fuck on the first date, but we can still have some fun," she whispered directly into my ear in between light kisses.

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I was completely ambushed. I don't know how this got to this point, but in the heat of the moment I was ready to go. When your dick is rock hard it's very hard not to think about relieving that pressure. Was I crossing a line in the agreement with my wife? I find this girl really hot and this is very unusual, but I'm still paying for a service. It's in the safe zone, right?

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"Ok, let's have some fun," I replied. She laughed quietly and seductively while turning herself around so her completely bare pussy was in my face. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and grabbed them with a primal urge. Just then I felt her grab my cock and place her mouth on it. I gasped in both surprise and pleasure. She started sucking my cock slowly. Up and down. Swirling her tongue on my beaming cock head. I was stunned and frozen in both delight and disbelief. She wiggled her hips which in turn shook her butt in my face, snapping me out of my trance. She also wanted a happy ending.

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I pushed my face into her ass and started slowly licking her from the top of her clit up to her wet pussy and dragged my tongue back down, circling her engorged clit as I approached it. She let out a cute moan that was held back by my cock inside her mouth. I leaned my head slightly back away from her pussy and mocked her and jokingly said "ssshhh!" She released my cock from her mouth and quietly giggled and then grabbed the base of my cock and put the head right back in her mouth. She was really getting into it. She was grinding up against my face hard and was soaking my beard with a mixture of my saliva and her wetness. I managed to take a finger and pressed it up against the opening of her pussy and she pushed back onto it. She started fucking my finger while I had suction on her clit and licking it at the same time. I could feel the table rocking, the paper on the table crinkling, and best of all — the vibrations from her moaning into my cock.

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She was cumming. It's been years since I've made another woman cum. I'm a very giving lover so whenever my wife has an orgasm mine is either in sync or right behind hers. It's such a turn-on for me. This hot masseuse was shaking in pleasure and it pushed me over the edge. She felt me tense up and she cupped my balls gently and shoved my cock deep inside her throat. This girl was good. She swallowed my load and then laid there with her head in between my legs and her ass still in my face resting on my upper chest.

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"Oh my god!" she said happily while panting.

"I know. That was so good. You were so good," I replied.

"You're the first person I've done that with. I normally give handjobs to the old fat guys who come in, but you were different. I wanted you as soon as I started touching you and talking to you. You were a breath of fresh air — plus when I walked in I noticed you had a cute butt," she admitted. She descended from the table and started to gather her clothes.

"I'm so happy we could make each other's day. I'm looking forward to next time."

"There better be a next time. Can I put my number in your phone?" she asked.

"I'm married." I replied. "I come here for release when my wife is on her period."

"Oooohh ok. Well, I wouldn't want to mess a married man's life up," she said sadly.

"Well, I have an agreement with my wife about coming here," I said.

"Really? That's so cool of her!"

"Yeah. She can't keep up with my sex drive. I hope you can...no strings attached and no emotions involved, of course."

"Hmm. I think I can do that. Next time bring a condom and you are definitely putting my number in your phone to see when I'm available. After that session, I really want to feel that dick inside of me."

"Wow!" I laughed. "You are certainly straight-forward. I can't wait to see you next month."

"I'm counting on it," she replied. "Please text me when you need me, handsome. No emotional attachments, of course,” she ended with a flirting mock.

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I smiled and nodded. She kissed my cock playfully after she got dressed. “I’m Elizabeth, by the way.”

“I’m John. It’s been quite the pleasure.”

I lied to her about my name. I’m not sure why, but maybe it would be easier to keep my distance this way. I had a strong attraction to her and didn’t want to take any chances — especially with her number being in my phone.

She left the room with a big smile on her way out -- leaving me naked and both her wetness and smell in my beard. I cleaned myself up and got dressed, leaving her a cash tip on the way out.

My wife will be happy that I’m satisfied, but I think I will spare her the details. I think she would be happier to know that there was a new masseuse working and she did a good job. Just not really what kind of job.