I was reading my women's adult novel when the knock came on the front door. I knew who it was, and I was expecting him, but I was reading to give my mind another place to focus while I waited, since I was a little apprehensive about this visit.
At the door would be the psychologist my friend Suzanne told me about, and she said she was sure he could help with my sexual frustration. I'm Ann; just turned fifty, and lately, it feels like my husband has taken to ignoring me in bed. I'm afraid he might be cheating, but I have no proof. It leaves me scared and maybe angry, but also missing the good sex we had before this period of intimate neglect started. So, I called the doctor, and explained that I needed some kind of sexual release to cope, and he agreed to come over to provide his therapy, so I set at a time I knew my husband would be gone.
I answered the door and showed him in, and we greeted each other warmly. He looked to be about sixty, by my guess, and casually well-dressed. He said we should have the therapy in my room, so I led him to the master bedroom. Following up on my call, he asked what in particular I wanted for my therapy. I told him I didn't want to feel like I was cheating in case my husband was innocent, so maybe he could give me a “naughty” massage, and I could feel like I was just getting a massage and not sex. He said if I was looking for a basic rub with no oils, but with some extras, he could do that for me. I said that sounded really good.
We moved to the bed, and he asked me to undress, which I knew would happen but didn't know if I could do it. Seeing how nervous I was, he reassured me that his therapy was not sex in the normal sense, with no penis involved, and that I'd be perfectly safe with him. I felt good about his explanation, so I took my sandals, blouse, and jeans off, followed by my bra and panties. He asked me to lie on my stomach, and we'd begin, so I got on the bed and laid face down.
Moving to me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged, pressing his thumbs into me with a fairly strong pressure, which felt very good. He continued to rub my shoulders before slowly starting to move down my back, with a little hand pressure on my spine, until he reached my buttocks. He massaged my cheeks and outer thighs but then did something I wasn't expecting when he lifted my legs and spread them apart. My pussy, which I made sure was hidden from him, was now visible from behind, and I wondered what he would do.
I soon found out as he placed a hand between my legs and caressed my pussy from top to bottom, sending shivers through me, and I gasped. He continued to caress, and I began to enjoy it immensely. Swirling my clit very lightly with skilled fingers, he was getting me pretty turned on already, and I was still on my stomach! I was relaxed and enjoying this, and decided my conscience was okay with what I was letting him do; it's therapy, not sex.
After some time caressing my clitoris, and getting me hotter yet, he took his hands away from my pussy, moved my legs back together before putting his hands under my arm and hip, and rolled me over unto my back.