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The Adjustment Chapter 1
He was standing outside of the closed door to the massage room. How did this come about? This predicament, how did I get here. And Kim? What happened. I thought she loved me. I thought we were good, that we were happy, that I satisfied her. But, now. Jesus Christ. What has happened?!
He listened to grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door.
I can't believe that she is doing this so openly, so brazenly. His mind raced and he couldn't get his thoughts clear. He was angry and hurt, but was also titillated. She must despise me. I thought we were OK? And Michael? I thought we were friends. We have know each other for over a year. He is my patient. We have had drinks together and joked around. This is out of the blue.
He put his ear to the door. They were grunting together, rhythmically. They were definitely fucking, and he was definitely getting fucked himself.
And, yet, he couldn't bring himself to bang the door open and confront them. His hands were in his trouser pockets and he was playing with himself. He was hard. He was embarrassed. Here he was, a voyeur, turned on by his client/friend fucking his wife and his wife apparently having the best orgasm he had ever heard her have.
I'm doubly fucked, triply fucked. And, I have never been so turned on.
Earlier:
Michael came into the massage room from Jack's office. Kim looked at him, her eyes lingering on the area around his belt buckle. Michael had seen that kind of lingering look before from women, and men too for that matter. He knew that they were interested in his body. He was proud of his body. He was just lucky with looks and health, he knew. He didn't have to work at it much and his construction job helped. His arms and legs were long and muscular. His chest was nicely shaped, powerful but not grotesque. His belly was flat. For some reason, that was where women's eyes seemed to linger, his flat belly. He had had this thing over many women for a long time, and many men too for that matter.
Kim looked back at her notes and the hand written note from Jack, her husband, the chiropractor who was treating Michael for chronic back pain. He never seemed to be in pain when she saw him. She thought that he was probably malingering, using insurance money to get time off and free treatments and massages. She didn't care. She liked him. He made her laugh and she loved his body. She fantasized about him.
Michael had been their patient for 8 weeks now, visiting the office weekly for an adjustment and for massages that centered on his low back. Jack's note said to focus on the sciatic areas including paraspinous, gluteus and psoas muscles, the thigh quads, the adductor muscles which transit the pelvis. She thought. Yes, she did want to focus on his pelvis. And get him to focus on mine.
She had started moving his appointments with the office to the late afternoons, making them the last of the day, and arranging for him to be in the office when the receptionist had left for the day. Jack always stayed on in his office doing paperwork while she finished the day doing the required massage on Michael.
Kim asked, Michael, are we making any progress with your discomfort? Are the adjustment that Jack is doing helpful? Are my massages doing any good.
Yes, I think so, Michael said. I definitely feel better the evening I am here and for the next couple of days too. I would like to do this more often. My insurance will cover only once weekly, but I would be willing to do private sessions too, if it weren't too expensive.
Kim thought to herself. I would do you for free.
Michael asked, Kim, is it really necessary for me to wear my underwear during the massage? Somehow it seems wrong.
Michael, you know Jack's policy that our massages respect the dignity of the client and that clothes are to be worn. He is pretty inflexible about that.
But, personally, I would prefer that you be unclothed for my work. I can see what I am doing better, and I can get closer. Actually, as you probably know, massages are traditionally done in the nude, and I think we know each other well enough, professionally, and, after all, we are adults. If you are comfortable being nude with me, I think that I actually will be able to do a better job.
She was smiling inwardly to herself, thinking, I really want to get into your pelvic muscles more and to use all the ways I know to really relax a man's back and pelvis.
He grinned, Yeah, that's great. I like the idea of offering myself for your professional scrutiny and examination. He laughed knowingly.
His smile was provocative. He was so damned handsome. Had he just winked at me? Kim wondered?
Kim, you said that massages are traditionally done in the nude. Does that include the masseuse? Hopefully.
She thought, Yes, he definitely winked.
Kim answered, Hmmmmm. That would be interesting, wouldn't it. Do you think that would be too distracting for you?
Michael laughed, II depends on how you want to relax my pelvic muscles and which muscles in the pelvis you work on. I imagine that the musculature is complex. But you, as a scientist, would know best.
I think we will wait on that initially, Kim said. I will leave the room for a minute. Please disrobe, completely, and lie face down on the table.
Is it warm enough for you?
It seems a bit warm, Michael said.
OK. Well, we'll see. With you in the nude I will be able to evaluate the environment more closely.
She thought to herself. Adequate warmth is essential for a good massage. Muscles don't relax if the skin is cold. The caveat for adequate warmth of the massage room is whether a male client's scrotum is tight or loose. She wants it warm enough that his scrotum is loose and that his balls hang freely. Maybe I will explain this to him later, or maybe not.
Jack thought he heard the door from the massage room open. What is going on? He stepped to his office door, but paused. Kim was in the hallway and she hadn't seen him.
She stepped into the hallway and dropped her scrub bottoms and stepped out of her underwear. She touched herself, slipping her finger into her vagina and then putting it into her mouth and sucking it. She was very wet. Then she wiped her vagina with the underwear, discarded it on the floor, and pulled her scrubs back up and tied them. She stepped back into the massage room. The underwear were on the floor outside the door.
Jack had seen her come out of the massage room into the hall, remove her scrub bottoms and then her underwear, touch herself, taste herself and then wipe herself with her underwear. She was turned on. She was wet, lushing. And, she looked so desirable and hot.
She hadn't seen him. He didn't say anything and quietly backed back into his office.
What the hell is happening? he thought. Is she going to have sex with him? Why did she take her clothes off? Then he thought, Why else would she take her clothes off? He felt excitement and then puzzled at himself for being thrilled. Why should this turn me on? I have to break this up. Jesus, what am I going to do?
He heard the door to the massage room close again and she wasn't in the hall when he peeked. What was she doing? Her underwear were on the floor.
He went to the massage room door, picked up her underwear and put it to his face. The underwear was damp. He tasted it. There was no taste, but the odor was sweet and sweaty.
He listened at the door. He was getting hard.
She came back into the room. She had a kittenish smile kind of like the cat that ate the canary. Michael was nude and lying on his stomach. His tight muscular body beautifully shadowed in the low light. She had seen the dark silky hair on his chest and belly and flanks. His legs are very muscular and long. His buttocks had a nice sheen of hair. His sex is was hidden.
She put a warm towel over his buttocks and put her warm hands on his upper back, gently beginning to knead the rhomboid areas
Michael asked, What about Jack? After all, he seems to be rather a tight ass. He is going to be pissed if he knows I am nude.
Kim answered, He's a pain in the ass, that's for sure. And, he is a damed selfish son-of-a-bitch too.
Speaking of tight asses, Michael. You have a great ass.
She removed the warm towel and began to massage his buttocks.
Here. Put your legs further apart, Michael. She touched his inner thighs near the knees and pushed them apart. She could see his perineum and scrotum. She moved one hand up his inner thigh, stopping at his scrotum and let her hand linger. She gently pinched his scrotum and pulled it. It stretched easily, the testicles moving with her maneuver. She smiled and thought, The room is warm enough.
Jack was outside the door. He could hear the conversation, what Michael asked, and what Kim said. His skin prickled.
Michael said, You know that Jack is going to find out.
I don't care, Michael. I've been married to Jack for 18 months, and, as far as I am concerned, our god-damned marriage has not be consummated. oh, his half has. He has regular orgasms, but I'm left high and dry.
Jesus, sorry. I don't know where that came from. I shouldn't be telling you anything like this.
Michael coaxed, No. Keep talking. I want to know more about you. I have always thought you were gorgeous, and I love the massages. It is something I have looked forward to every week. And I have been fantasizing about you asking me to get totally nude, but you seemed so reserved and cool.
Kim complained, The only orgasms I get are when I pleasure myself. None from him. He falls asleep right after he cums.
Michael said, Maybe I could help you there.
She didn't answer. She continued to rub his buttocks and thighs. She pinched the hair around his anus and pulled gently. His coccygeal muscles pulsed, and he began to get hard. When her fingers stroked by his perineum again, she could feel that the base of his penis was swelling and getting firm. She gently pulled the perianal hair again, and watched his perianal muscles contract involuntarily again.
God, he thought. What a turn on! No one had ever done that to him before and it was so surprising. She could make him cum in seconds if she kept doing that, he thought.
She did it a third time and he groaned.
Careful, Kim. You are going to make me cum. That sensation is so surprising.
Kim smiled, That is the plan, Michael. I'm going to work your pelvic muscles from the inside out. Roll over. I am going to make you cum, and it is going to be great.
He rolled over. His sex was fine, and so big compared with Jacks. He was circumcised. His scrotum was loose and his balls large.
She took his penis in her hands. It was erect now and getting harder. She put her lips over the glans and tongued his urethra.
He moaned again, louder.
She cupped his balls, then explored each gently with her finger tips, and then pulled them both together, stretching the scrotum, gently squeezing the balls causing his buttocks and abdominal muscles to tighten. He groaned appreciatively. A big drop of precum appeared at the tip of his penis.
She told him to look and then wiped the precum off with her index finger and put it in her mouth and smiled and laughed.
Michael sighed, Oh, wow. This feels so good.
Jack's ear was against the door. His hands were in his pocket, playing with himself. He could hear well. He was imagining what was happening, and it was taking his breath away.
Michael said, Take off your clothes, Kim. Please. I want to see your body. I want to smell you, to touch you. I want to taste you.
Kim, I am going to take you.
Kim dropped her scrub bottoms. He was pleased to see that she was nude underneath.
She touched and tasted herself again. She moved over to him and he touched her hip. He was staring hungrily at her sex. Her legs were apart. She loved how he was looking at her.
He said, Climb up on the table, Kim. Squat over me. I want to taste you.
She did. She had slender strong thighs. Her pubic hair was very closely cropped and blond making her vaginal lips easily visible and available. Her labia minora were defined, gaping slightly and damp. He held her above his face and marveled at her. Then, she lowered herself onto his face and felt his lips and tongue touch her. She gasped and then gasped again as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs. Within seconds, low grunts were coming from her throat. She was very wet. She was breathing deeply. Within 2 minutes, she was in orgasm. She leaned back and threw her head back and a deep growling moan came from deep within her chest. Her whole body was electric. She felt like a great orange glowing volcanic lava bubble was growing and erupting in her pelvis. She began to buck. Michael held her pelvis down and licked and sucked and bit.
Then, Michael said, Turn around, Kim. Face my feet and do me while I eat you. Good. Squat more. Ah. He had his hand on the back of her thighs. Her labia were open and juicy. He put his tongue into her vagina and then slid forward and took her clitoris in his lips and sucked on it. She moaned again, louder. He bit on the clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. He could tell that she was about to go off again.. She leaned forward onto his stomach and took his penis in her mouth, devouring it, sucking and licking and stroking at the same time. She cupped his balls and then pulled on them, feeling his body tense and relax. She wanted him completely. She wanted all of his cum. She couldn't get enough. She took one of his balls in her mouth and gently bit. He yelped and then sighed.
Jack had his ear against the massage room door. He could hear the sounds. He knew they were having sex, right here in his own offices and practically in front of him. He had never before heard her make the sounds that were coming from within the room. It had been quiet and muffled before, but now she wasn't trying to keep quiet. It was like she was out of her mind in ecstasy. He was fuming. Why was she doing this? Why was she betraying him.
He could hear them moving again. He heard Michael tell her to lean over the table. Jack could sense that Michael was going to take her from behind. He was thinking to himself, I can't believe this.
Jack had thought that everything was great between them. He felt flabbergasted, angry, confused. He listened more. The sighing and grunting was more rhythmic. They were fucking, he was sure. And, then, her voice raised in pitch and she was saying, Yes! Yes! Yes!. Take me!. Aaaaaahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Her orgasm went on and on.
Jack could hardly breath. He was livid, but completely aroused.
Then, he noticed that he was stiffer than he had ever been. His erection was pushing against his pants and underwear, the base of his scrotum was tight. He started rubbing himself from the outside. It felt good. What the Hell?! Why am I sexually excited? But he was. The more he listened to the male grunts and female moans, the more excited he became. And the more excited he became, the angrier he felt with himself. But, his sexual excitement was winning out.
He unzipped and pulled his penis out of his pants and began to stroke himself. His other hand was in his pocket, playing with his balls.
Jack rarely masturbated. That's what Kim was for, he always thought. She was great to fuck. Whenever he wanted sex, she complied. And, she always seemed to like it too. She always moaned with pleasure. She loved fucking. Or, at least seemed to. But the sounds coming from deep inside her now were nothing he had ever heard before. These sounds were pure animal. They were feral sounds. She had never made them with him before, nor had any other woman he had been with, for that matter.
He kept stroking. God, he was excited. He leaned against the door with his back, his head turned so one ear could be close to the door, and he began to stroke himself.
Then, he quietly turned the door handle and cracked the door so he could see now and hear better.
Their voice was becoming even louder and more rhythmic and more strained.
she was in climax again, and Michael sounded like he was going to explode. Jack's breathing speeded too and became deeper and somewhat ragged. He could feel himself approaching the edge of an orgasm.
She screamed in pleasure, and Michael grunted and yelled, Yes, Yes, Oahhhhhh Yessss. AAaaaaahhhhh. I'm cumming. Aaaahhhhh.
Jack's orgasm welled in his loins. He was beyond the point of no return. His legs began to get weak and his knees felt shaky. He could feel himself get lightheaded. He was starting to cum.
Then, he stumbled and fell against the door. The door popped open, and he fell into the room, his erect penis beginning to squirt in the best orgasm he had ever had. Semen was spraying onto his shirt and the floor.
Oh, God, he was thinking to himself. He could visualize what he looked like, his penis out of his pants and his erect cock in his hands, semen squirting. His other hand was in his pocket and he couldn't pull it out for some reason. He was totally exposed. Totally stupid. Totally betrayed. Totally humiliated. And, totally turned on at the same time. He cringed into himself, trying to cover himself. He tried to roll over onto his stomach, but somehow, his pantleg was caught under the door against the rug and he was trapped. And he felt powerless to move.
He looked up at them. They were back on the table. She was on her back. They were coupled at the waist, collapsing into each other, and their eyes locked on his. Then, he could see them look at his penis in his hand and the cum all over him. He could see the sheen of sweat on both of them. He watched her breathlessness from her orgasm and then saw the wicked smile on her face. Her back was on the table, but her head lolled over the end of the table so that her face was almost upside down to him. Michael was on top, still inside of her, he knew. Michael thrust a few more times, grunting with each thrust. Jack knew that the thrusts were for his sake, to show Jack in person that he was fucking her and there was nothing he, Jack, could do about it. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Her nipples were stiffly erect.
Michael' eyes were cold. He too was smiling, but it was also a cold smile and a kind of smirk. He looked powerful and threatening.
Michael yelled, What the hell do you think you are doing, Jack?
Jesus, Jack, it is obvious you were listening in. And look at you, naked, all covered in cum. Caught redhanded, beating off behind the door. Trying to see what real sex is about, Jack?
Is being cuckolded a sexual turn on for you, Jack? Look at you. You are still turned on. You are still hard.
As he was querying Jack and humiliating him, he got on his knees and pulled his cock out of Kim's vagina. Then, he straddled her, pulling her body down between his legs so that her head was back on the table and his cock, now softening, but still wet and slick with sperm and vaginal secretions was directly over Kim's face.
She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick it, cleaning it, and then leaning her head back, Michael's cock still in her mouth so she could look at Jack. She met his eyes. Her look was different than it had ever been before. She looked defiant.
Jack was trying to think. He couldn't think what to say. Kim has betrayed me, insulted me, and, yet, it is me that feels like the betrayer, like the one in the wrong. And, why am I so turned on by Kim's deception?
Jack's eyes were locked on Kim's face and Michael' large cock. He couldn't get his eyes off of that amazing thick cock. There was a pearlescent drop at the urethra. He knew it was semen. He could imagine touching the tip of his tongue to it. He knew that he wanted to be doing just what he could see Kim doing. Jack could feel his balls contract. He had never wanted anything so much in his life.
His brain was swirling. Why was he thinking like this? It was crazy.
Michael pulled his cock out of Kim's mouth and got off the table and stood in front of Jack.
Michael taunted again, What is the matter, Jack. Your expression is like your have never seen a penis before? Jack was still on his back, looking up at Michael' manhood, his mouth slightly open.
Kim had rolled over and was watching from the table.
Then, she said sharply. Don't move! I've got to get this.
She jumped up from the table. He could see her open crotch as she climbed off the table. She went to her purse. She turned around with her camera phone in her hand. She started snapping pictures of Jack on the floor, his legs apart, his wet penis in his hand with cum running over his fingers and squirted on his belly and shirt, and his legs tangled, and his aghast expression.
Oohhh, this is nice, Jack. This is very nice.
OK, Michael. Get him up.
Michael reached down and yanked Jack's pant leg, tearing it, but separating it from under the door. He lifted Jack to a sitting position.
Kim continued, Jack. Shame on you. You are a naughty boy. You have been caught spying and, worse, you were masturbating. And, look at you gazing at Michael. Oh my God! Look at your face when you look at Michael' penis and balls. You are fucking mesmerized, Jack. You are. Your face is like a a boy with his first look at porn or a kid who opened a door and found himself in a candy store.
She said, My goodness, Michael. I think that we have found new aspects of Jack's character and personality. Jack has seen a real penis, and he loves it. Jesus, Jack. You look ridiculous. You are a homosexual. You, Jack, the homophobe are really a homosexual.
Jack, it is like you have never seen a real man before. And, now that you have, you are in love for the first time.
Jack's head was spinning. He was speechless. He knew that what Kim was saying was true, but how could it be. Where had this come from. How did it happen. He couldn't think.
Michael and Kim looked at each other, and the wicked smiles returned.
Michael said to Kim, This is going to be fun, Kim.
Then, to Jack, he said, Get up, Jack! Get up!
Jack staggered to his feet, his torn trousers now around his ankles tangled in his shoes and socks. His penis now beginning to shrink.
Michael ordered, Take you clothes off. Take everything off. Now, Jack. Do it, damn it.
Jack began to remove his clothes. He was in a fog. He couldn't take his eyes away from Michael' groin and his magnificent cock.
Michael took Jack's cock in his hands and smirked. He took Jack's balls and looked at Kim and laughed. He jerked Jack's scrotum and twisted his balls suddenly and Jack gasped and doubled over.
Michael said, Get on your knees, Boy.
Jack knelt in front of Michael.
Kim was grinning and beginning to giggle. She lifted the camera phone to her face. She switched it to video.
Kim said, Touch it, Jack. Touch Michael's penis. There. Take it in your hands. That's it. Examine in, Jack.
Oh, Michael, this is so funny. He is like a little girl.
Michael:
Do what she says, Jack. Obey her. Take my penis. Good.
Now, kiss it.
Jack puckered his lips, held Michael' penis, and kissed the tip, then slipped his lips over the glans.
Now, put it in your mouth. Suck it. There. Good. You like that, don't you.
Jack wanted to die, but he also felt like he had arrived in a new world. His could feel his cock start to get hard again, even with the sharp ache in his balls from the pain Michael had inflicted. His balls ached but felt alive and tingly. He felt like he could cum spontaneously
He felt lightheaded like he might pass out, but knew that he wouldn't. Things were the same, but also completely different, like he had stepped through a mirror and everything he saw was familiar, but also completely different. He closed his eyes and sucked and felt like he was just where he wanted to be.
He could hear Kim laughing.
She said, I have the Picture of the Year for the California Chiropractic Association.