Bored trophy wife hits on me at work

I’ve been a physiotherapist for years. I’ve worked with everyone from grandmothers to elite athletes and everyone in between. Obviously I also come across many beautiful and fit women but I’ve always remained professional. That is, until a few years ago when I met Jessica.

Jessica was in her mid-thirties, married, and a mother of two. She worked a couple of days in a friend’s business, to help her out, but otherwise lived the lifestyle of a trophy wife. Her husband was 10 years her senior, very successful in business, and, as I later learned, totally unattractive in her eyes.

Jessica was suffering from what we refer to as “Tennis Knee” (Patellar Tendonitis). It’s pretty common in any sport where you repeatitive jump or come to a hard stop. After initial rest, I had her stretching and moving, as well as some leg massage.

“You have amazing hands,” she said on her third visit. “I’m only coming here for the massage, you know.”

I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. Her smile said she was but her eyes said otherwise. She had an intensity about her. The kind of confidence good looking, fit women get over many years of learning that they could have any man. I’d picked up on it the moment I met her but wasn’t sure how to take her. She seemed aloof at first but was far more relaxed now.

“Shame I didn’t hurt my back,” she said. “Or even my hamstring.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“I could have got a more full body massage.”

I laughed it off, although I was very turned on.

“My glutes are very tight,” she added.

The next day, Jessica called wanting to change her appointment time. The receptionist said I was fully booked and Jessica insisted on talking to me. I called her back when I got the message.

“Something’s come up. I can’t do our usual time but I’m told you don’t have any late appointments for a few weeks. Surely you can do something for me,” she said.

Once again, there was that confidence with a slight hint of flirtiness. Before I could answer she continued.

“Maybe you could do an appointment after close? I’d pay you extra to stay back,” she said.

I won’t lie, my heart rate picked up and my cock started to swell.

“Sure. No problem. No need to pay more,” I said.

She insisted. I didn’t debate her any further.

On the day of our appointment, when everyone else had gone, I heard a knock on the door. I looked out and saw Jessica dressed up like she’d come from a business meeting. Suit jacket and skirt, hair and make-up done, high heels (which she probably shouldn’t have been wearing). She looked amazing. I’m sure she could read that on my face too. I unlocked the door and let her in.

“Hi,” she said with a big smile. “Thank you so much for seeing me so late.”

I told her it was no problem, let her go get changed, and then joined her once she called out that she was ready. I found her sitting on the edge of the massage table in little tennis shorts and a crop top. Once again, looking amazing. I’d only ever seen her in leggings before. I knew her legs were strong and sexy but in the little shorts, I struggled to maintain eye contact.

“OK,” I managed. “Let’s get you moving a little.”

“I’m so tight,” she said. “Any chance you could loosen up my leg first?”

I nodded, before adding “sure.”

She lay face down, her shorts riding up a little. Normally tennis players were spandex shorts under their little tennis shorts. Jessica was not. I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks and a whole lot of those amazing legs.

I put started at her calve and worked my way up, encouraging circulation to the injured area, then loosened up the bottom of her hamstring, a hands width above the back of her knee.

“Higher please,” she sighed.

I worked my way up, massaging her hamstring, even though it wasn’t really part of the treatment plan. She sighed a few more times and I’m pretty sure I caught her ass flexing, like she was subtly humping the massage table.

“Your hands are so good,” she moaned.

I continued, moving up to the top of her leg, falling short of her ass.

“My glutes are so tight. Be a darling?” she asked.

I paused. I could see where this was going and I didn’t want to cross the line. My cock was bulging in my pants, my heart was racing, and my mouth was full of saliva, but I didn’t want to cross the line.

“Please? I’ll pay you more,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

“No need,” I said.

I massaged her ass through those little shorts. She wasn’t wearing anything under them. I could feel it. As I continued to massage, her shorts rode up higher, gaping at the inside of her leg. I could see it. Her pussy was right there. A few times she lifted her ass up to push back into the pressure of my hands on her. I could so easily have slipped my fingers into her shorts. I wanted to. I was certain she wanted me to. My cock was straining in my pants.

“I’m so tense. Such a tough day. Tough week, really,” she said, face down. “I need to release this tension.”

I was losing my mind. She was being so obvious with me. I couldn’t though.

“Help me out?” she asked, looking over her shoulder again.

I didn’t reply. I was wondering what to say.

“I could help you with your tension too,” she said, dropping her eyes to my obvious hard-on.

“I would absolutely love to,” I said.

“But?”

“But I can’t. You’re a client. This is my workplace.”

“You’re fired,” she said, abruptly.

I was stunned.

“You’re fired. Now I’m not your client,” she said smiling.

She reached back and ran her fingertip down my bulge. I let out a sigh.

“Are you free tomorrow morning? You could finish this massage at my place. I have the house free all day,” she said, looking me dead in the eyes.

Her confidence was so sexy. My mind was racing. My heart was racing. My cock was screaming at me.

“Absolutely,” I replied.

And that’s how it all began.

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