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Keywords: More, Ch., 02,

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*More Chapter 02 (or Less)*

"There has to be more," she said to herself looking into the mirror. Sure she needed to touch up some of the gray in her hair and she did notice the first hint of "crow's feet" at the corners of her eyes, but she knew she was still a vital, nice looking and yes, a sexy woman. She deserved more than her husband's increasingly inept fumbling in bed with her. Well, today she was going to do something about it.

She had never cheated on her husband before, though there was plenty of opportunity, it was something she hadn't particularly thought of, until recently. One of her friends described an experience with a young man at her nail salon and it sounded so incredible. To feel someone so young and virile touch her... just the thought sent a shiver between her legs.

Another friend had talked about the masseuse at the club, describing her first multiple orgasm in dripping detail. "Yes," she thought, "I've seen that masseuse," not quite as dark and handsome as the waiter at the club she often fantasized about, but for an experience like her friend described, she wasn't about to be picky.

After kissing her husband goodbye, she called and made an appointment for early that afternoon. Then she quickly showered, fixed her hair and ran out to a nearby pharmacy where she picked up some coloring for her hair. She had never colored her hair before, but the box indicated it was very easy. Just wanting to cover up the gray, she picked up a color that looked very close to her own.

Finding it wasn't quite as easy as the box described, she worked for about three hours on her hair, finally getting it to look pretty good. With it nearly dry, she changed clothes into something a bit more attractive, putting on her sexiest bra and panties. She knew she'd be naked under a towel when she got the message, but the bra and panties made her feel that much sexier.

She arrived at the club around twelve-thirty, about an hour or so before her appointment time. Figuring to take in a bit of eye candy before her massage, she headed to the restaurant for a light lunch. Sure enough, the tall, handsome waiter was working. The hostess sat her at another waiter's table, which was perfect because she could watch him, without attracting too much attention from him. Last time, when he was her waiter, she brought her water each time he noticed her staring and she spent the afternoon peeing.

Anyway, lunch was divine, a tasty salad, followed by a floor show as she watched the waiter's muscles flex as he poured water and tea for his customers. She gave her own waiter a nice tip and then headed to the salon, arriving about five minutes early. After a short wait, her masseuse called out, "Ms. Winsome," and looked up.

"That's me," she said, holding out her hand, "Call me Debra."

Daintily taking her hand and shaking it, he said, "Okay Debra, I'm Danny, please take this towel into the locker room there. Remove your clothes, you can leave your panties on if you desire, and then go through the back door and look for Room 3. Go ahead and climb up on the table and when you are ready, there is a button near the table you can push."

She nodded, "Door 3, push the button when I am ready." She felt an odd feeling roll through her stomach as she headed for the locker room. Quickly removing all her clothes, including her panties, she took a look at herself in the mirror and then wrapped the towel around herself, heading for Door 3.

"Just like 'The Price is Right,'" she whispered to herself, hoping her prize was as good as her friend had described. Stepping into the room, she moved onto the table and pushed the button. In just a few moments, Danny came in, turned down the lights and walked to a nearby table.

"How are you today, Ms... I mean Debra?"

"I'm okay, hoping to be a lot better soon."

"Have you had a massage here before?"

"No, but one of my friends recommended it, Barbara, Barbara McConnell."

"Oh yes, she comes in quite frequently."

"All right," she thought to herself.

"Now just relax Debra, I'm going to pull the towel back a ways," he said, pulling it down her back and folding it to discreetly cover her ass. He then turned, poured some oil on his hands and moved over to her side.

She inhaled suddenly when she first felt his hands on her body, it was the first time a man had touched her like that since... since she got married. The sensation was incredible, his strong hands moving over her, the warm oil covering her, her muscles relaxing to his touch. With her breasts pressed beneath her, she felt a tingling in her nipples and she knew she was getting wet between her legs.

Listening to him, she heard his breathing get faster, heavier as he moved over her, soothing her muscles, caressing her as she had never been caressed. She wanted to time this just right, to turn and open herself to him when he wants it the most. His hands seemed to tremble some and she imagined his cock growing uncomfortably in his pants, aching to be released.

He removed his hands and turned to get more oil and she knew it was time. Preparing herself to be ravaged by him, she pulled the towel away, slid over onto her back and opened her legs. In her sexiest voice she said, "Now Danny, now."

Danny turned toward her and gasped. "Ms... Debra... Ms. Winsome, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, I know you want it, need it. I want it too."

"I'm sorry, you don't understand: I can't do that."

Feeling her face suddenly flush with embarrassment, she grabbed her towel and covered herself, crossing on arm over her breasts to conceal her nipples poking out through the towel. "What's wrong, is it because you aren't allowed."

"We're not supposed to, but it's not..."

"What don't you like me? I'm not your type?"

"Ms. Winsome, I'm gay."

"Gay?"

"Yes, I've been with Jonathan for two years now."

"Jonathan?"

"Jonathan, the waiter... here at the club."

"Jonathan and you?"

Smiling proudly, "For just over two years now."

"But... Barbara... Oh my, she... I am so embarrassed."

"No, please don't be embarrassed. I guess I should be flattered, but you shouldn't be chasing after... I mean, you're married aren't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"You wanted something different, something..."

"...more. I wanted something more."

Nodding his head he said, "Yes, I heard that from others."

"Others?"

"When the women find out I'm gay, they talk to me about things."

"Really?"

"Listen Debra, you don't want something like this. Yeah, if I were straight I might have gone ahead and had sex with you, and then you'd have had an afternoon with a younger guy. It might have been good, but consider what you have. You've been married how long?"

"Twenty..."

"Over twenty years and for one quick fling you'd chance loosing that?"

"But..."

"You want something more."

"Yes."

"Ever considered you might have more at home?"

"With him, I mean it's wham bam thank you ma'am and he's off watching the game."

"And what do you do?"

"Well I ah... I..."

"You just lie there, waiting for him to..."

"Yes, but..."

"But nothing girl, if you want more you got to make it more."

"But how?"

"Okay, just a few things. We can help with some the excess hair around your pubic area. The wax job hurts a bit, but it should leave you with a pretty package there."

"But it's always been like that."

"Yes hon, the natural look is nice, but let's get it off your thighs and clean up your bikini line."

"Why I haven't worn a bikini in years."

"And imagine when your hubby sees you in some sexy bikini panties, maybe crotchless."

"Crotchless?" she replied, feeling her face flush.

"An also, the odor..."

"Odor! Oh my God, you can... it's that bad?'

"Calm down, calm down. Frankly Debra, all women are simply a bit ah... well too fragrant for me, that's why I'm into guys. Most straight guys like the fragrance and taste, it's just that you are a little stronger than most I think."

Covering her face with one of her hands she fought back tears. "I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be, it's all hormones and body chemistry, completely natural. Look, try this," he said, writing on a piece of paper, "it's a douche you can use. It will neutralize some of your fragrance without adding any of its own. It will still be you, just not so much so."

"But how do you know all this?"

"Well, I was studying to be a gynecologist, before getting into physical therapy."

"A gay gynecologist?"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "What other gynecologist could give you fashion advice along with a pap smear. Anyway, that didn't work out and here I am."

"So, when can I get that wax job?"

"Let me check with Cheryl, I'll be right back," he said, slipping out of the room. He returned and said, "She can work you in right now if you are ready."

"Can I take a shower first?"

"Sure you can, but if it's the odor thing, I'm pretty sensitive to that, Cheryl probably won't notice a thing."

"I'd like to anyway."

"Okay, I'll tell Cheryl you'll be ready in what, 10 minutes?"

"Yes, that's fine," she said, grabbing her towel and heading for the locker room.

"When you're done, just come back in here and push the button."

"Okay, and ah... thank you Danny."

"You're welcome Debra."

She took a quick shower and then endured a painful wax session. After the session, she headed by the drug store again, picking up what Danny recommended. Rushing home, she tried the douche and applied some cream to the inflamed skin where she had the wax job. Debra figured her husband wouldn't be up for anything this night after their sex the night before, so her skin should be better and the douche would be working for the next day.

After spending a normal evening with her husband, she kissed him goodnight and went to sleep. The next day, she kissed him goodbye like any other day, however, once he left, she quickly showered and headed out shopping. She picked up a sexy, see-through, but not crotchless pair of panties and a matching bra.

Once back home, she waited until about an hour before he normally got home and then got dressed, putting on a skirt and blouse.

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Keywords: More, Ch., 02,