As I was massaging, the nurse walked in, saw my handy work, and said, massage her other foot but be gentle. “The doc is backed up and was called int... an Emergency, so It will be awhile, are you comfort”, the nurse said. I massaged Ashley other foot, being gentle. I cracked a laugh, thinking about something interesting with the night was going. “what you laughing about” Ashley asked. I responded with “its very quiet, and we here all alone, nothing do, and my mind went right to sex” Ashley looked. After supper, I did the dishes and went to bed. As I lay my head on the pillow, fond memories came flooding to my mind. Ten years ago, Carol and I met, instantly fell in love, got married and started a family. There was monotony in our lives, but we were happy about being together. This was before our successful marriage entered into its dark phase and things became irreversible. Aaron stepped into our lives and things fell apart. I lost my confidence and the love for my wife diminished. Carol. Then she shaved her underarms. Studying her hair, she used the razor to trim away some of the mass on the sides of her head, so the hairdo was more like the models in the pictures. After a couple of tries, she was satisfied that it looked more mature, more erotic. When she tried the red thong on, it looked good now, showing off her smaller brown bush, and her puffy labia. She posed in just the little bottom, wishing she could change the tan line. But it looked sexy.She tried on the red shortie.. She looks at my name tag. “Stefan,” she says, her voice deadpan. I nod at her and smile. “Welcome, ma’am,” I say, “I’ll be your masseur this afternoon.” She nods. She pulls off her tee shirt, and I almost gasp. Her bra is very sheer, and is barely enough to hide her large nipples, which peep out at me, from behind the wisp of opacity that each cup of the bra provides in one corner. Her breasts are larger than they appear with the tee shirt. Much larger. Too large for her athletic frame. She.