Take it further

Pulling your cock free from your shorts and letting them drop to the floor, you decide to ignore the little voice in your head and see how far you can take this. Moving behind her, you line yourself up against her opening then nudge yourself inside. You move slowly at first, letting her body accommodate to the increased girth and for her pussy to coat you with her juices. Just as you slide half your length inside her, Jane comes to the realization that it's no longer your fingers inside her on pops up onto her elbows.

"Wha.. wha... What do you think your doing!?" she stutters out in a loud whisper. "We can't do this!"

"Shhhh." you respond softly. "Just relax and enjoy your massage." you tell her, caressing her ass cheek and pushing yourself further inside her. "There's some spots I couldn't reach with my fingers, so I had to figure out a different way to get to them." you continue, working yourself in and out of her velvety sheath until your full length is buried inside. "I just wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't use everything at my disposal to meet your needs, would I?"

The orgasm she just had has her horny for more, and your rhythmic movements appear to have helped settle her decision, as she agrees with you. "Well, I guess if you put it that way.... Ooh!... I.. Oh!... I... I... Oh!... Oh!... Oh David!"

"Don't you want me to do my job Jane? Don't you want me to try my haaarrrdest" you say, burying your length to the hilt "to satisfy you?"

"Yes! Yes I do! Please don't stop!" she begs.

Keeping yourself buried inside her, you climb onto the table with her, lifting her leg in the air, and resume your movements once settled. You slide easily in and out of her slick tunnel, giving her as much of your length as you can in this position. With every one of your thrusts, the sounds of your bodies meeting each other's, Jane's whimpers, and the creaking of the massage table, combine to fill the air.

Jane's breathing quickens, becoming shallow as she lets herself get lost in the moment. She starts to move with you, rocking her hips back in an attempt to bury you farther inside. As much as she's enjoying the fucking you're giving her, this position isn't allowing you to fully penetrate Jane, and she wants to feel your full length inside her. Taking control, she pulls away from you and rolls off the table. "Get on your back." she orders you, before climbing back onto the table and mounting you.

Placing your cock against her entrance, you easily slip back through her stretched opening and soon have your entire length buried inside her once again. Leaning back slightly, she places her hands on your legs to steady herself, giving you an excellent view of her body impaled on your shaft. You take in the site of her heavy breasts hanging low with her saucer-sized areola surrounding her pert nipples, her pierced navel, and the neatly trimmed racing strip of pubic hair. She starts to grind on you, rubbing her clit into your pelvis with circular motions and causing her tits to sway with the movement.

As her pace quickens, she leans forward, placing her hands on your chest, causing her massive tits to swing back and forth. You slide your hands up her thighs, letting them come to rest on her ass, and begin to fondle the soft flesh of her cheeks. The heat of her body engulfs you, causing a light sweat form where her body touches yours. Her eyes close and mouth opens into an "O" as she uses your tool to reach her most sensitive spots, grinding into you faster and harder. Your cock aches from the **** it's had so far today, but the feeling of her wet pussy squeezing and sliding on you is driving you wild. You thrust your hips up to meet her making her tits slap together and eliciting moans of pleasure. It isn't long before the stimulation to your member is too much, and your feel your orgasm boiling to the surface. "Jane, I'm gonna cum soon." you warn her. If she doesn't hear you, or did and just doesn't care, you're not sure because she keeps grinding on you, not acknowledging you, eyes closed, and focusing on her own pleasure. Whichever it is, you can't hold back any longer and, with a grunt, release your first blast off cum inside her. Jane doesn't seemed phased by this, and she continues grinding into you, her muscled walls milking you dry and further lubricating her tunnel.

Even after your body falls limp beneath her, the **** in your bloodstream keep you from going flaccid, allowing Jane to continue riding you. Looking at her through half-shut, eyes you can see tiny droplets of sweat have beaded up on her forehead, her eyes are squeezed shut, and the skin of her chest has become flushed with arousal. You watch her as she suddenly reaches her pinnacle, throwing her head back in a dizzying explosion of ecstacy. Uncontrollable contractions of her pussy clamp down onto your cock and her body spasms in rhythmic convulsions as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body until she finally collapses onto you in completion.

With her chest against yours and her face buried next to your head, you can hear her and feel her rapid, shuddering breaths gradually slow to a more normal pace. As the intense sensation recedes, the realization of her actions begins to set in and her body stiffens on top of you. "Oh my god, what have I done?" you hear her say, obviously already having second thoughts about what she did.

Deciding to make light of the situation you turn your head slightly, moving your mouth closer to her ear, and respond. "I could be wrong, but I think what you did was have two, pretty intense, orgasms."

Not yet moving to climb off you, Jane does push herself up onto her hands to look down at you, a look of worry forming on her face. "Exactly!" she responds. "I cheated on my husband! What if he finds out!?"

You could just let her deal with this inner conflict on her own, but you like Jane and decide to try and talk her through this. Resting your hands on top of her hips, you look her in the eyes. "First of all Jane, I don't plan on saying anything about what happened just now. Second of all, get that "cheating" idea out of your head. You wanted to pamper yourself and got a massage today, that's all. Your body is more than just your back and shoulders and legs; sometimes other areas need attention as well. I was just a tool to you used to address those areas; no different than if you were to use a dildo on yourself at home. In fact, I bet if you told your husband that exact thing, that you were so horny earlier that you had to get yourself off with a dildo, that his cock would get hard thinking about it and he'd want to fuck you right then and there."

Jane begins to visibly relax as she takes in what you said, the somewhat lame rationalization you provided her apparently enough for now. Climbing off of you, she walks towards the shelving that holds the towels and takes one, wiping clean the cum that's beginning to leak from her. As she puts her robe back on, you climb off the table as well, clean yourself up, and start to put your clothes back on when Jane starts to speak again. "Do you really think he'd respond like that?" she asks you, looking somewhat aroused by the idea. "Want to have sex if I told him I masturbated?"

Chuckling at the niavety of the question, you answer her. "Well, I don't know your husband, but I can say most guys get horny thinking about women masturbating, especially one as hot as you." Closing the distance between you, you continue in a softer voice. "I bet if you offered, he'd jump at the chance to watch you do it; sliding your toy in and out of your sweet little hole, writhing and moaning on the bed in front of him... I don't know how he'd resist you!"

Jane appears turned on by the visual you're providing her, unconsciously placing her hand between her legs and blushing. "I just might try that. Thank you so much David." she says kissing you on your cheek. "And I think my husband will send his thanks as well." Jane settles her payment with you, giving you the agreed upon double amount, then makes her way out of the room with a bounce in her step that wasn't there before.

Once you've finished straightening out the room, you leave as well, thinking about what to do with the rest of your day.