The End Of A Mid-Life Crisis
(MF, FM, Rom, Cheat?)

I'm an average guy. An average guy with a wife, two young
kids, extra pounds, and a nostalgia for the college years.
When people talk about a mid-life crisis, I think there are
probably several degrees: some men go for the sports cars,
others get hair implants and try to pick up young women,
and others just try to get back in shape. (And convert all
of their record albums to CDs so they can still listen to
the good stuff in the minivan.) It's not so much of a mid-
life crisis as trying to stop the transition of Joe the Man
into Joe the Dad - Home and Garden Maintenance Appliance.

After our kids were born, I think the hormonal shifts just
about wiped out my wife's sex drive. She is just not
interested, except perhaps seasonally. It has been a drag,
but she is still my best friend, and all other aspects of
family life have been topnotch. If only she felt the
passion for me that I do for her! My displays of affection
are rejected the majority of the time, even if it is just a
hug, a kiss, or a quick cuddle in bed. Most of the time she
did not want intimacy, saying she had to be in the mood.
And if I persisted, well, the emotional rejection was more
than I could take. I learned to not think of her sexually;
just as a friend, unless there were clear signals. I mean,
do you rock the boat with discussions that put her on the
defensive and annoy her, or do you make the best of it and
hope for improvement?

Well, after ten years of marriage, Do Not Annoy Your Wife
becomes a high priority. The few discussions we have had
confirmed she is committed to our marriage, and a recent
family trip with all the in-laws demonstrated that in all
of the tangible ways, we are a solid couple. Just
maddeningly platonic...

So here I'm: middle-aged, still a handsome man according to
the women at work, but a little overweight. Kind of like
Nick Nolte, but better looking. I have a short beard and
mustache; my wife likes it and says it makes me look like
one of the 3 Musketeers. So anyway, I thought that if I got
back in shape, I could rekindle some of the homefires. I
started working out, swimming at lunchtime at the Y,
lifting weights, trying to cut back on my dinner portions
(pity that I'm a good cook), and work on my high blood
pressure. After six months I accomplished some significant
toning and shaping, but no weight reduction. Oh well,
patience. The homefires had indeed improved, to where my
wife and I made love twice in the same month! A five year
record. However, most of the time we were status quo. And
with exercising came an increased level of testosterone and
the net result was that I was just as horny as ever.

Meanwhile, as much as I fantasized about serendipitous sex
to take the pressure off, it didn't seem likely to ever
happen. And though there were a couple of possibilities for
affairs with women at work, they were trouble: too young to
be discreet, and/or too likely to fall in love with me. I
do not want to break anyone's heart or destroy my marriage.
So, I kept fantasizing. Just like you do when you are young
and think you will never, ever get a girlfriend...

I was at the Y that day and had been swimming my usual
workout of a mile in the pool, but because I was sore from
lifting weights the previous day, I decided to quit halfway
and go soak in the jacuzzi. It was a Tuesday, and that is
usually a slow day, not many people there at all. Lou was
swimming slowly with his fins in the far lane; he would be
there for the next half hour. A couple of women were in the
shallow end using floats to do their aqua-aerobics. Lest
your imaginations run way ahead of you, let me assure you
that the majority of noontime users of the Y are retired
senior citizens. There are some who just bob around in the
shallow end of the pool, some who do aqua aerobics, and
others who swim laps like me. (Pretty humbling when you
first start back and some 70 year old dusts you in the next
lane.) My point though is that noon at the Y is not
Baywatch. However, you will occasionally see some women
that make you go "Hmmm."

I walked into the jacuzzi room and turned on the jets. It's
in a separate room from the pool, located between the
locker rooms so as to be co-ed. The water was pretty hot
and I settled into the deepest seat so that the jets would
work my upper back. A few minutes later, a small Asian
woman came in. I had seen her some weeks before in the pool
and remembered that she wasn't a bobber, but had done some
slow laps- just relaxing. I hadn't paid much attention to
her at the time. (She had been wearing a plastic shower cap
in the pool, so I had assumed she was older. I mean, last
week there was an old guy who wore a tank top t-shirt,
khaki dress shorts and a black leather belt in the pool. )
I recognized her now by her body shape, the swimsuit, and
of course, that shower cap. We exchanged timid smiles and
she slowly stepped in. As she was getting in, she turned
her back to me and I got a longer look at her body. She was
slim - not like a teenager, but clearly a women who took
care of herself. She had a woman's hips, a nice butt, and
her legs looked strong. Her breasts were small but looked
firm. Her arms looked toned, and she had pretty hands with
long, tapered nails. Large diamond ring.

She finally sat down and turned toward me. I smiled and
said hello. She gave me a brief smile and said hi, then
leaned her head back and closed her eyes. From the way she
said hi, I thought that she wasn't an immigrant; her voice
was clear and had no accent. Well, her eyes were closed,
she was older than I was, so there was no room within
courtesy to just strike up a conversation if she was
interested in personal relaxation time. I looked up at the
clock and noted I had about 20 minutes before I should head
back to work. I examined her face, trying to see what else
I could deduce about her. She was certainly attractive. She
had a smooth face, just some laugh lines around her eyes.
She had real eyebrows, a small-but-not-squashed nose and
lovely lips. Her eyes were brown, of course, and pretty.  I
tried to guess her age and decided that, given all the
factors, she was probably about 45-50. She looked younger
than that, but that shower cap skewed things. I could see
that her hair was dark through the cap, but that was it.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head and looked around.
I smiled and said something inane about the water
temperature. She agreed that the water was hot, and seeing
my goggles on the deck behind me, asked if I had been
swimming.

"Yes, " I said, "I try to swim a mile each day during
lunch." She nodded and started to lean her head back again,
but I asked, "Do you swim too?"
Looking a me a bit more intently, she said, "Yes,
sometimes. Today I just wanted to soak."
As she said this I raised my left hand to wipe some water
from my chin, to show her my ring (See? I'm safe, I
thought).

"You come here during lunch you said? Do you work nearby?"
she asked.
"Yes, I'm an engineer at Ponderous Data Corp here in town.
I come here on my lunch hour. My name is Joe, Joe Black."
"Oh, don't you go home and see your wife?"
"No, she works too, and the kids are in daycare. She has a
stressful job and tends to work more too much. Between work
and the kids, she is pretty tired out."
"Do you help her around the house?"
"Oh yeah, I do most of the cooking and a lot of the
cleaning too."
"Do you...Well, that is good." She looked away to the
clock.
"How old are your children?" She asked.
"I have a boy and a girl, ages 3 and 5, " I said smiling.
They're great. Someday I'll  bring them here to learn to
swim. Do you have any children?"
"Oh yes, but my children are grown, I'm going to be a
Grandma soon." She looked at me with a challenge in her
eye, daring me to comment. (I love flirting.)
"Really?!" I said, "you don't look old enough to have
grandkids, you don't look any older than me." (yes, this
was rather bald, but it established some basis for
inquiring about my age. I look young - I hear it all the
time and wanted to get us on a more even footing.)She
smiled and said, "Oh? And how old are you young man?"
I assumed an air of dignity and with a slight smile replied
that I was 36.
"Ah, well, you know what you're about then, don't you, "
she said nodding, before glancing away to the clock.

"What is your name?" I asked. She appeared not to have
heard me, but something told me she didn't want to answer
the question. She appeared to be thinking about something.
I could see that I was starting to lose ground, that I
wasn't being interesting. I tried to think of something
interesting to say, something provocative to make the
conversation spicier. But I wasn't coming up with much and
trying to think of a way to compliment her body when she
stretched her arm out and started rubbing her shoulder.
(Perhaps an opening??)
"Are your muscles sore?" I asked.
"Yes...my shoulder and back are stiff, I was hoping that
the hot tub would help."(Here goes...I thought)"Would you
like me to massage it for you?"
"No thank you." And she leaned her head back to rest.
(Rats! Okay, what can you expect...)

I leaned back too, the heat was nice, the roar of the jets
muffling other sounds. I heard the outer door open and saw
Lou walk past the inner doorway heading to the locker room
from the pool. He doesn't use either the jacuzzi or sauna
after swimming. I closed my eyes too and was daydreaming
when I felt her foot on my leg. Startled, I sat up and
looked at her. She was rubbing her shoulder again and I
assumed the touch had been an accident. However...

"Would you rub my back for me?" (!!!)
"Sure, " I said. She turned sideways on the bench and
presented her back to me. I dutifully started at the base
of her neck and started smoothing to her shoulders. She
wasn't fleshy by any means and I could definitely feel some
knots on her neck muscles and between her shoulder blades.
The straps of her one-piece bathing suit didn't interfere
too much because the back scooped fairly low. I started
massaging, trying to recall techniques from the Playboy
Sensual Massage book, and trying to remember the spinal
cord nerve chart I had seen in my chiropractor's office. I
applied more pressure to the knots and she didn't object.
She dropped her head a bit and seemed to relax. Trouble
was, this was an awkward position for me. My arm kept
banging into the wall and a water jet was spraying my side.

"Why don't you rest your arms on the deck, I can reach you
better that way." She looked over her shoulder at me for a
moment with a calculating look and then turned and faced
the wall, her knees sliding down the reclined bench to rest
against the wall. I knelt on the floor of the jacuzzi
behind her and kept working on the pressure points. I
noticed that one of the wall jets was shooting past her
thigh and that her breasts were just below the roiling
surface. Looking up, I saw the security camera looking down
at us. (Hmmm. I will have to be discrete.) The monitor was
in the lifeguard room, but behind the lifeguard chair. In
general the lifeguards didn't pay much attention to it,
instead watching the pool. And it's a small black and white
monitor, about 5x5 inches. Not good for detail, just
whether there were people in the jacuzzi or not. Hopefully
we were not being actively watched.

I was really enjoying the feel of her skin and thinking
about how to progress with this situation when I remembered
that the nerves that go from the spine to the breasts are
right about there... Starting on her neck, I pressed my
thumbs into the muscles to either side of her spine and
held them there with a gentle circling motion for about 20
seconds, then released and moved about an inch lower and
repeated it. Doing so blocks the nerves and deadens the
area, helping the muscles to relax. Releasing pressure
tends to leave a tingling feeling as sensation returns. I
got to the area between the shoulder blades where the
breast nerves originate from, and pressed like before,
circling gently so it wouldn't be painful, held it a little
bit longer, I wanted this to work...okay, release and move
on...

She had been resting her chin on her arms, and now she let
her head roll to the side and let out a small sigh. Her
pretty lips were flushed red from the heat and gently
parted- relaxed. With any luck, this meant that her nipples
were now tingling to the renewed sensation of the jacuzzi.
Time for step 2. I continued on a bit farther, then moved
my hands back to her neck, massaging her shoulders a bit,
setting up the next move. I started trailing my fingers
firmly down her spine, all the way to her hips, several
times in what I think is referred to as a "cleansing"
motion. I then started the pressure points again, but this
time moving more quickly to the breast nerve area, holding
for just a tad longer so that the sensation would work
again, and then headed south to the big target - the pelvic
nerves.

My hands were flat on her lower back, my fingers curving
around her waist as I worked the pressure points. This was
delicious, I was getting very hard in my excitement. (Don't
Even Think About It! Stay With The Program! No Improv!)
Press, hold, circle...massage with the fingers a bit... I
was watching her face intently to see how I was doing...
Little beads of sweat were glistening on her face. I wanted
to kiss them away... There it was, a deep breath and a
sigh, a slight smile on those lovely lips, her hand
clenching slowly and relaxing. She was relaxed and feeling
good.

I slowly lifted my hands and trailed them up her sides, up
to her neck and back down. My thumbs were trailing
alongside her spine but my palms were rubbing her whole
back and my fingers were reaching around her sides towards
her breasts. This was the critical time, how would she
react to the suggestion of my hands moving toward her
breasts? There were no sounds from the locker room
doorways; the rumble of the jets and steam rising off the
jacuzzi seemed to create a curtain, removing us from the
mundane world.

Suddenly she lifted her head, and I started to back off,
but then she turned her head to face the other way and lay
back down, the same smile still on her face. (Cool.) I slid
my hands down to her waist a final time, moved them forward
just a bit and started working my way upwards with gentle
swirling motions. I watched her face as I neared the bottom
of her breasts, continuing upward...and started moving my
fingertips farther away from them, more onto her back, with
each rub. Would she notice? Would she frown? She closed her
mouth...and pushed backwards. My fingertips brushed the
edges of her breasts!

OH YEAH! I swear I almost came right then. I was seeing
flashes of light from the excitement. Careful not to shake,
I slowly worked my hands forward until I was massaging her
breasts. This was heavenly! I hadn't been this excited in
years. She was definitely smiling now! I kept massaging and
started pinching her nipples between my fingers. She raised
her head, but her mouth was open and her eyes were still
closed. She shifted her body over a few inches so that the
water jet was spraying over her yoni.

I was really turned on now! I was making this women happy!
Me! Yeah! I started to move myself a bit closer and slide
one of my hands down her tummy, but with a quick shake of
her head she said, "No!" sharply. I backed off and kept
fondling her nipples. They were small and hard and felt
wonderful to my fingers. She was moving her hips now,
playing the jet all over her yoni. She was biting her lip
and shaking her head back and forth; her hands were splayed
and stiff were they pushed against the rim of the jacuzzi.
I obligingly pulled on her nipples to help her hold her
position over the jet. Her head shot up and she began to
buck and convulse. She gave a small screech that was barely
audible above the roar of the jacuzzi, and then relaxed,
dropping her head down, gasping for breath. I gently rubbed
her whole breasts with each hand, helping her come down.
This was GREAT!! I leaned my head forward to nuzzle her
ear.

Suddenly she held up her hand, motioning me back. I let go
and moved back to the opposite bench (not far). She
continued breathing heavily, her hand still in the air.

"Should I go?" I said softly.
She shook her head, but continued to hold her hand up. I
settled back as she slowly turned around and sat down, her
head tipped back, eyes closed. Much the same positions that
we both had been in earlier. I waited, watching her face,
savoring the excitement of the chase, the thrill of capture
and the heady rush of victory. I had not seduced her, but I
had definitely pleasured her, and it really made me feel
good.

After a couple minutes, she raised her head slightly and
looked at me through narrowed eyes, her pretty lips pulling
into a scowl (???), as the steam from the jacuzzi boiled
around us. Sitting up, she moved closer to me along the
bench. I did my best to wipe my shit-eating grin from my
face and used my big brown eyes to their best advantage,
trying to look respectful yet interested. I wanted her to
feel in control, and not embarrassed. I needn't have
worried. She came closer, to within inches of my face. I
wondered if I should kiss her. I wanted to kiss her! But
her eyes held me back.

"Young man, I have not been handled like that in all my
LIFE!" she said fiercely in a whisper. (Uh-Oh!)"You think
you are so clever, taking advantage of a poor old women
like that! My husband will cut your balls off, if I don't
first!" (Yikes!) I started to stammer an apology, saying I
that I had just done it for her, but she cut me off by
pinching my nipple. Hard.

OOHHH BABY! My cock lurched and my prostate gave a couple
pumps in a micro-orgasm! If there is one thing I know I
like, it is having my nipples bitten or pinched with long
fingernails. I have loved long fingernails since I was in
3rd grade, with my math teacher, Mrs. Tomke. That was in
the early 70's and she was Italian? with a lush body, long
brown hair, a mini-skirt, tights, knee boots, and long
tapered nails. Not these squared-off gopher claws you see
so often these days. I can still remember being scolded by
her for not doing my homework, her finger inches from my
face, her other hand gripping my arm tightly, her nails
digging into my arm. (Whew, come back, come back). I have
never had spanking fantasies or been interested in being
dominated, but if she had behaved any less professionally,
well maybe...pity time travel doesn't work...

Fresh pain in my nipple brought me back to reality, that,
and her other hand sliding up my thigh.
"Let's see how you like it, " she said. (Oops the grin was
back)"Ah, you think you will enjoy this, do you??" I licked
my lips and started to nod. Her nails dug into my thigh.
"Well, you will not!" she snarled, "Not unless I say so.
And if you make a sound, I will stop. You are not to touch
me again, understand?!" Her hand resumed sliding up my
thigh. I nodded. (Holy Shit! I had a Dragon Lady in my
lap!)

Her fingers slipped underneath my swimshorts; her other
hand rolled and pinched my nipple gently. (Oh God I was
loving this.) She leaned forward and bit me lightly on the
neck. I stifled a deep moan, exhaling heavily. She paused
at the sound, smiled craftily, and started to squeeze my
balls - pulling and squeezing like she was milking them.
(Oh God in Heaven! Don't take me now, I don't want to miss
any of this!!)

Lifting me by the balls so that my nipples were above the
water, she bent down and began licking the other one. Her
nails were digging into my sac, threatening to tear it off.
(Was she serious!? Oh God, and I'm going to LIKE it too!)
She stroked and pulled and squeezed for a couple of
minutes, all the while pleasuring my nipples with her
fingers and tongue. I wasn't going to last long, being so
unused to these sensations.

Suddenly she bit down and my back arched off the wall, my
legs ramrod stiff before me. She pushed her thumb against
the base of my cock and rubbed her fingers over my prostate
area behind my balls. I stifled a yell from the pain and
pleasure as my prostate tried to pump and was blocked!
Mini-orgasms thumped through my brain! She stopped rubbing
but continued to bite and hold, flipping her tongue against
my nipple. I could feel a direct line of fire between my
nipple and my cock. The throbbing slowly abated, the main
orgasm back on hold.

Releasing my balls, she sat up and straddled one of my
legs. She placed both palms flat on my chest and started
moving them in small circles, rubbing gently over my
nipples, much as I had done to her. I started to speak, but
she held up her finger in my face. I was barely in control
of myself now, I wanted to turn her over on the side of the
jacuzzi and fill her completely. I lashed out with my
tongue to lick her fingertip, but she pulled back with a
glare and hard pinch. She formed her hand into a claw and
placed her nails against my face. I growled deep inside and
started to lean forward in spite of myself. With a fierce
grin she slowly, lightly ran her nails down my face, over
my chest, across my nipple, (oh that hurt so good!) and
down to my crotch where it was joined by the other hand to
lightly fondle my cock through my suit.

All this time her eyes held mine, superior, daring me to
move. I smiled, turned up the wattage on my eyes and looked
hungrily into hers. She settled back, sliding both hands
inside my suit and lightly stroked my cock and balls while
she ground herself against my leg. I could feel my already
over-pressured prostate swell even more as she continued to
fondle me. God I wanted to kiss her! Bite her! Kiss her!
Pump her body full of my seed! But still she held me with
the promise in her eyes.

As if sensing how much closer and closer my cock was to
exploding, her touches became lighter and lighter until all
of a sudden she bit me quickly on the nose, stood up, and
climbed out of the spa. I was surprised and started to
stand, but she whirled around, pointed her lovely finger at
me and said, "Stay there! Don't ever do that ever again!"
And with a smile she left.

I waited a few minutes, but had to get out of the jacuzzi -
I was too hot. And my raging hard-on could have knocked
down trees. There was no way it was going to subside
without a cold shower (and probably a quick trip to one of
the bathroom stalls). I stumbled over to get my things when
the outer door to the pool opened and the eighteen year old
lifeguard looked in with his eyes big as saucers and a
stunned expression on his face. I just had to laugh. Ahh,
the ignorance of youth. A half hour later I left, feeling
better about myself than I had in years. I got in my
minivan, put "Rush - Moving Pictures", in the CD player and
cranked it. Nobody noticed I was late getting back to work.