The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 005

As soon as I pressed my eye to the tiny hole, I saw something I had not expected at all. Lola and Donna were together in bed, completely naked! Donna was on her back, her knees drawn up as she caressed her own breasts, and Lola was lying on her side, facing her. Lola’s hand was right over Donna’s vulva, and I could see her stroking Donna’s clit very slowly. I strained to make out what they were saying.

Lola smiled and purred, “What do you think? Does it feel good?”

Donna looked at the dildo on the bed next to them and sighed deeply. “I’m tired of just having a silicone dick in me! Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone with an actual penis?” she complained.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if the person with the penis was Logan?” Lola suggested mischievously.

Donna glared at her and snapped, “Nonsense! Keep it down so that we don’t wake him.”

“Wake him?” Lola pressed her lips together, smirking before a cunning look appeared on her face. “Give me a minute.” Lola got up the moment she finished her sentence, leaving Donna whining in frustration as she removed her hand.

Is she going to come and look for me? I wondered. I had always wanted to be part of a threesome, but had given up on that dream after the accident! I flung myself onto my bed, pulling the covers up to my waist just as I heard my door swinging open.

It had to be Lola. She turned on the lights, and I reminded myself not to react at all. Her heavy breasts swayed enticingly as she sashayed into the room until she was by my side. “Logan,” she whispered. “Logan!” I did not respond, of course, since I was pretending to be asleep. When she did not get an answer, she placed her hands on my chest. I usually slept without a shirt, so she was touching my bare skin.

Gently, she caressed my pectorals. I’m glad I kept up my workout routine even after the accident, I thought. I was no model, but I was fairly fit. Fit or not, though, I nearly had a heart attack when Lola reached her hand under the covers and cupped my cock through my underwear! I struggled to keep my breathing deep and even as her little hand stroked me to hardness.

Then, Lola went a step further. She pulled the covers back until my groin was exposed, reached out with both hands, and tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs before letting out a gasp. Stay still. Stay still, I told myself, even as I felt my dick twitch thanks to being exposed to cold air. Fortunately for me, Lola turned and hotfooted it out of my room.

Oh well. Maybe I should just jerk off, I thought. Since she had got me hard, I was definitely now in the mood for sex. Before I could reach down to touch myself, though, the door swung open again. I cracked one eye open carefully, but I did not need to squint. There were now two people in my room! Lola had brought Donna with her!

“He’s huge, isn’t he? I wasn’t kidding,” whispered Lola.

“He’s even bigger than Martin,” Donna whispered back. “I’ve never had someone that large before. I don’t know if it’ll fit.” The average male penis was between five to five and a half inches. Mine came in at six. Martin and I had never been the kind of men to compare our penis sizes, but I did feel a sense of pride in having beaten him in this regard.

Lola’s eyes lit up. “Shall we try it? No toys can beat the real deal.”

Donna hesitated, biting her lip, but Lola was far less hesitant. “I have never tried something so big. I have to try it!” she asserted. Keeping her movements slow, she straddled me before pulling my boxer briefs down to release my dick. Her soft hand gripped the base of my hard cock, holding it upright before she raised herself up on her knees.

Oh my god. It’s really happening, I thought, half-panicking. Is she really going to have sex with me? My heart was in my throat, and I could feel my pulse speed up. Unexpectedly, Donna approached the bed too, and sat down right next to Lola. Her hand joined Lola’s, and Donna began stroking the head of my cock. Unable to hold back, my hips thrust upwards into her fist.

Lola was annoyed. “Donna, what are you doing? Didn\'t you say you weren\'t interested in touching him?”

“I changed my mind. You looked like you were having a lot of fun,” Donna teased as she slid her hand tantalizingly up and down my cock. I preferred a firmer grip, but I think she wanted to have fun her own way. Her grip remained annoyingly loose.

It was as though Lola and Donna were now competing for my attention. Their hands moved as one on my cock, Lola’s gripping the lower half tightly as Donna teased me with light touches over the head.

“Ohh,” I groaned, unable to hold back any longer. I reached my hand down, but right before I could clasp my hand around Lola and Donna’s hands to teach them how I liked to be touched, they let go! Surprised, my eyes flew wide open, and I saw both girls take a hasty step back.

“Logan, are you awake?” asked Donna. Shit, shit, shit! I panicked. I can’t let them find out that I was awake the whole time!

“Donna?” I pretended to be surprised, then horrified as I yanked the blanket over myself. “What… What are you and Lola doing here?” It was not hard to pretend to be horrified. After all, I did indeed feel horrified about how I had nearly let everything slip.

“Nothing. Lola and I heard… we heard something,” Donna stammered, flushing. Beside her, Lola nodded sagely. Her silence could not conceal her cheeky grin, though.

“We just came to see if you were alright. Now that we know you’re fine, we’re leaving!” Donna blurted. She seized Lola’s hand and dragged her out of the room, closing the door behind her. Thank god, I sighed internally. At least I managed to pretend that I thought I was just masturbating in my sleep.

When I returned home the next day after work, Lola was nowhere to be seen. Donna told me Lola had received a call from her husband and had gone home, so she had prepared a feast just for the two of us.

I took a deep breath as I took in the spread. She had prepared all my favorite dishes! Donna looked at me and smiled. “Logan, I know you have been working hard. Why don\'t you try my cooking and see if it’s to your taste?”

I nearly cried upon hearing her words. Donna must have observed me over the last two years, since I had never told her or Martin what all my favorite dishes were. She and Martin had taken me into their home, fed me and clothed me and housed me right after the accident, and now Donna was showing me that she really cared.

“Logan, what\'s wrong? Don\'t you like the food?” asked Donna, concerned about how I had not moved to serve myself.

I shook my head quickly. Before I could say a thing, Donna piped up, “I know. You must be thinking about finding yourself a girlfriend or a wife who can cook for you, right? Don\'t worry. I have already promised to help, so I won\'t go back on my word! You can count on me.”

I looked at Donna, feeling dazed. Why was she being so good to me, especially when Martin was not around? I felt very confused, but I knew that there was no way to clarify the situation, especially since I had already made the first move the other day by fingering her. I told myself. She knows that her clitoris isn’t the pressure point. Maybe she is interested in having fun with me.

Donna sat beside me as I ate dinner. Since there were only the two of us in the house, she decided to sit beside me so that she could keep reloading my plate. The downside of being next to her was that it was hard to concentrate on my food. She smelled absolutely wonderful. The subtle fragrance of her perfume kept wafting into the air whenever she moved, keeping me distracted and lustful.

My instincts were warring with one another. Should I tell Donna I’m attracted to her? Or will she make the first move, since she was so bold last night when she sneaked into my room with Lola? “Thank you,” I muttered hastily once we were both done eating. Unable to make a decision, I chose to retreat to my room as soon as I could.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a moan coming from next door. A lascivious smile appeared on my lips, and I decided to look through the peephole in the wall before heading next door. To my surprise, Donna was not pleasuring herself! She was lying down on her back, cradling her stomach.

“Donna, what’s wrong?” I asked worriedly after entering her room. “I thought I heard you moan in pain. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, but her voice was shaky.

“No, I don’t think so. You sound like you’re in pain,” I insisted, moving to sit next to her on the bed. I was careful not to say that she looked like she was in pain, since I was still supposed to be blind.

“It’s just indigestion. It happens every now and then,” Donna explained, holding herself stiffly. “I just need to wait until it goes away.”

“Let me help,” I murmured, moving my hand up and over to her stomach. Gently, I peeled her hands away and touched the area right below her ribs. She did feel quite bloated, and then I remembered that she had made all my favorite dishes. Quite a few of the dishes were spicy! That was probably the cause of the pain.

As I massaged her poor tummy gently, Donna huffed out very quiet groans and moans. Gradually, she relaxed a little under my hands, and she spoke up a few minutes later.

“Logan, thanks. I feel better now.”

“I can feel that you’re still a little bloated, Donna,” I replied. This is my fault, I thought. If she’s not used to eating spicy food, then she must be suffering quite a bit. I kept rubbing her belly gently until she turned her face hastily to the side and brought a hand up to cover her mouth, letting out a massive belch. Instantly, her face turned red.

“Sorry!” Donna burst out, clearly embarrassed. It was natural, of course, and I was just glad that the trapped air had made its way out of her stomach. I continued to palpate her belly gently, trying to get her to relax.

“Thanks for helping me out, Logan. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. No one’s rubbed my belly for me before. I usually don’t bother Martin whenever I get a stomach ache,” Donna explained. My heart ached for her. What kind of man was Martin? How could Donna think that she was bothering him if she wanted him to comfort her when she was in pain?

“Donna,” I began hesitantly. “Maybe your indigestion today was as a result of the spicy food. If you get stomach aches regularly even when you don’t eat something spicy, though, then maybe you need a full body massage to help you relax and alleviate the stress.”

The moment Donna heard what I said, she caught my drift. She nodded without hesitation. “Yes please,” she agreed. “I think that will help.”