Massages swell my cock – and our bank balance

Dear Ashleigh,

I HAVE a poorly-paid job in on the checkout of a supermarket and the wife and I have been skint lately.

To her credit, she offered to go out and get a bar job at nights to bring in some extra cash.

I have to admit I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but she told me not to worry and that she’d be fine.

I’d just managed to get my head round it when I bumped into a friend of hers who shocked me by asking how the missus was doing in the massage parlour!

That night when she got in about 1.30am, I confronted her. She admitted what had been going on and I hit the roof.

But I calmed down a bit when she said she earned about £200 a shift.

Then she described some of the “services” she provided – hand relief, oral and full sex.

As she spoke, I began to get aroused and soon had a stiffy.

What followed was amazing. She took off my clothes and told me to lie on my stomach.

Then she stripped to her bra and panties and began to rub this sweet-smelling oil on me.

By this time my knob was gagging for it, and she took a grip of it as she rolled me over.

She traced her tongue along its length before removing her panties and easing herself on to me.

Soon she built up a rhythm and it took all my self-control to avoid early ejaculation.

I was in heaven, and 10 minutes later we both came to a shuddering climax.

Since then we’ve had great sex, but I’m still ashamed that she’s having to do this job because I can’t earn enough. What should I do?

KD, Birmingham

Ashleigh says…

CARRY on until you get a better job!