Happy Massage

All names changed.
I 33 transferred in the family business to take over from a cousin. Not great at dating, I hoped a new city might chance my luck. I always got sensual massages to relax and get off, I booked into a massage place, was told only a mature masseuse was available. I didn't care who did the massage and made the appointment. I arrived and a great looking woman in her fifties done to massage and hand relief. The following Monday I started at my new job, my cousin showed me around and then left to move interstate. As the new boss my reputation had proceeded me, I'd been the company razor guy, cutting out waste as they saw it. Trimming the fat my grandfather called it, but I hadn't sacked anybody or recommended any sacking. Everyone affected was redeployed within the company, but being the efficiency expert as they saw me, made them afraid of losing their jobs. But with their minds made up, everybody was nervous around me. Then I met Martha a receptionist, hadn't been in the office when I arrived had been sent on an errand. On her getting she was told the razor guy was here, it was later that I met her. She was my masseuse from the Saturday, she thought she would be sacked because of her second job. I wasn't concerned either way what she did in her own time. But I liked to get know my employees, had been seeing each in turn. It was Tuesday before I got to Martha, she was very nervous at first. I saw it straight away so told her as I'd all the others, nobody was being let go and their jobs were safe. Still nervous however, I asked her about her massaging, thinking it would ease her fears somewhat. I was wrong it increase them; I realized it and told I was just asking to find out when she was massaging again, as I'd really enjoyed her massage. Her reply was she was rarely called in, only that another was ill she was called in, adding she was only doing it to help pay off her late husband's medical and funeral costs. So, I asked did she do any freelancing, no was her reply but added I would for you if you want. So, I asked her to massage me the Saturday at my apartment, she mentioned she didn't have table. I said I'd one; I didn't but I could get one. Found one online and bought it had delivered to my apartment building. It arrived Thursday, a folding table I put up in my spare bedroom. On the Saturday Martha turned up and done the massage as she had before. I enjoyed it more than the first I think, I paid what I'd paid the parlor. Made a regular Saturday booking and as weeks passed, I got really friendly with her. I touched her naked body and went a little further each time. Then I was advised by my grandfather they were increase our workload, I should hire more staff and get myself a PA. Instead of hiring in a PA, I decided to hire her inhouse and I'd Martha in mind also. She could easily handle such a job, and we were very comfortable with each other. When your naked together regularly you get comfortable, or you don't continue see each other. One requirement for the PA was to accompany me to head office meetings, sometimes at short notice. Again, Martha was perfect lived alone and so no reason she couldn't travel. One problem was where she lived on the far side of the city away from the airport. Seeing it as a problem I came up with the perfect solution, I'd her move in with me. We were together most of the time anyway, then during a massage and my fingering her as was then usual. I decided to ask her for a fuck, adding she could refuse no problems if she did. But she decided why not, and we started fucking, but it wasn't just on the Saturday's massaging. It became anytime I felt horny; she even asked me once. After a year of regular sex and I was given another promotion and had to move back to my home city. I asked Martha to come with me, and she agreed, like we'd been doing we would live together. No travelling involved, I was busier in my new position and was given a secretary, chosen by Martha, Christine 28 (orphan) single timid not shy, Martha thought Christine would make me a good wife. It wasn't all Martha's idea; my mother had asked her to help find a wife. Christine lived alone and Martha got me to have her live with us, between Martha and my mother's conniving I bedded Christine albeit with Martha joining us. To cover her involvement, Martha had Christine call her aunty, my mother liked Christine a great deal. So, gentle nudging I decided Christine was perfect for me and asked her to marry me she accepted. With my mother planning the wedding with Martha and Christine, mother doing the actual planning they just agreed. I started trying to get Christine pregnant, succeeded fairly quickly. She was pregnant when she walked down the aisle escorted by my grandfather, who liked Christine a great deal. My father was also happy she was having a boy, so the baby would be named after him a family tradition. My two sisters had sons, but they were named after their father-in-law's. I was the only son and now he would get his wish. Albeit my name and my grandfather's name also, it still didn't matter to my father who put his spin on it. Married and now living in a house across the street from parents and two house along from grandfather's home. My only real input was getting two dogs (puppies) who really bonded with our son. So, much so that nobody could approach him unless they recognized you as family. Martha, Christine and me at first, my mother found that out when she visited and when to see her grandson alone, approaching his crib the dogs as was usual were right beside the crib. Their hackles when up as she approached, and soft growling started. My mother decided to retreat, Martha returned with her and the dogs didn't react. Once they saw her allowed to approach the baby no more trouble for my mother. Sitting in the lounge nursing her grandson with two dogs happily beside her. When we'd our daughter they acted the same way, were our children go so do the dogs. They've sitting rights on my grandfather's leather chair in his den, even I can't do that. All this started because of a massage.