For my wife’s fiftieth birthday, a friend bought her a full body massage. My mind keeps wandering, I am obsessed about what the masseuse might do to her, and how my wife may respond. Will the masseuse be male or female? Would she let a stranger knead her breasts as her nipples harden? Would she let a masseuse massage her buttocks? Would she moan and groan, her back arching as they massaged her thighs? Would her pussy leak...

Whenever Rob’s away on business, I found it difficult to sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone; thirty years of being in a relationship had done that to me. But on this occasion, there was another, more pressing reason. The second Thursday in July was finally here! Lucy and I were having our spa break. We had been discussing it for weeks, getting each other hot and bothered about what we were going to get...

It was pure luck that Lou won those tickets for the spa. The prize was for an all-inclusive, two-night midweek stay at a luxury spa. When we drilled into the small print, we found it had to be taken on one of three set dates; I was away with work for one of them, and we were on holiday for the other two. Damn! Lou would have to find someone to go with her... well, it doesn’t take a genius to guess who she wanted to take!...