“We’d better get going,” Siobhan slipped her phone back into her chosen purse for the day, a dainty yet faintly ominous pouch of black leather.

I was pretty sure I knew how this evening was going to go, but I could think of at least a dozen powerful surprises small enough to fit in the tiny gaps between her phone, wallet, and lipstick.

“The appointment’s at six-thirty,” I said, checking own phone and fumbling to get it back into the slippery-smooth inner pockets of my suit.

“It’s almost a quarter ’til five,” said Siobhan, somehow already looking thoroughly collected in an unassuming pink dress, in plenty of time to be conscientiously early.

“The blue tie or the green one?” I asked, holding each up in front of me.

“Blue,” said Siobhan.

“It’s not too light to go with this shirt?”

“Blue,” Siobhan repeated.

Simple as that.

I threaded it through my collar and tied it as we headed outside and down the front steps.

“You’re going to have to take it off and put it on again anyway,” Siobhan pointed out, locking the door behind us.

“Where else am I going to put it in the meantime?”

She whipped around and caught the end of the tie playfully between her fingers. “Sometimes I think you just like wearing a socially acceptable leash in public.”

“Sometimes?” I joked, and leaned forward almost faster than she could reel me in for a kiss.

In spite of her compulsion to be early, especially for an unfamiliar experience like the one we’d booked for the evening, she let my lips linger on hers in honor of the day.

Our anniversary. It was so strange to think about the passage of time since Siobhan and I had been together. It was strange to think that time had even existed before then.

Even while we were lost in that kiss, however, time was still moving for the rest of the world.

“Hey, neighbors!”

We pulled apart reluctantly, but the smiles we gave the woman from next door had a good dose of sincerity to them.

“Hey, Gloria,” said Siobhan. “Sorry, we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course, of course, I won’t keep you,” Gloria giggled.

Gloria had moved in beside us a few months ago. She was an imposing, statuesque woman of Asian descent, at least forty years old and six feet tall, but with a vivacious cheer to her that could make her feel like a mentor one moment and a peer the next. She was lovely in either context, with shimmering black hair down to her waist and a striking jawline.

From the moment Siobhan and I had stopped by with some welcome muffins, the vibes had been thick. We’d shared a few late-night drinks and plenty of innuendoes, but that was as far as it had gone.

“I’m on my way out myself,” said Gloria. “I just wanted to congratulate you, and wish you a relaxing, romantic night. Today is the day, right?”

“Thanks, yeah it is,” I said, smiling sideways at Siobhan, warmth rising up in me in a sweet wave.

“You two are so cute.” Gloria clasped her hands under her chin. “Both of you.”

“High praise from a world champion of cuteness,” Siobhan tossed back.

“Cheers to that.” Gloria raised an imaginary glass.

“Cheers, to that… later.” Siobhan winked, and turned to go.

I hung back just long enough to scan Gloria’s face for clues to her intentions. Was she just enjoying the flirtation, or was she open to something a little wilder? It could be so difficult to tell, this early in the dance.

But that was a question for another day. I gave a parting wave to justify my pause and followed Siobhan to the car. She gave me an affectionate pinch on the ass as I lowered myself into the seat.

“We’ve got other puzzles to solve tonight,” she reminded me.

My stomach prickled with excitement as I thought about how right she was.

Our anniversary celebration, as usual, was made up mostly of a nice dinner reservation and a night and a day of lovemaking, presumably with some breaks for further dining as our bodies demanded.

But first, we had booked a couple’s package at a massage parlor we’d had our eye on for a while. It was advertised on their website as both therapeutic and “sensual,” with some distinctly steamy imagery of sure hands touching barely draped curves, but we were going to have to feel out when we got there exactly what that meant.

So long as we were together, even the most standard couple’s massage would be a wonderful prelude to the rest of our celebration, but we could always cross our fingers for more.

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The lobby of the parlor was a separate world from the street outside. Rich, creamy floral scents, low frequency music, and flickering candles quieted my nervous system in a deep, instantaneous way that I wanted to bottle and save for later.

Framed pictures of nature lined the walls, adorned with words of encouragement in English, and what I presumed was the same in Thai.

Two employees, a woman and man, both Asian, young and petite, stepped out from behind the front desk to greet us, with a promptness that somehow didn’t make me feel the least bit rushed.

“Welcome, Conner, Siobhan,” the man said, nodding to each of us, subtly checking for recognition of our names, without breaking the illusion that we were already known here. “We have you booked for the deluxe couple’s package today, is that correct?” he asked in perfect but faintly accented English.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I said, quite liking the way he pronounced the word deluxe, much the way it had sounded in my head while looking at the website.

“My name is Aran. This is Madee. Allow us to show you to your booth.”

The pair led us to a secluded room with a single, padded, rounded table. There were holes for our faces to rest comfortably downward, close enough together that our shoulders would be nearly touching.

“You can set your things here,” Madee pointed out a double-wide dresser along one wall, opposite a luxurious basin sink surrounded by bottles of oil. “For the fullest experience, we highly recommend removing all articles of clothing.”

Her accent was all local, her smile the most ironic form of innocent.

“Please make yourselves comfortable,” said Aran. “We’ll be back for you in just a moment.”

Once alone, Siobhan and I meticulously followed Madee’s recommendation. We watched each other, biting our lips to temper goofy smiles as we set aside every stitch of clothing and climbed onto the table. There were fluffy white towels waiting for us there, and I guessed at the polite procedure, draping one over my hips, one over Siobhan’s hips, and another over her back at chest level. We settled in, facedown, with our fingers interlaced between us.

There was a knock at the door almost as soon as we were situated, and Siobhan called out for Aran and Madee to come on in.

“Have either of you participated in an experience like this before?” Aran asked, shutting the door again and pacing around to my side of the table.

“Hard to say,” I answered. “I won’t know if I’ve had an experience like this until I see what this experience is like, you know?”

“We’ve both had professional deep tissue massages,” Siobhan cut through my glibness.

“Wonderful,” said Aran, pouring one of the sweet-smelling oils onto his hands and rubbing them together. “So, then you know that the sensations can be more intense than people often expect the first time. The benefits are greater if we push through some discomfort, but if it ever becomes too much, please speak up.”

“Of course, count on it,” I said.

“Are you both comfortable and ready?” asked Madee.

I nodded and felt Siobhan do the same next to me.

Warm hands wrapped around my left ankle and worked their way upward, thumbs pressing at seemingly each individual connective fiber of my calf muscle. The pressure felt almost bruisingly deep but so controlled. I felt myself relax immediately into Aran’s grip.

Siobhan moaned beside me and squeezed my fingers, letting me know that Madee’s hands must be just as skilled and deceptively powerful.

Aran worked his way higher, digging into my thigh with the same crushing, curative pressure. Bright tingles of sensation bloomed across my body along uncharted pathways, reaching my untouched chest and the back of my neck.

The sounds Madee was getting from Siobhan were already in the realm of what I’d be proud to get from her myself later tonight. Those sounds, the touch, the strange reflexes of my body, all conspired into a swelling between my legs that I wasn’t entirely ready for.

Sure, this whole experience was already a little more openly suggestive than any traditional, professional massage we’d booked before. But there was no promise of anything concrete. This was a romantic anniversary massage, after all. Maybe the suggestiveness was purely thematic. I’d hate to be the one to cross the line into being inappropriate.

Aran started on my other ankle, working his way up again, so slowly and methodically. It felt like it should have given me enough of a reprieve to get a hold of myself, but the way this man could touch me, even on the ankle, it was the best I could do just to hold steady until he climbed back to thigh level, and then not even that. I was getting undeniably hard.

Subtly as I could, I shifted onto my hip away from his hands to flip my erection upright under me, hoping we were still a long way off from when I’d be asked to roll onto my back.

I settled back into position flat on my face, squeezing Siobhan’s hand hard, aware that I was seeping fluid into the cushion, but for now I looked normal.

Normal.

Normal.

And then Aran reached the very tops of my thighs. He dug his knuckles into the connective muscles at the base of my ass, a spot which, aside from everything else, apparently held an ocean of tension that I’d never been aware of.

I let out a fully involuntary groan of multilayered pleasure.

Aran’s hands didn’t hesitate. I guess he’d heard worse, probably many times before. I felt the physical relaxation sink deeper into my being.

He kneaded my muscles a little higher with his knuckles, opened his palms, and went to work with his thumbs again.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night?” Madee’s voice asked above us.

“Wh… wha?” Siobhan muttered next to me, reconnecting her capacity for speech quicker and more effectively than I could. “Oh. Dinner reservations. Home. You know….”

“Someplace fancy?” she asked.

“Pretty fancy,” said Siobhan. “Ooh, but this might turn out to be the main event.”

“I should hope so,” said Aran. “Is this everything you’d hoped for so far?”

His touch lightened, meaningfully, thumbs brushing my ass in a way that was notably more sensual than therapeutic, and then there was a pause.

I scrambled to boot up my own eloquence, find a way to thread the needle of clarity and politeness.

“You’re doing great,” I said, with unfiltered warmth. “This is above and beyond expectations. Hopes…” I shrugged. “Hopes are our problem, not yours, right?”

The pause repeated.

“Why do they have to be a problem at all?” Aran asked, leaning low and slowly brushing his lips against my lower back.

I took in a sharp breath and felt goosebumps break out all over my skin. He stopped and straightened up, resting his hands on the table.

“They’re not a problem… if you say they’re not,” I said.

His hands returned, fingers dancing openly over my ass, around my sides, sliding under me to flick past my nipples.

“How about you, beautiful?” Madee asked.

“Yes,” said Siobhan, giving my hand a squeeze. “Unreserved yes to this.”

Aran’s hands moved quickly for the first time since we’d been here, grabbing the edge of my towel, whipping it off completely, and then clamping over both cheeks of my ass, stretching them apart.

More than ever, his strength and the slight, controlled pain sent confused but delicious and somehow soothing shivers all through my body.

My excitement, both physical and otherwise, escalated with the thrill of not needing to be hidden or tamped down. I was completely high on the rush, not thinking for a moment that there were any mysteries left to be solved tonight, when the door of the booth opened.

Aran’s hands left me again.

I arched my back and twisted around to look.

It took me several seconds to process the entirety of what I was seeing.

“Gloria?” I said.

She was here.

She was naked.

And she was hung, with a hard-on even more engorged than mine in the present moment, six inches at least and thick through every inch.

“Hey, cuties,” she said, overflowing with exuberance.

I looked to Siobhan, confirming at a glance that she was as stunned as I was. I’d been so prepared for her sorts of surprises, I hadn’t even imagined one coming from another direction.

“How… how are you here?” I managed to ask Gloria.

“I work here!” Gloria giggled, patting the two masseuses on the shoulders. “For over a year, now. It’s why I moved, so I could be closer and put in more hours. Anyway, when you told me your anniversary plans, I checked in with my buddies here, and I couldn’t resist. I’ll go if I’m intruding. I know it’s a special day. But I also know how much you enjoy opening things up now and then, and since you were in the mood to book some semi-spicy stranger time, I thought you might not mind me popping in.”

Aran and Madee returned to our sides at the words ‘stranger time,’ stroking our arms and necks significantly.

“I… no, yeah, I…. Wow, by the way." I nodded down at Gloria’s cock.

She posed dramatically, with one hand at the base of it. “Why, thank you.”

I glanced at Siobhan. There was a grin, a pair of tiny nods between us.

“We’re happy to see you,” said Siobhan, shifting her knees under her to turn around for a more dignified greeting.

“No, no, don’t get up." Gloria waved us hurriedly back into place, and the pressure of Aran and Madee’s hands backed her up. “You paid for the chance to relax at the mercy of someone else’s touch, and you’re still going to get it.”

Aran slipped a hand between my hips and the table, catching my cock in a sure grip without a moment’s fumbling.

It seemed I hadn’t been fooling anyone with my sly attempts to hide its state and position. He stroked it firmly, while Madee took a more measured approach with Siobhan, softly tickling her inner thighs until she arched her back to offer inviting access to her pussy from behind. Madee barely patted Siobhan’s outer lips before withdrawing her hand to return to a more traditional massage of her lower back.

Aran pulled his hand out from under me at the same moment and dug his elbow into a muscle behind my shoulder blade, which would admittedly have been an ecstatic sensation all its own if I weren’t worked up for a different kind of ecstasy.

“But…” Gloria giggled, “those hands aren’t going to be too merciful. Not right away. You did book an hour, after all.”

We chuckled with her, though the sound came out closer to a groan for both of us.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you,” Gloria teased. “Is that to your liking?”

“Yes, neighbor!” I spoke up and enunciated.

Siobhan nodded vigorously, twisting her arm to give as high a thumbs up as she could from her current position.

Aran’s hands landed on both my shoulders and pulled up on the right one, clearly prompting me to roll over. I obeyed, and the firm guidance of his hands continued, pulling me toward the upper edge of the table.

I shuffled my way back, and Aran cradled my head in his hands to lower it slowly over the edge.

I twisted my neck to see Siobhan’s smiling face dangling next to mine, her blonde waves of hair cascading dramatically almost to the floor.

“First lesson of giving a good massage,” said Gloria. “Getting deep is all about position.”

She circled around the table to stand in front of us, wiggling her hips so that her cock bobbed back and forth between pointing at each of us, almost like a spinner for some wonderful party game.

At last, she settled on me, put her hand under her shaft for support, and pressed the tip to my lips. I held them together only long enough to kiss her smooth, warm skin before parting them for her.

She went slowly at first, dipping her way in and out of my mouth, barely another half-inch deeper each time, giving me plenty of time to slide my tongue all over the length she gave me, smoothing and moistening her way.

Then she went deeper, pushing steadily until I could feel the curve of her pressing down against the entrance to my throat.

She was right, of course, it really was all about position.

“Oh, you’re so open,” Gloria sighed with delight. “So soft. I was wondering if you were going to need more practice for this part.”

I would have thanked her for the compliment if I could speak. It wasn’t my first time taking a cock this deep, but it wasn’t exactly part of my everyday routine, either. I focused on my breath, on relaxing through the thrilling vulnerability of the sensation.

Gloria pulled back a few inches and thrusted back in, very gently at first, then more firmly.

Aran’s hands were on my thighs, alternating between kneading the tight muscles closest to my knees and teasing their way up to my balls, my pubic thatch, the very base of my now rock-hard shaft, but never higher.

A third hand traced the lines of my chest muscles, and it took me half a second to recognize it as Siobhan’s.

“Go ahead and enjoy each other,” Gloria encouraged. “It’s your anniversary. Just don’t spoil your appetites.”

Siobhan’s touch got less sneaky, more open, and she felt her way over my muscles, being sure to brush both nipples on her way. Fumbling blind and one-handed so as not to interfere with Gloria’s steady, rhythmic use of my throat, I groped Siobhan in kind, managing to get my hand right over one of her generous breasts. I tensed my palm around the nipple like a magician hiding a coin.

“Mmm, you two are such a feast,” said Gloria. “Whatever luscious part I dig into, I feel like I’m missing out on so much more.”

She pulled all the way out of my mouth and brought her still wet cock to Siobhan’s. Siobhan opened up as readily as I had. Gloria thrusted a little less cautiously into her throat, rightly guessing that Siobhan had plenty of experience with positions much like this one.

“Tell me about it,” I said. “I feel that way making love to just Siobhan alone.”

Gloria made a sound of overwhelming cuteness at this and stroked each of our cheeks with the backs of her hands.

Madee nudged my hand aside to take full dominion of Siobhan’s breasts for herself. “Look at these incredible tits.”

“Right?” said Gloria, putting her hands on top of Madee’s, still steadily fucking Siobhan’s hanging mouth.

Siobhan risked a deep chest sound with a rhythm to it that might have been something like “Thank you” as well.

Gloria sighed, gave one more thrust into Siobhan’s throat, and pulled out of her as well, still dripping and hard.

“I understand the two of you have a second reservation to get to after this,” said Gloria.

“Uh, yeah, we do, at eight.” I looked to Siobhan. “But if we wanted to move it to tomorrow, we probably still could—”

“Oh, no, you’ll be on time for dinner, don’t you worry,” said Gloria. “In fact, we’re going to make sure you show up looking fucking delectable.”

She nodded to Aran and Madee, who tugged us fully back onto the table and then withdrew to the dresser at the side of the room. They opened the two wide drawers at the bottom and began laying out a bounty of lush fabrics and grooming tools. There was a full tuxedo, an asymmetrical little black dress, a rainbow of makeups, soaps, shampoos, and a pair of razors.

Aran began mixing a shaving lather scented with jasmine and lemongrass, and stood over my bare legs with a questioning quirk of one eyebrow.

I nodded.

“Am I going to be showing a lot of leg in the restaurant tonight?” I asked, eyeing the tux and dress, not completely certain yet which one was meant for me.

“I doubt it,” said Aran. “When you get home after the restaurant, on the other hand….”

“Fair enough,” I said.

Madee ran a hand up Siobhan’s already freshly shaven legs.

“Beautifully done,” she said. “You’re ready for these to slide right on.”

She brought over a pair of lacy thigh-high stockings. No, two pairs. The scarlet pair she separated and began rolling one of them up to slip over Siobhan’s toes. The powder blue pair she set out within Aran’s easy reach.

My whole body was charged and vibrating with awe at the perfection of the situation, as Madee stretched the scarlet stockings all the way up Siobhan’s thighs, and Aran wiped away my leg hair in spotless, painless strips.

I looked up at Gloria, who was idly stroking herself at the head of the table, watching as well.

“How did you know?” I asked.

Gloria snorted. “Fishing for compliments? Fine. You are extraordinarily gifted at dropping hints about your proclivities, Conner. Especially after a drink or two.”

“But they’re even my favorite color.”

“You don’t say.” Gloria sauntered over to the dresser and carefully adjusted the position of the blue tie I’d originally been planning to wear this evening.

Aran wiped down my newly extra-naked legs with a towel and began rolling the blue stockings up into place. They were strong and smooth, clearly good quality, with just enough of a sensation of near-microscopic pinching to force my awareness back to them as I shifted position.

“Ugh, you’ve got me obsessed with these, now!” Gloria strode over to Siobhan and clutched both her shiny, oiled breasts in her hands.

“Yeah, they can have that effect,” Siobhan chuckled proudly.

Gloria pulled Siobhan partway onto her side, squeezed her breasts together, and ground herself against the deep valley of her cleavage.

“I just… can’t… get… enough of them,” Gloria grunted with her thrusts.

Siobhan propped herself up to help, holding her breasts together with her own hands. “That’s okay,” she said. “They’re not going anywhere just yet.”

“Looks like you’re in danger of spoiling your appetite,” I teased Gloria.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” she said. “I’m insatiable. It’s a gift.”

“Hold these right here,” Aran instructed me, bringing my hands to the outer hems of my own stockings.

I held them while Aran made unnecessary-seeming adjustments to the way the elastic sat against my inner thighs. I was almost certain he was just ordering my hands away from my own heavily dripping cock. I lay perfectly, obediently still and watched Gloria titty-fuck my girlfriend, until she gasped and streaked her chest and neck with warm cum.

“If we keep getting dressed like this, we’re going to end up ruining all those pretty clothes,” I pointed out, craning my neck to look at the rest of the scarlet and blue lingerie sets awaiting us, and then all the black formalwear that always held on to cum stains with monumental stubbornness.

We’d learned that lesson for ourselves more than once before, and eventually it had sunk in.

“You’re right, of course,” Gloria panted blissfully. “You’re going to be two perfect little dolls by the time we’re done with you, not a hair or a stitch out of place, and certainly no suspicious-looking stains. Which means we’d better not dress you up any further until you’ve had a proper fuck first.”

Insatiable was right. Gloria’s cock was already twitching again at the thought.

Aran guided us to roll over once more, while Madee opened one more drawer of the dresser, breaking out a set of heavy, riveted leather restraints. She fed them down through gaps in the massage table’s cushioning, through extra holes I hadn’t even noticed in the table itself.

Buckles clasped around both my legs, just below the knee, and around Siobhan’s beside me, close enough that she could still nudge my foot affectionately with hers.

Aran and Madee took us by the hips and guided our asses skyward. We followed along, offering up our wrists to be bound behind us at the first hint that we should.

Once we were secured in place, Aran and Madee made their way to the sink and began moistening washcloths, as thick and lush as the towels.

Siobhan was so wet that I could actually hear her dripping onto the cushions beneath us. My cock was throbbing, desperate to grind against anything other than my stockinged thighs. The whole concept of trying to hide it felt like an absurd distant memory.

Gloria was circling us, rubbing down her fully recharged erection with the slick contents of one of the bottles by the sink.

“Eenie…” she slapped Siobhan’s ass with what sounded like full force.

Siobhan moaned with approval.

“Meenie…” Gloria slapped me next. She was strong, and I felt my skin redden in one hit, though I couldn’t yet see it.

Siobhan and I each rested on one load-bearing cheek, faces angled toward each other.

“Miney….”

I did get to see Siobhan’s eyes flash with excitement on the second impact.

“Moe!” Gloria exclaimed, with a final, claiming spank to the untouched side of my ass.

She hopped up onto the table behind me, inserting her knees between my bound ones and rubbing her hardness against my ass, sharing her slickness with me before lining up her aim to probe my entrance.

“Your turn’s coming,” she assured Siobhan, with one more smack for her.

“Happy anniversary." I inched my way forward to kiss Siobhan.

“Happy anniversary.” She kissed me back, clumsy and hard and tasting of Gloria’s scent.

“I love you.”

“So much,” she finished for me, our lips still tripping over each other’s.

I moaned against her mouth as Gloria thrusted her way inside.

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