I knocked on the door, the purple paint standing out against the olive concrete walls of the business park. My hand felt a squeeze, and I gave my wife Cathy a smile. I watched her eyes dart between the door and our car, then return to me. Squeezing her back with my free arm, the door opened.
"Welcome! Please come in!" a raven haired woman greeted us. "It's a little chilly out today. I have the room nice and warm for you." Her smile stretched her fine features under her dark-rimmed glasses. Her light skin tone contrasted with the light red lip gloss and eyeliner highlighting her face.
"Thank you, and it's great to see you again," I replied, applying pressure to Cathy's back helping her through the door. "This is my wife Cathy." As Cathy took our host's hand, I continued the introductions. "Cathy, meet Sirene."
"I'm so happy to meet you, Cathy. Can I take your jackets?" I closed the purple door behind us as we stepped through a typical indoor wood-paneled door into a room about the size of a two-car garage. Thin curtains covered the front windows, but along with the skylight, the room was light and inviting. A basic tan fabric couch sat along one side with a coat rack where Sirene hung our jackets. Her straight black hair reached below her shoulders, longer than Cathy's sandy brown curls or my short-cropped dirty blonde mop.
"This is a cozy place," Cathy observed. She was looking around at the furnishings. By the window was a small desk and classic privacy screen with oriental images painted on the black background folded out to partition the room. Along the back was a door slightly open, revealing a restroom and a queen-sized bed surrounded by wall hangings with woven or embroidered Kama Sutra images. "I wasn't sure what to expect, but I like how you've given it some warmth and made it so inviting."
Sirene smiled and bowed her head slightly. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you're comfortable. It took a while to be happy with the decor." Sirene watched Cathy for a moment as my hand rubbed her shoulder before she turned back to us. "I want you to be at ease here. Do you need a minute or want to ask me anything?"
Cathy glanced down and smiled in embarrassment. "I'm alright, it's just a novel experience for me."
I let Sirene take the lead again. I'd been through the discussion enough times before Cathy agreed to this adventure. She took Cathy's hands in hers and looked into her eyes. "This is all about relaxing and enjoying the moment. If you're apprehensive or need a minute to get to know me better, I'm happy to sit and chat for a few. Would that help?"
Cathy inhaled deeper than usual and smiled. "No, I think I'll be fine. We can talk while we get ready, if you're alright with that."
"Of course! I'd love to get to know you better, too. Ask anything while we all get ready." Sirene released Cathy's hands as she turned and walked behind the privacy screen. "Is there a burning question on your mind?"
Cathy and I sat down on the couch and began removing our shoes. "Yes, and no. We've been over this enough, but somehow I still wasn't sure what to expect. Does that make sense?" she asked Sirene as she pulled her mock turtleneck over her head, revealing her lacy 38D bra.
Sirene laughed in understanding. "Of course it does. A new experience is always like that. Everything here is safe and you are in control," she explained as I watched Cathy slide her jeans off and fold them, setting them on the couch by her other clothes. I admired her lacy panties that hugged her curves and couldn't resist a light caress following the edges around her cheeks. Cathy looked at me and smiled before leaning down to kiss me. "We'll only go forward if you're comfortable," Sirene continued as she emerged from behind the privacy screen, her naked skin displaying the intricate tattoo of bird feathers on her thighs that wrapped around her hips and up her back to the shoulders where they changed into wings that seemed to flap as she moved her arms.
I admired her figure. The athletic toning and lack of tan lines helped me push harder against my underwear. Cathy kneeled down and tapped my erection. "I think someone's comfortable enough already. I might have to steal the spotlight back again, if you don't mind."
Sirene made a knowing smile. "Please, feel free."
Cathy reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall free into my lap. She was bigger than Sirene. Her luscious boobs brought my attention right back to her. She stood again and spread her legs to shoulder width, running her fingers through my hair. "Want to do the honors for what's left?" My fingers moved around and under the lace clinging to Cathy's hips before pulling her panties down and helping her step out of them. "Your turn, Mister Modesty," she teased. I stood and let her remove my last clothing, my hard dick waving in her face. She leaned forward and kissed my tip as she held the shaft, making my knees weak. "Happy birthday, babe. I love you."
I sighed my complete happiness that came with living together. "I love you too, more than words can say."