Note: This series takes a lot of turns, and it's not always easy to pick a category. So be forewarned that there's male/male play in this chapter, along with a few other things. It's really just a romance with lots of wild sex. So it's probably good to just be prepared for anything.
Lizzy and I were in bed in the dark, and for the third or fourth time this week she was recounting to me her ever-expanding list of things she'd consider doing, now that we'd apparently lost our minds. There was a good deal of bondage ("for me and for you"), paddling and spanking ("same"), watersports ("mostly me peeing in your mouth, or maybe Dee's if she'll let me"), exhibitionism and public sex, and fisting ("we'll start with me fisting you and then go from there"), and she still wasn't done.
"Anal," she said, with a little sigh.
"We already do that," I said.
"I meant," she said. "Well, never mind."
"You mean me. Lizzy, I'm not letting Ray fuck me."
"Not
Ray
," she said. "I mean, I'd love that,
Dee
would love that, certainly it's been, uh, discussed?"
"Not up for discussion," I said.
"Baby," she said, and I couldn't tell from her voice if it was meant to be an endearment. "Anyway, moving on."
"Thanks."
"Oral," she said. "What about me giving oral to another guy? A total stranger. Like Peter, but not Peter."
"Thanks." I thought about it. "With me there, right?"
"Sure!" She curled into me and took my cock in her hand, bringing it to life easily, and whispered, "You can watch my lips close around that big dick, and see me slobber all over it as I work my way down..."
"So now it's a
big
dick," I said.
"More fat than long," she said. "And he's got huge balls that bang against my face," she added with a giggle. I moved my hand between her legs, where she was getting hotter and wetter by the second.
"I guess it's fair," I said. "You did watch me do it. Twice."
She squeezed my cock, hard, and said, "Fuck that was so hot. Watching you, especially in the car when you didn't even
know
I was watching, oh my god..."
She rolled over and in an instant she was on top of me, guiding me inside her soaked pussy. We both groaned as she brought her ass down, and then we started to move.
"My baby," she said, putting her hands on my chest as I squeezed her hips. "Can you picture that... his fat... hard... dick... driving into my mouth..."
I fucked her harder, and she squealed a little as she almost lost her balance, then righted herself. "That's so good," she purred. "My pussy is so good, Tommy, isn't it..."
"It is," I breathed.
"And he'll want it too, won't he... when he's had enough of my mouth... he'll want to get a taste of what you have all the time... he'll want... he'll want..."
"I know," I said, and pulled her down so I could kiss her.
*
The next Friday was our anniversary. For a few years now we'd been following the same tradition: we'd check into a hotel in the city, get a couples massage, then come back to the room with a bottle of champagne and fool around for the rest of the afternoon. Then we'd wake, shower, and hop from bar to bar until everything closed down.
I half-expected Lizzy to propose something outrageous, but if she had her heart set on something more adventurous, she didn't mention it, and she seemed to be her usual happy self on the drive in. I didn't tell her that I'd brought along a few surprises, packed discreetly at the bottom of my overnight bag. Among the surprises was an anal hook that you could attach to a chain and link to a dog collar. Not that Lizzy needed to be trained to keep her ass up, but I thought it would be fun to try. Especially with her framed in the window. She was an exhibitionist at heart.
We checked in and dropped off our bags, then took a quick, gropy shower before heading off to the massages.
"Different spa," I said, after the third or fourth turn.
"Couldn't get an appointment at Mel's, sorry," Lizzy said. "We can cancel if you want...?"
I said I was game as long as there was nudity involved.
"This is professional," she reminded me. As she said it, she walked a few steps ahead and lifted her skirt, revealing her bare ass.
"You're gonna cause an accident there, kid," I said.
"An accident in your pants, Bogie," she replied. "Come on, we'll be late."
*
If the spa had a name, I couldn't find it.
It looked like a spa, sort of. The place was a converted office space with brick walls, and tall ceilings with exposed pipes. But there was a nice enough desk in the entryway, and one of those waterfall sculptures to complement the spa music coming in through the speakers.
Lizzy checked us in with the receptionist, a redhead with glasses and her hair tied back in a ponytail. She led us down a hallway past numbered doors, until we came to the last room.
As she showed us around and pointed out the shower and post-massage robes, I noticed that the two massage chairs were positioned in opposite directions, though they were only a few feet apart.
"We've found that this offers the most rewarding overall experience for our clients," the redhead explained, a little cryptically. She told us to take our time getting undressed, and to lay on our stomachs under the sheets to begin. The masseurs would be in shortly.
"Masseurs," I said, when the door was closed and Lizzy and I were alone. We'd always had women for our couples massages in the past.
"They came highly recommended," Lizzy said, stripping out of her clothes. "I didn't think it was that big a deal."
"Just surprised. Not that I don't trust you."
Another quiet giggle as she settled down on the bed and tucked herself under the thin sheet. "Love you baby," she said.
I told her I loved her back, and got under the sheet myself. The lights were low and I had to admit that it really was relaxing. Plus I'd probably be able to watch Lizzy's legs get massaged, which would be fun. Even if it was another guy doing the massaging.
Our masseurs came in and introduced themselves: Nikolai for Lizzy, and Alec for me. Both looked and sounded Russian, and they were a good bit older than I would have expected for masseurs. Older and thicker. Nikolai especially had a few extra pounds on him, along with a face grizzled with white whiskers. Alec was clean-shaven and tall, with dark, almost mournful eyes.
Still, I trusted Lizzy. If she said they were highly recommended, then I wasn't going to worry. I put my head down on the table, let the music take me down, and settled in for the massage.
Alec's hands on my legs and thighs were a little rougher than I was used to, but it felt good. I decided I could get used to a man giving me a massage. And I liked having such a good view of Lizzy's gorgeous legs, spread slightly apart on the table as Nikolai lifted first one at the knee, then the other. Her little moans came through even though our heads were at opposite ends, telling me she was enjoying it too.
Nikolai kept moving his hands up her thighs, and I was surprised when he pushed the sheet all the way up to her waist, exposing her naked ass completely. Usually everything stays covered except the part being massaged. It's unusual to be fully exposed, as she was from the waist down. As Nikolai began kneading the cheeks of her ass, I realized that I was getting the same treatment. The sheet had been pulled all the way up, and a pair of strong hands began working my butt.