Wor Life Balance

Work had been a nightmare. A she sat on the train heading into Brooklyn, Claire took the time to check in with her aching body, excited for her upcoming massage therapy session. On paper, Sales Specialist at a boutique furniture store didn't seem like it would be a physically demanding job, but six months in Claire found herself stuck with carrying and lifting the furniture to and from their respective displays and storage units. Quietly, she suspected her peers volunteered her for the job because they enjoyed watching her sweat a little, but for the most part they kept their appreciation of her physique to themselves. For the most part. And then there was Alex. He was the worst, and he'd made her day especially awful.

Alex was a senior sales member and, to put it bluntly, he was awful. Claire had long ago gotten used to her body attracting men's attention, no matter what she wore. At work she was stuck with black slacks that clung to the shape of her round behind perfectly, and the standard-issue polo that strained to contain her large chest. Customers and coworkers alike would steal glances at her body when they hoped she wasn't looking, and Claire suspected the outfit helped with her high customer satisfaction rating. Alex was much less subtle.

Her first day on the floor, Alex had asked her out, very much ignoring the wedding ring she tried to casually wave in his face. Undeterred, he insisted she join him for a drink, very obviously looking over her body with a hunger that made her skin crawl. She turned him down, but in the following weeks it became clear he had interpreted the rejection as more of a challenge. Beyond the constant leers, and a few times she could have sworn he'd taken a photo of her as she was bending down, he'd recently started a campaign of casually brushing against her. Alex never crossed into overt sexual harassment, there was always plausible deniability, but he clearly getting a kick out of how much it bothered her. If the company HAD had a half-decent HR department, Claire fantasized that Alex would have been fired long before her arrival.

Today he'd crossed the line, and Claire's blood still boiled thinking about it. First, when she entered the employee locker room, he was in the middle of changing and turned to watch her enter. His undershirt left little to the imagination, his physique clearly something he was proud of. Before Claire could process what he was doing, he "accidentally" let his slacks fall to the floor, revealing an obscene bulge in his boxers. Claire had quickly turned away, but not before registering the monstrous size of his package. He laughed it off, of course, saying "you're welcome" through a shit-eating grin. Not two hours later, in a lull between customers, he pulled her into his lap "as a joke" on one of the showroom chairs. She yelped, drawing a laugh from her other colleagues, and struggled back to her feet, peeling away from him. She could still feel his fingers where they had rested on her sides, and where he'd brushed against the underside of one of her heavy breasts. She had also felt the bulge nestle briefly between her ass cheeks. With her other coworkers nearby and customers coming in, she held off on saying anything and smiled coldly, stepping off the floor to collect herself.

At the end of the day before clocking out, Claire found herself again alone with Alex in the employee locker room. She did her best to imagine he wasn't there, but soon he was towering over her, leaning against the locker next to hers.

"You go to the gym, right? You ever need someone to spot you?" He asked, staring obviously at her ass, "I'm sure we could work up a sweat together."

"I'm not interested, Alex, and when I DO need company my husband is more than enough."

Claire glanced up at him to see how her words had landed. He was smiling.

"Yeah somehow I doubt that. I'd love to give that mouth and throat a workout."

The vulgarity of the comment caught her utterly off guard- he'd always been a creep but this was a new level altogether!

"You fucking jackass! I wouldn't do anything with you in a thousand years and I should get you fired for being so-"

Before she could finish he'd already turned and sauntered off, still smiling. Fuming, Claire grabbed her things and stormed out. What a prick.

On the way to the train station, she considered for the thousandth time telling her husband about Alex's behavior. Her husband was a deeply kind and loving man, but naïve to how so many men saw his voluptuous wife. They had a healthy sex life but the depravity of the world was beyond him- he thought in terms of "making love" where men like Alex "fucked". He was also the sort to resolve issues through well-meaning discourse and she doubted that tactic would work on Alex. Ultimately, even today's outrageous behavior didn't quite justify getting her husband involved, and Claire hoped she could resolve this on her own, once she'd had some time to calm down and make a plan.

The train came to her stop so Claire gathered her things, stood up and got off. The heavy lifting during the day and the encounter with Alex had left iron knots of tension in her neck and shoulders and she was excited for her weekly massage. The physical therapy clinic she went to wasn't ideal- the employees were mostly men, her age or younger, and the establishment had a toxic bro culture she considered utterly juvenile- but it was included in her benefits package, and although the masseuses clearly enjoyed working on her body a bit more than was professionally appropriate, she couldn't deny how skilled they were and how much of a difference the sessions made. Entering through the sliding doors, she was delighted to see Benny at the front desk.

Besides her husband, of course, Benny was the only man in her life she fully trusted. She'd never caught him ogling her, and when she needed someone to quickly vent to he was always willing to listen. He was also the only nice guy at the clinic, and she made an effort to ask him about his life whenever possible.

"Hey Benny, great to see you!" She nearly sang, smiling. Benny blushed, "Great to see you too, Claire! How are you today?" He was so nice.

Claire considered telling him about Alex but everyone at her job used the same clinic it felt a bit too close to home. "Ehh, it was a tough day, I'm looking forward to relaxing tonight."

Benny nodded sympathetically. "Well, it's been a slow night so the room's open if you want to get situated early- you're in room 6. Also as a heads up, you'll be our last appointment for the day, we're closing a bit early so they can do some renovations. It shouldn't affect your experience, just letting you know!"

"Sounds good! Thanks Benny, I'll say hi on my way out if you're still around."

Claire, refreshed by the chat with Benny, headed down the hallway toward the private rooms. Room six was one of the furthest back in the building, but like all the others was tidy and well furnished, with tasteful wooden accents that made you feel immediately at ease. She dropped her bag on a chair and snagged one of the gowns they provided their clients. The masseuse would knock when he arrived so she had some private time to get in the right headspace for the session.

Behind the changing screen, she dropped her coat, pulled off her polo, and unhooked her bra, sighing with relief as the restrictive garment fell away from her body. Pulling her slacks down over her full behind she took a moment to appreciate her body in the mirror. Claire was just shy of 5'8", lean with a flat stomach, only offset by heavy dew drop breasts. She'd never taken fitness super seriously, but at work and through her hobbies she managed to stay in good shape. Although she knew being heavier might make her less appealing to men, and what a relief THAT would be, she worried her chest would also get larger, so for now she was happy. Turning, her firm round ass met strong, slender legs. Combined with her dark straight hair, sultry blue eyes and sensual full lips, she knew she was a knockout, and only resented it on days like today with men like Alex. For a moment she used both hands to press her huge breasts together, making a sensual face. Alex would die to glimpse her like this, she knew, that jackass. Well too bad for him.

She pulled the silky robe on and cinched the waist, making sure everything was tucked modestly away. A few minutes later there was a polite knock on the door.

"Come on in," she called out, tucking her clothes and bag into one of the cubbies. The door opened and closed, and when she turned, she was surprised to find Adam and Brian politely waiting.

Among the various guys at the Clinic, Adam and Brian were two of the more troublesome. They'd never done anything explicitly inappropriate, but both stole glances at Claire's body more often than she'd prefer and she caught them talking about her in hushed tones a few times. Their attraction to her and Claire being nearly naked with them as they massaged her left her feeling a little guilty, although on paper she wasn't doing anything wrong. Claire also didn't say anything when their hands went a little high on her thighs or a little low on her chest- a bit of light teasing turned her on and wasn't wholly unpleasant. Her husband certainly didn't complain when she came home, fired up and ready to go.

"Wha-" she began, but Brian spoke, preempting her question.

"We don't have any other clients at the moment, so here we both are!"

Claire was confused, but, unsure of what to say about it, she acquiesced and took a seat on the massage table, expecting one of them to excuse himself... eventually. Instead, Brian started setting up the scented candles and ambience while Adam stepped over, directing her to get in position on the table. She lay face down on the table, untied her robe and allowed Adam to pull it off of her as he placed a towel midway on her body, protecting her modesty. She had been in this position many times with each of them, so it wasn't much different having both of them present, she supposed.

As she settled into position, she heard the faint slap of skin on skin followed by hushed cheering. Confused, she lifted her head and turned, only to find Brian and Adam playing rock paper scissors.

"Um EXCUSE ME," she started, "you are NOT seriously deciding who gets to massage me, are you?" After dealing with Alex, this was too much. Adam, not looking particularly abashed, apologized, explaining she was one of their favorite clients for obvious reasons. Brian was still smiling.

Claire stared at the boys, dumbfounded. "Fucking fine, whatever. But I get to decide. Adam, you're up, it's been a while and you have bigger hands." Adam pumped his fist and jostled Brian amicably before moving into position. Brian slumped, defeated, into the chair by the door, taking out his phone. Adam's fingers sank into her shoulders and she relaxed her neck. His strong hands immediately did wonders for the stress the day had accumulated.

He started at the middle of her back and made a thorough circuit up through her shoulders, down her arms, down to her calves and then up to the backs of her thighs. Despite herself, Claire felt a warmth in her lower belly at his touch-- his big hands were able to sink so beautifully into her tired legs. She suspected Adam's view was pretty good as he stood over her, her strong thighs and narrow waist teasing what was hidden by her towel, so she didn't begrudge him for lingering on her legs a little longer than necessary.

Returning to her back, Adam began a wider sweep of her aching muscles and Claire was in heaven. So much so she almost didn't say anything when his fingers wandered a bit far down her sides, brushing across the soft, pillowy sides of her breasts.

"Watch it buddy," she murmured drowsily. Adam didn't reply, but his touch retreated and he moved to her lower back, so she relaxed, taking a deep breath and letting him work. He adjusted her towel and went back to work on her lower back, his thumbs teasing the dimples near her tailbone. The release of tension was divine, and again Claire began to feel wetness building between her legs. She looked forward to heading home, where maybe she could convince her husband to spend some quality time with her, it had been a little while.

Adam paused his massage to get some more oil and Claire peeked toward Brian, who was texting away on his phone, a grin plastered on his face. Well I'm glad he's enjoying the show, she thought. Having an audience was surprisingly exciting, and again the warmth in her groin began to swell. As Adam's hands returned to Claire's back, his voice startled her, booming after the relative silence of the massage.

"Brian and I have been performing tandem massages for select guests to rave reviews. Since he's here, do you want him to join in? You can stop at any time, but apparently four hands are better than two." Claire thought about the offer, the naughty part of her imagination leaping forward. Calm down, Claire. You're married.

"I suspect there's a pattern to which guests you've selected but sure, while he's here he may as well be working. But no funny business." Her voice trailed off at the end, her mind filling with lewd thoughts. Maybe tonight she and her husband could bring out a dildo tonight for a simulated threesome? She'd always had fantasies about being taken by two men but the logistics were so messy and she doubted her Husband would be interested in something so far off the beaten path.

Brian leapt up, putting his phone back in his pocket and grabbing some oil. Soon, Claire had four hands working over her body and sure enough, it was incredible. As Adam switched positions Brian would dig in and visa versa, such that the pleasure and tingles never stopped. Adam adjusted her towel higher again, and she realized at this point, her ass was likely on display for the men, but the feelings were so good she let them have their view. A little treat for this lovely treatment, she thought with a smile. Their fingers also occasionally grazed the sides of her breasts but at this point she almost welcomed the touch, her libido surging under their attention.

Brian and Adam were in heaven. Between touching the sides of her massive tits and staring at her round thick ass as they worked, they couldn't believe their luck. Her clothes were always so damned modest, but from stolen glances here and there and from her previous massages they knew she had an amazing body. Adam shifted to the end of the table to push up on the backs of her thighs and Brian moved around to stand at her head, working on her upper shoulders and neck. From his new vantage, Adam could see Claire's pussy through her panties, and could see the beginnings of her wetness as he massaged her legs. Taking a chance, he let his hands push forward up onto the cheeks of her ass, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh, but rolling them, massaging the muscle underneath. Claire didn't say anything so he continued.

When Adam's hands slid onto her ass cheeks Claire nearly stopped the massage. Nearly. She had almost moaned with how good it felt, and she was definitely losing herself to some unspoken fantasies. Nevertheless, Adam seemed to be performing his duties as a masseuse so she let him continue, his strong hands kneading her with practiced confidence. As his thumbs hooked under each cheek, she may have even tilted her hips forward to give him better access, but at this point it may have been her imagination. She had no idea there was so much tension in her rear, and with Brians fingers sliding along her neck, she felt dizzy with pleasure.

With her hips forward, Adam was now staring directly at her wet pussy through her soaked panties, and decided if they were going to do this, now was the time to push everything into overdrive. With a nod to Brian, he began spreading Claire's ass with each press, his thumbs driving closer and closer to her pussy. Brian started focusing his touch more on the erogenous zones of Claire's neck, not only to distract from Adam's progress but to heighten her pleasure and drag her more on board with this plan. Both men smiled when they heard a soft moan, her breaths getting deeper and more urgent. It was happening. The hottest chick they'd ever seen was about to be theirs.

Claire felt her control of the situation evaporating as Adams fingers began brushing her pussy on each pass, an orgasm building steadily in her groin. Was that even possible? She so seldom came when she was with her husband and normally only during penetration-- did these two really know her body that well? She let out another moan and, despite thoughts of her husband waiting for her at home, she tilted her hips another inch forward. She didn't know where this was going, but knew she was close and had to cum.

Her second adjustment was all the invitation Adam needed. He pulled her panties aside and began circling her clit with his thumb. When she still didn't stop him, he pushed a finger deep into Claire's soaking pussy. She let out a guttural moan, making the young men smile. Brian massaged her back, more deliberately stroking the pillowy sides of her tits and Adam began massaging her asshole with his other hand. She pushed to adjust herself on the table but Brian pressed gently down, both massaging her and keeping her in place, her ass rising from the table another few inches. Soon, she was panting, and Adam added another finger, the small room filling with the sound of her wetness and breathing. Lubricated with massage oil, Adam slipped his thumb fully into Claire's ass, and she was cumming.

Claire saw stars. It was the biggest orgasm she'd ever experienced, and it washed over all of her doubts and inhibitions. It was worth it. Somehow it was all worth it. Even her ass, which she'd never played with was sending sparks of pleasure searing through her. Her eyes refused to focus as the strength left her body, she was on a different planet entirely. She felt her body being turned over, her heavy tits rolling into the open, her panties and towel fully removed. Whatever happened now happened, luckily it was just these two and the fallout could maybe be contained.

Brian and Adam looked at each other before looking down at Claire's nude body, fully exposed to them for the first time. Her tits were more glorious than they'd ever imagined, so full and round, even on her back, with small pink nipples and a light layer of sweat from her orgasm. Between her flat stomach, toned legs and beautiful shaved pussy, they'd never seen anyone like her, not in porn, or in person. Brian quickly pulled his phone out and began taking pictures. Claire didn't seem to notice, and with photo-duty covered, Adam got to work.

In her daze, Claire felt her leg being bent and moved out of the way, and soon a tongue was teasing her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm. She gripped the table as her breathing quickened, was she about to cum again? She was vaguely aware of Brian above her, but she looked down to where Adam had wedged himself, eating her out better than she'd ever been before. Where did he learn to do that so well? She closed her eyes, moaning as he succeeded in stirring her up again. As Adam's tongue circled her clit he slipped his thumb back into her ass and three fingers into her pussy. She could feel another orgasm beginning to build.

Brian sent off a couple of the images and then began caressing Claire's tits. They were unbelievably soft, his hands sank into them obscenely, and pinching her nipples elicited pleasurable gasps. He also found she responded well to a hand around her neck. Who knew she was such a kinky slut? As he choked her, he slipped a thumb into her mouth and her moaning intensified, her tongue swirling around the invasive object. She'd clearly given in to every desire and was theirs to play with.