4 comments/ 54479 views/ 1 favorites Credit Refused By: Alexandra Lately work has been a little slow, and in consequence the income from my lingerie business has been down. I'm not sure why, but even a widely advertised markdown sale hasn't seemed to boost things. But I have tried not to worry too much and so far I have been able to gain extensions of credit from my suppliers, though the fact that the bank won't increase my business credit any further has stressed me out somewhat. Still, that's why I visit Siobhan's Health Spa every Friday at seven p.m. It's the end of the week and a full hour's massage is the perfect stress relief and start to the weekend. For the late night shopping on Friday and for the Saturday morning session I employ Neena, a final year fashion design student. It gives me a sense of normality in my life not having to work over the weekend. Of course, she is another cost to the business and may have to go if things don't improve soon. Sitting at my desk, watching the hands on the office clock drag towards seven, the thought that in a week or two I may have to stay until ten then return on the Saturday made my stress levels rise considerably. With ten minutes to go I switched my computer off and rose with a sigh. My back was sore and the thought of an hour under Jordan's firm but expert hands lightened my mood. I grabbed my handbag from the hook near the office door and strode out into the shop, fixing my easy going, slightly sexy smile into place. It really doesn't matter whether men or women are the customer in my shop, I know they want to be put at ease and that the hint of sex, abundant amongst the cotton, lace and satin lingerie on display, should emanate from me too. There was only one customer in the store, a businessman in a slightly rumpled but expensive looking suit and Neena stood close to him, holding up several garments for his perusal. His eyes jumped to me and I felt his gaze sweep my body, taking in my long black hair, dark eyes and of course pausing ever so slightly at my cleavage. I'm not amply endowed, in fact I have trouble deciding between a C cup or a B cup. Today, as in most days in the shop, I was wearing a B. The extra tightness pushes my breasts together and up, forming a slight overspill of flesh and I was wearing a business shirt that was open far enough to offer him, and other customers, a glimpse of cleavage. Men in particular would buy more when I showed more. Not slutty, never that, though it would work with the men. But seventy five percent of my customers are women, and most would be put off by a sluttily dressed saleswoman. I had instructed Neena carefully on the art of dressing for this business. She was a busty redhead, freckled skin and wide spaced green eyes. I had selected her primarily on looks, an option never to be discounted in this business, but like all businesses, a practice never to be admitted too. She sold enough to make me reluctant to let her go, even in this current economic climate and looking at the gaze of her solitary customer was fairly certain she was about to make another sale. I walked across to them, my eyes never leaving the customer's face. I rested a hand on Neena's shoulder and broke eye contact with him as she turned towards me. 'Bye Neena, call me tomorrow if there are any problems.' I stood closer to her than I needed to, but I wasn't harassing her. By any workplace code of conduct my actions in touching her and standing so close could have been defined as sexual harassment, but we both knew that it was part of the sales game. A businessman, buying some lingerie for a wife or mistress would have his peccadillos tickled by the hint of intimacy between us. I smiled at him again and swept from the shop, feeling a little better about life. *** Entering the relaxing reception area of Siobhan's spa my stress levels began to ease, anticipating as it were, the forthcoming massage. Siobhan wasn't at her usual place behind the counter so I sat in one of the comfortable chairs, reaching forward to pick up a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine. The only other occupant in the waiting area was an elderly man who was a regular. I had struck up a conversation with him one day and found that he was here three times a week to have the rheumatism massaged out of his legs and feet. At the time I had thought that such a problem would have been better dealt with by a doctor or physio, but then considered that the hands of Siobhan would be healing in themselves. We exchanged a polite smile and I opened the magazine. Part of me felt guilty, I knew that he was a lonely person and loved a chat. But I wasn't in the mood and besides, Jordan was likely to appear in a moment or two to summon me. 'Hello Alexandra, how are you?' It was Siobhan's voice, not Jordan's, that made me look up. Her full lipped smile greeted me as always, but there was a slight look of concern in her grey eyes. 'Could you, ah, step into the office for a moment?' 'Sure,' I replied, placing the Cosmo back onto the table. I followed her into the small office behind the reception desk, pausing as Siobhan closed the door behind me. My stress levels seemed to rise again, for despite not knowing why she wanted to talk to me, the fact that the conversation was to be conducted behind closed doors was somewhat disconcerting. 'Have a seat,' she indicated the chair opposite the desk, before slipping into her own chair. 'Unfortunately I have some bad news for you,' she said. Siobhan looked a little uncomfortable and her eyes darted around the room, seemingly unable to hold my gaze. The smile had gone from her mouth, which I noticed for the first time formed into a natural pout rather enticingly. 'Your credit card payment was refused last week,' she rushed the words out. 'Um, we really can't provide a massage today without further payment.' She looked at me as she said this, the fine fingers of her hand brushing her long blonde hair back behind her left ear. It was an unconscious action, one I had seen many times, but endearing. Looking at her I understood why Jordan had been attracted to her and how their affair had progressed into marriage and a business partnership. It was one of the reasons why I was prepared to strip to my underwear and allow a very attractive man massage me for an hour. Siobhan's presence in the building, combined with her beauty, would prevent him from doing anything that would make me feel uncomfortable. These thoughts rushed through my head as it spun through the significance of what she had told me. 'Oh, I'm terribly sorry,' the words gushed from me. 'I've been having a hard time at the shop and must've overlooked paying it, I'm sure if you try it now, it'll be fine.' It was a lie and a stupid one. If Siobhan did try it now it would be refused. The card was nearly one thousand over the limit and I owed them plenty. 'Alex, you know we don't normally offer credit to anyone, but you've not only been one of our most regular customers, you also have brought other clients to us. But you owe us almost four hundred dollars and we just can't afford to extend that any further.' 'Oh,' I said. My gaze dropped towards the floor and I couldn't think of anything else to say. 'We can't provide further services...' Siobhan trailed off. 'Ah, no, no.' I looked up, forcing a smile onto my face. 'Look, I'll ah, do what I can over the weekend to sort things out and by Tuesday I'll get some cash to you, okay?' 'Yes, yes that would be fine.' We looked at each other for a moment and I was sure that Siobhan was about to speak, so I waited. 'Look, Alex,' she said slowly. 'We're a bit tight on the cash side too and Jordan's birthday is coming up.' I stared at her, waiting to see where this was going. 'He, um loves me in lingerie...' again she looked down. I had some idea where this was headed and smiled reassuringly. 'You'd like some lingerie in return for erasing some of my debt?' 'Yes, something like that,' she smiled. 'But there's more to it.' Siobhan glanced at her watch and I remembered the elderly man in the reception area. 'Can we work something out?' She asked. 'Definitely,' I replied. 'As I said though, Alex, there's more to it than just what I asked for.' 'Like what?' 'Well, as I said, you owe us quite a bit. To be frank, I'm not big on lingerie myself, other than for the effect it has on Jordan.' She smiled again. 'So?' 'Well, we like to fantasise and I want to make one of his fantasies come true.' I blushed. I didn't know why but I felt the redness shoot up from under my collar and fill my cheeks. I mean, I did know why, the talk of fantasies and my lingerie and the way she looked at me filled my mind with suggestions. 'What is it,' my voice had gone hoarse as I forced the words out. My head was swimming and I was glad to be sitting down. 'You employ a girl on Fridays in your shop?' 'Neena,' I said unnecessarily. 'Yes, whatever. What time does she come in?' 'Um, about two.' 'Good. Next week, sometime after ten and before two, when you have no customers, I want you to close the shop, then call me. I'm then going to send Jordan over to pick up a package for me. What I want you to do is to select three outfits for me, for him to pick from.' 'Sure, that's easy,' I replied, my mind's eye already picturing the type of outfit I would pick for her. 'I don't see why I need to shut the shop for that.' 'Because when he arrives,' she continued smoothly, 'I want you to explain that I was going to select just one. And seeing as how I was unable to come over, he'll have to do that, and the best way for him to make his selection is to see each outfit on you.' 'What?' 'I want you to model for him, I want you to be open, outgoing and a little naughty. I want each outfit to be increasingly naughty and the third one in particular very naughty.' We sat in silence for what seemed a long time, until again she looked at her watch and shifted in her chair, breaking the spell. 'Okay.' I hadn't thought about whether I'd do it, I had sat looking into her eyes trying to work out whether she had been joking or not. My agreement just spilled out. Of course I'd strip for her husband. I'd never admitted it, not even to myself, but the Friday massage was almost a sex substitute. 'He'll pick one and that will settle all your debts to date.' 'Great,' I smiled, looking away as I realised that my face was flushed, but not with embarrassment this time. It was lust. 'And I have a proposal to build up some credit for you. To the same value as your debts are now.' 'Oh,' I raised my eyebrows, though I was hardly listening. I was reconsidering which outfits I would select and model for Jordan. 'When you arrive for your appointment later that day, I want you to wear the naughtiest outfit you have. I want you to tell him that it just arrived and what he thinks of it. I want you to flirt with him, then let him massage you. Naked.' That last word cut through my thoughts. 'Naked?' 'Yes,' she said, coolly fixing me with her daring smile again. 'Sure,' I said. My mind was floating. 'Look, Jordan will be in room four as usual,' she grinned. 'Please don't say anything to Jordan, this is all going to be a surprise from me.' *** The massage by Jordan was superb as usual, but I was unable to shut down my mind completely as I normally could. I kept thinking through the details of our bartering agreement. I strove to banish all thoughts as Jordan's large hands slid firmly along my calves. The heels I wore at work weren't excessive, but over a ten hour day they were enough to make the muscles sore. 'You should wear running shoes to and from work,' his silky smooth voice gently intruded on my thoughts. His fingers were working at the knots that had formed at the base of my calves. 'Hmmm,' I replied. My tongue felt thick and I couldn't speak. His hands moved higher and I pictured the small furrow at the top of his nose as he concentrated on working the knots out. He wore his dark hair in a pony tail and he looked South American with his olive skin and dark penetrating eyes. His nose was long and straight, giving his face an aristocratic appearance. At least until he smiled, when his features lit up and he appeared open and friendly. He was, from the little I had gleaned, born in Louisiana and considered his heritage Creole. But he admitted that his childhood memories were mostly of beach towns as his father built a reputation as a guitarist. His fingers began to work on my hamstrings and towards the top of my legs. I wondered what type of lingerie he would like. Siobhan was long legged like me, but bigger in the bust, a C-cup at a guess. Her thin waist emphasised that her hips were more rounded than mine. She would look great in anything that revealed her waist, exposed lots of breast and was high on the hip to emphasise her legs. My mind drifted, imagining them together, he in a pair of white, loose linen drawstring pants, a contrast to his dark skin, her in a jade or royal blue lace outfit, contrasting with her flawless pale flesh. My heart skipped a beat or two as his hand inadvertently brushed between my legs, and I had to fight a sudden impulse to part my legs for him. My face flushed at the crudeness of my thoughts and I was glad to be lying face down. I hadn't had sex for over six weeks, and until the past few minutes I hadn't missed it. Stress and long hours did that to you I suppose. He worked his way up my spine, gently rolling me to loosen the muscles and my thoughts drifted between Siobhan's request, the cash flow crisis of my business and the powerful hands that dealt such relief. *** I spent the week in a range of moods, early depression replaced by a level of contentment as business picked up midweek. Periods of apprehension over Friday's rendezvous were replaced by an impatience as I tried to will the end of the week forward. On Thursday, when I tallied the book, I realised that not only could I pay the rent and a few of the other outstanding bills, but that I would also be able to pay Siobhan what I owed. But did I want to? And even more importantly, did she want me to? I thought not, given that she waited to tell me face to face that my credit card had bounced. Her proposal was one that couldn't be delivered over the phone with anything like the impact it had in person. Siobhan wanted to see my reaction, to know whether to push on. She couldn't do that via remote communications. So I paid the power bill with the last of the excess money, placed the three outfits I had chosen in my office, along with three identical ones with larger cup sizes, then went home knowing that I wanted to do this, not to clear debts, but to explore myself. *** Friday morning was uniquely frustrating. Six sales from nine customers dragged the day through to midday and even the ringing of the till did little to reduce my agitation. But at twelve I was able to snap shut the locks on the door and flip the sign from "Open" to "Closed". My heart was fluttering as I picked up the phone and called Siobhan. She simply thanked me and hung up and I tried to settle down to wait. Barely ten minutes later Jordan attempted to open the door, making it rattle loudly in the frame and I almost slipped over as I rushed to open it. He smiled a little uncertainly as he saw the closed sign and then slipped through the door into the shop as I held it open. My heart was a thumping cacophony and I was sure Jordan would hear it. I turned after locking the door and we faced each other for a moment. 'Um, Siobhan said you had a packet for me?' 'Uh?' I brushed my hair nervously behind my ear. I had half forgotten that he didn't actually know what was going on. 'Oh, well, yes, no.' I laughed, trying to sound nervous, which I'm sure I did. 'Actually she was supposed to be with you to pick out some...' I indicated the merchandise, suddenly unable to say the word "lingerie". 'Oh, perhaps we should call her, she said there was something to pick up...' Jordan's voice trailed away as his eyes darted around the racks of satin and lace. 'Is she busy?' I asked. 'Oh, yes,' he smiled. 'Never seems to end.' 'Well, let's not disturb her. I'm sure we can work out what she wants.' I sensed his growing unease and it strengthened my resolve. 'Look, Jordan, why don't you sit down there and I'll show you the selection I had made for Siobhan.' I directed him to a chair in the rear of the shop that would be out of sight from the front windows. Jordan complied wordlessly and at once I walked to my office. Barely through the door I began to remove my clothes, trying not to think about the fact that I was about to parade semi naked in front of another woman's husband. The first item I had selected was a dark red, one piece bodysuit. It had no back above the top of the buttocks, thin shoulder straps and a deep V that exposed my torso to my navel. High cut above the thighs it made my legs looked longer, and on Siobhan would make her legs look endless. I hoped that Jordan wasn't wondering where I was as I smoothed the satin material over my abdomen. A quick check in the mirror and I almost stopped and didn't go out. I looked good, I knew that. But I was wearing lingerie and a man who massaged me weekly sat unsuspecting out there waiting for me. I had clients who had asked me to model my merchandise, claiming that I "looked about the same size as their wife." I'd always politely refused and generally didn't make a sale. They probably didn't have wives. I drew in a breath and walked out into the shop, fixing Jordan with a wide smile. He blinked twice and his mouth fell open. 'I was just going to bring it out for you, but there's only one way to appreciate lingerie and that's while it's being worn.' I closed the gap between where he sat and my office as I spoke, pausing as I stood in front of him. His eyes ran up and down my body and I saw the tip of his tongue dart out as he licked his lips. A thrill ran through my body and I knew he was hooked. I slowly turned, thrusting my hips provocatively to one side then the other. As I turned to face Jordan I found his eyes locked on the V of material between my legs. I felt a tingle in my groin and smiled at him, letting lust show in my eyes. 'Give me your hand,' I said and reached out with mine. He swallowed as he lifted his to meet mine and I guided it onto the smooth satin over my abdomen. 'This is a particularly fine satin and you can feel how smooth it is.' He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. 'The only down side to this is that rough skin can catch on it, so keep your hands smooth.' I turned his over and ran my fingers over his palm and along his fingers. 'But then, these hands are smooth aren't they.' I smiled at him. 'I should know!' I dropped his hand and strode back to the office, again wiggling my hips for his enjoyment. In the office I peeled off the red satin and let it fall onto the floor. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, pleased with my slim figure, dark hair and breasts that still showed no sign of sagging. But I knew Siobhan would look more impressive naked. Why would Jordan want to play this game with me, when she was there for him? I shrugged and slipped on the next set, a white lycra two piece. The bottoms were shaped like sports pants, hugging the buttocks and coming up across the abdomen, similar to the gold shorts worn by Kylie Minogue in her film clip. The top was a bra, with opaque areas to hide the nipples, transparent across the rest of my breasts. This time when I walked out, Jordan was waiting for me with a smile. As I moved close to his chair and twirled once, he reached out uninvited and let his fingers brush across the tightly stretched material covering my butt. 'So this little demonstration was planned by Siobhan and you huh?' Although he spoke softly, his voice broke the silence of the shop. Credit Refused 'I'm not sure what you mean,' I whispered. I faced him and moved closer, so that his knees were pressed together between my legs. 'This one is very stretchy,' I said, hooking my thumbs under my breasts and pulling the material forward to demonstrate. And to allow the undersides of my breasts to slide into view. He looked and I smiled in victory. I stepped back and twirled again. Without looking back I strode to the office, my confidence and ego high. The final outfit was a jade green lace bikini cut high over the leg. The top was a teddy top that hung just below my breasts. Both were almost completely see through, with only the pattern of the lace providing any modesty. Glancing into the mirror I brushed my hair into place before re-entering the shop. Jordan's eyes were still waiting for me and I saw him swallow as he took in the outfit. 'This is lace,' I said in my best professional voice, trying to sound detached. I twirled in front of him and stopped side on. 'Looks great, but personally I find it a bit rough for my liking, here...' I took his hand again. His touch was warm on my back and I wondered if his temperature had risen a few degrees since he had entered the shop. I turned towards him suddenly, deliberately aiming to have his hand touch my breast. It did and instead of pulling away his fingers seemed to press against me. Then they were gone and he studiously avoided my eyes. Another triumphant smile, though I kept this one internal. I felt the full power of my sexuality as I allowed my legs to brush against his. 'Have you seen enough?' I asked. 'Um, huh, yes,' he coughed and offered a weak smile. I was tempted to remove the lingerie right there, to invite him to take me while he sat on the chair. The thought of pushing down onto his cock as I rode him sent a buzz of excitement coursing through me, but I ignored it and walked away. The deal with Siobhan had been clear. Model for him, that's all. As I closed the office door behind me, I recalled that I was to model a final outfit for him before my massage this afternoon. The naughtiest one I had, was how Siobhan had put it. I felt the flutter of anticipation as I redressed in my suit and re-entered the shop. 'That's the three Siobhan picked out, which one did you like?' Jordan stood and crossed to the counter. I glanced at the front window and watched an elderly couple walking slowly by. He raised his head to glance at the full sized poster featuring a model sporting some of the latest lingerie. She either failed to notice his glance or ignored it. 'I liked them all,' he said, smiling at me. His confidence had returned now that we were on an equal footing again. 'Well, only one is available I'm afraid.' 'Which one would you like to see Siobhan in?' The question sent my heart racing and I had no doubt that he deliberately loaded it. 'I think the one piece, the first one.' I looked him straight in the eye, refusing to back down in his staring game. He lost with a smile, turning to look outside. 'I'll have that then,' he said. I extracted a box from under the counter. The red lingerie, in Siobhan's size, was ready to go. 'Here you are then,' I said and the parcel changed hands. I followed him to the door, unlocking it and holding it open for him. 'See you this afternoon,' I murmured as he walked past, but let the door close behind him before he could reply. I flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and returned to the counter, humming, feeling satisfied with my life and today in particular. *** The afternoon dragged, despite a reasonably brisk turnover of customers. I checked the afternoon news and added to a theory that I had been working on. When the stock market goes up, so do my sales figures. When the indices are down, lingerie is too, pardon the pun. I suppose it makes sense. When those males, all trying to make their fortune, are rolling in commissions, profits and bonuses, they want to spend some on their wives and mistresses, maybe both. When the cash flow dries up, its not that they don't want to spend, but I suspect the pressure of poor performance and the threat of job losses has a kind of impotent affect. They can't perform and they aren't interested in sex. Its just a theory mind you. Neena wished me a happy weekend as I rushed from the office. I had taken the liberty of replacing my normal comfortable underwear with an outfit meeting Siobhan's description. A G-string with matching string top. Not a swimsuit, this was made from satin and was jet black. The bikini top barely covered my nipples, in fact I suspected that when my blouse came off there was a fair chance that my nipples would be in view. Arriving at Siobhan's I was met by her usual wide lipped smile, so much more reassuring than the week before. The reception area was empty today and she beckoned me over with a conspiratorial wink. 'Jordan was, uh, surprised by the reception, but said he enjoyed selecting my lingerie.' 'I'm glad,' I smiled back. 'Are you suitably attired?' Her eyes ran down my body and I felt a small thrill at it. 'Uh huh,' I nodded. 'Remember, naked for the massage,' she said. 'Are you sure...' 'Absolutely. What happens in there, is treated as strictly confidential.' She smiled wickedly as she said this and I paused to consider the implications. 'Okay then,' I said and was about to sit down when she waved me toward suite four. Jordan was inside as usual and was arranging the oils, towels and so on that sat on the tray beside the massage table. 'Hi Alexandra,' he said, offering me a smile that was considerably warmer than usual. Recalling our midday meeting I shivered a little. 'Ah, look Jordan, I forgot to tell you about another outfit that Siobhan had considered.' 'Oh,' he said a little uncertainly. 'But I've already given her the other one...' 'That doesn't matter,' I said, striving to sound matter-of-fact as I removed my jacket. 'We can work something out I'm sure.' 'Sure,' he replied and I felt his eyes on me as I began to unbutton my blouse. As I peeled it off I turned my back to him, ostensibly to hang my blouse over the back of the chair, but in reality to hide the bra from him. My pants soon followed and I thought I heard a sharp intake of breath as my bare butt came into view. I pretended to ignore it and then turned around, holding my hands out for his viewing pleasure. 'What do you think? 'Uh, it's um great.' He didn't stutter, nor did he look me in the face. His eyes travelled slowly down the length of my body and back up, and I stood perfectly still as he did so. I felt the tingle in my loins re-occur, but remained motionless. 'This is a very fine satin,' I murmured, and held out my hand towards him. He let me guide his fingers towards the small patch of material covering my left breast. There was nothing other than the patches covering my nipples and the small triangle of material on the G-string for him to feel. My nipple hardened as his fingers brushed over it, and I released his hand to let him feel the quality of the material unguided. His fingers ran back and forth, working my nipple into a hard point. Unabashed he then transferred his fingers to my other breast and began to work that nipple into a point. 'Very beautiful,' he murmured and I decided against asking whether he meant my breasts or the lingerie. 'We should get on with the massage,' he said, stepping back and turning to the table. I smiled at his attempt to recapture the initiative and while his back was turned quickly removed the bra and slid the G-string down over my hips, allowing both to form a tiny puddle of satin around my ankles. I then lay face down on the table, waiting for those hands to touch my skin directly. 'Oh,' he said as he turned again and saw me naked. I kept my face pressed down into the hole at the top of the massage table, staring at the floor feeling both vulnerable and powerful at the effect my body was having on Jordan. 'You've never been naked before,' he murmured as I heard him warming the oil between his hands. 'Ah, no,' I replied. 'Siobhan asked me if I had and recommended it for getting completely relaxed.' 'Did she?' he asked and I sensed a certain understanding in his tone. All at once I wondered whether this was a set up thought up, not by her, but by them as a couple. My sense of self-assuredness faded a little, but the tingling between my legs was still there and intensified as his large but gentle hands began to work on my shoulders. From where I lay, I could see his feet and legs as he stood at my head. He wore a pair of light coloured pants made from a soft cotton and I had to resist the urge to reach out and caress his legs through them. 'You feel a little more tense than normal,' he murmured. 'Hmm, hectic week,' I replied and closed my eyes, trying to compel myself into a state of relaxed bliss. Jordan generally didn't talk much once the session was under way, allowing me to meditate on the week's highs and lows and work them from my mind. As always his hands were strong and worked at the small knots in my muscles and across the fatigued joints and sinews. It was as good as ever and I had to admit that the absence of my bra strap added to the pleasantness of the massage; the sudden interruption of the cotton strap had always been a little distracting. But tonight I couldn't relax completely, the knowledge that something different lay in store kept me distracted. About ten minutes into the session, as Jordan worked his way to my lower back, I heard the door open softly and sensed Siobhan enter the room. She sometimes did this, always respectful and silent, the clink of bottles on the small trolley and the closing of the door the only sign she had come and gone. I suppose sometimes she needed items that Jordan had stored in here. She was gone within a minute and without a word. I wondered if she and Jordan had exchanged a look of some type across my naked body. The thought added to my growing excitement and I knew that between my legs would be evidence of my arousal. The sensation of Jordan's hands working from my feet, up along my calves and onto my thighs did nothing but exacerbate the situation. I knew that I was almost halfway into the session and that normally I was almost asleep, that Jordan would soon gently urge me to roll onto my back so that the session could continue. But I was aware, too aware, of his hands and the strong fingers kneading my hamstrings and muscles, the thumbs digging into my flesh, each action moving further upwards. Then he touched my buttocks, his hands smoothly applying oil across them. I twitched then fought to remain still. 'I figured that if you were naked you wanted all areas serviced,' he murmured, his hands breaking their contact. 'But if you don't feel comfortable...' 'No, no,' I struggled to get the words out. 'It's fine.' The use of the word serviced and the feeling that my clit was throbbing made me want to scream at him to continue. He did, his hands far more gentle than they were when working on my shoulders and calves. He kneaded my buttocks, his hands caressing and pressing them together. His thumbs ran along the edge of the crack, each sweep pressing a little harder and spreading them slightly. I felt his thumbs move lower and then he began to part my buttocks and I knew that the evidence of my arousal would be visible to him. The contact was broken and for a moment I thought he was about to ask me to roll over, but then I felt the drizzle of oil being poured onto me as he parted my cheeks with one hand. The oil, slightly warmed, dribbled onto the puckered entrance to my rear end and ran down across my pussy lips which I could only imagine were red and inflamed. Then his fingers touched the top of the crevice and slowly ran downwards. He parted my buttocks completely and his thumbs again pressed against me, this time one working against my anus, the other brushing across the base of my pussy. A low moan escaped me and although it was involuntary on my part, Jordan clearly took it as an invitation to continue. And it was. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wished. His thumb pressed more firmly against my anus and I used the slightest pressure of my hips to push against him. I felt the tip of his thumb begin to open me, then it was gone, his hands running down along the full length of my legs and onto my feet. I wanted to cry out to him to continue, to push his fingers into me and manipulate me to a sexual release the same way he had brought me to a spiritual release every other time I visited. But I didn't, sensing that an acknowledgment of what was happening here, the deviation from our normal massage session, would break the spell somehow. 'Roll onto your back Alex,' he murmured. I was almost infuriated at how measured his tone was, how unaffected he seemed to the sexual tension in my body and in the air of studio four. I complied, studiously avoiding looking at his face, then lay back on the table. I was aware of the faint musky aroma of my arousal, aware of the harness of my nipples, aware, extremely aware, of my nakedness. I sensed that my cheeks were flushed and my pupils dilated, so I lay back and closed my eyes. My thoughts were free of the worries of my business and consumed with desire for this man. I had no idea what Siobhan wanted from me, but I knew I wanted her husband to fuck me here and soon. Regardless of her presence less than twenty metres away. I heard the soft sound of fabric as Jordan moved from my feet to the table for more oil, then again moved to my head. It was part of the normal routine, an attempt to defy the irregularity of today. I pictured the front of his trousers, bulging under the pressure of his desire. His hands began to work across my exposed collarbones and around my neck, his fingers strong, soothing and stimulating. It didn't matter where he touched me now, every contact sent electric thrills through me. The soft click of the door sounded again and I almost opened my eyes in alarm. Siobhan had re-entered the room and I wondered why. I heard her move towards the table and the again soft sound of fabric. I expected to hear the sound of bottles moving on metal, but instead there was silence. Jordan's hands moved lower and his fingers caressed the soft flesh of my breasts. My heart began to pound furiously now, I was nervous as to what was transpiring beyond my eyelids. Then hands gently grasped my feet and I gasped, my eyes flying open involuntarily. I looked down along my naked body, past Jordan's arms and hands, ignoring the fact that his fingers had begun to caress my nipples. Siobhan had indeed entered the room and had begun to massage my feet. But it wasn't that fact that left me open mouthed, but the fact that she was wearing the G-string and matching bra that I had worn earlier. Her earlier entrance had been to retrieve it. Her breasts were threatening to spill out at any moment, her flesh pale and creamy. Her eyes locked onto mine and her right eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly and I knew that she was asking for my permission to let this session continue. I smiled and lowered my head back down, my eyes remaining open as Jordan's hands massaged my breasts. As Siobhan's hands worked from my feet to my calves, I felt my arousal beginning to run out of control and knew that I could not remain lying still much longer. Then her hands left my body and from the corner of my eye I saw her walk past me to join Jordan. His stomach was pressed against the top of my head as he leaned forward to rub my upper torso with long languid strokes. Then I felt his shirt pull upwards and I watched as Siobhan removed it to reveal a beautifully toned body. His hands left me as he allowed her to pull his shirt over his head and I leaned my neck backwards to watch this couple perform for me. Her hands ran down his chest and she looked at me and smiled. Jordan's hands cupped my breasts, lightly squeezing them together, but this time there was no pretence at therapeutic meaning, it was sexual and sensuous. His trousers went next, and I was no longer able to control myself, sitting up and turning to watch, unashamed of my desire and curiosity. Siobhan knelt and looked up at Jordan firstly, then across at me. Jordan simply looked down at his wife while my eyes roamed across the two of them. Siobhan's body was full figured yet very tight and I assumed that she must work out often. Both of them actually, considering his abdomen and thighs. His erection pushed forward against the material of his briefs and Siobhan ran her hand over it, lightly squeezing the tip. Then her hands pulled them down and revealed him to me. His cock was hard and veiny, with a smooth round tip that seemed to shine slightly. Siobhan leaned forward and ran her tongue around the smooth circumference and I heard a short intake of breath from Jordan, the first sound of desire I had heard all day. As she parted her lips to slide him in, she looked me straight in the eyes. I wanted to be her, to be him, to be part of them at that moment. I parted my legs and slid my hand onto my pussy, feeling the dampness there and slid my forefinger onto my clit that was hard but not yet fully erect. I was determined to enjoy the show until I was invited to join in. Siobhan worked her mouth along his full length until it was shiny with her saliva and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth and his shaft. My clit rose more and my finger teased and flicked it, each touch sending slivers of fire into my belly. Finally Siobhan slid her mouth from her husband, and grasping him by the hips turned him towards me. Without hesitation I lay face down on the table and slid forward until my face hung over the edge. Jordan stepped forward, his cock bobbing towards me. I opened my mouth and let him thrust into it, savouring the taste of his flesh. It had been far too long since I had enjoyed sex with anyone other than myself, and even the sometimes tedious task of performing oral sex with a man was fantastically pleasurable right now. Siobhan remained kneeling beside her husband for a short time, watching as he slowly slid in and out of my mouth. The head of his cock compressed into the back of my throat a few times, but I found that lying over the edge of the table helped me control the gag reflex that normally would have meant the end of the oral session for the man in question. Jordan's hands, those wonderful instruments that had kneaded me into relaxation heaven so many times, now ran through my hair and around my face. He cupped my chin and continued the whole time to make love to my mouth. Siobhan stood and walked out of my view, but then I felt her hands on my thighs, pushing my legs apart. I had never had sex with more than one person, nor with another woman. In high school I had kissed my best friend as part of a drunken dare and we had both agreed that it had been surprisingly pleasant. But neither of us had ever shown the inclination to pursue the experiment further. Now Siobhan had her hand between my legs and I was pushing my hips upwards and parting my legs to give her access. Was this the product of a long period of time without sex? Or was the long standing booking of Friday night massages, combined with my attraction for Jordan, manifested in my solo fantasies, simply allowing me to lower my inhibitions and act them out? I didn't care then and there, I simply wanted them both to pleasure me. Siobhan had inserted a finger into me and was matching her husband's thrusts with her own and I began to moan in pleasure. Then, with her other hand, she began to manipulate my clit and I climaxed, my mouth closing on Jordan's shaft, drawing him in and trapping him there. For what seemed like several minutes, my climax rippled through my body, the epicentre of my pleasure being my clit and the radiated waves rushing through me. The salty taste of Jordan's pre-cum cut through my selfishness and I abruptly opened my mouth and turned my head away, forcing him from me. I can enjoy performing oral sex on my men, but the taste of their seed is not to my liking, no matter how healthy their diet. Credit Refused Jordan groaned and grasped himself, his large hand working along his length. I rolled onto my back and sat up, to be met by Siobhan who had shed the lingerie and we kissed. She stood beside the table and pressed her white breasts against me, her large, pink, round nipples rubbing against mine. Her tongue flicked eagerly into my mouth and I met it with mine and we lazily circled each other until forced to break for air. Our mouths met again and our hands roamed freely and for the first time in my life I cupped breasts other than mine. They were softer, which being larger I had expected, and I understood for a moment in time male fascination with them. Jordan moved to the table and in my peripheral vision I saw him roll a clear condom down over his shaft. I shuddered in anticipation as Siobhan pushed me down onto the table. This time she slid me downward so that my legs hung down off the end and Jordan moved between them. He lifted my legs in his hands as he parted them, then Siobhan reached down, grasped his shaft and guided it into me. I could feel his hardness as it penetrated me, the top of his shaft rubbing exquisitely against my clit. Again ripples of pleasure passed through me and I knew that it wouldn't be long until they turned into waves crashing through my body. Siobhan moved upwards and again we began to kiss, this time our kisses urgent and unyielding. Her fingers ran down my body, squeezing my breasts which from time to time she attended with her tongue and lips, while her fingers reached lower and again began to manipulate my clitoris. My rapidly arriving climax, the second in fifteen minutes, was announced with a throaty growl. I bucked against the male hardness inside me and Jordan pressed my hips down to prevent himself from slipping out. Siobhan kissed me deeply as I came, her lips soft against mine. I was lost in the timeless blur that is a climax and returned to reality slowly. Jordan had slid from my body and was removing the condom from his still hard erection. Siobhan held me in her arms and I felt loved rather than used. For they were using me for their pleasure as much as I was using them. Sex is often about mutual use, and two climaxes for me gave me a deep inwards gratification along with a sense of selfishness. Siobhan climbed onto the table and lowered her body onto mine. Her skin was warm and her weight so light compared to the men whose hard and heavy bodies sometimes seemed to threaten to suffocate me. I felt, rather than saw Jordan enter her. He stood between my legs and I could feel his thrusts as his hips rubbed my thighs. I watched Siobhan's face as she savoured her husband's naked cock pushing into her. I felt a pang of envy at the freedom of unprotected sex, no matter what the condom is always noticeable. Siobhan's eyes closed and I reached up and caressed her hair with one hand and her back with the other. I could feel her body slowly tense and then she lowered her head against my shoulder, her mouth nuzzling my neck. Her climax ripped through her unannounced and ferociously, catching me by surprise. Her teeth sank into my neck and I squealed in shock, but the rigidity of her body as she came made me hold her to me, aware of the oblivious pleasure she was feeling. Her bite turned to soothing kisses and licks as she returned to us, then she slid from me, standing unsteadily on her feet as Jordan moved to her and supported her weight. 'Thanks honey,' she whispered, then slid to her knees, her mouth engulfing him again. I watched, despite feeling spent myself and therefore slightly disgusted at her action. I have never been down on a man once he has entered me, even with a condom on. But watching her now and watching the look of unbridled pleasure on Jordan's face made me think that perhaps, with a man I truly loved, I could bring myself to at least try. Jordan's self-control, remarkable up to now, finally let go and he came with a thrust of his hips. I watched, faintly turned on again, as Siobhan, with her eyes wide open and looking lovingly at her husband, kept him locked firmly between her lips as he came. His seed leaked around the edge of his shaft and ran down her chin, and as he finally pulled away to lean heavily on the table, she surreptitiously lowered her face and spat a large volume of semen onto her breasts where it ran down her body in white lumps. She stood and they kissed, deeply and warmly and all at once I felt like an intruder and knew that it was time to leave. *** I still attend my appointments on Friday with Jordan. Once a month we conduct them after dinner at either my place, or at his and Siobhan's place. We have sex, sometimes all three of us, occasionally just he and I while Siobhan watches, and sometimes just the two of us women while he watches. It took me a while to go down on her, to taste another woman, but I have no compunction with it now. I have also let Jordan come in my mouth, and despite the awful taste experienced a sense of power that was almost frightening. My business is booming and I have taken Neena on as a partner. She flirted with me yesterday after work, and I intend to invite her to dinner with Jordan and Siobhan one evening. Perhaps I will share that story if it turns out to be worthwhile.