Chapter 7

The morning light crept in soft and pale, barely reaching the kitchen where the three of them sat around the table in their robes. Tom had made eggs. Linda had sliced fruit. Kia had claimed the coffee pot as her own personal responsibility, pouring refills with the precision of someone who took caffeine seriously.

“Did you sleep okay?” Linda asked, her voice still rough from disuse.

Kia smiled into her mug. “The guest room is heavenly. The bed, the bedding, everything.”

Linda reached across the table and touched Kia’s hand. “We feel ... different. Lighter. More optimistic. Like there’s actually a path forward now.”

“There is,” Kia said simply.

They ate in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Tom set down his fork and looked at Kia with genuine curiosity.

“Do you have anyone special in your life?” he asked. “A partner, I mean?”

Kia laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. “I’m married to my job, for now. And honestly? I get everything I need from what I do.” She winked, her smile knowing and just a little wicked.

Linda snorted into her coffee.

Kia leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her gaze shifting between them. “What about you two? Kids?”

“Two,” Tom said. “A son and a daughter. Four grandkids. They live on the other side of the country.”

“Do you ever see them?”

“Not as much as we’d like,” Linda admitted. “But we make it work. Video calls, holidays.”

Kia nodded, her expression soft. Then she tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eye. “Have you ever had a third person in your bed? Or more?”

Tom and Linda exchanged a look. A slow blush crept up Linda’s neck.

“We’ve been married a long time, honey,” Linda said, her voice careful. “You try different things when you’re open-minded. You explore. Or you cheat. We didn’t.”

Tom cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in his eggs. “A few times. Before the kids came along.”

Kia smiled, her warmth genuine and completely without judgment. “I love that about you. That openness. That’s exactly why your recovery is going so well.” She paused, letting the moment settle. “Mikkel and Sara would make very good playmates, if you’re interested.”

Linda almost spit out her coffee. “Really? We didn’t get that vibe from them at all.”

Kia laughed, leaning back in her chair. “They put you in touch with me, didn’t they?”

Tom blinked. Then his eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, God. We were not seeing the signs, but now ... of course.”

Linda blushed, shaking her head and smiling. “Those two sly devils. They’ve been holding out on us.”

Kia smiled, her satisfaction evident. “So now you have some fun to look forward to. But before you get to more advanced stages, we need to work on you more.” She stood, gathering the plates. “This is a wonderful morning. Let’s enjoy the fresh air on the veranda. We can do some meditation there, clear our heads. And then later...” She paused at the kitchen door, her eyes gleaming. “We go back to the therapy room for some hard work.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “Hard work?”

Kia winked. “Very hard.”

The therapy room felt different in the late afternoon light. The windows had been cracked open, letting in a breeze that carried the scent of cut grass and distant rain. The swing harness hung from the center of the suspension frame, its leather straps and padded supports gleaming under the soft overhead lights. It looked almost elegant, like some kind of erotic sculpture.

Linda stood at the edge of the room, her robe cinched tight, her arms crossed over her chest. She was staring at the swing with a mixture of fascination and apprehension.

“I feel like I’m about to get on a carnival ride,” she said, her voice light but edged with nervousness.

Kia smiled, moving to stand beside her. She was already naked, her golden skin glowing in the afternoon sun, her body relaxed and at ease. “It’s not a carnival ride. It’s a tool. And it’s going to feel incredible once you’re settled.”

Tom sat on the massage table nearby, also naked, his cock already stirring at the sight of the swing. He watched his wife with concern and arousal in equal measure.

Kia turned to Linda. “Before we get you up there, I want to make sure your body is ready. We’re going to do a full rub down. Deep tissue. Stretching. I need every muscle loose before we introduce suspension.”

Linda nodded, her fingers fumbling with the belt of her robe. “Okay.”

Kia helped her out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor. Linda stood naked in the center of the room, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she moved, the pale scar along her hip catching the light. Kia stepped behind her, her hands finding Linda’s shoulders.

“Just breathe,” Kia murmured. “Let me do the work.”

Her thumbs pressed into the knots along Linda’s neck, working them with slow pressure. Linda’s head fell forward, a soft moan escaping her lips as Kia’s hands moved down her spine, kneading the muscles along her lower back.

“You’re holding tension here,” Kia said, her fingers digging into the tight band of muscle just above Linda’s hips. “Let it go.”

Linda exhaled slowly, her body softening under Kia’s touch.

Kia moved to her side, her hands sliding over Linda’s ribs, her belly, her hips. She spent extra time on the muscle beneath the scar tissue, her thumbs working the pale, raised line with gentle friction, warming the skin and encouraging blood flow to the area.

“How does that feel?” Kia asked.

“Good,” Linda breathed. “Really good.”

Kia knelt in front of her, her hands moving down Linda’s thighs, her calves, her ankles. She worked each muscle group with the same meticulous care, finding every knot and releasing it with steady pressure.

Then she stood, her body pressing against Linda’s from behind, her small breasts flattening against the older woman’s back. She reached around, cupping Linda’s heavy breasts, her thumbs brushing back and forth over the stiff nipples.

“Gorgeous,” Kia whispered.

Linda moaned, her head falling back against Kia’s shoulder.

Kia guided her through a series of stretches, supporting Linda’s body as she bent and twisted. She helped Linda reach her arms overhead, interlacing her fingers and pushing her palms toward the ceiling. Then she guided her into a deep side bend, her hand pressing firmly against Linda’s hip to deepen the stretch.

Finally, Kia stepped back, her hands lingering on Linda’s hips. “I think you’re ready. Are you?”

Linda looked at the swing, then back at Kia. Her eyes were wide, her pupils blown with fear and desire in equal parts.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

Kia smiled, her hand sliding down to cup Linda’s ass. “Good. Let’s get you settled.”

She led Linda to the swing, her movements slow and deliberate. The harness hung at hip height, the padded seat and back support clearly visible. Kia guided Linda to step into the leg straps first, her hands steady as she adjusted the buckles and tightened the straps around Linda’s thighs.