“Hon, did we really need to start working again so soon after our vacation?” Corinne was walking around the apartment, breasts swinging, full cheeks jiggling as she set up the special massage room. “I’m barely over my jet lag, and you didn’t exactly let me get a lot of sleep last night!”

Renard came into the room and swatted his wife on the ass. “Guys love that half-sleepy look in your eyes. It’s always good for extras. And yes, we need to be working again. New reviews get us new clients, and the exchange rate in Europe wasn’t friendly this year.” He stifled a noise as Corinne bent over the table, tucking the sheet in, her legs parted like an invitation. “Now get everything all nice and inviting. Did you brush your teeth?”

Corinne turned around and stuck out her tongue. “You get the drinks and cheese tray ready and get dressed; I’ll take care of my jobs.” Laughing, she set the massage oils into the warming tray, turned the light halfway down, and pulled on a loose maroon silk gown to wait for her signal.

The doorbell rang, and Renard took a look through the peephole before opening the door. A middle-aged man stood there, rocking from one foot to the other, his sport jacket unbuttoned. Renard opened the door to the chain and the man introduced himself. “Hi – I’m Jerry.” He held out a driver’s license, and Renard checked it before handing it back and opening the door. A quick glance around the community pool reassured Renard that nobody was watching.

“Welcome to our home, Jerry. We’re glad you had the time to spend with us. You can hang your jacket on the coat tree in the corner and get comfortable. Do you want something to drink?”

Jerry took off his jacket, ran fingers through his short brown hair, and stretched. “Just a glass of water, thanks.” He set a business envelope on the table next to a dish of mints, and picked at the cheese tray. “It’s dry outside, and I try to stay hydrated.”

“Well, you’re preaching to the choir.” Renard chuckled as he went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. “Corinne and I are religious about water, moisturizing, keeping the body in shape. Which reminds me,” as he cupped his mouth, “Corinne, dear!”

Corinne stepped through the beaded curtain and into the living room, the silk robe hiding her nipples but not the curves of her breasts, the sash loosely fastened and dangling between her thighs. She looked at the client – the guest, she mentally corrected herself – and liked what she saw. Judging from the flash of color in the gentleman’s face and the shimmy of his hips, the pleasure was returned.

Corinne crossed the floor and slid her hands under Jerry’s arms to give him a close fleshy hug, feeling the answering quiver from his crotch. This one would be good, she could tell. “We really prefer to start your massage in the nude, so you don’t have to break focus to remove your shorts. Do you have any objection to that?” Jerry just shook his head as Corinne’s fingers deftly loosened one button and then another, working her way down his shirt toward his slacks.

Renard watched from the refreshment table, admiring his wife’s style, sipping his water, and checking the contents of Jerry’s envelope. Soon enough, and without ever relinquishing skin-to-skin contact, Corinne had their guest standing naked and expectant, his cock uplifted and bobbing ready for attention. Renard followed the two through the arched doorway into the massage room.

The table was their own design – a capacious padded-leather straight section, capable of splitting at head and foot into Y-shaped foldouts to support arms or legs. Jerry followed Corinne’s lead to lie face-down, then Renard and Corinne took the heated oil and started a firm massage from either side of the table, their hands crossing over in the middle. Jerry looked up briefly when he felt the third and fourth hands, but let his head drop as their attentions dissolved the tensions in his muscles.

Slowly, in rhythm and in counterpoint, the couple moved around their guest. Oiled firm fingers probed into yielding flesh, hands slid firmly down one side and lightly up the other. For his part, Jerry sank further into the padded leather and the pillow supporting his face, unable to tell or even care whose hands were on which part of his body. Only when two hands gripped his ass and started a hard massage, trapping his cock between his stomach and the table, did he open his eyes.

The hands pressing his crotch against the table had to belong to Corinne, because a thick cock and heavy hairy balls swung side to side in his field of vision. Staring at the other man’s cock didn’t actually bother Jerry, but it did make him more aware of his own confined erection growing while Corinne molded and squeezed his glutes.