The woman who greeted him, wearing a brightly colored dress, was of a slighter build and much younger than he had anticipated. She sensed his hesitation and smiled reassuringly. “Your wife made all the arrangements. We’ve been expecting you. Please, right this way.” She must be the receptionist or something, he thought. Very easy on the eyes, but hardly anything like the bodacious knockout who serviced my wife and got her...

Except for her hypnotic performance, everything around him was fading. Spotlights dimmed. Shapes blurred. His senses were commandeered by the ferocious throb threatening to burst his strained Burberry flat fronts. Somewhere at the other end of the main gallery, his wife would be mingling amongst semi-circled acolytes accessorized with flutes of half-drunk Lyme Bay, joining in buzzed homage to the controversially explicit...

Whether this goes her way or mine remains to be seen, he told himself as he contemplated the young masseuse’s proposal. His birthday surprise ended up being a surprise, all right. Oh sure, he knew about the erotic massage his wife had booked for him. He knew he would enjoy being pampered like a priapic prince under wickedly roaming hands oiled with exotic scents. The masseuse had kneaded and pummeled his entire body with...