83. Dual Therapy

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies.

The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therapists and a very different set of instructions.

I was lying facedown on the padded table, naked under a thin linen sheet. The door clicked shut, and I heard the heavy footfalls of two men. These weren't the soft-spoken, lithe instructors I usually dealt with.

"Mrs. Thorne," a deep, gravelly voice whispered near my ear. "I'm Malik. This is Kai. We understand you're looking for a... more intensive treatment today."

I turned my head to the side. Malik was a tower of a man, his skin a deep bronze, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his black polo. Kai was leaner but wired with corded muscle, his eyes sharp and predatory. They didn't look like therapists; they looked like gods.

"My husband is right there," I whispered, the thrill of the danger making my pussy throb with a sudden, wet heat. "So you have to be very... thorough. And I have to be very quiet."

"Don't worry," Kai said, reaching out to peel the linen sheet back, exposing my pale, arched back and the curve of my ass. "We know exactly how to keep a client satisfied."

They started with the oil, but it wasn't a massage. Their hands were rough, demanding. Malik's massive palms kneaded my glutes, his fingers digging into the flesh, while Kai focused on my neck and shoulders, his grip tightening until my breath hitched.

"You're so tight, Mrs. Thorne," Malik growled. He leaned down, his mouth grazing my ear. "Maybe you need to be opened up."

He didn't wait. He flipped me over onto my back. My tits spilled out, the nipples already hard from the cold air and the mounting tension. Kai immediately claimed them, his mouth devouring one while his fingers pinched and twisted the other. Malik, meanwhile, moved between my legs. He didn't use his tongue. He used his fingers, two of them sliding deep into my soaking pussy while his thumb ground against my clit.

"God, you're dripping," Malik mused, looking up at me. "David has no idea what he's missing, does he?"

"No... please," I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a moan as I heard David cough in the next room.

They stripped in a blur of motion. Both men were hung like stallions. Malik's cock was a thick, dark pillar, while Kai's was slightly longer, curved upwards with a heavy, purple head. The sight of them both standing over me, their erections inches from my face, made my head swim.

"Work for it," Kai commanded, grabbing my hair and pulling my head toward his crotch.

I took them both. I juggled their shafts with my hands and mouth, my tongue lashing at their heads, my throat stretching to accommodate Kai's length while I sucked on Malik's heavy balls. The taste of pre-cum and masculine musk filled my senses, a filthy cocktail that erased every thought of my marriage.

"Enough," Malik said, dragging me to the edge of the table. "I want to see how you handle both of us."

He positioned me on my hands and knees. Kai moved to my front, his cock sliding into my mouth again, while Malik took his place behind me. I felt the broad, hot head of Malik's shaft pressing against my entrance. He didn't use any lube other than my own slickness. He shoved inside in one brutal lunging motion.

I screamed into Kai's cock as Malik filled my pussy to the absolute limit. He was so wide I felt like I was being split in two. He began a rhythmic, heavy hammering, his hips slamming against my ass with a wet, thudding sound.

"Yeah, take it all, you dirty housewife," Malik hissed, his hand reaching around to find my throat, squeezing just enough to make the pleasure turn into a dizzying rush.

But he wasn't finished. Kai pulled out of my mouth and moved to my rear. While Malik was still buried deep in my pussy, Kai guided his cock to my ass hole. I felt the terrifying pressure of his head stretching my most private entrance.

"Relax for me, Mrs. Thorne," Kai whispered. "You want to be a good girl for us, don't you?"

With a steady, relentless shove, he forced his way into my ass. The sensation of being double-penetrated was indescribable. I was a sandwich of hot, pulsing meat. My internal walls were being stretched from both sides, every nerve ending in my lower body screaming in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"Fuck! You're so tight!" Kai grunted, beginning to move in sync with Malik.

They ran a train on me, their movements perfectly coordinated. Malik's thick shaft was massaging my G-spot from the front, while Kai's length was pressing against the back of my pussy wall through my rectum. I felt like a puppet on their strings. I reached back, my fingers clawing at Malik's thighs as the first climax began to roll over me.

"I'm close! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" I whimpered, my face buried in the massage table's face cradle.

I hit my peak, my entire body convulsing as my pussy clamped down on Malik and my ass gripped Kai. They didn't stop. They worked me through the orgasm, their thrusts becoming even more violent.

They flipped me onto my back for the final assault. Kai took my pussy this time, his missionary thrusts deep and lunging, finding the very back of my passage with every strike. Malik stood over us, shoving his cock back into my mouth, his balls bouncing against my chin.

"I want to see you take my weight," Kai panted, his hands grabbing my tits and kneading them roughly. He leaned down, biting my shoulder as he accelerated his pace.

The friction was incredible. The smell of the massage oils mixed with the raw scent of sex was intoxicating. I felt my second climax rising-a deeper, more sustained heat that made my toes curl.

"I'm gonna cum again! Please, Kai, fuck me!"

"I'm gonna cum too!" Kai roared, his voice a guttural grunt. "I'm gonna fill your pussy up!"

He gave three more devastating lunges, burying himself to the hilt. I felt his body go rigid as he let out a long, vibrating groan. A hot, thick flood of his seed shot into the back of my passage, wave after wave of heat coating my interior. He stayed locked inside me, his chest heaving.

But Malik wasn't done. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved Kai aside. "My turn to finish the job."

He flipped me over one last time, hiking my ass into the air for a final round of doggy-style. He was relentless. He hammered into my pussy with a primal fury, his hands coming down hard on my ass. CRACK. CRACK. The sound of the spanks was loud in the quiet suite.

"You're a bottomless pit, aren't you?" Malik taunted. "Taking two men while your husband sleeps five feet away."

"Yes! Fuck me, Malik! Finish me!"

"I'm gonna cum! I'm fucking cumming!"

He lunged one last time, pinning me to the table. I felt the first jet of his come hit my pussy wall, followed by a massive, pulsing delivery that seemed to overflow from me. He emptied himself completely, his balls tight against my red, stinging ass.

When they finally withdrew, the sensation was a heavy, sliding release of pressure. I lay there, limp and hallowed out, my body a map of red marks and slick fluids. A thick, white mixture of Kai and Malik's mess began to seep from my pussy and my ass, trickling down my thighs and onto the pristine white linens of the spa table.

"Treatment complete," Malik whispered, patting my ass one last time.

They dressed quickly and slipped out the door before I could even find my voice. I stayed there for a long minute, listening to the silence. Then, I heard David yawn in the next room.

"Honey? You done yet?" he called out, his voice groggy. "That was the best nap I've had in years. How was your massage?"

I sat up, feeling the warm weight of the two men still deep inside me, the slick evidence of my betrayal cooling on my skin. I reached for my robe, a small, wicked smile playing on my lips.

"It was... transformative, David," I called back, my voice remarkably steady. "Truly the best treatment of my life."

As I walked toward the shower to wash away the scent of them, I knew one thing for certain-we were definitely coming back to this spa next year.