It does not happen as frequently now. The sensations are not quite so vivid in my mind, or body, as once they were. But when they do appear they are still powerful. The feelings of guilt, then feeling guilty for not feeling guilt, have long since passed, replaced by feelings of what? I'm still not sure. Certainly not indifference. When they do come it is usually while I'm in the bath. That's where I was late last week.

I slipped in the almost too hot water of my bath and felt the heat slowly simmer into my tired back and legs. The little one was safely tucked away in bed snoozing soundly, his stuffed black bear, aptly named Bear, cradled snugly in one arm and his blanket clinched in the other. My husband was in The Land of Enchantment on another of his business trips, in his room for the night after a dinner of Sonoran style Green Chilies and enchiladas, our phone call for the night over. My glass of Shafer Cabernet sits on the edge of the tub. I do not turn the jets on in case he wakes and calls out from the other room. I take a sip of wine and close my eyes.

First I think about my just completed trip to Atlanta. I loathe to travel on business these days but this trip could not be avoided. Luckily it fit nicely in my husbands schedule. I am almost complete with this project and we discussed future opportunities. With summer rapidly approaching I do not want to commit to anything other than spending time teaching the little one to swim better, cookouts, and t-ball practice. We have worked long and hard for that luxury and I do not intend to give it up easily.

I'm not sure if it's the steam rising from the water, or the scent of lavender from the bath oils that trigger my memory but suddenly I am in this same tub, almost a year ago now. It's one of those special occasions, usually reserved for birthdays and anniversaries where failure to remember can bring much embarrassment and extended doghouse time for the offending party. My own business is finally off the ground and paying dividends. Our just turned 4 year old has adapted to pre school like a champ and is the talk of the soccer fields. Not for his ability but for his enthusiasm. No player quite enjoys water breaks and treats like ours. I could feel myself entering a period of growth in terms of confidence and maturity that I attribute to being in my late 30's and having learned many of life's lessons the hard way. Unfortunately my husband is out of town on this occasion but he has planned something special for me anyway. The little one is at my sister's for the night and I sit soaking in the tub, 45 minutes before my massage.

He felt so bad for having to be gone on this night that he arranged for me to have a massage at home. Not just a massage but a four handed massage from two therapists. I have had many a massage at a spa in my day but having someone, two someone's at that, come to my house felt a little funny. My husband had been gone for three days already and I really wished it was he who would be arriving in less than an hour. Not sure why, I reach for my razor and shave my legs even though I had just done so this morning in the shower. Next I trim my pubic hair up away from my pussy lips. Why on earth am I doing this? My mind wanders, I think about the last time we made love, the first time I made love, just making love in general, for no apparent reason. I am very aware of the water running across my nipples and pussy as I rinse the soap off. For a moment I consider masturbating but quickly wipe the thought from my mind.. I emerge from the tub and dry off. I brush my teeth twice and gargle. You would think I was getting ready for my first date for God's sake.

I stand in the closet and wonder, "What does one wear when they will be naked in 15 minutes anyway?"

Once again for no apparent reason I reach in my lingerie chest and pull on a white bra and panty set my husband had given me for Christmas. I slide on a pair of jeans and blouse over them and am touching up my hair when the doorbell rings. I walk to the door, take a deep breath, and open the door.

Standing at the door are a man and woman. She is carrying a large gym bag and he has a large suitcase type bag in one hand and two bottles of wine in the other. They are not unattractive people. She speaks first. Her name is Carol and this is her husband Phil. Carol is rather petite and wearing a jogging suit. Phil is around 5'10" and in a jogging suit as well.

" Your husband hired us to be tonight's entertainment," Phil says somewhat sheepishly.

Carol looks at him with a quick glare then back at me. I step aside and invite them into the house. Phil asks where he could set up the table and I escort both of them to the game room. Carol asks if we could share a glass of wine and relax a little, while they set up. I get three glasses from the bar and a cork screw and she pours each of us a glass as Phil unpacks the table and sets it up. After the first few awkward minutes I relax as we talk. They are both quite engaging, likeable people. The wine is empty when Phil says it is time to get started and leaves the room while Carol remains with me. She asks me to get undressed while she describes the session to me. I will start out face down and then flip. She says they employ various techniques and do not hesitant to let them know likes and dislikes. She also says if they do anything to make me feel uncomfortable to let them know. I am wondering what she means as I slip my underwear off and walk to the table and lay on my stomach, face in a cradle, as Carol places a small towel over my ass and calls out to Phil that I am ready.

I hear the door open and close, sense movement around me, bottles being arranged. I feel breath on my ear as Carol whispers, "Here we go"

Soft jazz music suddenly appears and I feel their hands touch my back. They begin with smooth long strokes, Phil on one side of me, and Carol on the other. It's a little disconcerting at first, instead of focusing on one muscle or area being worked, as I do with a single therapist, I feel distracted as multiple areas are worked. I am also constantly aware of the differences in touch between Carol and Phil. After several minutes of warm up strokes to relax my muscles, my mind relaxes as well. I drift off and focus solely on their touch. Their hands leave my back for a moment, only to return covered in a warm oil. As they knead the oil into my skin I no longer can tell their touch apart. All four hands feel wonderful. My skin starts to tingle where the oil has been applied and I think I have to ask where to buy some when they are done.

After finishing my back they move down to my feet. Their touch is slowly having an effect on me. Once again my mind returns to my thoughts in the bath. I am becoming aroused. I try to shift my thoughts but my body is betraying me, even more so as both sets of hands work up my legs and massage my calves and then my upper legs, the warm oil setting me on fire with it's heat, slickness, and tingling sensation.

I feel cool air on my ass before I realize that one of them has removed the towel and both begin to massage my ass. As they pull and knead my cheeks and ass I feel the motion in between my legs, I feel pressure on my mound from the table. They have done nothing overtly sexual, yet I am soaking wet. Almost by definition massage is a sensual experience but this is turning erotic for me and I don't know why. I hope Carol and Phil don't realize what I am feeling. They have been nothing but professional.

They change their strokes. Now each of them are using feather light touch up and down my entire body. One hand is gently stroking the sensitive back of my neck, a spot that has always got me going, one hand is on my back, one hand is ever so lightly stroking my ass and the last hand is rubbing up and down my legs. I feel goose bumps forming on my skin. The soft voice of Carol asks if I am cold. Just as I am about to say no, the hand on my leg softly strokes my inner thigh and the top of the hand brushes against my pussy. No comes out as a low groan.

I feel the hands leave my body. Carol instructs me to just lay still for a minute then we will turnover. I want to end the session now but I can't. How do you say I am to horny to go forward? I feel hands on my shoulders helping me slide down the table, out of the face cradle, and rolling over onto my back. Someone lifts my head and places a small pillow under my head. I slowly open my eyes. The room is dark except for some burning candles. Phil and Carol are near the foot of the table rearranging their bottles of oil. I small shudder goes through me. Gone are their jogging suits. Phil is wearing only a pair of gym shorts. In the dark room I think I see the shape of a semi-erect dick pushing against the material. Carol has on a cutoff tank top that hits her about midway between her navel and breasts. While not busty, she is not as petite as she appeared in the jogging outfit. At first I think she has on a swimsuit bottom but I quickly see lace and know she is in a thong. Seeing her nipples poking against her tank top makes me aware of my own. They look as if they are ready to explode off my breasts. They are so hard and standing at attention they are almost painful.

Carol walks behind my head and kneels behind me. She firmly takes her thumbs and massages up and down the muscles leading from my neck down into my shoulders. Again I feel her warm breath on my ear.

" Are you okay?"

I nod yes, all the while knowing I should stop this now.

"Just relax and let yourself go. You are in good hands. If we do anything you are not comfortable with just let us know."

The next 90 minutes, or so, are almost surreal or what I imagine an out of body experience must be. I have no recollection of any thought process at all, only pure pleasure of almost all my senses.

Carol moves down and joins Phil at the foot of the table and they begin to massage my feet and lower legs. Using the same technique as before they start with relaxing strokes before adding the heavenly oil to the mix. I am not sure how long it takes before they are at my thighs. I alternately close my eyes in pleasure and open them and watch in a trance as they work on me. With Carol on my right and Phil on my left they gently spread my legs a little further apart so they can massage the inside of my thighs. At least they spare me the embarrassment of letting them fall open out of desire. I can feel that between my legs is inundated with my moisture. I see Carol and Phil glance down then look up and smile, first to each other then at me. They continue to work the oil into my skin, up my legs and across my lower abdomen. Both their hands and fingers pass just inches from my pussy but they take great care to avoid touching me there.

Instead of moving on up my body they switch to the feather massage over the lower half of my body. Their fingers are barely on me yet my skin is searing under their touch. Carol lightly slides her finger through my recently trimmed pubic hair, tickling lower and lower until she is almost at my crease. She looks down in my eyes, smiles, then moves her hand away only to have Phil repeat the action, stopping just a fraction away from my lips. I am about to thrust myself at his hand when they both move away. A groan of frustration leaps from me.

Phil moves behind my head while Carol positions herself beside me. I hear Phil squirt some oil and rub his hands together. I see his hands come on each side of my head as he reaches down and cups both of my breasts and begins to knead them like dough. I begin to moan constantly and move my head side to side, brushing against Phil's now fully erect dick in his shorts more than once. Meanwhile Carol takes a bottle of oil and squirts oil from it directly on each nipple before placing her fingertips on my nipples and lightly work the oil in. They work my breasts for what seems like an eternity but in reality is probably 5 or 6 minutes.

Phil continues to work my breasts as I feel the outstretched hand of Carol begin to slide down my stomach. Slick with oil, her hand moves effortlessly on it's journey, stopping to briefly probe my belly button before resuming it's path. Once again she moves through my hair and reaches the top of my pussy and hesitates. I am not breathing. She looks in my eyes and pushes her hand down, her finger easily slipping between my drenched labia, and into my pussy.

I am exploding in orgasm. It is the most violent climax I have ever experienced. Like a drowning person gasping for air or a person parched of thirst in the desert gulping their first drink in days, I believe I am dying and this orgasm is saving me. Carol holds her hand firm to me and I lift my lower body off the table and push against her and ride out my climax.

My hips sink back to the table. Carol's fingers resume their movement. She seeks out and easily finds my pebble like clit and begins to manipulate it. Stroking it with a finger then rolling it between two fingers, I feel the tension building deep inside me again, as Carol works me to the edge, allows me to teeter, then pushes me over. This climax is much more pleasurable in a normal sexual sense. I feel myself spasm as my pussy grasps at Carol's fingers.

As this climax ends Carol removes her hand and moves up beside my head. Phil, who I had almost forgotten in the intensity of my orgasms, slowly starts rubbing his hand down my stomach. Carol whispers in my ear is it okay and I can only nod.

Phil's touch is much stronger and rougher than Carol. He slides one, then a second, finger up me and begins to finger fuck me while his thumb rubs my clit. Carol has kept her mouth close to my ear and I feel her warm breath on me as she tweaks my nipples. Again I climax, my pussy clenching Phil's fingers like a vise. My own breath is ragged as I start to push his hand away but Phil has one more trick up his sleeve. He removes one finger and thumb from my quivering pussy and turns his hand as his middle finger works up the front side of my pussy. I know what he is seeking, having only recently explored what, for me, is new territory. I feel his finger settle on the spongy area and begin to rub it. I start to moan again, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, before another orgasm erupts inside of me, this one the strongest of all.

Phil removes his hand. I feel as though I have run a marathon. Carol whispers in my ear.

"Honey you were fantastic. If you don't mind can Phil and I work off a little steam before we leave? You made us so damn hot"

I don't respond as Carol and Phil come together on the floor and begin to urgently make love. I watch but don't move as they pleasure each other. After they finish Carol helps me from the table and slides my panties up my legs. I put on only my blouse and sit numbly on a barstool as they pack up and get ready to leave. I walk them to the door. They each kiss me lightly on the lips, smile, and hand me a business card and walk to their car.


My glass of wine is still almost full. The bath water now lukewarm. The last remnants of my orgasm filter through my loins as I remove my fingers from between my legs. I get out of the tub, dry off, slip on a tee shirt, peek in on the little one still sleeping soundly, Bear standing guard, and walk to my bed and lay down and fall to sleep wondering when will the memories surface again?

Forget the bath, I need a cold shower! Nice one Silk.