Bolster For Two

In a quiet private room, Skye Blue arranges two massage tables with matching bolsters. She greets her clients, Ana Foxxx and Kuleana, who arrived for an anniversary couples massage. The couple asked for the bolster style even though Skye has never tried it before. Once the wives strip, Skye lowers their bodies over the curved cushions. Their firm, rounded asses tilt upward like twin offerings. Oil glistens on smooth brown skin. Skye works between the two bodies, palms gliding from lower back to shoulder, thigh to calf. Yet her gaze keeps drifting. Every time she spreads more oil across one ass, the other jiggles softly, the scent of vanilla and arousal drifting upward. Fingers slip into intimate creases by accident, lingering longer than necessary. The wives notice. They exchange smiles, then roll over and meet Skye’s eyes. “Having trouble staying on task?” Ana teases, voice low and warm. Skye blushes but nods. “Sorry. You’re both… breathtaking.” Kuleana chuckles. “No apologies needed. Want us to clear that pretty head of yours?” She reaches for Skye’s uniform, letting it fall to the floor. Skin meets skin. Three sets of hands glide over hips and breasts and wet centers. Tongues trace nipples, tease clits, lap eagerly at slick folds. Skye moans into Ana’s kiss while Kuleana’s tongue circles and dips below her, driving her hips in restless rhythm. The wives trade places, trading kisses and thrusts until Skye gasps between them and comes undone. Later, limp and flushed, Ana suggests next year’s appointment before they even dress. Skye agrees with a dazed, satisfied laugh. The bolsters remain where they are, the memories already more intoxicating than the massage.