Excerpt from Magic Hands: Book One

The evening was winding down and Dylan wondered if they’d get back to what they’d started before Grace came home from work. He was tired, and since Cori was such an early riser, she was usually falling asleep by ten. Dylan went up to the bedroom first, did his nighttime routine, and settled into bed with his phone, going over his fantasy football team. He was asked for a trade he didn’t want to complete, but he felt like a dick for saying no. The trade wouldn’t make his team worse, but it would make the other guy more competitive, and Dylan didn’t need that.

Cori passed through the bedroom and right into the master bath. He heard water running and things knocking around in there. About ten minutes later, she emerged and changed into a loose t-shirt and baggy sleep shorts. The old white t-shirt was soft as a kitten and so threadbare that it was translucent, even in their nightstand lamps’ soft, orange light. Dylan saw the dark of her nipples when the t-shirt brushed against them. She settled onto the bed beside him, sitting crossed-legged, while leaning over to retrieve lotion from her nightstand.

“We never really got a chance to talk after I came home. Happy hour was interesting. I learned some fun new things about my coworkers.”

“Oh yeah? Are they a weird bunch?”

“Well, people in the massage therapy space tend to be a little different. A lot of us are into Eastern Medicine and New Agey stuff.”

“Right. And that’s you too, so you can’t think that’s weird.”

“There’s actually a very hippyish girl there named Serenity. I love her. I’d say she’s the most in line with what I expected. For some of the others, it does seem like it’s just a job. Especially the people I was with earlier.”

“Is that what was interesting? Are you disappointed they aren’t quite what you expected?”

“Definitely not what I expected, but disappointed isn’t quite the right word.”

Dylan caught her hesitation and looked up from his phone. Cori looked uncertain, which was unusual for his wife. She was one of the most confident women he knew. She was never shy, warm to everyone who deserved it, but not afraid to call out an asshole when they deserved it.

“What is it?” he asked.

Cori considered it a moment longer before speaking, finally saying, “I learned that some of the other therapists at work go the extra mile for tips.”

“What do you mean?”

A beat later, Dylan felt silly for asking. Of course, he knew what she meant. There was only one thing she could mean, but it was just so fantastical to associate his wife with something like that. His brain refused to make the connection. It was like a caveman trying to understand a lightbulb. When the truth did click in, Dylan felt a strange quiver in his stomach, like Cori was confessing that she’d been doing that too.

“You’re saying…” Dylan added.

“Yeah, I’m saying exactly what you think. Believe me, I’m as shocked as you are. I picture all those people sitting around the room and I just can’t see them doing that. Even the people I got to know better at happy hour, like Mayde and Rodrigo. They’re so normal.”

“So, you work for a hooker service?”

“Hooker is a strong word, Dylan. These people aren’t hookers. They’re just, uh, providing services that aren’t on the menu.”

Dylan’s brain reeled. Cori was working at a place that sent people out to fuck clients. That made them hookers or call girls. He was unsure of the proper terminology. His brain made the next logical connection and that quiver in his stomach turned into a full-on tremor. He had a queer flutter in his chest.

“Were they recruiting you? Are you expected to…”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. Are you okay, babe? You look a little pale. I haven’t done anything. No one’s asked me to do anything,” Cori said, patting his arm. “Not really. Janine did talk to me today about a special client, but she went out of her way to emphasize she wasn’t asking me to do anything illegal. She strongly suggested but didn’t ask. Elemental Bodywork is a legitimate business, not an escort service.”

“Janine wants you to, uh, take care of a client like the other girls?” Dylan asked.

“No, they’re doing it on their own, like a side hustle. It’s a don’t-ask-don’t-tell thing apparently. And it’s not just girls. Rodrigo does it too.”

“Gay guys order that?” Dylan was even more confused. He thought it was easy to get laid if you were gay. Why would they pay for it when they could just go on Grindr?

“Rodrigo is gay, but he takes care of ladies. I bet they feel safe with him touching them because he is gay.”

“He’s gay, but he fucks women for money?”

Cori laughed at his confusion. “Don’t be so heteronormative, Dylan. Rodrigo’s trained with his hands. We all are. And he’s only using his hands. Maybe that’s all anyone’s doing. I don’t know the details. It felt weird to ask for specifics. I hear he’s very good. One of the other girls, Serenity, has apparently tried him.”

“Jesus. What’s going on over there?”

Dylan tried to order it all in his mind. The therapists were pimping themselves out to clients for extra money, but it wasn’t part of the job and they’d be fired if they got caught. Apparently, they told Cori all about it, but they weren’t trying to recruit her. But then why tell her? Would there be pressure? It sounded like Janine was pressuring Cori to take on a special client, even though she wouldn’t say it. Dylan was confused and concerned about Cori’s position.

Dylan didn’t see his wife as the type to give in to peer pressure. He could never imagine Cori giving out hand jobs for cash, but it seemed strange for her to work there if she was the only one not doing it.

“Are you okay? Honestly, I thought you would just laugh it off. I kind of did. But I guess it’s a lot. Please don’t think I’m implying I want to do anything.”

“Would you? Could you? It sounds like it’s the thing there. The company really doesn’t know? It sounds like Janine came right out and admitted she knows what’s going on. She wants you to do it with this guy.”

“They think Janine must know but is looking the other way. I guess that makes sense. She wants to keep her clients happy and coming back, but she’s not a madam. Maybe she thinks deniability keeps her out of jail if someone gets caught.”

“And this client she told you about?”

“Hayes Caldwell. Some rich guy, probably a hedge fund douchebag,” Cori said, laughing. “I don’t know exactly what he wants, or Janine expects because she wouldn’t come out and say it. I’m more focused on what I do know, which is what the others told me.”

“What do you think? How did you react when they told you?”

“You know I don’t easily blush, but I bet I turned fifty shades of red. Once I got past the shock, I thought okay, it’s their business. If that works for them, that’s great. I’m pretty open-minded. We both are, right? I’m not going to judge anyone for what they do with their body.”

“So, you’re not quitting?”

“You think I should quit my job?”

“I mean, with everything going on, do you want to work there?”

“I like the job and I like the people. What they’re doing doesn’t affect me. I told you, no one’s pressuring me to do anything.”

“I know, but…”

“But what, Dylan?”

“I don’t know, Cori. It just feels weird.”

“No one’s asking you to do anything. Do you really think I should quit my job because of what other people are doing?”

“What about Janine and this Caldwell guy?”

“Don’t you think I can handle myself? Do you think I’d let Janine pressure me into servicing a client?”

Dylan saw the fire in her eyes and knew he’d made a mistake. He didn’t know that he was wrong, but Cori clearly did not agree with him. The whole thing made him uneasy, even if he couldn’t put his finger on an exact objection. No one expected Cori to do anything. She had no intention to do anything. Cori was strong, but if she stayed would she be tempted? The others looked to be making good money.

“What’s the money like?” he asked.

Cori looked confused. “You go from thinking I should quit to asking how the money is? Are you high, Dylan? Seriously, are you high?”

“No, I’m not high. I’m just processing. Like you said, it’s a lot.”

“Well, I don’t know how the money is. I told you, I felt weird about asking specifics, like they would think I was interested in doing it too. I don’t think Mayde would be doing it if the money wasn’t worth it. And Lexi implied she’s making bank. Why? Are you suggesting that if the price is right, I should do it?”

Cori smirked and Dylan felt the tension between them drain away. He was still tense. His chest felt tight and for some reason, he was very tense in his pants. Dylan didn’t realize it was happening, but he was hard as a rock. It was so confusing. If he were a dog, his head would be cocked to the side.

“I don’t know, Cor. We still have your school to pay off. You don’t seem to have a problem with it, so if the price was right maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Like I said, I am highly trained. I’m very good with my hands. If it’s just tugging guys off, would it be so bad?”

Cori was broadly smiling, enjoying teasing him. She turned, tucking one leg under her butt as she leaned over and rubbed the front of his boxers. When she found him already hard, she grasped him. “I don’t think you hate this idea as much as you were pretending.”

“It’s, uh, it’s just from earlier,” he protested, knowing it sounded like a weak lie.

“You haven’t been walking around hard all night. I think you have a dirty secret. Do you have a fantasy you haven’t told me about?”

“Cori, ahh…”

Dylan closed his eyes and moaned because he couldn’t look at her with the thoughts running through his head. He hadn’t been harboring a secret fantasy. They weren’t that kind of couple. When one of them had a fantasy, they played with it. The Lynches weren’t an overly kinky couple, but they’d done their fair share of roleplaying over their nineteen years of marriage. Student (Cori) teacher (Dylan) had been a big one early on in their relationship. They liked sex in risky places when they first started dating in college. Dylan played cop once and handcuffed her, but he wasn’t authoritative enough to make it work. But they’d never played out a fantasy where Cori was any kind of sex worker. It had never been in his head. Now it was all Dylan could think about, just like the other day after Baines teased him about it. Cori softly teased his cock, tugging it and caressing the head, and he imagined her doing it to some stranger.

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you, babe? Me going into some client’s house, getting him all worked up with a massage, then telling him to turn over…”

“Cor…that’s…” Dylan licked his dry lips.

Cori released his cock and Dylan was ready to pounce on her, but when he opened his eyes, he found her reaching for her lotion tube. She squeezed a generous portion into her hand and returned it to his cock. She gripped him tighter, but her fist smoothly glided up and down his shaft. Dylan grunted and lifted off the bed, pushing at her hand. He felt helpless.

“Do I just use my oils and go into it, or do I strip first?”

Dylan stared at her, unsure what to say. His brain filled with dirtier and dirtier thoughts — thoughts too dirty to share with his wife. Cori couldn’t know he saw her doing more than using her hands. He managed to croak out, “Take off your top.”

Cori threw her t-shirt aside and cupped her breasts. He loved her tits. They were small, but perky, and capped with tight, rouged nipples. They were pointed and swollen. Cori was just as aroused as he was. Dylan tried to reach for her, but she smacked his hand away.

“I don’t think the clients get to touch,” she said. “They only get to look. Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“They aren’t too small? My husband says they’re perfect, but I don’t know.” She massaged a breast while she jerked him, moaning when she rolled her own nipple.

“Uhn…they’re perfect…”

“I guess I can tell you like them,” she said, staring down at his cock.

“Uhn…Cor…Cori…”

“That’s it, babe. You can do it for me. Just let go. I want you to let go for me. Come on, babe, let it go…”

Dylan closed his eyes again. In his head, Cori was cooing those words to some anonymous man, paying her to use her hands — and other things. He pictured his pretty wife bending over, sucking this guy into her mouth. Her pretty, plump, pink lips dragged up and down the thick shaft to a soundtrack of wet, sucking sounds. She was great with her hands, but she was even better with her mouth. Her full, soft lips were incredible — like they were made for sucking dick. She’d always insisted she liked doing it and so had a lot of practice. It was her go-to move back in those days she used to hook up with her friends in the woods, she’d told him. Dylan wished he had friends like Cori back in high school. But Cori was still talking, encouraging him to finish, and the words brought his mind back to her standing beside some guy laid out on her massage table in a well-lit living room. His topless wife stood there jerking the guy off, telling him to come, her little tits bouncing as she jerked the guy’s cock. And it was a big one. Cori needed both hands to cover it.

“Come for me, babe,” she whispered. “Do it, come for me.”

Dylan shook and tensed before releasing a strangled cry. She rapidly jerked his shaft with one hand, while rubbing his head with the other. It was an amazing technique and he fleetingly questioned where she learned it. But then the cum was bubbling out of his balls and the intense surge of pleasure wiped out any thoughts. He cried out even louder and his seed fountained into the air, almost hitting Cori in the face before landing back on his thighs. Dylan had another couple of strong blasts before the rest of it oozed out onto her busy fist. She kept working his shaft until his body relaxed and he sighed. Euphoria flooded him, but as it receded Dylan became self-conscious.

“That got weird, didn’t it?” he said, trying to sound light.

Cori leaned over and kissed him. “I don’t think so. It was different, but it was kind of hot. We never went there before.”

Dylan chuckled. “Never thought of it before. You’re putting ideas into my head.”

“Nice to know we still have some new tricks after almost twenty-five years together.”

“Yeah. Go us.”

“You were really into it.”

“I wasn’t that into it. It just felt really good. You’re good with your hands, right? That was some move you had there. Did they teach you that in massage school?”

Cori laughed. “Yeah, hand jobs are an extra credit course. Playing with the head was my thing to get a guy to finish fast. I guess you don’t remember. I haven’t given you a hand job in years.”

“Yeah, right. No reason to, I guess.”

“I’d better get back in practice,” she said. When he didn’t respond, she added, “You know I’m kidding, right?”

“Yeah, I know. But what about you, Cori? I’m done, but you…”

“I don’t think that’s part of the deal. I take care of the client, wash up, and go home. I guess it’ll be on you to handle all that frustration I’ll have. Or I can just deal with it myself.”

“Not a chance!” he said, rolling on top of her.

Dylan kissed her hard and she grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. He wasn’t ready to get hard again so fast, but he wasn’t going to leave her hanging. He tugged down her shorts while he nibbled on her neck. He moved lower, circling her nipples with his tongue. Cori hissed and pushed her tits at him. He kneaded them with both hands and flicked her nipples with his tongue. She cried out and twisted under him, the pleasure almost too intense. Playing with her tits the right way was the surest path into Cori’s pants. It always had been. Dylan sucked and nibbled her tits and had Cori panting and whimpering, reaching for his cock. But he was still only at half-mast, so he slid further down her body.

“Mmm, I like where this is going,” she moaned.

Cori’s mound had a light dusting of downy fuzz. She maintained herself down there but didn’t shave it smooth — except on his birthday. Dylan was down on his belly between her thighs, which he pushed wide apart. Her lips were dewy and inflamed. Cori enjoyed their little fantasy as much as he did. It made him wonder if she would really do it. Dylan couldn’t see it, but maybe… Cori had never been uptight with her body. Maybe if a client was a really hot guy… He pictured it as he dipped his tongue between her lips. He drove his tongue into her and kissed her there, slurping at her copious juices.

“Ohh…oh babe…yeah…”

His thumbs massaged her mound as he spread her open and his tongue flickered everywhere. Dylan imagined she was picturing it, servicing a client. Cori was so aroused she couldn’t help herself and started sucking. The guy, a mountain of a man with a huge cock, fisted her dirty blonde hair and forced Cori down on her. She choked but kept sucking. In their bedroom, she cried out loudly when he focused on her clit. Dylan was sure she was picturing it too, choking on some stud’s huge cock. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and sucked her clit.

“Ahh…babe…shit…ohh…babe…ahh fuck!” Cori cried.

Cori howled and locked her thighs around his head. She flooded and he licked it all up. She squished around his pistoning fingers and kept coming, thrashing under him. Dylan only stopped when she pushed him back, overwhelmed.

Dylan was fully hard by then and didn’t pause to think. He leaped between her legs and shoved himself inside her. Cori groaned and locked her legs around his waist. He pounded down into her, and she came up to meet every thrust. She painfully gripped his back and he frantically tried to kiss her, but he was huffing from the effort of throwing himself into her. Cori rippled around him, massaging his cock in her canal, but he held out because he’d just come in her hand. Dylan didn’t hold out long. He imagined her choking on that cock and the guy coming, flooding her mouth. His load spilled from her lips and then blasted onto her face when she pulled back. Cori kept her mouth open to try and catch it.

And then Dylan was coming again, burying himself inside Cori with a final, forceful thrust. She cried his name and her cunt locked around him and she was coming too. They both moaned and panted and clung to each other. It was the most frenzied sex they’d had in years. He stayed on top of her until she shoved him off. Dylan rolled out his back, a sweaty, gasping mess.

“Wow, that was something. You really got into that,” she said, laughing.

“Hey, you were into it too.”

Cori reached for his hand and clasped it. “It was crazy fun. It’s hot to let your mind go to wild places sometimes. I’ll have to thank the guys for putting in our heads.”

“Don’t you dare!” he said, afraid she just might.

“Yeah, I’ll tell them we fucked like rabbits after playing at me being a rub-and-tug artist. Okay, babe. Next, I’ll ask how I start doing it for real.” She laughed hard.

“Might be worth it for the look on their faces.”

“I’ll bring it up at the next staff meeting.”

They both laughed, but underneath, Dylan was uncomfortable. He’d never had such insane thoughts about his wife. He didn’t know what it said about him as a man. Men weren’t supposed to get off on their wives with other men. He knew it was a thing in porn, but he’d never watched that kind of porn. His tastes were more pedestrian.

Dylan turned and looked at his wife. She was flushed and smiling. Incandescently beautiful. Her tight body was incredible. She could make a fortune if she chose to give extras at work. Cori really wouldn’t, would she? She seemed just as into that fantasy as he was, but Dylan knew he was just projecting thoughts into her head. He had to stop.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“Just how beautiful you are and how lucky I am that you’re all mine.”

“You are lucky, aren’t you?” she said, rolling into his arms and kissing him.

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