The Anniversary Gift

Turns out the perfect wedding gift is a two-hour slot at All Girl Massage with Gracie Glam pulling the table. She grins like someone who knows the calendar’s already cleared and this housewife needs an ending that leaks back into two credit cards. Sam's husband made the call himself—full release, nothing off-limits, take care of every inch, especially between the legs. Gracie starts Sam face-down, nothing but a thin towel tucked low. Oil glides in, fingers drill the tension out of her spine, and then drift lower, slick knuckles sliding between her cheeks, spreading soft lips, circling her clit with one slow thumb. Sam jolts when she feels two oiled fingers slip right inside, but Gracie just coos that the hubby paid for the works. Sam loves the idiot for doing that, believes every word about "improving the marriage," so she sighs, arches, and pushes back until those fingers hit the spot that makes her eyes roll.