The Birthday Wish

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“It’s your birthday next week.  What can I get you?”I always ask, and Derek, my boyfriend, always gives me the same answer.“I’ve got everything I need, baby.  You’re all I want.”So, I’d go out and buy him some clothes.  But I wasn’t going to accept that answer again this year.“Don’t give me that,” I said.  “Everybody has something they’d want if a genie were granting wishes.  Talk to me.  What can I get for you?”Derek gave it some thought.“A genie, huh?  How open-minded is this genie?” he asked, smiling.“Try me and we’ll find out.”  I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t thinking of clothes.He laughed and said, well, maybe there was something. “So, what is it, big guy?  Do you have some sexual perversion you’re lusting after?”“Thanks for suggesting that.  Not a perversion, but you’re in the right ballpark.  But I’m not sure you’re capable of fulfilling it.”“Must be pretty special,” I said, “if even a genie can’t do it.”“Well, if I could wave a magic wand, it sure would be nice to have a full body massage by a couple of attractive women.  Not that you’re not sufficient, but to have a second pair of hands would kaçak iddaa be even double the fun.”So that was it.  Another woman.  Derek had dropped hints before about the allure of multiple partners, but I never was interested.  A massage, however, didn’t cross that line of infidelity.  But I might need that genie to find another woman willing to do it.  Who?I mentally went through the women I know.  I quickly rejected most of them.  But there was one possibility.  I work with a twenty-something millennial, Robin, a very cute girl.  She’s younger than me, but we get along well.  She’s very pretty with long brunette hair, a nice figure, and nice breasts (better than mine) and always has a smile on her face.  And from our conversations about life and, sometimes, her boyfriends, very free-spirited.  Maybe, just maybe.Robin had met Derek at our office Christmas party, but we’ve never socialized.  She was dating a guy named Simon but lived by herself.  How to approach her?The next day at work, I suggested to Robin that we grab a sandwich at the local deli.  We do that occasionally.  She agreed.  After the usual office gossip, I tipped kaçak bahis my toe into the water.“You’ll never guess what Derek told me when I asked him about what to get him for his birthday,” I said.“What?”“He wants a full body massage by two women if you can believe that.  Aren’t men all the same?”  I laughed to make light of it.“Sounds delicious,” Robin replied.  “Simon and I once had a couples massage when we went on a cruise to Bermuda.  We lay nude, side by side, on tables while two masseurs worked on us.  It was all very proper but very sensual.  He and I screwed for two hours when we got back to our cabin.”“So, you think it’s a good idea?” I said.“Absolutely.  It’ll improve your love life by half if my experience is any guide.  Are you going to do it?”“Well,” I answered, “I don’t exactly know anyone willing to do it.”“I’d do it,” she said without hesitation.  “I remember Derek as a good-looking dude.  It’d be fun to get my hands on him – with your permission, of course.”“Really?  You’d do that?”“Sure.  I’ll even make sure he’s in the proper mood for you when we finish.  I know my way around men.  Simon is like a puppy illegal bahis dog when his belly is rubbed the right way.”“Wow.  That’s so nice of you.  I may take you up on that,” I said.I could hardly wait to tell Derek.  He remembered Robin and was eager about the prospect.“You’ll both be naked, right?” he asked.“Wait a minute.  I did not suggest that to her,” I protested.  “You’re pushing your luck, fella.”“All right,” he said.  “Topless will do.”I punched him in the shoulder.I arranged an evening for Robin to come over for dinner.  I rented a table from a medical supply company that would serve nicely for a massage and bought a jar of scented body oil. Robin was dressed in cut-off shorts and a t-shirt.  She looked great.  Derek’s mouth was almost drooling, in anticipation of his birthday present.  I swear he ate fast, to get to the next part of the evening.“All right, birthday boy, I guess it’s time for your present,” I announced.Derek had a huge grin on his face as he opened up and positioned the massage table in our living room.  He started to pull off his clothes.“Hang on,” I interrupted him.  “I’m sure you want to do that in the bathroom.  You can come out in your robe,” Jesus Christ.  Was he going to strip naked in front of us like a performer in a club?“Right,” he said, recognizing that a little subtlety might be in order.

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