Monica insists on going out.

As they sat down to dinner later that day, they were both a glow. “Thank you for earlier,” Mitch said to his wife.

She smiled, “I loved it too, oh and it reminds me after we got up, I booked us a massage. I thought it would be nice to have a couples massage a little later.”

Mitch nodded. He didn’t get massages as often as Monica did but always enjoyed them. Sometimes they would get a massage, and then Mitch would spend the next hour in the sauna while Mon got a facial. “Sounds nice, then a drink at Sullivan’s?” he asked.

Monica smiled, “If you are hoping that my little story will come true, I’m not going to say it won’t.”

Mitch laughed, “I wasn’t thinking that specifically, though you have read those stories, so you know I would be interested.”

Monica held out her hand, and he took it. “I also noticed when you were humping the air while I told you that story.”

Mitch blushed, “So Saigon then Sullivan’s?”

Monica shrugged, “I booked somewhere new, actually,” she said. Saigon was her usual massage place, but this time she had other plans.

An hour and a half later found them out on the edge of the industrial district. There was a small red brick building with a sign which said, ‘Mythfolk massages’. Mitch shot his wife a look. “What?” she said, “I thought you would like to see an orc massaging me while you get massaged by a satyr.”

Mitch cleared his throat, “I’m not sure I will be able to keep from getting an erection,” he said.

Monica’s smile broadened as she opened the door, “That shouldn’t be a problem; this is supposed to be a traditional Mythfolk massage parlour. They don’t wear clothes, and neither do their clients.”

Mitch stepped closer behind her and said, “What?”

There was a very dark-skinned woman behind the counter. She was wearing a bustier that barely contained her breasts which could only be described as ponderous, and had a set of almost black horns protruding from her black hair. “Good evening. Are you Monica?” she said yes, “A couples massage for two in one room?” she nodded again. “Please take off your shoes. We have slippers here for you and then take a seat. We have some traditional tea and alcoholic beverages if you wish.”

They took off their shoes, and Monica picked up two glasses and poured some of the alcoholic drinks. It smelt sweet and was a golden yellow. “I think we both want to take the edge off,” she said.

Mitch took the drink from her and sipped it, “What are we getting into?” he asked.

Monica winked at him, “Mythfolk massages, use all the body, and I mean all of it.” He blinked at her. “Yes, my orc masseuse will fuck me if I let him, and so will your satyr masseuse. If you are interested, I know I am. But it’s not about sex or release. It’s about pleasure and relaxation. So just go with it.”

Mitch was about to respond when the satyr came out to them. The fur on her legs under her skirt was similarly dark, and her hooves glistened as if recently polished. Mitch wasn’t sure when she had changed, but she now wore a simple creak silken robe that was open at the front. “This way, please,” she said.

Monica downed the last of her drink, and Mitch followed suit, “Are you sure?” he asked.

Monica looked back at him and winked. “Enjoy yourself. I know I’m going to.”

They were shown into a room with two massage tables. It smelt of incense and oils. The satyr pointed to the side of the room. “There is a place for you to put your clothes, and please help yourself to some quacha. The massage will take about an hour, but you shouldn’t drive for about an hour and a half after the quacha. It will help relax you.”

With that, she left the room. Mitch was still stunned as Monica quickly stripped and folded her clothes to put in the small recess. She then poured two large glasses of quacha as Mitch undressed, and he was already semi-hard.

She handed him one cup and quickly downed her’s before placing it back and laying down on the table on her stomach. Mitch took his drink. It was bitter and sour, quite unpleasant. He clicked his tongue in distaste before lying down as well. He had to shift his erection to be comfortable. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.