The play room

When Vix flicked on the light Mark was met with a strange sight. The room was practically empty aside from what looked like some kind of work out device in the centre, the walls covered in long, red velvet drapes. He looked to Vix questioningly.

"I'm studying massage you see," she purred, her hand kneading gently at the base of Mark's back as she spoke. "This is my little workshop. What do you say Mark, would you like a massage?"

Mark gulped. Vix's touch certainly felt good and not just in a massage kind of way. He felt himself stiffening and as he looked back to her and her wonderous breasts he felt an almost compulsive urge to say yes. Yet, drunk as he was he knew this could be going too far. He loved his wife and didn't want to compromise the relationship with something so trivial.

Mark gazed at Vix's chest as he heard her whisper, "What do you say? It would really help me out... with my training I mean."