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fifty yet. Close, but not there yet. No one retired at sixty-five anymore. Not if he or she could help it. She wasn't brain-dead. She could work twenty or more years, have a nice little 401(k) and collect her own Social Security. She could build a separate investment portfolio as well. She could do a lot of things if she could just get her act together and decide just what it was she really wanted to do.
"You're thinking again," Rolf chided, giving her butt a smack. "This is supposed to be relaxing for you, sweetie."
"I'm trying to figure out my future," Nora told him. "Carla and the girls are right. I have to make a life for myself. Rina's probably right too. Jeff is going to dump me. Besides, I have to be someone other than his wife and my kids mother. I have to find me again. I know I'm there somewhere, Rolfie. What do you think?"
"I think you're a very smart lady, Nora," he replied as he kneaded her buttocks. "You just need a little time to figure it all out. You need to restore that confidence you once had before you met Jeff. You don't need a man to take care of you, sweetie. You can do it yourself."
"Yep, Rolfie, but I still need time. I wonder if I'm going to get it. I guess the first thing for me to do is take a computer course, but the high school adult ed doesn't kick in until autumn. Still, that's the logical place for me to start, isn't it?"
"You're thinking again," Rolf said. "This is supposed to be relaxing for you." He was massaging her buttocks now, and the heel of his hand slipped deeply between the twin halves of her ass.
Nora caught her breath as he rubbed her. "I'm thinking about my future," she told him. A single finger was now gently rubbing at her anus. She tensed, but when he did nothing more than continue to rub her there, she began to relax a little bit.
"That's better," he said softly. The oily finger pushed itself one joint into her ass.
Nora gasped, and tensed again.
He bent and kissed the back of her neck, whispering, "Not yet, Nora, but one day that sexy little ass of yours is going to take my cock. You'll like it, I promise."
"Will I?" Her voice was tight.
"Yep, you will," he promised. Then he removed the invading digit, and smoothed his hand over her butt. "All done now, sweetie."
She drew a long breath, feeling a strange loss as the finger had been withdrawn. She had never considered anal sex, or had she? How much of what was happening came from her subconscious, and how much was just spontaneous? "All done?" she repeated.
"I don't think so, Rolfie," she told him boldly.
Rolf was at one of the sinks washing his hands. He laughed. "I can see you are a very bad girl, Nora. I really do believe you need a good spanking. That cute little ass is just begging for it, I'm thinking."
"Kyle," Nora called. "Rolfie wants to spank me. Then I think he's going to fuck me. Come and watch like a good boy, darling." Good Lord! A couple of delicious bangs and an erotic massage, and she was talking to these two men as she had certainly never talked to any man. But Carla always said men loved it when a woman talked dirty to them. She really couldn't believe herself. She suddenly felt strong. Maybe she always had been.
Kyle stood in the bathroom door. He was handsome in a roughhewn, almost barbaric way. Her eyes couldn't help but go to his male member. It was so wonderfully big, and so deliciously talented. His eyes were still jealous as he spoke. "You probably do deserve a spanking, Nora. I've never known a hotter little bitch than you. If you're through, Rolf, we can all adjourn to the bedroom."
They helped her from the massage table, and led her back into the bedroom. There was a roll-armed love seat in a seating area before the fireplace. They brought her over to it, bending Nora over one of the arms.
"Are you going to tie me down?" she teased them.
"A couple of good smacks shouldn't bother you, baby," Rolf said, "but Kyle will be kneeling on the love seat and holding your shoulders down for me," he told her