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ready for this, but he asked what her idea was.
    "I want you to take me to the massage parlor."
    "What?” He couldn't be hearing her correctly.
    "I'm sure they get couples sometimes. They must. I want to go with you and see what goes on."
    "I don't know, Kyra. Are you ready for that step? I don't want you getting pissed off at me because I go in there and enjoy myself. Talking about it, fantasizing about it is one thing. Doing it would be totally different."
    "I know I could handle it. I want to go. You have to trust me, Ethan," she said earnestly.
    "I do trust you. I totally trust you."
    "Then trust me when I tell you I want to do this. I want us to do this. I know it will be so exciting.” He reached down and stroked his cock, which betrayed how he really felt about the idea.
    Of course Ethan was turned on by the thought of it. If for no other reason than because of what it might lead to, but he was wary. He didn't want Kyra to go out on a limb only to see it snap off from under her. But she did sound sure, and the way she was stroking his cock, she was making it hard to think clearly. Was there any reason, besides fear, why they shouldn't explore their fantasies? They were two consenting adults. He groaned and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
    "If you're sure this is something you want, we'll do it."
    "Great!  I'm so excited!"
    Kyra pulled him against her, determined to show him just how excited she was. As they began to make love again, Ethan couldn't help but wonder where this new road would lead.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “So you really want to do this?” Ethan asked. He took Kyra’s hand and squeezed it.
    “Yes, of course. Just give me a second to prepare myself.”
    Kyra wasn’t quite sure how to prepare herself for going into a massage parlor with her husband. The wine she’d been sipping on the drive over certainly helped. Sitting in a car, drinking cheap wine from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag made her feel like a college freshman all over again. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d gone back and forth a million times about following through on her massage parlor idea. Just because she’d mentioned it in a moment of drunken passion did not mean she didn’t really want to do it. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her stomach was full of butterflies. The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating. She was glad she hadn’t given into her doubts and called off this field trip.
    They were sitting in the parking lot of a small building off the side of a highway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There was one door at the corner of the building with a dim bulb above it. The only thing indicating what might go on there was the sign by the side of the road, marked with a big smiley face and the word “Spa.” There were two other cars in the lot, and Kyra hoped they did not see anyone before they went inside.
    “Okay, let’s go,” she said. When she got out of the car, she smoothed her skirt and was conscious of her heels clicking on the asphalt in the quiet parking lot. She’d put a lot of thought into what she was going to wear for the evening. What does one wear to a massage parlor? she’d wondered. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was there for anything more than watching. She wanted Ethan to look at her and think about making love to her while he was getting taken care of by the girl. She’d decided on a white, short-sleeved mock turtleneck that molded to her curves and a short, black skirt with stockings and three inch pumps. It was the first time she’d worn stockings instead of pantyhose in years. She was pleased that Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs in the car when she let the skirt ride up enough for him to see her garter straps.
    It wasn’t just her outfit that was meticulously planned for tonight. She also made sure they had a foolproof babysitter. She called Melanie instead of relying on a teenager who might flake on them at the last minute. Melanie was