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After my experience with Brian, the director agreed that a double massage would be a good birthday present for both of us (his birthday is near mine). I needed to clarify what he meant by "double massage." He said that we would both be getting sensual massages. To further clarify, we decided that both of us would be massaged by females. He chose this for the obvious reasons, and I wanted to compare Brian's very experienced hands to those of a knowledgeable female.

The director went to work finding our masseuses. He began by asking his massage therapist from his gym and other friends. I was starting to get nervous again. Giving a man a hand job is one thing, but for a female stranger to give another female a sensual massage is another story, especially if that female doesn't have experience giving a sensual massage. After quite a bit of back and forth, he decided on Andrea, his masseuse, and Amanda, a friend of a friend (his friend) who is up for anything. That was the first red flag.

Neither of them does home massages, so they were not going to be bringing a massage table like Brian provides for his clients. Instead, we were all going to pile into the director's bed, and they would massage us. Red flag number two. The director was going to have three women in his bed. I couldn't help but suspect that there were ulterior motives here. Let's face it, what man doesn't want to have three women in his bed?

I also couldn't help but suspect that this was not going to go as intended. Call it woman's intuition, call it obvious, but there is no way that this was going to begin and end as a massage. Regardless, I was there ringing his doorbell at 3:00 on a Monday afternoon. I was shaking, both from nerves and from the hangover I was nursing from the night before. As much as my liver was going to complain about another sip of alcohol, I knew he had gotten sangria from my favorite Spanish restaurant, and boy did I need to drink.

Amanda arrived first. He had only spoken to her on the phone, and he warned me that she seemed a little crazy. Great. Thanks. I'm glad he got me a crazy girl. What the fuck?? She arrived at his apartment, and she was hot. Very pretty, large breasts, thin, and definitely crazy. She pulled out the vibrator that she had brought in case I wanted to use it, made me verify by smelling it that she had bleached it, and then proceeded to show us some of the work she had done nude modeling. In the same breath, she mentioned that she hadn't had sex in over a year. Well this should be interesting.

When Amanda asked me if I wanted the massage naked, I said, "Of course!" Why would I want her massaging me with clothes on?

Andrea was the opposite of Amanda. The first impression you get is that she is a sweetheart. Ok, how sweet can the girl be who showed up for a group sensual massage? Fair enough. Regardless, she made me feel much more comfortable. In fact, when I turned around at one point, and Amanda had stripped, I said to Andrea, "Why is my masseuse naked?!" She replied in a whisper, "I think that's how she does it." DOES WHAT?! She could tell that I was getting nervous, and she offered to massage me herself.

But I'm a brave little toaster, and I said, "I'll stick with the crazy girl."

We moved into the bedroom, the director and I lay down, and my naked Amanda straddled me and his clothed masseuse straddled him.

As a masseuse, Amanda sucked. Her massage didn't feel good, and she used some weird cream that wasn't very soothing. At one point I looked over at the director ,and his masseuse had taken off her shirt. She shrugged her shoulders, and I figured she had been feeling guilty that I was sitting here with a hot naked crazy girl on me, and he wasn't.

Finally, at one point, Amanda asked me to turn over. There I was, naked with somebody else's vibrator, and a crazy girl determined to get me off. She began playing with my clit and fingering me. It felt ok, but when I added the vibrator I could feel myself starting to warm up to this idea. Whether it's a male or a female doing it, fingers are fingers, and I'm a fingering kind of woman. Having said that, I prefer more than one, and usually more than two.

As Amanda moved her fingers around inside me, and I held the vibrator to my clit, I looked over at the director who was getting a hand job of his own. Amanda stopped with the fingers for a minute to lick my now dripping pussy. I said, "Amanda, put another finger in." It didn't take long for the orgasm to overcome me.

What happened next, I didn't expect. Amanda lay down on the bed next to me saying, "Wow your body, that was amazing. I'm turned on!" I handed her the vibrator. Why stop now? I turned my head to suck on her large nipples, and moved my hand down to where she had placed the vibrator. I slid two fingers inside her and began massaging the inner walls of her pussy. Amanda was moaning, and I was loving it. I looked over at the director, he was fingering Andrea while she massaged his dick. I'm not sure he was aware of what was unfolding next to him on the bed.

Amanda didn't take long to orgasm. She and I moved over to the director to help Andrea finish the job. Regardless of where we were touching him, he had six female hands on him, and at least three on his cock. There is no happier ending than that.

There were more orgasms, kisses, and exchanging numbers before we left, and crazy Amanda claiming she wanted to become a lesbian. The director and I debriefed, still in shock about what had just happened in his bed (which would never be the same), and agreed that it was the best birthday presents we had ever received.

I walked to work the next morning with a huge smile on my face. I absolutely believe in happy endings.

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