You know I hate surprises," Nandini

You know I hate surprises," Nandini groaned, as she sat in the passenger seat of her husband's Ford Fiesta with a blindfold over her face.

"You hate not being in control," Raunak growled, as he sat behind the wheel and steered the old car through the city traffic. "Perhaps sometime you ought to just relax and go with it."

"That's definitely not my style," she complained.

Raunak and Nandini were in the city for their anniversary - eleven years of marriage, most of it happy. They'd packed the kids off with a baby sitter, dressed in clothes that weren't flecked with Nutella or baby food for once, and Raunak was taking Nandini off on a surprise date.

"Your surprise dates are always terrible," Nandini complained, as she squirmed in the passenger seat. "Do you remember that time you took me to the shooting range for my birthday? That was the very definition of 'pulling a Homer.'"

She was referring, of course, to the classic episode of The Simpsons in which Homer bought Marge an anniversary present he actually wanted for himself.

Raunak gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. Through clenched teeth he growled: "Why can't you just sit back, shut up and enjoy yourself for once?"

I'm born an brought up in a small city in India," Nandini grumbled. "Relaxing and enjoying myself isn't in my genetic coding. Half of me is always anxious, and half of me is always feeling guilty."

"Ha!" Raunak rolled his eyes. "Well, perhaps in that case the surprise I have in store for you will be exactly what you need."

As he said that, he pulled the car into the driveway of the towering Leela hotel - a stunning art deco building in the heart of the city. Pulling to a halt under the awning, a valet immediately scurried over and opened the long, low door of Raunak's vintage Cadillac.

"Beautiful car, sir," he grinned eagerly, swapping a valet ticket for the twenty dollar bill Raunak handed him. "I'll take good care of her."

On the other side of the old Cadillac, a doorman was opening Nandini's door, and offering her his hand. Blindfolded, of course, she couldn't see it - and sat there stubbornly until Raunak walked around to the other side of the car and wrapped his fingers in hers.

"Easy now," he warned, as he helped his wife out of the car.

She looked around blindly. "Where are we?" All she could hear was the city background noises, and the rumbling of the Cadillac's big V8 engine. "Where did you take me?"

With a grin, Raunak pulled off her blindfold.

Nandini blinked as the bright sunlight stung her eyes. Eventually, as her vision focused, she looked around at the hotel with a curious blend of cynicism and wonder on her face.

"A hotel? Really? What's our anniversary present going to be? Six hours of sleep in a bed without a kid rattling the door screaming "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

She might have sounded mean-spirited about it, but that actually sounded pretty wonderful.

But Raunak had other plans.

"Come on," he grabbed her hands and let her into the hotel. "We've got an appointment."

The lobby of the Leela was huge and classy, with towering pillars and old wood as far as the eye could see. To Nandini's surprise - and perhaps disappointment - Raunak led her past the reception desk towards an archway with a gleaming sign above it: "Le Spa at Leela."

"A spa treatment?" Nandini narrowed her eyes. "You could have got me one of those closer to home."

"Shut up," Raunak grinned good-naturedly.

There was a smaller reception desk in the spa itself, and a pretty girl looked up as Raunak led Nandini to the desk.

"We have a reservation," Raunak explained, handing over his credit card.

"Ah, yes," the girl nodded, checking her computer. "A couple's massage, with complimentary beverages." Pressing a button on the desk, the door behind her opened and another young woman stepped out. "Please follow Richa to the massage room."

Obviously, the cat was out of the bag by now.

"A couple's massage?" The normally cynical Nandini was actually looking... Well, if not impressed, she was definitely looking curious. "I could go for that."

Richa led them into a beautifully appointed room decorated with Japanese-style furnishings, and two massage tables in the center.

"Please get undressed," she told the couple. "You can put your clothes in the locker over there." And then she checked her notes. "We'll start off with drinks and then I'll send in Siddharth and Rizwan."

"Siddharth and Rizwan?" Nandini asked.

"The masseuses," Richa explained. "Now what were those drinks again?"

"Two Pina Colada," Raunak ordered. "Plymouth gin in both. I'll take mine straight up, with three olives. She'll have hers extra dirty."

He winked lasciviously as he said that.

"I bet she will," Richa flirted back, licking her lips. "Give me a few minutes."

And then she was gone.

Nandini and Raunak found themselves alone in the massage room.

"Well, okay," Nandini admitted, almost resentfully. "I have to admit this is kind of nice. You've impressed me, Raunak."

He was slipping off his jacket and undoing his pants.

"I have my moments," he told her.

A moment later, Raunak was naked - and Nandini took a moment to look at her husband of over a decade. In amongst the chaos of kids and work and school, she hadn't really looked at him for longer than she could even remember - and as she took in his broad shoulders, and muscular body, she suddenly realized that he was actually a remarkably attractive man.

"Here," Raunak stepped over and grabbed Nandini's arms. "Let me help you." And, with that, he started to help undress her, too.

Nandini giggled. They hadn't undressed each other since before the kids were born. It was actually kind of exciting to see her husband's fingers deftly unfasten her buttons, and pull her blouse off with smooth expertise.

Nandini felt self-conscious as Raunak revealed more of her body - her stretch marks, and the extra weight she carried. But it was clear he didn't even notice her imperfections. As he started unbuttoning her pants, she looked down and saw his cock was swelling up impressively.

"You're beautiful," Raunak grinned, and kissed her.

Nandini felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt her husband's lips against hers. They so rarely kissed these days that it felt wonderful to be able to feel his lips in an unhurried, sensual way.

A moment later, Raunak was unclasping Nandini's bra, and her heavy breasts swung out. Then Raunak was pulling down her panties, and Nandini stepped out of them obediently. They stood naked together, skin to skin, and it was wonderful.

"You're so beautiful," Raunak repeated, wrapping his arms around Nandini and pressing his lips hard against hers. "You turn me on just as much - no, more - as the day we met."

Nandini giggled, she reached down and her fingers curled around the thick shaft of Raunak's now rock-hard cock.

"I can tell," she giggled.

At that exact moment, there was a deliberate cough from behind them.

Raunak and Nandini span around, and found Richa standing there, holding a tray bearing two Martini glasses.

"Oh, God," Nandini grabbed a towel and covered herself. Then she looked over at Raunak. "Jesus, Raunak!" His cock was swinging back and forth like a pale, veiny baton.

"Oh, Christ," Raunak covered himself. "Sorry, we didn't hear you there."

"Clearly," Richa smiled, walking over and placing the tray on the counter. "I'll give you a few minutes with these, and then lie on the table and I'll send the boys in." She glanced down, very deliberately staring at the tent Raunak had created in the towel he'd wrapped around himself. "They'll be in very soon, so don't get any ideas."

And then she was gone.

Nandini's face was red.

"Oh, my God, that was embarrassing." She looked at Raunak, and pointed at his poorly-concealed erection. "Put that thing away! You clearly scared the poor girl."

Raunak rolled his eyes in frustration. Already Nandini's attitude was deflating his impressive hard-on. With a sigh, he reached for the cocktails and passed Nandini her dirty Martini.

"Drink up, girl," he shrugged. "In a moment we're going to get the massage of a lifetime."

Chapter Two

The Martinis went down smoothly, and Nandini was just beginning to feel the effects as she lay face-down on the massage table next to Raunak, and covered her bare ass with a towel.

For a moment they just lay, side-by-side, looking across at each other.

"I'm sorry I snapped," Nandini admitted, in a rare moment of remorse. "I was just embarrassed." Her cheeks turned pink. "Honey, ever since I had the kids I haven't been feeling all that sexy, and I don't exactly like strangers seeing me naked."

"Darling, you're as gorgeous today as you were when I first met you," Raunak reached over and squeezed her hand. "Now just relax, chill out and enjoy yourself."

That was the moment the door of the massage room rattled open, and two imposing, dark-skinned men came swaggering in.

"Good afternoon," grinned the first of the two men, a very, very tan guy with shoulders like a power lifter. "I'm Rizwan. This is Siddharth." He jerked his thumb towards an equally muscular African-American man behind him. "We're going to be massaging you today."

Nandini looked them up and down, her eyes wide. When she'd realized that Raunak had booked her a couple's massage, she'd expected him to still 'pull a Homer' and book pretty girls to give them rub downs. Not that she'd have minded.

But these two? Huge, hulking, handsome men?

Truth be told, she kind of preferred it. She looked at Siddharth's hands - they were huge. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of them massaging and kneading her tired muscles.

The door of the massage room rattled shut, and Rizwan switched on some relaxing music. Siddharth lit a couple of candles and incense, and soon the room was beautiful warm, smelt delicious and Nandini was feeling extremely relaxed.

Rizwan, the short guy (Nandini imagined he was from Gujrat) walked over to Raunak's table, and Sidd