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A Much Needed Spa Treatment

By: ILuvAnal



Reader: This is an extension of my "Best Friends" series. Many have asked for a continuation, so after a bit of research, here it is. It is helpful, but not necessary, to read the first three installments. As always, enjoy and tell me what you think. IluvAnal (and I do!)

"Good Afternoon, Heaven on Earth Spa," I answered the phone.

"Hi, George. " It was Sarah our assistant manager and hairstylist. "Everything OK there?"

I wanted to say "No it's not OK. It's Saturday afternoon and there are at least a dozen places I'd rather be." I bit my tongue. "Mrs. Giles had quite a fit when she found out that Sherry was doing her hair and not you, but I ironed that all out. Ginny is finishing up her last massage. YUP, everything is fine."

"Sorry about this, George, but I really appreciate you covering for me."

"No problem. What's the deal with Evan?"

"We got him out on bail, and took him right to re-hab. It's going to be a long ordeal." The reason Sarah had left the spa early was because her fifteen year-old stepson had gotten arrested for buying heroin. Despite the fact I didn't like having to cover for her at the spa, I truly felt sorry for her.

"I'll close up here and restock the rooms."

"Thanks. I have another request."

"Shoot."

"Tommy is spending the morning with Evan tomorrow at the center. The counselors want to look into the family dynamics, but the first session includes just Paula (Tommy's Ex), Tommy and Evan. After the way today has gone, I really could use a session. Would you mind?"

"As you know, Ellen won't be back until Wednesday. I can ask Sherry if she'd like to work tomorrow."

"I don't want Sherry, George. I need a session and maybe a shoulder. I was hoping you'd do it." Sarah's voice was girlish and pleading. 

"Will we be done before the Pat's game?" 

Sarah chuckled. "You can bring the TV in if you want."

"OK. What time?"

"I'll be there at eight. And George, I am not going to be able to do the prep stuff. So... if you don't mind?"

"I'll be here by seven and get everything ready." I replied.

"You're a love. I'll see you in the morning." Sara hung up.



A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 02



After recovering from our orgasms, Sarah and I set about cleaning things up. We were both still naked and I still had the plug in my ass.

"No need to put the enema can away," Sarah told me. "Mary Ellen has an appointment tomorrow morning. Just change the tip."

"Mary Ellen Davis?" I asked, very interested.

"YUP, she comes in every other Monday for an enema and cellulite wrap."

"And you give her the enema? I would think Dave (her husband) would be happy to do that for her." I should say that Mary Ellen is in her early forties, very pretty and never had children. Dave was a very lucky man. The vision of her naked, on her hands and knees, with a six inch enema tip in her ass, stirred life back into my spent dick. "Does she do the Jinglou balls, too?"

"Usually Ellen gives her the enema, but since she's not here, I'll do it." Sarah was wiping off the table; her tits swaying. "She says she is too embarrassed to discuss it with Dave. I know she bought a set of balls last month, but how she uses them, I don't know." Sarah saw the surprised look on my face. "What?"

"I don't know. Seems odd that a woman would be too embarrassed to let her husband give her an enema, but will let another woman do it."

"You'd be amazed at the women that come in here either for an enema or the potion. I think Ellen is turning half the women in town into enema junkies. We sold two dozen sets of balls in the last three months. Just like me, they all claim their husbands aren't quite as attentive as they used to be." Sarah bent down to pick up a cleaning rag. Her pucker was still quite red and dilated from the ass fucking; putting a bit more life into my cock.

"I never would have guessed." I suddenly wished I had wired a hidden camera into the room when I built it.

Sarah walked over to me, placed a hand on my semi-flaccid dick and her other hand found the protruding end of my butt plug and gave both a couple of tugs. "I never would have thought you were such an ass slut." She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Aren't you missing the game?"

"I'll catch the second half."

"How much longer you going to keep this in you?" She gave another wiggle to my plug.

"You told me I was a couple hours behind you and those balls." I smiled. "I'm not expecting company, so I'll leave it there as long as it feels good. Why?"

Sarah gave me a wry smile. "Just curious. Why don't you go home. I'll finish up here." Sarah gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for wait you did for me today, George. I really needed it."

"My pleasure." I gathered up my clothes and headed for the door. I stopped just before leaving and looked back at Sarah in all her naked glory. I made the short walk back to the house, naked, plugged in and getting horny again.

* * * * *

The game was well into the third quarter and the Patriots were kicking the Charger's butts. After I heard Sarah's car head down the drive, I decided to take a shower. The butt plug still felt very wonderful in my freshly cleaned rectum, but the protruding end made it impossible to sit down, so I swapped it for a more conventional one.

As I stood in the shower, I could help but think about Mary Ellen and the others getting enemas within just a few feet of my home. I caught myself mindlessly stroking my cock to life with a soapy hand. I stopped before spewing my cum on the shower wall. Might just as well make a day it.

I had just settled down with a beer, when the driveway alarm alerted me that I had company. "Shit," I said out loud. I grabbed a robe and looked out to see who was coming. I set the robe down and met Sarah at the door.

"Forget something?"

"No, but I was halfway home and just decided I didn't really want to go home. Do you mind having company for a while longer?"

"No, not all. Come in. Want a beer?"

"Sure. Hey, where's your plug?"

I turned and bent over, showing her the end of the plug buried between my cheeks. "Kind of hard to sit down with the other."

We sat in the living room, drank a couple of beers, watched the rest of the game. Between plays, Sarah filled me in on all the trials Evan had put her and Tommy through. Though I was still naked and plugged in, Sarah's sad tale kept my dick deflated.

When Sarah finished talking, we sat silently for many minutes. Sarah drained her beer bottle and began twirling the empty beer bottle in her hand. She finally broke the silence. "George, what's the kinkiest thing you ever did?"

"I don't know. I guess most people would consider getting tied up and fucked in the ass with a strap-on or cucumber pretty kinky. Then there's having a double ended dildo up my ass while you or Ellen impaled on the other end." I smiled, "Since I call that fun, I don't consider it kinky. Why?"

"You ever fuck a woman in the ass, while she had a twelve ounce beer bottle stick in her pussy?"

That got my attention! "Sounds fun and kinky."

"Do you know I have never had a real cock stuck in my ass?"

"Really!" I was surprised.

"Nope, never. And I've made love to lots of objects, but never a beer bottle. Feel like making history?" Sarah was standing up and stripping before I have a chance to answer. "You get some lube, I'll clean this bottle."

A few minutes later Sarah was lying on the floor, her legs in the air and I had half a tube on KY on my hand and was greasing her cunt and anus. She didn't have to do anything to me, I was fully erect.

I inserted the neck of the bottle into her pussy. "How are you going to hold this in?"

"You've got to turn it around."

I looked at the bottom of the bottle. "You sure?"

"Just take your time."

I flipped the bottle around and pressed it against her lips. Sarah reached down, grabbed the sides of her slippery cunt and spread herself open. A few seconds later the bottle was buried into her chasm all the way to the base of the neck. Once she got used to the presence of the large invader, she began rocking on her hips. "Fuck me with it, George. Fuck me hard."

I obeyed. I pulled the bottle halfway out then stuck it back in. Her hips raised and lowered meeting each thrust. I placed two fingers against her anus and on one of her upward thrusts, both fingers penetrated her sphincter, elicited a very loud moan. Within seconds we attained a rhythm, the bottle in her pussy and the fingers in her anus where moving in unison. All at once, her pelvis raised high off the floor and she was screaming. Her pussy clutched firmly about the bottle and her sphincter was cutting off the circulation to my fingers.

Sarah rolled over onto her belly. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

Sarah's hand replaced my hand on the bottleneck. I positioned myself behind her. I one easy push my dick was plunged to it's full length into her quivering back door. I could feel the girth of the bottle through her vaginal/anal wall and her hand against my scrotum.

I didn't have to wait long for her to settle into the double intrusion, she began driving herself onto my cock. Seconds later she was coming again and screaming for me to cum in her ass.

Sarah feel forward onto her belly. The beer bottle still in her spasming cunt and my seed spilling from her gaping rectum. Spent as well, I laid next to her and gently rubbed her back. Every few seconds, her body would shudder as the massive orgasm subsided.

* * * * *

We had showered and dressed. Tommy called and said he was on his way home.

"Thanks again, George."

"You're very welcome. What would have happened if we had been drinking a magnum of wine?"

"Now that's kinky. " She kissed me on the cheek. "Our secret?"

"You know it."

As Sarah drove down the driveway, I couldn't help but think about what a fool Tommy was for not realizing what an adventurous and horny woman he had. I also thought I'd go over to the spa and figure out how difficult it would be install a camera. 



A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 03



Author's Note: This story does not stand alone. If you haven't read part One or Two, please do now.

On Monday, I strolled into my metal fabrication company and searched out Ben, my General Manager. Ben had been with me for six years. I had hired him right of college as an accountant, but I quickly realized he had great potential. Since Ellen and I wanted to be able to spend more time together and travel, I taught Ben the ins and outs of the business and promoted him. I could leave for weeks at a time and know that my business was in good hands.

"WOW," I said entering Ben's office. "You look like hell." Ben was hunched over his desk, his face was drawn and tired. "Everything OK?"

"Just fine, George. The baby has been keeping us up at night."

Ben's wife, Trish, was employed by Ellen at the spa and had given birth to a healthy baby boy just two months ago. Trish was more than an employee to Ellen and I. She had been our daughter's best friend since nursery school. Since her father had passed away when she was twelve, she often came to me for fatherly advice. It was I who gave her away at her wedding.

"I remember those days well. Isn't Trish breast feeding?"

"Yah but she brings the baby to bed with us. It is hard for me to sleep."

"This, too, shall pass. You can take the day off if you want."

"Thanks, but I have the Jordan account to take care of. Deadline is next Friday and I am having trouble getting the steel stock."

"Island Steel?"

Ben nodded.

"I'll take care of it. We'll have the stock here by morning or Island will lose a million dollar account.'

"Thanks, George."

I left Ben's office and within an hour I was telling Ben that the shipment would arrive first thing in the morning.

At five o'clock I left the shop. Ben's office was still fully lit. I considered going in and talking to him, but my stomach was growling. On the way home I picked up some fried chicken and a six pack.

* * * * *

When I pulled into the driveway at five thirty, I noticed Trish's car was still the only car left at the spa. I knew that Sarah had left early and assumed that Trish was doing the clean up and would be leaving soon. I decided to go eat my chicken before it got cold and go to the spa later to pick up the day's receipts.

I got alarmed when I had finished my meal and still had yet to hear Trish leave. I grabbed what was left of my first beer and made the short walk to the spa. The front door was locked. I unlocked it and entered and I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman crying.

The door to the wrap room was slightly ajar. I pushed the door open and almost dropped my beer.

Trish was lying on the massage table on her belly, naked and crying uncontrollably.

Let me describe Trish. She is five foot two and weighed one ten before getting pregnant. She had gain only ten pounds before giving birth to a seven-pound boy. Pregnancy had not been unkind to her.

"Jesus, Trish, are you alright?" I dared not get to close and was surprised that she had made no effort to cover herself.

"He doesn't want me." Trish blurted. "He thinks I'm a cow!" She went back to her crying.

I grabbed a blanket off the shelf and went over and covered her. "Who doesn't want you?"

"Ben! He thinks I'm a cow!"

I was instantly infuriated with my young protégé. "Did he say that?"

"Well, no. But he thinks it!"

My initial fury waned. "How do you know he thinks it?" I was rubbing her back through the blanket.

"Because he does! He hasn't touched me in two weeks! And before that, he hasn't made love to me since I was seven months."

God, I wished Ellen had been here. This was too much.

"Just calm down." I instructed. "Tell me what has happened and not what you think."

"It started when I was seven months pregnant. He made love to me one night and kind of freaked out. I don't know why. He avoided me after that. I figured it was because I was so fat. Two weeks ago the Doctor gave us the OK to have sex again. Everything was fine until I got real excited. My breasts started spraying milk all over him and he freaked again. Now he waits until I'm asleep before he comes to bed. It's because I'm a cow- fat and milking!" Trish became hysterical again.

None of this made any sense to me. If there was a woman loved more than my Ellen, it was Trish. Ben's office was covered with pictures of his wife and a half a dozen of his first born. He was known to sit at his desk and look at her picture.

"You know better than that. Ben adores you."

"That's what you think. I needed him tonight. I needed him bad. I made arrangements with mother to keep Will for the night. I was going to get myself all clean and pretty for him. I pumped extra milk for mother, bought a new Teddy. The works. When I called him and told him my plans, he told me he had to work late. Something about having a hard time finding some steel. I think he's seeing somebody else." Trish rolled over onto her back. The blanket fell off, revealing her milk-laden tits and beautiful body. She was so distraught, she made no effort to cover herself. I looked away and retrieved the blanket.

My fury mounted again. Ben had lied to his wife (my semi-adopted daughter).

"I can't believe there is anyone else." I tried to be re-assuring, but had my own doubts. "We're busy. I'm sure that if he really knew what you had in mind, he'd have been here in a minute." Now I was lying.

"Oh, he knew!" Trish looked up at me through red, swollen, tear filled eyes. "I even told him I wanted him to fuck my in the ass! He always wanted to try, but I never would let it happen. I thought it would get his attention!"

This was more information than I really needed. I had to admit, Trish had every right to be upset and I had every right to beat the tar out of Ben before I fired him. "Why don't you go get in the Jaccuzzi. I need to make a call.

Oblivious to me, Trish pushed the blanket aside, got off the table and went into the tub room. Why does this stuff always happen when Ellen is away? I asked myself, as I pulled out my cell phone.

My first call was to Sarah. I needed a woman's help and I was relieved when she, not Tommy, answered the phone. I filled her in and she told me she'd be right over. My next call was to Ben's office. I was very pleased he answered the phone. I doubted he had a side dish and the fact he was still in the office proved it.

"Ben, this is George. We need to talk. Your wife is still at the spa and she is very upset."

"With all due respect, George, this is none of your business." Ben replied tersely. 

Ben had never talked to me this way. It pissed me off. "I'll tell what my business is and isn't. You either get your ass over here or clean out your desk. Your choice." I didn't give a chance to answer. I just hung up.  

* * * * *

Sarah arrived within a half-hour. I sent her in to deal with Trish. An hour passed and I was about to give up on Ben, but he finally arrived.

When he got out of his car, he was still furious about my threat. "George, this is none of your fucking business! This is between my wife and me." He slammed the door of the car. His fists were balled.

In my younger days, I might have pushed the issue and accepted the challenge. I regretted threatening him with his job, but it got him there.

"Settle your ass, Ben. You and me going toe to toe isn't going to help. Sarah's in with Trish. Let's you and me go in the house and have a beer."

"Fuck you, George. I'm taking my wife home. She had no right involving you" Ben started toward spa door. I cut him off.

"Listen!" I said getting into Ben's face. "I'm the closest thing to a father that little girl has. You want to play tough guy, that's fine. You can leave and Trish will stay here. You want to deal with this like a man, you can stay and we'll work it out."

"Oh, what the fuck!" Ben threw his hands up. If he thought his job was on line before, he knew it was in jeopardy now.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, son, let's go have that beer."

It took a half an hour to get Ben to loosen up. I told him all the things that Trish had said.

"She thinks I think she a fat cow!" Ben got up and walked around my living room. "Shit, she knows better than that."

"Apparently not." I replied calmly. If what she says is true, why wouldn't she think it.""It's true," Ben admitted. "Shit! I don't want to be telling you this stuff." He paced some more.

"Look, we were making love. I loved making love to her when she was pregnant. But that night the baby kicked and I felt it. Jesus, George I felt the baby kick my dick!"

When he mentioned it, I remembered how that felt the first time. It kind of freaked me out, too. I was beginning to understand.

Ben took a long swig of beer. "After that I was afraid to break it."

"Break what?"

"The baby! What the fuck else!" He became agitated when he saw the smile on my face. "You know how I feel about Trish and how I felt about her having a baby."

"Did you tell her that?"

"No. How could I?"

"OK, so that's explained. Why did you lie to her about tonight?"

"I can't believe I'm tell you this." Ben drained his bottle. "Two weeks ago the doc gave us to go ahead. I was horny. It had been three and a half months. I watched her nurse the baby and I swear she had an orgasm every time she nursed. I'd sit there and watch her nurse and I wanted to push my boy aside and suckle. Made me horny as hell."

"You haven't tasted her milk?" I interrupted.

"You know her breasts aren't very big. The baby needs that milk." 

To that I laughed out loud. "OK, go on."

Ben looked at me annoyed. "Anyway, we were making love, she was sitting on me. I felt the first contractions of her orgasm and her tits began spraying milk everywhere. Jesus, George it was hot as hell. But then all of a sudden, she began to cry, I mean really cry. I figured I had hurt her. I don't want to hurt her!"

I looked at my young, naïve protégé and chuckled. "Son, those were tears of joy. You have to understand that she is going through some wild hormone swings. It's all part of it. And there's enough of that milk for both of you."

Ben flopped himself into a chair. He contemplated what I had said. Then I told him about some of the things that happened during Ellen's three pregnancies and births. Made him feel better. I summed it up. "In your effort to avoid hurting her, you hurt her. I know it doesn't make sense, but for as long as Ellen and I have been married, not much has made sense. It's that Mars/Venus thing.

"I suggest you get your ass next door and fuck your woman's brains out. That's what she needs and wants. She is feeling very insecure right now and the only way you can make her feel secure is to take what she has to offer." I got up, placed an arm around Ben. "I want you to take the rest of the week off. I'll see to it Trish has the week off, too." When Ben protested, I shut him up.

"Have you ever given a women and enema? Have you ever let a woman give you an enema and then fuck you up the ass?"

Ben looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

"Trish said she wanted you to screw her up the ass. She had all the equipment out and I am sure she will tell you how to use it. Don't argue, just go." I sent a very confused Ben out the door.

I wouldn't be young again for anything!  I said to myself, as I watched a still baffled fool head for the spa. 

"What did you say to the boy?" Sarah asked. She had come top the house after Ben went into the spa. "I've never seen anyone that nervous."

"I told him to go give his wife an enema and screw her up the ass."

"Well, he took your advice. I hung around while they hugged and kissed, but left as soon as he mentioned the enema to her. From the way they were carrying on, my guess is the wrap room will be a mess when they are through!" Sarah had a big smile on her face. "At least we don't have any appointments in the morning. It will give me a chance to tidy up."

I took little for me to imagine what was going on a feet away. "I gave Ben the week off and told him Trish could have the week too. Hope you don't mind?"

"Ann has been begging for more hours. It won't be a problem." Sarah looked at her watch. "Time for me to get home." She got up and went to the door.

"Thanks for coming over."

"No problem, George. Thanks for giving me for what I needed." Sarah gave me a big kiss, full on the lips and left.

It was well after midnight when Ben and Trish finally left.

* * * * *

At eleven the next morning, Ben, Trish and the baby entered my office. Ben and Trish looked tussled and tired, but happy.

"I thought I told you to take the week off?"

"I had some prints in my office I needed to get out on the floor. I..." Ben looked at Trish and the baby. There was only love in his eyes. "I mean WE want to thank you for what you did last night. We can't tell you how much it meant to us."

The baby fussed. Trish opened her shirt and put a nipple in little Will's mouth. I caught myself staring.

"It was my pleasure. Now get the hell out of here. I'll see you next Monday."

"We have a favor. I hate to ask, because you've done so much."

"Shoot." I said.

"Do you mind if we use the cabin for a few days? Trish and I have decided we need to get away and spend time as a family."

Ellen and I have a cabin on a small pond just south of the Canadian border. "I won't be using it. You have a key, but you'd best get going. It will take a couple of hours to get it warm enough for Will."

"The car's all packed. Thank you."

Trish came over to me, suckling baby at her breast and gave me a kiss. Her eyes were wet. "Thanks, Dad"

I didn't know what to say other than, "You're welcome, kitten."

As the threesome was leaving me office, Ben held back. When Trish was out of earshot he turned. "Last night you mentioned getting an enema and then getting screwed up the ass."

"Yes, I did"

"Well, uh, where can we buy, uh, stuff, uh, I mean toys for that?" Ben was red-faced and stammered.

I smiled and put my hand on Ben's shoulder. "Downtown on Market Street. A place called Ero's Arrows. You'll find everything you need.

"Thanks." Ben left and ran down the hall to catch up with his family.

I smiled when he placed his hand on Trish's taught, beautiful butt and gave a squeeze.

I hope you've enjoyed this series. Part Four is in the works. I welcome your comments and your votes! 



A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 04



Dear Reader, This is the fourth installment of my "Spa" series. Please read the first three before reading this one.

Ben, Trish and baby Will arrived at the cabin much later than he would have liked, but he didn't mind. He and Trish had been two kids in an adult toy store and a large bag held their purchases. They also stopped at a drug store and purchased an enema kit, plenty of personal lubricant and batteries for the assorted toys they had purchased.

Ben let Trish unload the car while he got the cabin livable. He built a fire in the wood stove, turned on the gas refrigerator and started the generator.

Utility water for the cabin was usually pumped from the pond, but George had pulled the pipe and drained the system for the winter. They had discussed whether or not to hook the system back up. They could dip buckets of water from the pond for toilet flushing and sponge baths, but the weather report didn't call for freezing cold and their little getaway looked like it would be a messy one, so Ben decided to hook up the pump.

He was standing next to the pump, waiting for it to catch it's prime. He looked out over the pond. The fall foliage was at full peak. In the setting sun, the reflection of the colors on the still water was breath taking. Somewhere a loon called and a murder of crows was making its presence know on the other side.

Lost in the moment, he thought back to the previous night. He had never considered his and Trish's sex life as vanilla. They had dabbled in light bondage and other variations, but last night had been mind blowing. He had never seen Trish so worked up, so horny, so wild. The only word that came to his mind to describe her was carnal! He had given her three enemas and she had orgasmed at least twice with each. She sucked his cock like a pro and she screamed for him to cum in her ass. Her breasts sprayed milk everywhere and he had tasted her milk for the first time. The evening had been magical. It had been her idea to come to the cabin and continue their newfound sexuality.

The sound of the pump catching it's prime broke his reverie. He noticed his cock was straining against the confines of his thong and jeans. Yes, he was wearing a string thong. That, too, had been Trish's idea. He was wearing her underwear and it was amazingly comfortable. He wasn't sure what had gotten into his beautiful wife or how long it was going last. He didn't care. He was going to ride the wave as long as the wave rolled. Either from the thought or from the evening chill, he shivered.

"Water's hooked up." Ben announced when he got into the cabin. Will was sleeping soundly in his carrier. The fire had warmed the cabin. Trish was stowing the last of their provisions.

Trish walked over to him and gave him a big wet kiss. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, making his knees go weak.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. She had her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I can wait."

"Well, how about a cocktail?" Trish opened her shirt and nursing bra, exposing her large swollen nipple. "Not to much, Will will be waking soon." Ben lowered his head to her breast. Milk flowed into his mouth the moment he began to suckle. "Oh God, that feels good!" She moaned.

Her milk was sweet and thin. Like drinking sweetened water. Ben savored every drop. He placed his hand on her crotch and rubbed her sex through her pants. Her milk flowed heavier and Trish enjoyed her first orgasm of the evening. She pulled her nipple out of his mouth. "That's enough for now, lover." She placed her hand on Ben's crotch. "Oh my, I see I'm not the only one how needs milking." She gave him another kiss.

"Come watch the sunset." He said to her. "It's beautiful." He took her hand and they walked out onto the porch. Holding each other close, they watch the sun fall behind the mountains.

"It looks like nobody else is here." Trish had noticed that there was no smoke coming from any of the chimneys of the other half-dozen camps that dotted the shore of the pond.

"It's the middle of the week and hunting season hasn't started yet. We are probably the only people within fifty miles."

Trish turned and kissed him again. "How about we spend the next five days naked? I want to be available for you when ever you want." She cupped he hand over the bulge in his pants. "And I want this available to me whenever I want."

Ben's mind was swimming. He had barely uttered out a weak "Sure" when they heard the baby begin to cry.

True to her word, Trish stripped naked before she pulled the baby from the carrier and nursed him.

Ben did the same and watched Trish nurse. It was a beautiful sight. His beautiful wife was naked, sitting in a rocking chair cooing to their beautiful son at her breast. The nipple that the baby was not suckling on was leaking- a small stream of the opaque fluid trailed over the curve of her breast and down her belly. He had never known such bliss.





A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 05



Dear Reader: This concludes the "SPA" series. I hope you've enjoyed it. Your comment and votes are always welcome. The next series is in the works!

When they awoke the next morning, Will's need, of course took priority. Once he was feed and changed, the games began anew.

Ben eagerly accepted his enema. Though his ass hole was sore from the day before, Trish was delicate when she inserted the vibrating plug and slowly stirred the device into action. It gave Ben an instant erection.

While Trish was cleaning up after her colon cleanse, Ben decided he was going to change the rules from the day before. He didn't want to have to wait the entire day to have his orgasm. His youth, after all, gave him the ability to have many hard-ons a day and, therefore many orgasms. He looked over their toy selection. They still had a number of items yet to be used, but Ben settled for the anal beads and the vibrating egg. So when Trish emerged from the bathroom, he was ready.

The anal beads were seven quarter-sized balls connected two each other by a sturdy cord. At the end of the cord there was a plastic ring. With Trish on her hands and knees, Ben inserted each ball. He then placed the vibrating egg in her already dripping vagina. He was truly amazed how horny his bride had become.

With the egg vibrating in her and the plug vibrating in him, they got right to it. Ben went right to work on her weeping nipples, swallowing every drop that entered his mount and licking every drop from the other. A finger was alternating between entering he sex and stoking her hard clitoris. Trish arched and moaned with a number of orgasms, before, with halting words pleaded for him to enter her. Ben didn't remove the egg, instead he just plunged his hard cock inside of her.

The feeling was intense for both. Trish's two love holes were filled to capacity. The vibrations from the egg passed through her vaginal walls into her stuffed rectum and beyond. Milk squirted freely from her excited nipple and gasps and moans escaped her lips. Her hips rose and fell, matching her husbands thrusts.

The egg was rubbing against the sensitive head of Ben's cock. With each plunge he could feel the balls inside of Trish's colon. The vibrations from the egg along side his manhood and the vibrations being sent through his colon where intense. He was ready send his seed into her, but he wanted to wait, wait for her. Sensing she was close, he reached around and loop a finger into ring on the end of her beads and tugged. A ball slipped out of her sphincter and a load moan from her mouth. He did it again and this time it sent Trish over edge into her orgasmic abyss. Feeling her vagina contract around his cock, with one smooth motion her pulled the remaining balls from her anus. Trish's eyes rolled back into her head.

"OOOOOOOOOH" She cried. The scream increased with pitch until all of the air had escaped her lungs.

Ben drove himself deep into her and with a scream of his own, released his load into her. Each orgasmic spasm sent another burst of semen into her womanhood.

Quivering and spent, Trish lashed out with her hand to find the remote control to her egg. Her breasts had sprayed milk all over her, him and the bed. A large puddle of vaginal juices, lube and semen formed under her butt.

"That was the most intense cum I have ever had." She said, when she could finally speak.

"That's what you said last night." Ben added as he turned off the power to his anal invader.

"And I meant it then, too. Oh my God, Ben. I can't believe what is happening. This feeling... I don't know." Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. "I love you so much."

Ben had been as over-whelmed as Trish. He had gone nearly four months without sex to this. He stroked her hair. "I love you, too." He lay upon her and held her tight. Neither noticed that his cock had shriveled and had pulled out of her, releasing more fluids onto the bedspread. It would be the sound of their crying son that finally broke the moment.

The two lovers decided that their holes had been, plugged, screwed and pummeled enough for a while and had decided to give their puckers a rest for the rest of the day. They still remained naked and playful and when they weren't playing with each other, they doted over their son.

The day was clear, sunny and warmer than yesterday. They again went out onto the front lawn and basked in what was probably one of the last warm days of the year. They were sitting in the chaise lounges enjoying the feeling of the sun on their naked bodies. Will was napping in his carrier.

Trish grabbed Ben's arm and shook him out of his light doze. He looked over at her and saw that her brown eyes were as big as saucers and full of panic. When he followed her gaze out over the pond, he saw the source of her alarm. A canoe with a man in a woman had quietly slipped around the point and was now directly in front of them. There was no way they could get back to the cabin without being seen.

The people in the canoe spotted them at almost the same time. "Good afternoon," the man in the back of the canoe hailed.

Trish was mortified. She had not even considered bringing a blanket or towel to cover herself in such an event. Ben had assured her that there was nobody else about. It was too late, now. They had been seen. In defense, Trish folded an arm over her breasts and covered her naked crotch with her other hand.

Ben was irritated at the intrusion into their week of bliss. He knew that it would be difficult to ever get Trish to lay out naked again. It had taken all of his efforts to convince her that it was safe to go au natural in this wilderness. Being a man, we quickly assessed a possible threat, but found none. He saw his wife cover herself and unconsciously covered his own crotch.

"Howdy, he replied weakly." Hoping the interlopers would continue on by.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. We didn't know anyone was about."

"We didn't know anyone was around either." He replied. Trish gave him quick look like "why the hell are you talking?"

"We're heading over to the beach. The sun's shaded over by our cabin, we wanted to lay out and get some pictures."

Ben had noticed something about the couple in the canoe as they hovered twenty feet off shore. They seemed to be only wearing life vests. Since, Trish was staring into the ground, he doubted she noticed.

"Good day for it." Ben replied. He knew the minute they moved on, Trish was going to grab the baby and beat feet for the cabin. There was a good chance this incident was going to throw cold water on their plans for the last two days.

Just as the canoe began its forward progress, Will began to cry. Trish pulled him from the carrier. She used him to cover her breasts and a corner of his blanket to cover her crotch.

Will's cry didn't go unnoticed by the woman in the front of the boat. "Oh, a baby." She exclaimed. "Peter, get us to shore." She dug her paddle into the water and made way for shore.

Despite the fact that she was at least a little covered, Trish nearly panicked. Her eyes were pleading for Ben to "do something!"

It only took a couple of seconds for the canoe to make it to shore. The woman in front placed her paddle across the gunwales and tried to stand up, but she was sailing miserably. "Damn it, Peter come, help me."

When Peter jumped out of the back of the canoe, Ben's suspicion was immediately verified. Other than a life vest, knee high rubber boots and a smile, Peter was buck-naked. He helped the woman out of the canoe and she, too, save for a vest and hiking boots was naked. When she tore off her life vest, it was obvious that she was also very pregnant!

Ben watched the pregnant woman waddling up to where they sat. Peter was pulling the canoe up onto the shore and removing his own vest. Ben was amazed at how easily and unconcerned they were about his and Trish's nudity, as well as their own.

Trish was startled to say the least. She tucked the blanket into her tightly squeezed thighs and, defensively, pulled Will tighter to her chest. Will was frantically trying to get milk from his mother's nipple, but Trish was so tense, she couldn't release any.

The man and woman, Ben noted were about their age. She was taller than Trish, had flaming red hair, fair complexion and a completely shaved crotch. The doctors had shaved Trish when she gave birth, he remembered, and he had liked the look, but by the time he was able to "play" with that part of her, it had grown back in. Peter, Ben noted, was lean and fit and looked very funny walking toward them it his green rubber boots and swinging meat.

The woman approached Trish, who, seeing the woman's condition had relaxed a bit. "How sweet!" The woman exclaimed. "How old?"

"Two months." Trish stammered.

"Is he your first?" The woman was on her knees at Trish's side.

"Yes."

The woman grabbed her protruding belly. "This is our first, too. I'm sorry, my name is Patty." She extended her hand. "And that's my husband Peter."

Trish stuck out a weak hand. She couldn't believe what was happening.

Ben couldn't believe it either, but he couldn't help but notice how comfortable and disarming the woman was. Peter seemed to hold back, letting his wife go goo goo over the infant. Ben stood up and approached the man. "Nice to meet you. Name is Ben"

Peter had the grip of a vise. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry about the intrusion but, ever since she's been pregnant, Patty can't stay away from a baby." Ben noted that Peter was calm and confident despite he was standing next to another naked man.

Ben looked over at the two women. The woman had disarmed Trish and Trish was taking pride in showing off her son. The shock that both were naked seemed to have worn off.

"We didn't know there were other nudists on the pond." Patty jabbered.

"We're not..." Trish began.

"Oh my!" Patty interrupted. "I'm so sorry! You must be horrified." Patty said. There was a look of sincerity on her freckled face. "I mean... I saw you out here naked and just assumed... I forget. I grew up in a nudist family, its natural for me..." Her face was getting as red as her hair.

Trish didn't know what to say, but it certainly explained the couple's actions and ease. "We thought we'd enjoy the afternoon sun. We didn't realize anyone else was here." Ben said, trying to save grace for himself with his wife.

Patty stood up. "I'm so sorry. I guess, we'd better get on our way. I was nice to meet you, Trish." She began to walk toward the canoe. "Nice to meet you, Ben."

Trish spoke up, much to Ben's surprise. "Please, stay. I didn't mean to offend you. I've been so impulsive lately."

Patty turned. "I'm afraid we did the offending." Patty began to cry. Ben had seen the reaction from Trish when she was pregnant.

Motherhood had changed Trish. Ben had witnessed the changes in just the past seventy-two hours. He had noticed that Trish had also noticed pregnancy and birth created an unspoken and unseen bond with women- a kind of sacred sisterhood. Patty's tears flowed directly into Trish's heart. Ben recognized it immediately. He looked at Peter. "How about a beer?"

When Ben got back with a beer for himself and another for Peter, Peter and Patty were sitting on the side of his lounge. Patty was holding Will. Trish was exposed, but seemed very relaxed as she and Patty talked. Peter was relieved that Ben had returned and he could get away from the two women.

"Thanks." He said, when Ben handed him the bottle.

"This is George and Ellen's place."

"I work for George and Trish works for Ellen. George was kind enough to let us come up here for a couple of days. Which camp are you in?"

"It's my father's. The place in the cove. He hasn't had a chance to winterize it, so Patty and I decided to make a mini vacation of it."

"Where are you from?"

"Gardiner. You?"

"Augusta. So you guys are nudists? Sounds interesting."

"Patty and I met at a nudist campground in New Hampshire. Back then it was a job for me, but a lifestyle for her. I'm really sorry we busted in on you this way. Patty has been so impulsive lately. I don't know her anymore. One minute she is laughing, the next crying. One minute, she logical. The next, crazy."

Ben laughed and clanked his beer bottle to Peter's. "Welcome to the club." He took a drink. "Get used to it. It gets worse."

Peter looked into his bottle. "Thanks."

Ben assumed that Peter had wanted to take pictures of the pond and foliage from the beach. The way that the women were carrying on, he knew that if Peter wanted pictures, he'd better get to it. "If you want to take pictures, do it from here. I don't think we'll get those two apart for a while."

Peter went over to the canoe and pulled out his camera. "Come on, sweetcakes." He said to his wife. "Let's get some pictures."

Trish looked at Patty. "You're going to let him take pictures of you?"

"Sure, why not? He's been chronicling my pregnancy. We are making a scrapbook for the baby."

Trish shook her head. "Ben wanted to take pictures, but I wouldn't let him. You're going to let your child see pictures of you naked?!" The realization of a scrapbook had just hit her.

Patty laughed. "I'm a nudist, remember? I want my children to be nudists. They're going to see me naked thirty years from now. What difference does it make?"

Trish contemplated the thought for a moment. Patty was already striking poses for her husband's camera. Trish had to admit that Patty's naked, pregnant body looked beautiful against the reflection of the leaves on the ripple free water.

"Come join me." Patty yelled to Trish.

Trish hesitated, then said "What the hell."

Ben had gotten their camera and had joined Peter. The two men clicked away, while the women struck poses. Trish and posed together and separately. At times one of the men would join them. There was nothing sexual, provocative or suggesting during the entire session. Just two couples having fun-naked.

Time passed quickly. Ben was delighted with the way Trish and Patty were hitting it off. Trish didn't have many friends her own age. Most of her friends from school have moved away and those that remained had children and still worked, so they had little time for socializing. The women that Trish worked with were a good twenty years her senior. It seemed to Ben that Patty had potential for a good friendship. The bonus was that he and Peter were getting along pretty well, too. They had similar interests and found conversation easy. But then again, everything about this couple was easy.

It wasn't until the first evening chill came in off the pond that they realized how late it was getting. Patty wrapped her arms around herself and goose flesh covered her body. "We'd better get going," she said to Peter.

"Do you have any clothes in the canoe?" Trish asked.

"We didn't think we'd be out here long enough."

Trish looked at Ben and then back to Patty. "You can't go back across the lake in that canoe, you'll freeze. Why don't we let the men take the canoe back to your place on the car. Peter can get whatever you need for clothes and bring your car back here. You guys can stay for dinner, we have an extra steak."

Patty looked to Peter, if he gave any protest of agreement, he did it wordlessly.

"We don't want to intrude. I mean we have already intruded enough. But, thank you."

"It won't be a problem. Just stay for dinner and leave. It won't be any bother."

Patty looked to Peter once again. "OK, but we have a steak. Peter can bring it back. We have salad fixings and potatoes, too."

Trish hadn't bothered to clear any of this with Ben. "You don't mind running Peter back to their place do you?" Even if he had wanted to, Ben knew better than to say no.

"Sure, come on Peter, let's grab the canoe." When the boat was loaded, Ben didn't even notice that he was still naked. He didn't give it a thought and neither did his wife.

Will was napping in his carrier when Trish and Patty entered the cabin. Trish set about bringing the wood fire back to life.

"You know what I hate most about being pregnant?"

Trish could think about two or three dozen things she had hated, but none seemed more important than they others. "What's that?"

"I hate having a bladder no bigger than a golf ball. I ready need to go pee."

Trish laughed, yup she hated that. "Go through the bedroom. The door to the bathroom is on the right."

"Thanks." Patty waddled off. Trish was getting ready to cut vegetables when Patty returned.

"WOW, great toy collection.."

Trish froze in panic. All of their toys were sitting on top of the bureau. They had made no effort to hide them, but they hadn't seen the need and she had forgotten all about them. Her face flushed. This was the second time,that afternoon, she and Peter had been exposed.

Patty saw the paralyzed Trish, again she quickly diffused the situation. "One thing I really miss, is my toys, especially the anal ones, but over the last month we've been careful about getting me over excited." She chuckled. "I think Peter is afraid that I am going to spit the baby out if I come too hard."

Trish looked at Patty, the color began to reappear in her face.

"I do still get enjoy my weekly enema." Trish remembered the enema bag was also in plain sight, hanging off the shower rod.

"You have an enema weekly." It was a chance to move the focus of the conversation away from she and Ben.

"For as long as I can remember. My grandmother came here from Ireland, she had this thing about being clean. She gave them to my mother and my mother continued the tradition. Every Saturday morning before my brothers or I could go out and play, we had to have our cleansing. She claimed that it would keep us healthy and I got to admit that in all the years I lived at home, I can't ever remember any of us being sick." 

"Peter, too?"

"It took some coaxing, but he finally gave in. What about you guys?"

In the past Trish would have been uncomfortable discussing her sex and hygiene life, but it seemed so easy and natural with Patty. Patty certainly didn't hold anything back.

"We both had our first since we were kids this week. Ellen has been offering them at the spa for some time now and many of our clients have become fans."

"The spa sounds like my kind of place. Getting naked, getting cleaned and getting pampered is right up my alley."

"You should give it a try. We don't give many enemas, most feel more comfortable doing them at home. Ellen has a special herbal formula she sells. I'll send you a bottle to try."

"Cool, I'd like to give a try. I'll see to it my mother checks the spa out when she comes after the baby is born."

Just them, Will awoke crying. "Sounds like someone needs his diaper changed." Trish set her knife down.

"I'll change him." Patty offered. "If you don't mind? I need the practice."

"You'll get plenty of practice." Trish chuckled. "But if you want, the changing table is in the bedroom. The diapers are in the drawer to the right."

Patty picked up the baby and he immediately quieted. He also found one of Patty's nipples and began to suckle. The sensation made her legs go weak. "I think he's hungry, too."

An instant tang of jealousy hit Trish. Seeing her baby's lips wrapped around another woman's teat was unnerving. She was happy that Patty was carefully trying to remove him from her. "How do I get him off?"

"You have to place a finger at his lips and press against your nipple to break the suction."

"Isn't that just like a man!" Patty howled. "Any old nipple in the storm." 

Her remarks and actions settled Trish. "Yea, they learn young, don't they?"

Trish sat in the rocker and took Will when Patty passed him to her. Will quickly found her nipple and suckled. Patty watched.

"Does that always happen?"

"What?"




A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 05



"Do you always have an orgasm when you nurse? That's the second time I have watched you nurse and the second time I've watched you flush and shake."

Trish's face blushed. "Pretty much."

"I can't wait!" Patty placed a hand on her swollen abdomen. Trish could see the woman's belly flutter as the baby kicked inside her. "I think someone else is hungry, too. Where the hell are our men?"

"They'll be along. They can't miss a meal either." To change the subject and to meet her curiosity, she asked. "What does being a nudist mean?"

"Well," Patty began. "It means being comfortable about yourself and not being afraid to show it. I do everything you do- clean the house, mow the lawn, tend to the garden- only I do it naked. Peter and I have friends that we get together with that enjoy the lifestyle and we only vacation at nudist campgrounds and resorts."

Trish had had a vision of nudism. Naked bodies and sex everywhere. "I don't think I could handle it. I mean..." she stammered. "I don't like watching other people, uh..."

Patty laughed. "You think be a nudist means orgies and sex craved people screwing wildly wherever and however. That's what most people think, but that is not the case. There's a difference between 'swingers' and 'nudists'. Most swingers are not nudists and most nudists aren't swingers. My parents are nudists and I can honestly say that I have never seen them have sex. Some foreplay-yes, but never the 'deed'. 

"Ever since I can remember, my entire family has been naked whenever possible. I watched my brothers go through puberty and adolescence. They saw me developing. We never gave it a single thought. While our friends were obsessing about their new found sexuality, we saw nothing but our own confidence." Patty's baby gave her another kick. "I have never been to an orgy." Her tone was terse.

"I didn't mean..."

Patty interrupted. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean anything. I've been a bit testy lately, especially when I'm hungry. I have an idea. Next Saturday we're having a party at our place. It's a varied group, but clothing is optional. Why don't you and Ben come over?"

Trish shifted Will to her other breast. "I don't know if I could, you know, be naked in front of strangers."

Patty laughed again. "Could you get naked in front of non-strangers? That's the point!" Patty looked directly at Trish. "You've done well around Peter and I and Ben seems to be cool about it. Nudists are the most real people you'll ever meet. It's easy to be anyone you want to be in a $500 Armani suit. But naked, you can only be who you are. I have never met a pretentious, pompous, conceited nudist. But I have met many like that wearing clothes. Just give it a try."

"I'll think about it." Will had gotten his fill. Trish shifted him to her shoulder and began to tap his back. Wanting to change the subject, she asked, "Have you ever met George and Ellen?"

Patty laughed. "A little more than a year ago. That was interesting."

"Oh, how so?"

Patty's smile grew. "Well, it was the weekend before Memorial. Peter and I came to help his parents open the camp. It was hot, I mean VERY HOT and there wasn't a breath of air. We had all the windows in the camp open, but since they didn't want to leave the generator running all night, we didn't have any fans. Peter and I were sleeping on the porch and since his parents frowned on nudity, we had bedclothes on. Well, anyway, Peter and I were lying on top of the covers, sweat rolling off our heads. I think I was ovulating, because I was horny. Peter didn't want to make love, because he was afraid his parents might hear us. Anyway, it must have been eleven or so when we heard what we thought were coyotes. Up here, on a still night, sound travels for miles. Well, anyway.. " Patty paused in her story. "Coyotes don't scream 'Oh, George, I'm coming! Make me come more!

"That went on for, at lease a half an hour. The next thing we heard was two people splashing and having fun in the water. It was more than I could handle, I jumped Peter and we could hear his parents bumping away in the cabin." Patty laughed again.

"The next morning Peter and I went for a canoe ride and found George and Ellen the same way we found you and Ben- naked and enjoying the sunshine. They invited us in for a drink and snack. I gotta say that for man his age, George still looks pretty hot."

Trish chuckled to herself. She could easily see George and Ellen behaving that way.

"Anyway, when we told them we were going to be here for the Memorial weekend, they invited us over. George said to 'come as we were' and we did!"

"George and Ellen were naked?" Trish had grown up with George and Ellen and she knew that they were 'eccentric'.

"They remind me of my parents. We like them a lot. In fact, it would be nice if they joined us too. That is if you can deal with it." The pregnant woman paused. "Confession time, we knew you were here when we paddled over. But we thought it was George and Ellen. We had no idea it was someone else. Some surprise!"

"I'll be damned." Trish was placing Will back into his bassinet. She heard car doors slam. The men were back. "We'll be there."

"What?"

"We'll be at your place next Saturday and we'll pass the invite. But, there's a catch."

"Shoot!"

"You join us again, here, tomorrow night. We have a cribbage board."

"Well, we were planning on leaving tomorrow afternoon. We didn't bring enough food for two nights."

"Then, I say, we send the men out for a grocery run. Oh, and come as you are."

Trish and Ben had just finished making mad passionate love. Trish's milk trickled from each nipple and flowed in rivulets down their sweating, heaving bodies. 

"I want another baby." Trish blurted, between the after-shocks of her orgasm.

Ben held his wife in his arms. He was semi shocked by the statement. He wanted another baby and probably more. "I can live with that."

Trish raised herself onto her elbow. Ben saw wet love and devotion in her eyes. "I don't want to go back onto the pill and I certainly hate the feeling of a condom."

"What's gotten into you? Oh, other than me?" He replied, toyingly.

"You know I bitched the entire time I was pregnant." Ben knew that well, but only nodded. "But, I loved the feeling of life growing in me. I swear Patty taught me more about myself today than I have learned in my entire life. How do you feel about a LARGE family?"

Ben gulped. "The same way you do." Ben had learned to go along for the ride. It had been an amazing week. One day his marriage was on the rocks and the next his wife had turned into a sexual animal and she had agreed to go to a nude dinner party the following weekend, He wasn't about to ruin the moment. "Whatever you want, my love."

"You're here early." Ben entered George's office on Monday morning. He usually arrived at the office an hour or so before George. He immediately figured something had gone wrong in his absence.

"Ellen and I are going to Bermuda for a couple of days. There are a few things I needed to clean up before I dumped it in your lap." George needed the vacation. It had been a long week dealing with both the spa and the shop. He, also, desperately needed to spend some down time with his wife.

"Everything alright here?"

"We made the Friday deadline. I've put two prints on your desk for quotes. How was your vacation?"

"It was awesome. I want to thank you again for everything you did for Trish and me. I think you saved our marriage."

"That was one hell of a shopping spree you two went on. Two hundred and eighty bucks will buy a lot of toys at Eros' Arrow." George had a smile on his face.

Ben was puzzled. "How do you know that?"

"In your excitement you must have grabbed the wrong credit card. You charged it on the company card."

Ben flushed and smiled. "I'll have it deducted from my check."

"I already took care of it. Consider it a gift. I filed it with the expenses from the employee picnic."

"Thanks. Oh, we met Peter and Patty. They said to say 'hi'."

George raised his eyebrow. "Doesn't she have the prettiest red beaver pelt you've ever seen? Great knockers, too."

"I don't know about the beaver pelt. She's completely shaved. But she is seven months pregnant and her knockers are huge."

"Huh," George replied. "Sorry I missed it."

"You might still get your chance. We are all invited over to their place for dinner Saturday night. Will you be back by then?"

"It's just a three day getaway. We'll be back. I'll put it by Ellen."

"One nice thing about doing things with Peter and Patty is that the women won't have to fuss over what to wear." Ben had been hesitant about forwarding the invitation to George and Ellen. He might have difficulty being naked with the two of them and then have to work for George, too. But, after the week he had just had, he figured he could deal with anything. His father had once told to never question a change of fortune- especially when the fortune is in your favor.

Thanks to all that have emailed and commented on the past installments. I hope you have enjoyed!



A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 06



Reader: This story is a continuation of the "A Much Needed Spa Treatment" series. For the most part it will stand alone, but some might make more sense if you have read the whole series. Thanks for any comments you might want to leave!

Just a few short hours ago, George had been in his office looking over resumes for the drafting and mechanical engineering job he and Ben had created at his company. It had been hard to concentrate. Ben had narrowed the field of applicants down to a half –dozen. He could of let Ben do the interviewing and hiring, but, as good a general manager Ben was, he was still young. George would let Ben give his opinion, but in the end it was his company and his decision. He gave each of the resumes a cursory glance and stuffed them in his briefcase. He would look them over more carefully later.

All thoughts of the office where behind him now. He was sitting naked on the patio of the Bermudan resort. He sipped his drink as he watched his beautiful wife shave her crotch with the electric shaver. He was certain he had just witnessed an orgasm. Life was good!

He had not been real happy with her decision to open the spa. They didn't need the money and he had finally arrived to the point with his own business that he could take time off to travel and enjoy the fruits of his labor. The spa, he knew, would consume much of Ellen's time and put a crimp in his plans, but it was something she wanted to try and since he loved her, he went along. He wanted her to be happy, so gave moral, physical and financial support to her venture. A small price for the dividends and rewards he was now reaping.

The place had yet to show a profit. In fact, with all of the travelling Ellen had done for "research" and the initial costs for the equipment, he figured it would take another year or two to break even. It wasn't monetary rewards he was enjoying, it was the change in his wife and the impact of her happiness on life that was the dividend.

Her latest trip (and latest reward) had been to a seminar on body hair removal. She had decided that the spa should offer "bikini trims". She came home with a wide variety of depilatories, waxes, an electric shaver and a completely bald beaver.

George smiled as he took another sip. Ellen was smearing a cocoa butter and vitamin E lotion on her freshly shaved bug.

"You like what you see?" She asked with a smile of her own.

"I still can't believe you did that. Makes me want to jump face first between those beautiful legs and eat you whole!"

Ellen stood up, exposing herself to anyone beyond the balcony, and approached her husband. She straddled his legs and she pulled his face to her bosom. George's hand found her smooth, greasy mound. His middle finger sought and found the opening to her sex. "Hmmm," she cooed as she squatted more to give his probing digit better access. Moments later she shivered as a small quake of pleasure passed through her.

"We still have time before our reservations." George said. His cock was hard and he wanted to replace his finger with his tongue.

Ellen pulled herself away. George saw a mischievous look in her eyes. She placed her hand on his engorged organ, gave him a deep kiss and then placed her mouth to his ear. "I have a deal for you." Ellen manipulated George's oozing member. "I'll go to the nude beach tomorrow if you go completely naked."

If it was possible, George's cock got even harder. He had always wanted to take her to a nude beach, but Ellen never would. She had no problem going naked around the house and she had gotten very comfortable being naked around Peter and Patty, but to be around a large group of naked bodies she would not do.

"You know I'll drop my pants anywhere."

"That's not what I had in mind." He hand tightened around his manhood. "I mean COMPLETELY naked," she paused, "They say that shaver works on men too."

Because of the ministrations she was doing to his cock and her willingness to go to the nude beach, it took a moment for him to realize what she was suggesting. He pushed her face away from his ear. "You want to shave my ENTIRE body?"

Ellen smiled when she saw the look of terror on his face. She gave his cock a couple of long easy strokes. "Not your entire body." She the fingers of her other hand through his very wooly chest. "We can just trim this back a bit."

"You want to shave little George?"

Ellen let go of his cock and began to lightly pull on his pubic hair. "I think it's only fair. Besides, we're going to selling the shavers and some of our clients might want to know if it works on their men." Ellen's voice was low and seductive. "And, maybe, without all this hair, I might want to spend a lot of time doing this." She lowered her head, gave the head of his prick a couple of licks and took the head into her mouth.

George was reeling. Ellen really knew how to get to him- a blowjob. But the idea of having a sharp tool getting close to his cock and balls was a bit unnerving. Ellen lowered her mouth further down his penis and slowly withdrew it. George put his head back and moaned.

Ellen pulled her self away before George exploded in her mouth. She stood reached out her hand. "Come. We'll do this in the bathroom." It was obvious she wasn't going to take 'No' for an answer.

George looked at her, drained his glass. "Why not?" With reluctance, he followed her into the bathroom.

"I see you had this well planned," George said when he saw Ellen pull an electric barber's clipper from her cosmetic bag.

Ellen gave him a mischievous smile. "Get in the tub."

While George stood in the tub, Ellen used the clipper and trimmed his chest and back hair to less than an inch. When that was done she began to work around his genitals, ever so carefully removing all the hair on his scrotum, inner thighs and pubis until only a short stubble remained.

She stood back and admired her work. "That wasn't so bad. Was it?"

George had to admit that the vibrations from the clippers had felt quite wonderful.

"Now to finish," Ellen took a bottle of talcum powder, poured a generous amount in her hand and rubbed it all over his cock and balls. She then grabbed the new shaver (the one she had just used on herself) and with great care and gentleness she used it to remove the remaining stubble until his crotch was as naked as the day he was born.

When she was done, she moved her hand over her handy work. "Take a shower and rinse off the hair. I'll be waiting for you on the bed."

When George arrived at the bed, Ellen was waiting for him with a jar of the Vitamin E and cocoa butter salve. He lay on the bed and let his wife apply salve. He had to admit that without hair, her fondling felt very different and very good. Ellen rubbed the mixture in until he was rock hard and his own juices helped with the lubrication. "I think I like the way this feels," Ellen said lovingly.

All George could say was, "Me, too." The combination of her attention on the balcony, the shaving process and her work with the balm had built a great deal of pressure in his scrotum.

As promised, Ellen began to give him a long deep blowjob. She turned around, straddled his chest and lowered her dripping sex onto George's eager mouth. It didn't take long in the sixty-nine position that they both came. He squirted his semen into her mouth and she squirted her juices onto his face.

They had enjoyed a beautiful Bermudan day on the beach. George was surprised that he was a bit hesitant about stripping naked. It was because of his new look, but as soon as he saw his wife remove her light dress, revealing her luscious tits and naked crotch, he joined her.

"I don't know why I have resisted doing this so much in the past," Ellen said to him as they soaked in the warm sun. "I love doing this at the camp."

"Feels wonderful. You up for a swim?

Without a second thought, they got up and walked across the beach and waded into the water. Once they were up to their bellies, they settled into the clear blue water. Ellen faced him, wrapped her legs around him and gave him a big kiss. "I'm sorry about what happened while I was gone last week." It was only the umpteenth time she had apologized for the added stress her absence had placed upon him.

"Forget about it," He said for the said number of times. He felt Ellen shift her hips causing her pussy to rub against his cock. "You do much more of that and it will be a while before I will be able to get out of the water."

With her arms wrapped around his neck, she looked at him. She had that look, the dirty look he liked so much. "Really," she chucked. She ground herself into him again. "I'm in no hurry."

Trying to take his mind off of what she was doing, he changed the subject. "What do you want to do tonight?"

Keeping the look and continuing her gyrations she replied, "Well, I was thinking we should go back to the room and that I should clean out that cute ass of yours so I can stuff it. Think you can go to dinner and a little dancing plugged in."

So much for changing the subject. The thought of it and her constant grinding was bringing little George to attention. George looked nervously about. Ellen let go of his neck with one hand and slipped her arm into the water between them and guided his erection into her.

"You know this is poor etiquette."

Ellen laughed. "Now who's the prude. Nobody can see what is happening out here. Look," she pointed down the beach.. There were no less that a dozen other couples in the same position. "Can you see that they are having sex?"

"No, but…" Before he could finish, Ellen covered his mouth with hers.

She kisses him long and deep and the motion and buoyancy of the salt water gave a natural, effortless motion to their lovemaking. Ellen squeezed her vaginal muscles. She had used the Jinglou balls for months and her pelvic floor muscles could open a coke bottle (another benefit of the spa). Her uniquely feminine muscles milked his cock. It wasn't long before he was ejaculating into her accepting love canal.

She broke the kiss and with love in her eyes like he had never seen, said, "There, it won't be long before you can leave the water and no one will be the wiser. I love you, George!"

"I love you, too, dumpling." With that the kissed again until his waning hard-on slipped out of her.

. As they approached their lounges, they noticed that another couple had set up within a few feet.

"I hope you don't mind," the woman said when George and Ellen approached. "It's the only shade left on the beach."

Ellen flashed her a smile. "No problem, we probably won't stay much longer anyway."

George found it difficult not to stare at the naked woman. She was late twenties or early thirties and brunette. Her body was bronze and well muscled. Her tits were not large, but well proportioned to her five foot five inch frame and the well perfectly round and firm. Her crotch was covered with long, thick, black hair. And she had the face of a goddess.

"I'm Ellen and this is my husband George," Ellen began the introductions.

"Terry and my husband is Ken." The woman extended her hand.

Ken was as handsome as his wife was gorgeous. Both, George noted, had firm handshakes. He also thought he recognized them, but he was certain he had never met them- he would have remembered.

"I'm going to the bar. Anybody want a drink?" George asked.

"I'd like a pina colada." Ellen replied.

"Ken? Terry?"

"I'd love a daiquiri, but without the rum. I'm drinking for two."

Ellen perked up. "You're pregnant? How many weeks?"

"Just 6."

"How wonderful. I just became sort of a grammy." Ellen began talking about Trish. George knew that whatever idea he had for a quiet afternoon with his wife had just been blown.

"What can I get you, Ken?"

"I guess I'll go with you." He and George took off for the beach bar and left the women to their chatter.

"Where you from?" Ken asked.

"Central Maine." He replied. "You?"

"Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Where abouts in Maine."

"Waterville. I little town just north of Augusta."

"I know the place. My family has a camp in Belgrade on Long Pong."

"Really!" George replied. "What do you do in Portsmouth?"

"Well, I used to be a mechanical engineer for a fabricating company, but they closed last week. We had this trip planned weeks ago and I didn't think to take out the trip insurance. What do you do in Waterville?"

George immediately realized why he recognized the couple. Ken had submitted a resume for the job he had open. Small world!, he thought to himself. He couldn't remember if Ken had made Ben's short list, so he played evasive. "I'm self employed." Wanting to change the subject. "How long you here for?"

"The week." They got to the bar and got their drinks. When they returned to the women, the sisterhood was in high gear.

"Honey," Ellen said to her husband. "Terry is a masseuse and does Reflexology. I was just telling her about the spa."

"Sounds like my kind of place," Terry infused. "There isn't anything like that in Portsmouth."

George settled into his lounge. "Ellen has worked hard building it up. Ken tells me that his family has a camp in Belgrade. You should come over a take a look, I bet Ellen would throw in a wrap ."

The ladies continued their banter until Ken finally put an end to it. "I've had enough beach. We have time to check out a couple of the shops in the resort."

"How about you two joining us for dinner?" Ellen said as Terry and Ken gathered their stuff and got dressed. "We're eating at the ala carte Italian."

"We'll discuss it. We're in 307, you?"

"212. Our reservations are for eight. I'll give you a call later."

"Nice meeting you, George. If we don't make dinner, we'll have to get together tomorrow." Terry and Ken walked away.

"I like her." Ellen said. "She reminds me of Patty. What did you think of Ken?"

"Nice kid. Let's head back."

"I didn't know you were hiring?" Ellen said while looking over Ken's resume.

"We haven't had much time to discuss my business." His comment wasn't intended to make Ellen feel guilty, but it had. She was so involved in the spa that she often forgot about George's business.

"Small world," she replied. "No wonder Terry seemed a little distracted. She's pregnant and he's unemployed. Did you tell him about this?"

"No, I knew he had sent in a resume, but wasn't sure he made the short list. It stood out that he had submitted a picture of both he and his wife. That impressed me."

"Are you going to hire him?"

"He is certainly qualified, but I didn't talk to him enough to decide if he'll fit in."

"If you hired him, I'd hire her. You know I don't believe in coincidence. This is fate!"

"I'd like to talk more with him and Ben should be a part of this. He's the one that will be working with him the most."

"Ben will trust your judgement, besides it's your company."

"Yes, I know."

"They probably didn't accept our dinner reservation because they can't afford it. I'm going to call their room and insist. Besides, if it is a job interview, the dinner is tax deductible."

"I was looking forward to having a romantic dinner with you alone. You were going to plug me in. Remember?"

"Then, we'll have breakfast with them. Fair?"

"Good enough." George embraced his wife and gave her a big wet kiss. "Now what we were going to do tonight?"

George had been cleaned and his butt plug was firmly in place. He was wearing shorts without underwear. Ellen was wearing a flowery sun dress without under wear. "I think you are underdressed," George said to her. He picked up the colorful box that held her Jinglou balls.

"You don't expect me to go out with those inside me?" Ellen was definitely shocked. "What if I sneeze or cough and one of them comes out and rolls across the floor?"

"Then I will yell 'GRENADE' and we will get the hell out." George kissed his bride of thirty years. "Besides, what was it you said to me yesterday when you wanted me to shave my balls? Fair is fair?"

"OK, but if I am in distress, they come out." She kissed him. "Besides, I was hoping you'd suggest the balls." George knew that he was lucky being married to such a wicked woman. Ellen hiked her dress, lay back on the bed and let George insert the greased balls into her vagina. Ellen rocked her hips a couple of times so that he could hear them clang and chime for him. "OK, lets go." 

Their gates were slow and deliberate as they walked to the restaurant.

"OH, YES!" Ellen cried. She had George held firmly by the ears, pulling his face into her crotch. "Make me come, baby! Lick me! OH Yes!! Just like that!"

They had barely made it back to the hotel room. His plug and her balls had made them so horny. In fact, her dress was just pulled up. George hadn't taken the time to remove it. He pushed her onto the bed. Pushed up the dress and dove headfirst into her sopping snatch.

George took a finger and stroked the peritoneum (that little patch of skin between her vagina and anus). When his finger got close to her anus, Ellen thrusted her hips looking for penetration, but George teased. "Oh God, George. What are you doing to me?"

George didn't answer. His mother had always told him never to talk with his mouth full and right now his mouth was full of his wife's clitoris. But, he teased. Two fingers entered her vagina and sought the little nubs on the roof of her sex that he knew of as her spot. His fingers rubbed, his fingers pushed and his fingers moved in and out. When he thought she was ready, a finger from his other hand plunged into her well-lubricated anus. Her response was instant. Her hips pushed into the air and her sex was pushed onto his tongue. A moan, another moan and then, a full out scream. "I'm coming!" A stream of her vaginal fluid gushed into his mouth. Her anus clamped onto his finger and her vaginal muscles gripped his fingers."

"I… came…I came…" she spoke haltingly and tried to pull away from his mouth and fingers, but he continued his ministrations until she cried for mercy. From start to finish, her orgasm had been minutes long.

"I need you in me." Ellen had come down from her orgasm, but her body still shook and spasmed from his attention.

"I can wait until tomorrow," he whispered in her ear. "Tonight, is for you." With that George lowered himself back to her sex and began licking again. He licked until she passed out, not from blis.. She was so wracked from orgasm, he stripped her and tucked her in. "Tomorrow my love," he said to her. "We'll do this again." Ellen moaned. George snuggled into her and they fell asleep.

"Are you willing to relocate?" George asked Ken. They were having breakfast. Terry and Ellen were doing aerobics. Ellen had arranged it so that George could be alone with Ken. He had yet told Ken who he was, so their conversation was easy and candid. For George, it was the best possible way to interview a prospective employee.

"To a point," Ken answered. "Terry's family lives in Portsmouth and her mother is not in the best of health. I got an offer from an outfit in Nevada, but that is too far away. I didn't tell her about it, because I know how she feels."

For George, the interview was over. He didn't need to know any more. Ken was not thinking about himself, but about his wife and her feelings- not himself.

"You ever hear about an outfit called "GTSE Fabrication?"

"Of course, they're up your way. We lost a couple of contracts to them. I sent a resume to them last week."

George smiled "Do you know what GTSE means?"

"I assumed it had something to do with the initials of the owners. Do you know them?"

"It stands for 'George Therlow Structural Engineering' and. Yes I know them."

Ken was quick on the uptake. "And you're George Therlow." It was not a question.

"That's right and you are hired. I'll pay you 45K the first year. If you work out, I'll move it to 50."




A Much Needed Spa Treatment Ch. 06



"You're not fucking with me?" Ken was caught completely by surprise.

George chuckled. "Oh, and Terry can work at the spa." George sipped his orange juice.

Ken was wide-eyed. Still disbelieving. "Don't fuck with me. We couldn't handle it!"

NOT ME, but WE. George loved it. "I'm not fucking with you." George held out his hand. "I'll speak to the concierge and pay for another week for you and your wife to stay here-on me. I expect to see you in my office three weeks from Monday. We'll arrange temporary housing. I will arrange for a 2,000 dollar moving allowance to be deposited in your account on Friday."

Ken was incredulous. "I don't know what to say. Terry is going to be thrilled. A job and another week in paradise."

"Take good advantage of the vacation. In another few months your life is going to be turned on it's end. Babies do that to you."

Ken sat back in his chair. "Holy shit! I can't believe this. Thank you. I've got to tell Terry."

"You won't have to wait long. Here come our brides."

Ken jumped from his chair and rushed to his wife. "Jesus, honey," he blurted. "You're not going to believe what just happened." He grabbed her and led her to the table and told her the news.

Tears welled in Terry's eyes. "Oh my God!" She screamed loud enough for the other diners to hear. "You two are the tooth fairy and Santa Claus wrapped up into one beautiful bundle."

Ellen hugged Terry, who was openly crying. "You can start at the spa whenever you are ready. I think you'll get along well with the others. They're going to be delighted to have another baby to dote over."

"I think we made them quite happy." Ellen was filing a red enema bag with warm water. "Giving them an extra weeks vacation was a nice touch."

George was on his hands and knees on the bathroom floor waiting to feel Ellen insert the nozzle in is ass and flood his colon. He enjoyed getting an enema from her. It was another benefit of the spa. "Remember how it was when we were their age? We couldn't afford a steak, so much for a vacation."

Ellen greased the nozzle and slowly inserted it into his rectum. She slowly screwed his ass with it before pushing it in the proper length and opened the valve. George felt the rush of water enter him. It caused him to quiver.

"Yup, I remember." Ellen watched the rubber bottle slowly collapse as the water left the bottle and fill him. She reached between his legs and stroked his cock. Her hand became slick with his precum. "I also know what I am going to do to you after this is done."

George was lost in the feeling of her fondling and the feeling of his insides being filled. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to put on my harness and fuck your ass silly. In fact, I think I'll go put it on now and show you."

While George was waiting for the enema in his bowels to work its magic, Ellen pranced around in front of him stroking her cock and talking dirty. She continued even while he was sitting on the toilet expelling the water.

"Get on the bed." Ellen demanded. George had expelled his enema and showered. Ellen was standing next to the bed. He complied.

Ellen got between his legs and began giving George a blowjob. The lack of pubic hair allowed him to watch his wife's lips slide all the way to the bottom of his pole. The sight was extremely stimulating. Not wanting to loose control too quickly, he had let his head fall back and he closed his eyes.

Ellen knew when her husband was close to cumming. She could feel his hairless scrotum tense and she stopped working with her mouth. "I like sucking your bald cock," she said. "But I think it is time we get to the business at hand. Slide to the edge of the bed."

George did as he was told. He slid as close the edge and still be able to keep his feet up. The position gave Ellen complete access to his very clean rectum. Ellen smeared some KY Jelly on his anus and some on his erect cock. Slowly, she inserted a finger into him and began to slowly finger fuck his ass. George worked his hips to meet her invading finger.

"You liking this, baby," She cooed. When he groaned his answer, Ellen slid a second finger into him and worked her hand a bit more vigorously.

"Once, we get you opened, I'm going to stick my fat cock in you and fuck you silly while you play with your cock. I want to watch you spray your cum all over my tits."

George loved it when his normally very proper talked dirty to him. Her talk and fingers nearly sent him over the edge. "Not yet, baby." Sensing his condition, Ellen pulled her fingers from George's slippery pucker.

"Put your heels on my shoulders." George placed his heels on her shoulders and got his ass to the very edge of the bed.

Ellen guided the phallus strapped around her waist into his anus. The dong was much larger than her fingers, so she had to give a push to get the head into him. Once, the head was past his sphincter, the rest slide in quite easily. She let him relax a bit and then began to slowly withdraw her cock until it was almost out and slid it back in.

George instinctively reached for his cock. "Not yet," Ellen scolded. "I'm going to fuck you fast and hard before you cum." George obeyed and removed his hand.

Ellen picked up the pace and was soon thrusting the dong in and out of her husband's ass. George picked up her rhythm and matched her thrusts. Ellen was, indeed, giving George's ass the royal fucking she had promised and he was loving it.

When he finally wrapped his hand around his own cock, Ellen did not protest. "Rub the huge cock," she cooed. "Yea baby, I want to watch you cum. Spray your seed on my tits."

His cock was slippery and with Ellen pounding into him, he had a bit of trouble getting a rhythm. When he started matching his hand strokes with her thrusts, it only took a few moments before he felt the first contractions in his prostate. His back arched, Ellen buried her cock to the hilt and held his hips tight. George groaned and Ellen was rewarded with a large stream of semen squirting from his cock and hitting her in the chin. The second stream landed between her tits. The third squirt filled her navel. What was left covered his hand.

"Wow, that was intense," George gasped out.

Ellen left the dong in his ass beyond the time he was fully drained. She enjoyed how he looked after a good orgasm. "You got me in the chin."

George had not yet opened his eyes. When he did he saw the results. A large string of cum was flowing down his wife's chin and onto her chest, another stream was flowing between her breasts. It was nearly as beautiful sight as the look of love in her eyes.

Ellen pulled her cock out of him and fell upon his chest. He could feel his cum being squished between their chins when she kissed him. Ellen wiggled her torso, grinding the rest on his semen into their chests and bellies.

George pushed her up so he could look in her eyes. "I think it's your turn."

"Not now. This was your turn. Just like last night was for me. I think we should go to the beach and when we get back, I'll let you shave me and you'll have to inspect your work with your tongue." She gave him a mischievous smile and got up from the bed. "Let's clean up and head to the beach."

They had spent a beautiful day in paradise, George mused as he enjoyed a glass of wine on the balcony. They had made a nice young couple very happy, Ellen had screwed his ass, they spent a quiet afternoon on the beach and in a few minutes he was going shave his wife's pussy and lick her to orgasm. It was a pity they had only one more day of vacation.

George watched his wife laying out their clothes for dinner. He loved watching her walk around naked. Two days in the Bermuda sun had bronzed her nicely and she had no tan lines. He watched her lay out her dress and walk toward him.

On the table was a glass of wine for her and the tools we would soon be plying on his wife's crotch. "I see you are prepared," she said see the round electric razor, powder and cocoa butter.

"You know me, always the good Boy Scout."

"Do you think we should call Ken and Terry and ask them to join us for dinner?" She asked.

George had hoped they would run into Ken and Terry at the beach. As much as he loved his wife and loved her body, he doubted he could ever see enough of Terry naked. "We can try, but I'll bet after we told them about the jobs, they went back to their room and celebrated."

Ellen smiled, "I bet it wasn't as good as our celebration." Just as she began to sit down there was a knock on the door.

"Ignore it." George said when Ellen got up.

"I'll just see who it is."

Ellen walked to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's Ken and Terry."

When she started to open the door, George said, "Don't you think we should get robes on?"

"For God's sake George, we spent the whole day with them naked."

Before he could protest any further, Ellen opened the door and invited the young couple in.

Terry was a bit startled. "Did we come at a bad time?" She hesitated entering the room.

"No, we're just having a glass of wine. We were just talking about you. We wanted to invite you to dinner. Come in."

Terry entered the room with Ken in tow. Ken was carrying a bottle of champagne. "We should have called." Ken said apologetically.

"George is out on the balcony." Ellen pointed.

The young couple was obviously uneasy and did not immediately follow her to the balcony. "That's ok, " Ken said nervously. "We can come back later."

"Don't be silly," Ellen said easily. "Just pretend we're on the beach."

"We were all naked then. And you weren't our bosses then either," Tracy said.

"You can change the first problem. As far as the second, don't let that bother you. You'll see plenty of nudity at the spa and George is always naked at home. Just relax and let's open that bottle of champagne."

George couldn't believe the ease with which his wife was talking. At one time, she would have been mortified being caught naked. Now, she was talking and behaving like a woman that had been a nudist all her life. Even more amazing, she had just told Ken and Tracy to strip! If the truth were to known he would have preferred the couple to leave so that he could get busy with the shaver.

"What do you think?" Tracy asked her husband. Ken replied with a shrug. Moments later, the four of them were on the balcony wearing nothing but smiles. George had to careful not to get caught staring at the young woman's perfect form.

"After breakfast, we went to our room and called our parents to tell them the good news. My mother said we should celebrate. I reminded her that I was pregnant and she said that when she was pregnant with me, she had a few glasses of wine on special occasions and I turned out ok. So we bought this champagne to celebrate with you."

Ellen gave Tracy a cautious look. "OK, but just one. I'll get some glasses."

The initial awkwardness of the situation melted away quickly. Tracy had all kinds of questions about the spa and George and Ken talked about his shop.

"Can I ask you a personal question," Tracy asked Ellen.

"Shoot."

"How do you keep your, ah," Tracy stammered a bit. "Your pubic area so smooth? I mean I shaved once, but I got all these red bumps and ingrown hairs. Ken loved it, but I couldn't grow it back fast enough."

Ellen chuckled. "You have to use the proper tools." Ellen reached for the shaver, which got George and Ken's attention. "This is made for private shaving. You have to trim the hair as close as you can, then this will take care of rest. You have to make certain that the area is dry, so you use the powder. Then use the cocoa butter afterwards. It's time consuming, but I am sure Ken would help you."

"Where can I get one of these?" Tracy was inspecting the shaver.

"We sell them at the spa. I have everything you need here, if you want to give it a try."

Ken had a smile that nearly consumed his entire face. Tracy looked at her husband. "What do you think honey?" She asked, knowing full well what is reply was going to be.

"We're going to be here another ten days. Won't it grow back by then?" Ken tried not act too eager and show some concern.

"We're leaving the day after tomorrow. I'll give it and everything else you need to you. I've got plenty more at home."

"I don't know. You've done so much already."

Ellen stood and grabbed Tracy's arm. "Come into the bathroom. I'll get you started." She looked at Ken. "You better come, too."

George stayed on the balcony, listening to Ellen instruct Ken on the proper way to shave his wife's mound. He heard the sound of the clippers, then heard Ellen tell him how to apply the powder. Then he heard sound of the small shaver and more instruction. He knew the routine, of course. Ellen had done the same thing to him two nights earlier. The thought of what was going on just a few feet away began the flow of blood into his organ.

"I think they can finish the rest by themselves." Ellen said returning to her husband. The sound of the shaver could still be heard in the bathroom. George had a big smirk on his face and a small dollop of precum oozing from his semi-excited cock.

"You amaze me! I love you!" He gave her a kiss.

Ken and Tracy emerged ten minutes later. Tracy was sporting her new look. Her white mound glistened with cocoa butter. Since the rest of her was fully tanned, she looked like she had been wearing a skimpy bikini. George also noticed that there was cocoa butter on Ken's face and fingers. Ken's penis was also much larger and he was trying to cover himself without being obvious. George laughed to himself.

"I hope you don't mind if we run off," Tracy said meekly. "I, uh, uh think I need to check in with my mother."

"No problem," Ellen smiled knowingly at the obvious lie. "Will you join us for dinner, in say an hour?"

"Sounds great." Tracy turned with Ken in tow. Before she got to the door, she turned back, giving George one more look at her small breasts, erect nipples and newly shaven crotch. "Will that work on Ken?"

Ellen laughed. "It works on this hairy beast." She said pointing at George. "Don't you think you should dress before you leave? The resort frowns on nudity inside."

"Oh my God!" Tracy said embarrassed. "We got so comfortable." Tracy and Ken got quickly dressed in just their shirts and shorts. They carried their underwear and shoes.

"I bet they don't make it to their room." George chuckled.

Ellen laid a towel on the floor of the balcony and laid herself on it. "Don't you have some work to do? We only have an hour!"

George went to retrieve the shaver from the bathroom. He put the shaver to his nose and he could smell Tracy's sex on it. IT HAD BEEN A FINE DAY IN PARADISE!