3 comments/ 34233 views/ 6 favorites A Curious Day at the Spa By: tk5555 This is another installment in my series called "The Affair". It have moved between categories. It's kind of like a TV series, you can get by with just jumping in, but it makes a bit more sense if you start from the beginning. If you do want to read them in order this is the 12th chapter. This story is a bit of a stretch because I'm not a lesbian, I'm not a woman and I've never been to a spa. If anyone has experience as a spa going lesbian I welcome you comments. Actually I welcome any comments. Enough babbling, I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks to Cheer_Smartie526 and others for editing help. * The house was strangely quiet as Charlotte settled into her chair and opened her book. She found herself putting the book down and listening for her name, but she heard only silence. Her husband was away with his friends and both of her children were away on a school trip. She picked up the book again; the story was good but she simply could not focus on it. The house was unusually silent. She looked at the book again. Her thoughts kept returning to a conversation that had occurred a few days earlier with her husband and his mistress. The three of them had agreed to a ménage a trois. Ever since that day she had been unable to put it out of her mind. She wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of another woman and what it would be like to have someone watching her get fucked. She also wondered how her husband Brad would behave if presented with two nude women instead of one. Charlotte felt she was just as attractive as Sherry overall. Sherry had larger breasts, but wasn't quite as fit. Much to her surprise, Charlotte felt slightly aroused as she imagined seeing Sherry's D cup breasts. The phone rang. Charlotte glanced at the caller ID before picking it up. The call was from Sherry. "Your booty call is not here," she said. "I know, I called to talk to you," Sherry replied. "Are your ears burning?" Charlotte asked. "No, why? Are you talking about me?" the voice on the other end replied. "Kind of, I'm thinking of you and our conversation with Brad the other day." "I've been thinking about that too, and I think we need a little girl time before it happens. How would you feel about a day at the spa, my treat," Sherry offered. "You don't have to do that." "I know, but I want to. It will give us a chance to be more comfortable around each other," Sherry explained. "I'm guessing you won't take no for an answer," Charlotte said. "I'm taking that as a yes. I have the spa's calendar in front of me, they have openings on the second and on the fifth," Sherry said. "Today would be great, nobody's home and I'm having trouble focusing on anything. Do they have anything this afternoon?" Charlotte inquired. "The calendar shows today as full, but I know the owner, let me see what I can do. I'll call you back in a few minutes." Sherry then hung up. Charlotte let out a sign. Of course Sherry knew the spa's owner, it seemed like there was no limit to Sherry's connections. She always had a way of getting what she wanted without seeming pushy. Less than five minutes later the phone rang again. "Great news, I managed to get us a spot. Would three work for you?" Sherry asked. "That doesn't give us much time, don't they close at five?" "They do, but I worked out a deal so we can stay a bit late, as long as you are okay with a little clean up when we're done," "I'm sure I can handle that, see you at three." "See you at three," and once again, she hung up. With a big grin on her face, Sherry set the phone down. Her ears had not been burning, but other parts of her anatomy had been quite warm as she called Charlotte. Ever since Charlotte had brought up the idea of a threesome Sherry had been unable to stop thinking about being naked with her friend. At first she had imagined watching Charlotte fucking Brad, but lately her fantasies have included more and more of Charlotte and less and less of Brad. She had managed to tease a bit of information out of Brad about what his wife looked like without clothes. The most intriguing part of his description was what he said about Charlotte's breasts. He used words like perky and firm, never saggy or floppy. Sherry thought back to times when she had seen Charlotte in a swimsuit or without a bra. While they did not defy gravity like the tits on a co-ed, Charlotte's breasts looked amazing considering she was over forty. Sherry recalled that Charlotte had reluctantly agreed to kiss her during the threesome, but did not seem receptive to much more. In fact Charlotte insisted on quid pro quo; anything that Brad wanted the two women to do he had to do to another man first. Sherry had made certain to mention that to the man that Sherry and Brad were going to hook up with. The spa anchored one end of an upscale shopping center. A smile spread across Charlotte's face when she noticed a parking spot by the door. She considered it a good sign that she was getting rock star parking. She also noticed Sherry standing by the front door of the spa. Her friend was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. As usual the shirt had a deep v neck and showed off Sherry's ample cleavage. The cord from her ear buds trailed from her ears to her phone and her head moved from side to side as she sang along with the music. Charlotte was slightly better dressed in a button down blouse and a mid length skirt. She parked her car and joined Sherry at the front door. As her friend approached she smiled, but continued signing, "...Last Friday night...We went streaking in the park, skinny dipping after dark, then we had a ménage a trios..." Charlotte blushed at the thought the threesome, and then found herself staring into Sherry's cleavage. "Letting the girls get some sun?" Charlotte teased. "I didn't seem reason to get dressed up, we are not going to be wearing these clothes for very long," Sherry replied, wrapping the cord to the ear buds around her hand and then stuffing them into her pocket. "What?" Charlotte replied, wondering exactly what her friend had planned. "The spa provides robes and towels. Most of the treatments don't go with street clothes," Charlotte followed her friend in. Despite the last minute booking they were taken to the changing room almost right away. The attendant handed each of them a robe and then left. "Normally we would each get a room, but since this is all about getting ready for the threesome I thought sharing a room would be a good idea," Sherry said the moment the door shut. "You have a point, "Charlotte replied, suddenly feeling nervous. "Are you okay with this?" Sherry asked. "Yes, yes. How did Chance and Brad do it? I mean, how did they get undressed when they were with you?" Charlotte asked. "They undressed each other." The conversation seemed a bit surreal to Charlotte. She tried to imagine her husband and another man undressing each other in front of Sherry. It seemed out of character for Brad to remove another man's clothes. "How about I start?" Sherry asked. "Uh, okay," Charlotte replied. The thin fabric of the T-shirt was no match for Sherry's nipples, they were clearly visible. Much to her surprise Charlotte felt a bit flattered that she had prompted such a response from her friend. She watched Sherry's fingers unfasten each button of her blouse. Once she had removed the blouse, she hung it over the back of a chair and returned; this time standing behind her Charlotte felt Sherry's fingers working the clasp of her bra. This would not be the first time Sherry had seen her topless, but this time it was different. It wasn't just quickly changing into a swimsuit or taking a shower at the gym. This time it was so that Sherry could see her naked and no other reason. Charlotte felt the clasp release and rolled her shoulders forward, causing the straps of her bra to slid down her arms. The lacy cups fell away from her breasts and into her hands. Sherry took the undergarment from her and placed it on the chair with her blouse and once again returned. Sherry stood in front of her friend, "Ready to go all the way?" "Let's do it," Charlotte replied, nervously biting lip. Dropping to her knees Sherry put her hands on Charlotte's hips and followed the waistband of her skirt around until she felt the zipper. She looked up as Charlotte's shapely breasts. Their appearance contradicted her self-deprecating comments about losing the fight with gravity. Charlotte's tits barely sagged, but there was no sign of a surgical scar. She either had a very talented surgeon or she was blessed with some enviable genetics. Sherry turned her attention from Charlotte's tits to her remaining clothing. When the zipper reached the bottom of its track, Sherry hooked her fingers between the material and Charlotte's skin. She pulled down, stripping off both the skirt and panties in one smooth motion. The clothing hit the floor with a soft plop and Sherry found herself staring at Charlotte's pussy. There was a wide patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair and then an expanse of smooth skin. The crease of her labia was barely visible because Charlotte stood with her thighs pressed together. She picked up the skirt and panties and placed them with the rest of Charlotte's clothes, but not before noting the panties were very sheer and slightly damp. "Okay, your turn," Sherry said. It was a bit of a rationalization, but Charlotte convinced herself that the swollen nipples on her chest were a result of the ambient temperature, not the fact that Sherry was staring at her naked body. She knelt down and unfastened the button on Sherry's jeans, then pulled down the zipper. Tugging on the material, she pulled the garment down until gravity took over. She waited for Sherry to step out of her pants then folded them neatly and set them on a nearby chair. Much to her relief Sherry's T-shirt was long enough to cover her sex. Charlotte was not quite ready to see her friend's vulva up close. She reached under the shirt and put her fingers on the waistband of Sherry's underwear. It wasn't much of a shock when she felt only the thin band of a thong. Charlotte removed it and tossed it onto the chair with Sherry's jeans. She stepped behind Sherry and grasped the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up. Sherry raised her arms as Charlotte peeled the tight fitting shirt off. It quickly joined the rest of her clothing. The decision to stand behind Sherry was prompted by two concerns. The first was avoiding breast to breast contact when removing any of Sherry's clothing. The second was the desire to stare at Sherry's big tits without being noticed. Charlotte unfastened the clasp and pulled upward on Sherry's bra, removing it in the same manner as her shirt. She gazed over Sherry's shoulder. The skin sloped smoothly away from Sherry's shoulders and her nipples appeared like small hills on the horizon of her chest. Charlotte forced herself to look away. "Let me get your robe," Charlotte said, hanging the bra on the back of the chair that contained Sherry's clothes. Reluctantly, Sherry put on the garment. She enjoyed being naked, and enjoyed the sight of Charlotte's nude body even more. She sighed as her friend closed her robe and tied the belt. "Next stop mani and pedi," Sherry said walking towards the door. The sight of men getting pedicures surprised Charlotte. One of them looked up as she and Sherry entered the room, then he resumed chatting with the woman that was doing his nails. "I know, I never thought getting a pedi would be a co-ed event," Sherry said. "There is a room for women only, but nobody goes there anymore." "I'm okay," Charlotte replied, suddenly very self conscious about the fact she wasn't wearing anything under her robe. Two of the men were clad in similar outfits, she wondered if they had anything on under their robes. Sherry had selected two chairs side by side, Charlotte settled into one of them. Charlotte was next to one of the men wearing a robe. He was young and very neatly groomed. He was the textbook definition of Metro sexual. Charlotte wondered if that word was still used. He looked at her and smiled, then went back to reading something on his Smartphone. It occurred to her that this was the closest to being naked next to another man she had been in a very long time, but that would change soon if she kept the agreement she had with Sherry and Brad. In a few days she would be completely naked with a man she had never met. The thought was both terrifying and arousing. She turned to Sherry, hoping for a distraction before everyone in the room saw how swollen her nipples were beneath the robe. "This is kind of exciting, if you know what I mean," Sherry said. "Yea, I guess so." Out of curiosity she glanced at Sherry's tits and saw that her friend appeared to either be cold or turned on. Two nail technicians descended on each of the women, one started on fingernails, the other on toes. At first Charlotte was reluctant to mover her legs at all. She imagined her robe falling open and everyone in the room staring at her dripping wet pussy. The woman doing her nails smiled reassuringly and moved her foot only as much as necessary. People left when they were done and more arrived to replace them. Sherry wondered if any of them were at the spa for the same reason she was. She wondered if there was a spa version of the mile high club. She glanced over at Charlotte, who had relaxed quite a bit and was chatting with the woman working on her fingernails. Sherry turned her attention back to the other people in the room. It was mostly women and single men; there was one obvious couple and a pair of women that might be a couple. Sherry laid her head back, closed her eyes and thought of her friends naked body. "Sherry, were done. What's next?" Charlotte said, rousing her friend from what appeared to be a nap. "Salt scrub and a seaweed wrap," she replied, standing up. "What do you think?" Charlotte asked, holding up her fingers. "Fabulous," Sherry replied in a singsong voice. The next room was a wet room, the walls were covered in blue and green tile, the floor was polished concrete with a drain the center. In the center of the room were two massage tables. The table's surface was perforated with hundreds of small holes. Against one wall was table with a collection of jars. "The staff should be here in a few minutes," Sherry said, slipping her robe off and hanging it on a hook. She looked at Charlotte. "There are towels if you want to cover up. I prefer to be au natural." "When in Rome..." She replied, slipping out of her robe and hanging next to Sherry's. Being naked was feeling a little less awkward, but she still felt a little anxious. Her eyes were drawn to Sherry's impressive breasts. She realized Sherry had noticed her staring and looked away. She wasn't a lesbian, why did she find her friends tits so irresistible, "Sorry, I must be channeling Brad." "I hope you are both enjoying the view" she replied, pushing her chest out to make her breasts look even larger. It was obvious Sherry's breasts were real; they sloped naturally away from her shoulders and rested on her rib cage. Charlotte decided to take her up on the offer to look. A smile spread across Charlotte's face as she looked at Sherry's tits. She could see the subtle difference in tan line from Sherry's various swimsuits. The only portion of her skin that was still pale was a small triangle around her nipple. She giggled as she imagined such a small bikini top trying to hold up Sherry's D cup breasts. "The staff here is a bit different," Sherry said. "They are fun; they talk with you and like to joke around. It's not like that place at the mall were they just want to get you in and out. I think you will enjoy them." The door opened and two members of the spa's staff entered. The first was in her mid twenties with fiery red hair. She looked fit and several tattoos peaked out from under her outfit. The second was shorter and had a more athletic build. "I'm Karen," the redhead said. "Und I am Beatrice," the other said, her voice thick with a European accent. "Beatrice, take good care of my friend, and be gentle, it's her first time," Sherry said, turning towards one of the tables. "Uh, hi," Charlotte said "Hallo," Beatrice replied." Please lie on your back and I will get started." "So what is this supposed to do?" Charlotte asked as a mixture of salt and oil was rubbed on to her skin. "This part exfoliates your skin, the wrap will draw out any toxins," Sherry explained. Charlotte concentrated on relaxing. The woman applying the salt seemed oblivious to her nakedness. She wondered how many clients declined the towel as she and Sherry had. The salt felt rough, but not quite to the point of being painful. She could hear Sherry talking to the women applying her treatment, but could not quite make out what they were saying. Sherry closed her eyes and let the world drift away. "I'm really not trying to grope you," Karen said as her hand brushed against her client's large breast. "I won't complain if you did," Sherry replied with laugh. "You are not getting a happy ending, even if you are my favorite client," she replied. "Your boss said it was okay," Sherry said. She suspected that Karen was only half joking. Karen was quite professional, but Sherry suspected she was at least bi-curious. "So is this the first time for your friend?" Karen asked. "Yes." "Pretty bold giving us the full Monty the first time out," Karen said, casting a glance towards Charlotte. "What can I say, I'm a trend setter," Sherry replied. Charlotte's decision to be naked for the treatment had surprised her a bit. "That's why we love you so much," Karen said. "Now as much as I hate to say it, turn over." As she rolled over Sherry noticed that Charlotte was already face down and Beatrice was rubbing the salt into the small of her back. Karen's hands rubbed the mixture against the sole of her feet, but soon they were half way to Sherry's ass. Charlotte was thinking of the beach and the way sand felt when Beatrice's voice brought her back to reality. "I'm going to rinse you off, and then we can start with the wrap," she said, struggling to suppress her accent. Charlotte looked for a shower, but did not see one. Then she saw Beatrice' reach under the table and pull up a long bar. Spaced evenly along the bar were six shower heads. Beatrice was adjusting a spigot at the end of the contraption. Water was flowing over her hands. She gave a satisfied nod and the turned a lever. The device hissed as water filled the pipe and then a gentle shower of warm water sprayed out. Warm water flowed over Charlotte's skin, washing away the salt mixture. Without being prompted she turned over so the water sprayed on to her back side. "I need one of these at home," Charlotte said. "Don't we all," Beatrice replied. "Now wait here and I will get what I need for the wrap." In a few moments she returned pushing a cart with two large tubs on it. Karen was doing the same with Sherry. Each tube contained large green leaves floating in water and smelled like the open ocean. "If you don't mind standing up I will get the first layer arranged," Beatrice said. Still dripping wet, Charlotte got off the table and stood will Beatrice neatly arranged the leaves on the table. When she was done she motioned for Charlotte to lie down. "Do you know what this reminds me of?" Sherry asked. "The ocean?" Charlotte guessed. "Kind of, it reminds me of that dive trip to the kelp forest last year," "I remember that trip," Charlotte replied, blushing slightly. "That was when you flashed the entire crew." "That was a wardrobe malfunction," Charlotte said. Charlotte looked at Beatrice, "She took off her wet suit and her bikini top came off with it." A Curious Day at the Spa Beatrice chuckled, "I'm sure they got quite an eyeful." "What is this supposed to do?" Charlotte asked. "This should draw out any toxins in your skin," Beatrice explained as she spread a leaf over Charlotte's breast. "I feel like Poison Ivy," Charlotte said, looking at the way the green leaves clung to her body like a leotard. The seaweed was warm and felt like a wet T-shirt. It smelled like the ocean. She watched Beatrice apply it all the way down her body. It covered her breasts, her abdomen and her thighs, but there was noticeable gap at her crotch, reminding her that she was naked. "You missed a spot," Charlotte said. "No." Beatrice replied, "It is supposed to be like that. I can cover you with a towel if you are uncomfortable, but that part of your body should not be covered with seaweed." "Oh, okay. I'm good," Charlotte said. Lifting Charlotte's leg, Beatrice completed the wrap. "Okay, you lie still. I will be back in 30 minutes to remove the wrap." She turned and walked out of the room, followed by Karen. "Still thinking about the dive trip?" Charlotte asked. "Yea, I think that was the first time I saw Brad without a shirt. He looked good on that boat. I'm glad he had the good taste to wear swim trunks instead of a Speedo, those banana hammocks are not sexy on anything less than an Olympic athlete," Sherry said. "Yea, he says it bunches up in the wet suit, but I told him I appreciate his sacrifice," Charlotte said with laugh. "It's also the first time I thought about fucking him. Not seriously, just as masturbation material," Sherry confessed. "I would not have complained. He wore me out on that trip. Something about being on the ocean makes him really horny," Charlotte said. "I think everything makes Brad really horny," Sherry replied. "No, this was more than usual. You know we did it on the dive boat, right?" "I noticed you guys vanished for a while, where did you do it? Bathroom?" Sherry replied. "I wish, but no. He managed to sneak into the engine room. I'm pretty sure the bathroom would have been cleaner. He just bent me over and shoved it in. I think he enjoyed it more than I did, but he made up for it later," Charlotte said. "That's right, "Sherry recalled. "I didn't see much of you two after dinner." "He took me back to the room, gave me a nice back rub and foot massage. Then he tied me to the bed and... well, he did a lot. I'm sure you know what I mean," Charlotte said, her voice trailing off as she remembered what happened. Sherry glanced over at her friend. Charlotte's eyes were closed and the corners of her mouth were turned up into a seductive grin. Sherry imagined the scene, Charlotte naked on the bed, ropes around her wrists and ankles, but her body still about to writhe with pleasure as Brad ran his tongue along her labia. Soon she would not have to imagine it; she would see it for herself. Sherry had no idea how close she was to the truth. Charlotte moaned quietly as she remembered the way Brad had made her come with his mouth. Then his lips had found her breasts, teasing her with gentle kissing until she begged him to fuck her. He gave her everything she asked for and more, pounding his throbbing erection into her dripping wet pussy until she came again. She pleaded with him to come inside her, but he had pulled out and sprayed the thick, hot liquid all over her face. Sherry sat up, peeling the seaweed off her body. She could hear Charlottes breathing getting rapid and shallow, she wanted to be closer to her friend. She wanted to see what Charlotte looked like when she was aroused. The doorknob started to turn and Sherry quickly padded over to it, her breasts bouncing in a comical fashion. The door opened, Beatrice and Karen started to enter the room. Sherry put her finger to her lips, and then whispered, "Give us ten more minutes." The two women smiled, then turned around and left. Sherry turned her attention back to Charlotte. She tip toed across the room. Much to her relief, it appeared the intrusion had not disturbed her friend. Mixed in with the smell of the seaweed wrap was the musky scent of sex. Sherry moved the Vichy shower into place and turned on the water, but did not turn the valve to activate the shower. She adjusted the water to a satisfactory temperature. Her fingers closed around the lever that diverted the water to the six shower heads. The water pressure was still low when it started to flow down the pipe; the escaping air was whisper quiet. At first the water was just a fine mist, but as Sherry opened the valve a bit more it turned to a gentle rain. She aimed one of the shower heads at the exposed patch of skin that was Charlotte sex, and then turned the water up a bit more. The moan that escaped Charlotte's lips told Sherry her wish had come true. The seaweed began to slide away, revealing more and more of Charlotte's body. Any doubts about the state of her arousal were washed away with the seaweed that had covered Charlotte's breasts, or more specifically her erect nipples. Opening her eyes, she was a bit surprised to see Sherry. The dream about Brad had been so real; she expected to see his face next to her. As she focused on the room she remembered where she was. "Did I?" she asked, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yes, and it was beautiful," Sherry said, beaming. "You... you saw me?" Charlotte asked, not sure how to feel. "Yes, and if that's your reaction to a shower, I can't wait to see what Brad does to you," Sherry said. "Did anyone else see?" "No, just me," Sherry assured her. Sherry considered offering to let Charlotte watch her come. It would not have taken much, given her current state of arousal, but she decided it would be too much. Sherry turned off the shower and began to walk back to her massage table, "I think they'll be back soon." The moment Sherry lay down the door swung open, Karen and Beatrice entered the room, each bearing a towel. Sherry felt a chill and goose bumps formed on her skin. "You must be cold," Karen said, laying a towel over Sherry's erect nipples, "I'm going to get another towel, I forgot your boobs got their own." "Jealous?" Sherry teased. "Maybe," Karen replied, patting Sherry's legs dry. Sherry looked at the clock on the wall. "Looks like its closing time. I guess the hot stones will have to wait until next time. I made a deal with Maria, we are going to stay a little late, but you two don't have to." Karen and Beatrice smiled at each other, said goodbye and left the room. Charlotte put her robe back on and followed Sherry down the hall to the massage room. The distinctive sound of the door being locked echoed through the room. Charlotte noticed that most of the lights were out and the staff was noticeably absent as she and Sherry had walked to the massage room. She glanced over at her friend. Sherry's hand was still on the latch of the door. "I don't want the cleaning staff to barge in," Sherry explained. "So who is going to give me a massage?" "I thought we could give each other a rub down," Sherry replied. "Uh, are you sure?" "Think of it as a warm up for when we are with Brad. You know he is going to want us to touch each other. I think it will be less awkward if we have done it before," Sherry said. "And to be completely honest, being around you all day has brought out my bi-curiosity." Sherry felt relieved at finally admitting that she found Charlotte sexually attractive. As she waited, her friend's response time seemed to slow down. She tried not to stare at Charlotte, but wondered what was going on under the robe her friend was wearing. Sherry's own body was not being shy about showing how aroused she was. The words echoed in Charlotte's head. Sherry was rarely modest, but today she had taken every opportunity to be naked, and now Charlotte knew why. It had taken great effort not to stare, especially when Charlotte was showing off her breasts. Sherry imagined watching her husband caress and kiss them, and could not help but wonder what it would be like to do the same. She thought about what Sherry had just said. The word bi-curious suddenly fascinated her. What would it mean if she wanted to experiment with it? When did bi-curious become bisexual? Under her robe, Charlotte's nipples were hard and aching to be touched. More than once she had considered slipping away to the restroom to masturbate just to relieve the tension, but never had the nerve to go through with her plan. Now she was glad that she had not. She untied the belt of her robe and let the garment fall away from her body, revealing it to Sherry. "You are right, I feel a bit...," Charlotte paused, not sure what to say next. Words like 'Horny', 'Turned on', and 'Confused' raced through her mind. "Awkward?" Sherry suggested. "A little," Charlotte said, grateful for being rescued from her state of confusion. "But also intrigued." "Why don't you lie down on the table and I will give you a back rub," Sherry offered. The first thing Charlotte noticed was how warm the massage table was. She had expected it to be cold like the exam table at the doctor's office, but it was not. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a power cord leading away from the massage table, explaining the source of heat. She sat on the table and slowly lay down, keeping her legs together out of habit. One she was horizontal, she turned over. Charlotte was relieved that the most visible sign of her arousal was now safely out of sight, pressed against the massage table. She closed her eyes and listened to what Sherry was doing. The first thing she heard was the soft sound of Sherry's robe hitting the floor. Having seen Sherry nude many times today it didn't take much imagination to picture what she looked like. The next sound was a bottle of massage oil opening. Charlotte jumped a bit when she felt the oil flowing onto her back. "Sorry, I should have warned you. Is it cold?" "No, it feels good. I just wasn't expecting it," Charlotte replied. She braced herself for what would be next, Sherry touching her naked body. It had been a very long time since someone other than her husband had touched her when she was completely naked. Even at the doctor's office she at least wore socks, but right now she did not have a stitch of clothing on. The idea of being naked with Sherry was getting more and more arousing. Starting with the small of Charlotte's back, Sherry rubbed the oil into her skin. Touching another woman, a naked woman, made her whole body tingle. With each stroke she felt her friend's body relax a bit more. Each stroke covered a bit more of Charlotte's body and soon Sherry was running her hand over Charlotte's pleasantly round ass. It was easy to understand why Brad spent so much time staring at his wife's back side. It wasn't a complete shock to Charlotte that she found the massage arousing, but she did not expect the urge to writhe under Sherry's hands. She also did not expect to feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter, and she certainly did not expect the low moan that somehow escaped from her mouth. Getting a massage from Sherry was noticeably different than getting one from her husband. Sherry's pace was much more languid. If it were Brad giving her a massage, his fingers would already be plying her legs apart or probing the side of her breast. Sherry's hands were wandering, but at a much slower pace. Rather than using the massage as an excuse to grope her, Sherry was focused on the task, but letting her hands wander just enough to tell Charlotte that she might get a happy ending. Taking a deep breath Sherry slid her hands over Charlotte's ass and onto her thighs. She focused her eyes on Charlotte's feet as she worked her way down the smooth legs. She found it easier to concentrate on the massage now that she was no longer tempted by the sight of Charlotte's breasts bulging out from her body, although she could still see Charlotte's ass in her peripheral vision. When she reached the end of the table she lifted one of Charlotte's feet and began to squeeze it. The rewarding sound of her friend moaning reached her ears, bringing a smile to Sherry's face. When she lowered the foot back to the table, Sherry noticed that Charlotte let it fall near the corner of the table, widening the gap between her legs. Charlotte's sex was still hidden in the shadows, but knowing that her friend was dropping her guard encouraged Sherry to be a bit bolder. As she lifted Charlotte's other foot, she pulled her leg to the side, widening the gap even more. The massage wasn't what Charlotte expected. The anxiety and awkwardness she anticipated never materialized. Instead she was feeling more and more aroused. It was clear that letting Sherry touch her during the threesome was not going to be a problem for either one of them. There was no reason for the massage to continue, but Charlotte did not want it to stop. She wondered if Sherry could see the beads of wetness on her labia. Sherry was beginning to act a bit like Brad, as her hands moved up Charlotte's leg then explored the gap between her thighs. When Sherry's hands glided up onto her ass without brushing against her sex Charlotte felt both frustrated and relieved. She ached to be penetrated, but wasn't quite ready to have Sherry's fingers slide between her labia. "You still feel tense, I'm going to get up on the table so get better leverage," Sherry said. Leverage wasn't really the right word, but Charlotte would know what she meant. Taking her friends silence as an invitation she put one knee on the massage table then straddled Charlotte's ass. She placed her hands in the small of Charlotte's back and began to work her way up the woman's spine. Sherry knew there was now no way to hide the heat from between her legs as her sex hovered inches over Charlotte's ass. As the message continued, Sherry could feel the tension leave Charlotte's muscles. When her hands reached Charlotte's shoulder blades, Sherry began to feel off balance. The weight of her breasts put her center of gravity too high so she placed one hand on the table just above Charlotte's shoulder. The other hand found its way to Charlotte's neck. Sherry leaned down even more until she could use her elbows for support, which caused her breasts to rest on Charlotte's back. "Sorry, sometimes my boobs get in the way," Sherry said, although it was hardly a sincere apology. "It's a price I'm willing to pay for such a nice massage," Charlotte replied. Although she would not admit it, feeling Sherry's tits against her skin was something she wanted more of. Charlotte pressed her ass against Sherry's hip, relishing the way the warm spot between her friends legs felt. "Turn over," Sherry said, lifting her body off of Charlotte's. Almost right away Charlotte missed the feeling of Sherry's warm skin against her own. Although it was a simple act, Charlotte struggled with the idea of giving Sherry a full frontal view of her naked body. Suddenly she felt nervous, wondering what would happen next. Once she turned over, there would be no way to deny how aroused she was. Charlotte had considered giving Sherry a safe word, something to keep things from going too far, but decided to trust her friend. She lifted her body up and slowly rotated on the massage table. Seeing Sherry's smiling face put Charlotte at ease, and the sight her friends pendulous breasts was somehow more arousing now. "You are one sexy bitch," Sherry said as her eyes feasted on Charlotte's perky breasts. "Thanks, "Charlotte replied, feeling flattered rather than embarrassed. She could not take her eyes off Sherry's tits. "You can touch them if you want," Sherry offered, noticing where Charlotte's eyes were focused. "That won't be weird?" "Brad did a lot more than just touch Chance's chest," Sherry said, knowing that Charlotte's competitive nature would not let that challenge rest unanswered. "Well I'm not about let him get one up me," Charlotte replied, putting both her hands on Sherry's tits. "Fuck, that feels good," Sherry moaned, not sure if she had said it aloud or just inside her head. Emboldened by Sherry's remark, Charlotte gripped her friend's nipples between her fingers and gently tugged on them, playing with Sherry's breasts the way she would her own. The guttural moan that escaped Sherry's lips encouraged Charlotte to go a bit further. She lifted her head off the table and parted her lips. Charlotte felt nervous. She could feel her heart pounding as her lips moved closer and closer to Sherry's naked breast. She wondered how many times Brad had done exactly what she was doing. She wondered if she would have the nerve to do this with him watching. Charlotte stopped with her lips a fraction of an inch from Sherry's swollen nipple. She could feel her warm breath bouncing off Sherry's skin. She was trying to decide what to do next when she heard her friend's voice. "Please, please kiss me there," She whispered. Her entire body was tingling. Charlotte pressed her lips against Sherry's breast. As expected, it was completely different than kissing her husband's chest. Where Brad's chest was covered in hair, Sherry's skin was smooth and soft. Even more distinct were Sherry's nipples, it felt like the tip of a finger. Charlotte probed her friend's erect flesh with the tip of her tongue and was rewarded with a quiet moan. Sherry put her hand on the back of Charlotte's head. It was too much and too soon. Charlotte pulled her head back. "Nice, but we should save something for the threesome with Brad," Charlotte said. She felt like things were about to spin out control. "That's true, I'm sure he will love seeing you do that," Sherry replied, trying to hide her disappointment. To her surprise, Charlotte saw her hand rising toward Sherry's tits, seemingly of its own accord. It stopped, hovering an inch above her skin. "I don't mind if you touch me again," Sherry said, hoping to encourage her. Charlotte moved her hand up and stroked Sherry's breast. The skin had a light coat of massage oil from rubbing against her back. Her tits felt warm and soft. "Tell me what Brad and Chance did, I'm curious how high the bar has been set," Charlotte said. "They started by taking off each other's clothes," Sherry replied. Charlotte grinned. "I think we can check that off the list." "They were standing," Sherry said as she climbed off of Charlotte. Sitting up Charlotte found herself facing Sherry breasts. She smiled and slipped off the table, briefly letting her tits touch Sherry's. "Once they were naked, Chance stepped behind Brad," Sherry said, putting her hands on Charlotte's shoulders and turning her around.. "Then what?" Charlotte asked. "Then this," Sherry said, guiding Charlotte's hands to her full breasts. At first Charlotte was stunned as her hands were pressed against Sherry's tits. Sherry's breasts were warm and soft as they engulfed her hands. It was easy to understand why her husband liked them so much. "What would Brad do?" Charlotte asked softly as her fingers again sought out Sherry's erect nipples. Was this what it meant to be bi-curious? She pressed her body against Sherry, letting out a sigh as her breasts flattened against Sherry's back. Her friend smelled of massage oil with just a hint of the musky scent of sex. Charlotte inhaled deeply, knowing the next time she did this, Brad would be watching. Would he want them to put on a show? Or would he be unable to keep his hands off them. "What else did they do?" Charlotte asked. "I think he kissed Chance on the neck..." Sherry replied. Lowering her head, Charlotte pressed her lips against Sherry's skin. It was different than kissing a man. Sherry was softer and her skin was much smoother. When Sherry moaned Charlotte felt her pulse quicken. She imagined Brad watching them, tied to a chair so he could not interfere. The idea of teasing him with Sherry's body sounded delightful A Curious Day at the Spa The thought of guiding Charlotte's hand lower crossed Sherry's mind, but she decided against it. Brad had been reluctant to let his hands wander below Chance's chest; it was likely Charlotte would have similar reservation. When the three of them were together perhaps Charlotte would do more in the heat of the moment. "Want me to show you what Chance did to Brad?" Sherry asked. "Yes...." "Then we will have to get in the shower." The two women walked down the hallway of the now empty spa, still completely nude. The shower stalls were quite large. Sherry leaned in and turned on the water. She could feel Charlotte staring at her tits. "Chance was a bit more enthusiastic, does that surprise you?" Sherry said. Taking a minute to consider her answer, Charlotte thought about the rumor she had heard about Chance when he was an intern at her company. Several of her co-workers had fucked him, and they all seemed quite satisfied. At least one of them had walked with a bit of an award gait the morning after she had been with him. "No, not really." Sherry tested the water and satisfied with the temperature, she took Charlotte's hand and pulled her into the shower. Standing behind her friend, she picked up a bottle of body wash and poured it over Charlotte's shoulder and watched the thick liquid flow on to her breast. She had to admit she felt just a bit jealous about how perky Charlotte's tits were. They seemed to be about ten years younger than the age Charlotte admitted to. "Tell me if I go too far; I'm just going to do what Chance did to Brad," Sherry said as she spread the soap over Charlotte's tits. "This is okay," she replied. "What were you doing while Brad and Chance were in the shower?" "Watching them and playing with myself. Have you ever fingered yourself for Brad?" Sherry answered. Oddly Charlotte found herself reluctant to admit that she had masturbated in front of her husband and when she finally nodded she felt her face turn red. "He likes it, doesn't he?" Sherry whispered, moving her hand down Charlotte's wet and soapy body. Charlotte nodded again, turning even redder when she realized where Sherry's hand was headed. "I got to see Chance stroke Brad's cock. Have you ever watched Brad jack off?" she asked. Charlotte shook her head. She had no doubt Brad would do it if she asked him to, but she didn't have any desire to see him masturbate. "It was a lot hotter than I thought it would be, but I might have been influenced by how good they both look wet and naked," Sherry said as her fingers hovered above Charlotte's sex. "I guess this is quid pro quo," Charlotte said, bracing herself for what was about to happen. The events of the evening had progressed much further than Sherry had expected them to. She explored the delicate flesh between Charlotte's thighs. It was quite different than fingering her own pussy. Much like Charlotte's personality, her sex was reserved, the inner lips here tucked behind her outer labia. Sherry carefully plied them part, trying to judge if she was going too far. As she felt Charlotte's ass press back, Sherry found herself wishing she had brought her strap on dildo. Before tonight she had never considered using it on another woman, but now the idea of fucking her friend to a screaming orgasm sounded irresistible. When Sherry's finger sank into the wet folds of her pussy, Charlotte covered her friends hand with her own, stopping her from penetrating too deeply. For the first time since the encounter had started Charlotte felt a little awkward. There was no denying that what Sherry was doing felt good, but at the same time the idea of having another woman make her come made Charlotte uneasy. Her body seemed to disagree, clinching down on Sherry's finger as a tingling sensation spread outward from her sex. Shaking her head slightly, Charlotte denied her body what it craved, "I think that's enough." "If you say so," Sherry replied. The truth this was a perfect stopping point, matching what the men had done almost exactly. If Charlotte had not stopped her Sherry was fully prepared to finger fuck her friend to a fantastic orgasm. "There is one more thing we should try," Charlotte said. "What's that?" Sherry asked. "A kiss, a kiss on the mouth. I believe Brad made that a condition," she replied. They had gone much further than kissing. Sherry had just about made her come, but Charlotte wanted to know what it would be like to feel another woman's lips against her own. She turned around and put her hands on Sherry's face, then leaned forward. She felt Sherry's breasts against her own, and then their lips met. It was much more erotic than she expected it to be. There was a temptation to let her tongue slip into Sherry's mouth, but Charlotte resisted the urge. "That was nice," Charlotte said when their lips parted, "I won't mind doing that again in front of Brad." "Do you think he can handle it? I mean I got off watching him and Chance touching each other, I hope we don't wear him out too soon. I don't know about you but I want to get penetrated," Sherry said with a grin. "I'm sure he will find a way to satisfy us," Charlotte replied. "I'm sure he will," Sherry agreed, already forming a plan to make certain that Brad would be aroused enough to satisfy both of them after watching the live lesbian sex show she had planned. Taking a step to the side, Sherry let the full force of the shower hit Charlotte, washing away the soap and revealing her breasts. As suspected, Charlotte's nipples stood erect, confirming Sherry's hunch that her friend was a willing and eager participant in their tryst. Once they had both finished rinsing off, Sherry turned off the water and the two women grabbed towels and dried off. Charlotte started to use hers as a wrap when Sherry tossed her own towel into the laundry hamper. "Aren't you going to cover up?" Charlotte asked, secretly delighted at what her friend had done. The sight of Sherry's large naked breasts was much more alluring than Charlotte had expected. "Why, there's nobody here but us," Sherry replied. She almost continued with 'and I like being naked with you,' but decided to keep that bit of information to herself for the time being. "True and I can't remember if there was laundry basket in the dressing room," Charlotte said, adding her own towel to the hamper. Side by side, the women walked down the hallway to the room that contained their clothes, both stealing glances at each other's naked bodies. As they finished getting dressed, Charlotte took a deep breath. The question she was about to ask could bring the entire adventure to a screeching halt, but she could not let it go unanswered. "I hope this doesn't freak you out, but is there any chance we could go further when we are with Brad?" Sherry asked. "I guess. How much further?" Charlotte replied, stopping what she was doing. "A lot..." Sherry blurted out. "What exactly do you have in mind?" Charlotte asked. "This might be because I am still really horny from what we did in the shower, but I have a strap on dildo...." Sherry said, watching to see her friend's reaction before continuing. The offer was not a complete surprise. Charlotte knew that Brad had fucked Sherry in the ass, and that Sherry would have insisted on quid pro quo. Even though neither of them had mentioned it, Charlotte knew that Sherry had fucked Brad in the ass with a strap on. Sherry's idea certainly had merit, but it wasn't something she felt comfortable with. "And I..." Sherry started to say before being interrupted. "I think unless I was so drunk I didn't know it was you I would freak out. I'm sorry, but right now that's a little more bi-curious than I am ready for," Charlotte said, hoping her answer didn't disappoint Sherry too much. "Fair enough," Sherry replied. "But if you change your mind let me know." The two women walked out the front door of the spa and Sherry tapped out a text message on her phone, "Just telling Maria she can lock up." "She's going to drive all the way back here? I feel bad..." Charlotte said. "Of course not," Sherry said, her words punctuated by the sound of the door locking. "The security system is linked to her phone; she can lock up and set the alarm from anywhere." Charlotte had not even thought about the building having a security system. "What about cameras?" "Only on the front and back doors, nobody but me saw you naked," Sherry assured her friend. "Good, I don't want my fifteen minutes of fame to be from a sex video on the internet," Charlotte replied. "I do have one more favor to ask," Sherry said. "Sure," Charlotte replied. "When you are done with your husband, could you send him over to my place?" Sherry asked sheepishly. Tonight it would take more than some toys and phone sex to satisfy her wanton desires. "I can't guarantee he won't be worn out, but I will send him over," Charlotte replied, amazed at how casually she could pimp out the man she loved. As she settled into her seat, Sherry grinned. For what she had in mind it did not matter how worn out Brad was. * I hope you enjoyed the story, please rate it and post a comment about what you liked or how it could be better. Regards, TK