Broken Pt. 01

Broken.

Like most couples after being with the same person day in day out for the most part of your adult life we were in a rut the kind of rut that comes with familiarity and comfort. We had been having problems for years but neither of us had really addressed it, not properly. Anytime that I rarely brought up the subject of intimacy or god forbid, sex, it usually ended with us not talking for weeks so I tended to steer clear as much as I could.

It was glaringly obvious to me that James didn't want me in the same way that he had once done because he had not tried even once in the last year to initiate any form of closeness or intimacy, we were growing further and further apart and not just in the bedroom. I had seen this with my own parents but it had never dawned on me that this might happen to me.

He didn't seem to care that there were no kisses or cuddles anymore and the intimacy was slowly dwindling away like a stick in a river that you wanted to, but couldn't catch. Even that tender stroke of his fingertips as he passed behind that I took for granted and never realised just how much I loved until it had ceased, had gone.

I had gotten to the point where I had stopped trying too because I felt rejected every time I tried, he was content to just sit there every night watching the soaps on the tv, my life was boring and I had no doubt that his was too but it didn't seem to bother him as much as it did me.

The one lifeline I had was Caroline, she had my bff since 1st grade and she had always been my rock, she my back in any situation. It started when she was the one that stood up for me when Mary Evans and her crew of scumbags attacked me in year three, I'll never forget the look on Mary's face when Caroline flattened her nose with one of the big geography atlases knocking her over the back of her chair. We were both put on report for the week and of course Mary's Evans parents demanded that we were thrown out of school but our headmistress knew what she was like and managed to calm them. No-one messed with either of us for the rest of primary school after that.

We stayed thick as thieves right throughout our school life and well into our late teens, we both found boys but even then our friendship came first. Caroline got into boys much, much earlier than me and to be honest, she was a bit of a slut.

I was much slower on the uptake, she was always the rebellious one and obviously going to be the first to lose her virginity. Although I had had a boyfriend or two I had not gone beyond kissing and the occasional grope of my tits so I was in awe of her and the way she described what a hard cock felt like.

I wanked off constantly imagining what it would be like to actually touch one for real, to hold it and to feel the pulse that she had described as it exploded and let loose its contents in streams of hot jets of jism all over me.

Her stories kept me flicking my bean every night for literally months until my first time, not only was it the first time I had touched a real live cock but I went the whole hog and sucked it. My only thought as I took the thing into my mouth was that I couldn't wait to tell Caroline.

I was surprised at first just how soft and silky it felt because from her descriptions I had been under the impression that they were rock hard. This thing fascinated me, ok it was a ridiculously hard thing almost as hard as bone but at the same time, it felt like silk and I loved the way the skin seemed to glide over the shaft.

The purply plum sized head fascinated me the most, it was as soft as silk but expanded and became hard every time I sucked. I also adored the way he groaned when my fingertips explored the head under the skin as I slid it all the way back, the grunting sounds and arch of his back had me hooked.

This was not how I had imagined it at all, I had always thought of it as a submissive gesture to take a cock in my mouth but on the contrary this felt powerful, this felt like I held all of the cards and could take him to heaven or hell if I wished.

Tommy's fingers gripped into the fabric of my families old faux leather couch, that was the owner of my first cocks name, Tommy Wilson, and he lived two doors down and was two years my senior. He still lived at home with his parents like me but he was hoping to get a small flat soon which suited me fine, we could do this every day!

Dad was at his bowls club and my mother at bingo so we had at least two hours, tonight I was determined to get past second base because I think from my peer group, I was the only virgin left and at eighteen and I needed to catch up.

I heard his fingernails nails scratch over the imitation leather and saw how his white knuckles were, his whole body seemed tight and tensed as he strained to hold back. I could feel how the hot thing in my mouth throbbed every now and again with the head expanding as the shaft in my hand pulsed, I did my very best to copy what Caroline had told me to do almost step by step.

Caroline told me that in the few seconds before the cock would actually spurt, it would quickly expand and throb harder. So in my innocence, every time it throbbed I was expecting it to blow. It seemed like he was about to come a few times but as I drew back, he stopped. I realised that It became fun to get him close then slow up, he groaned and complained that he needed to come and I found that I loved the power I had over him.

I looked up into his face with his cock still between my lips to see his nostrils flared and his eyes wider than I had ever seen. His thigh muscles were twitching along with the muscles in his forearms.

"Fuck, Daisy, fuck!" he breathed, trying his hardest to get his cock deeper into my mouth, I loved this.

His chest was rising and falling, his breath shallow, his nails threatening to rip a hole in my parents sofa

"Daisy, you home?"

"SHIT!" I screamed, "Mum!"

I heard my mother hang the keys on the rack in the hallway, we had between five and ten seconds to get decent before she walked in on us. I scrambled to my feet wiping my mouth and plonking myself down beside Tommy throwing a cushion onto his lap to hide his boner.

"Oh hi Tommy, sorry Daisy I didn't know you had company." Mum said as she walked in.

"Your home early mum?" I answered her, as calmly as I could muster.

"Yeah, Betty had to go home and it's no fun on your own so I came back with her, just in time too by the looks of you two?" she said, dropping her glasses down to look over the top at me quizzically.

When she at last disappeared into the kitchen it was a mad scramble between the two of us to get his dick back into his jeans, get the room straight and rush him out of the house.

"Tommy gone?" she said as she came back with three teas and some biscuits on a tray, "Oh shame, ok more for us." she grinned, plonking down into her chair.

That was my first real live cock and I wanted more, much more. I am a bit ashamed now to say that I got more, much, much more. Myself and Caroline went through so many boys passing them between us like toys, it would not be unusual for us to have three or four each over a weekend. Looking back now, I think that I was trying to prove to her that I could keep up with her and I ended up with a damning rep as a cocksucker.

It wasn't until she met Harry that she stopped being such a slut, he was the carpentry contractor doing the renovations at our local gym. He was a one hundred percent full blown hunk, tall, muscular and seriously hot. He had a smile that would charm any girl from her panties in ten seconds flat. I think that Caroline soon realised that he was too hot to fuck about on and in a roundabout way it stopped my sluttish ways too, after all I had no one to compete with.

We still hung out but nothing like before, we still had our girls nights but she didn't seem to want extra. Slowly I came to realise that I had to share my bestie with her fella, we were still tight and would drop everything for each other but I had serious competition. Harry's family were big into health centres and his dad had a string of them across the south east, it was one of his families places that he was working on when she met him.

After they had been together about six months or so, Caroline was installed as the manager in one of their centres in Chelsea, London. Before the year was up, she and Harry had got married and she was expecting their first child. I met my future husband at her wedding he was Harry's cousin.

By the ripe old age of twenty one our lives were back on the same paths again, marriage, mortgage, kids, but her life seemed so much different to mine. My husband was James and he was a banker, not quite the hunk that Harry was but he was stable and fun. Over the next ten years we both had three children each, me a girl and twin boys, Caroline three girls. We all holidayed together and the kids got on wonderfully, My Jen and Caz's Rosie were near the same age and were besties like myself and her, it was nice.

Her husband Harry was about as perfect as a man could be in my eyes and I sometimes wished that my James would be more like him. He had his own thriving business as a carpentry contractor employing over twenty men and had worked all over the world, he was now closing in on forty but still looked like he was in his late twenties. Salt and pepper hair, sixpack, shoulders and arms like a Greek god. He was always tanned and a smile that soaked my panties every time I saw him.

I had always had very impure thoughts about Harry because he was a hunk of epic proportions. From the first time Caroline introduced us when he kissed the back of my hand right up to this present day, I am not ashamed to say he has been my wank fantasy. I would never act on it and I doubted he would take me up on it anyway, he is totally devoted to her and I'd never do anything to wreck our friendship but that doesn't stop the wicked fantasies.

Myself and Caroline could and still can talk about anything, she often made my impure thoughts worse by laughing and telling me that Harry had fucked her rotten just before she came out.

Our marriages couldn't be more different, even after three kids she still gets as much cock as she wants. I on the other hand feel totally frustrated and neglected, James hadn't touched me for months. It felt like our marriage was somehow broken, I knew he still wanted sex because I found the odd sticky tissue tucked down the side of the bed when I changed the sheets, he just didn't want it with me.

Having not had a hard cock in me for nearly six months it frustrated me even more to hear she was still getting shitloads off her hubby, her tales of passion did help a little though, with my ever increasing rabbit sessions.

My faithful rabbit was usually my only companion at bedtime as James tended to come up an hour or two after me, I think he was hoping that I would be asleep by the time he quietly slipped in beside me.

It was over lunch during our weekly Wednesday meetup at her club that I blurted out the state of my love-life, she was midway through telling me that she had the face-sitting session of the century the previous evening while the kids were at grannies. I couldn't help it, all of my frustrations of my broken life came pouring out in one go.

"Let's take this upstairs babe." Caroline whispered.

She took me by the hand and led me up to her private office.

Caroline now part-owns and joint manages our local health club, she has turned it from a basic gym into one of the most successful centres in the county. We have an honorary family membership but rarely use it except for my Jenny, she is my eldest and is here all the time posting on her exploits on TikTok and Instagram, apparently so the boys say, she has quite a following.

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"So, what is it?" she asked looking concerned and sitting beside me on her posh office chesterfield sofa, she again reached out to tenderly take my hand into hers.

"It's so fucking frustrating hearing you going on about all the sex you get, the last time I was fucked was February 2023 and even that was over in less than a minute!"

Caroline dropped her glasses to the tip of her nose raising a brow,

"You know the date?"

I grimaced and sighed, "Yes," I sighed again, "it was at that valentines fancy dress party down stairs in the convention room, that was nearly three years ago!"

"James hasn't fucked you in over three years?"

"James hasn't fucked me in more like five!" I snapped nastily, instantly wishing I had kept my big mouth shut.

"Daisy!" she gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief at my incriminating words.

"Fuck." I hissed realising that I had just admitted adultery, even if it was to my best friend.

"Does he know?"

"God no!" I said. "It was just the once and I was drunk."

"Who?" she said, shuffling closer.

I sighed deeply knowing there was no point in lying about it now, "Shit, ok it was Duncan Baker if you must know."

"up the school Duncan?"

"Yes, the twins teacher" I groaned, "happy now!"

"Daisy, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"I told you, I was fucking drunk!"

"But Duncan for fuck sake, the girls teacher!"

My middle child Gaynor and her youngest Erica were in his class.

Over the next thirty minutes I told her of how we snuck off and had sex, he was the only time I had ever been unfaithful and I had regretted it ever since. It was not even any good, in fact it was done as soon as it started but I had needed it, I had needed it so badly, just that feeling of being wanted by someone again even if it was just a quick hard shag in the carpark.

Caroline had our lunch sent up and we spent the afternoon talking about the state of my shitty marriage.

"He doesn't want me, not like that. He loves me but doesn't want sex with me, fuck he doesn't even want to kiss me these days." I cried.

"I assume you have tried the slutty lingerie, thrown yourself at him? initiated the sex?"

"Of course, but the last time we had any form of sex was six months ago and even then it was a quick fumble in the dark, he got me off with his tongue but on a scale of ten, it was a two and he didn't even want me to touch him. I think he is seeing someone, what else could it be?""

Between us we drank her office minibar dry and reminisced over old times.

"If my girls only knew what a slut their mother used to be." She laughed.

"Oh I long for those days again." I grinned, downing yet another brandy.

"Seriously?" Caroline asked.

"Cock, cock and more cock!" I laughed.

My head was spinning now, I had had six or seven brandies too many I think.

Harry our hero in shining armour came to take us home, he had to virtually carry us both out to his truck. He had one of those big double seater thingy's with a big bench seat behind the front seats. It was so comfortable that I didn't even realise I was home until my boys helped their father get me indoors, I had fallen into a drunken sleep the whole journey home.

I remember trying to kiss James as he tucked me into our bed, he turned his head just as I vomited over his shoulder and all down his back.

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I woke the next morning with the head from hell, James must've cleaned us up because we had fresh bedding and I was in a clean nighty. There was a couple of headache pills with a tall glass of water on my bedside table and a note saying,

'sorry, had to go to work. the boys have been fed and are at school. I dropped Jenny at Uni and don't worry about the boys pickup, I'll finish early. Love you, Jim xxx."

Fuck I was such an arsehole. He was a lovely man, a great dad and all I had done yesterday was slag him off!

I spent the morning trying to remember what I had told Caroline recalling snippets, I do remember that the little snippets that I could recall were damning, I had nothing good to say about him and I hated myself for it.

My phone showed that she had texted me late last night and again at ten this morning, the last one said she would call in for lunch at about two this afternoon.

I showered and freshened myself up making us both a nice fresh crisp chicken salad. I busied myself by cleaning the boys room, it was its usual mess with pants and socks strewn all over the place, Jenny's wasn't so bad now she had grown up a bit but even she at eighteen left knickers and tights for me to clean up.

Eighteen I thought daydreaming, I bloody hope she doesn't take after her ol mum at that age!

Chucking the soiled underwear into the washing machine I found myself inspecting her panties before shaking my head clear and admonishing myself just as the doorbell rang.

"Hey babe."

"Hi Caroline, sore head?"

"Oh slightly." I winced, ushering her into the kitchen.

"Salad ok?"

"Salad would be divine." She smiled, taking a seat at the island.

"So, I take it you didn't get fucked last night." She laughed.

"Sorry Caz, I really didn't mean to unload on you yesterday," wincing and remembering more of our conversation by the minute.

"It's not a problem honestly.... well not a problem for me to get unloaded onto that is." She grinned, "seriously, I am here only to help."

I put two plates on the top with the salad between us and sat opposite her, Caroline pulled an expensive bottle of wine from her bag.

"Corkscrew?"

Fuck, my head was still buzzing from our last episode, was I ready for another?

"Just a glass each." She said, "to wash the food down. I take it we are here alone?"

"Yes, Jenny is at Uni, boys at school. James is picking them up after football practice."

"Good, that gives us a good couple of hours." She said, pouring two unhealthy glasses of red and passing one to me.

"Right, straight to it. Your sex life, what is the problem?"

I sighed shaking my head and taking a sip, "I really don't know, I wish I did."

"Ok let me put it this way, what do you miss? Is it the kisses, the cuddles or the cock?"

"A bit of each." I snorted, not really knowing why I was grinning because sometimes it got me down so much that I sat and cried.

"Does James never kiss you, or sneak up and hug you from behind when you are making dinner maybe?"

"Sometimes, but..."

She held her palm up to stop me in mid-sentence.

"You said something that stuck with me yesterday, that you wished you could have our teenage years back, our slutty years..... was that the drink or do you really miss it?"

I took a breath and a couple of beats, a large swig of wine before saying, "Honestly, yes."

Caz gave me that knowing look that I had missed from her so much, "So do I." she whispered.

She looked left and right, then behind her as if someone might be listening.

"I have a wonderful man, he fucks me better than anyone ever could and will anytime I want it. He lets me sit on his face for hours not asking for anything in return, I couldn't ask for more but......" She hesitated looking like she didn't want to say what she was going to next.

"He lets me play." She whispered.

"What?"

"He lets me...... you know.... cocks."

I felt like someone had hit me in the head with a heavy iron frying pan.

"What!"

She shuffled in her stool, I had never seen my friend this unsure, this uncomfortable.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have said anything, forget it."

Caroline made a grab for her bag but I got to it first.

"Sit your fucking arse down!" I shouted, pointing to the stool she had just vacated.

She took two large swigs from her glass draining it before refilling it from the bottle while all the time not daring to look up at me.

"Cocks?" I said, tapping my nails onto the side of my best crystal.

She raised her glasses to her forehead rubbing her eyes with her fingertips before looking over at me.

"Ok," she started, "Ok, shit, I can't believe I'm telling you this..... every Thursday morning I get my fix."

"It's Thursday today?" I said.

"Yes."

"And....." I asked breathlessly.

She took a deep intake of breath, the wind whistled through her nostrils until she said,

"This morning I wanked off two young men before I came here, ok, happy now?"

I nearly choked on my wine and I had to put my glass down before I dropped it.

"WHAT!" I screeched, grasping for the worktop to steady myself.

I watched as my friend put her fingers to her face and sniffed, "You heard." She grinned.

I had to sit on my stool, my legs had gone all squiffy.

"Harry knows." She said, this time much calmer.

"What the fuck Caz?"

"So?" she asked again, "is it the kisses, the cuddles or the cock? we used to get lots of cock didn't we, is it the cock that you miss? What if I told you, you could still get it with little or no chance of James ever finding out?"

I sat in silence as she told me that she had taken on three Puerto Rican sisters to manage the running of the spa at her club, they had come with glowing references from a club Harry's dad owned in Spain.

Her business partner was her father-in-law so he knew all about them and everything that they wanted to do. They wanted to relocate to the UK in a more managerial role with the end goal of having their own place. Harry's dad had set them up in a large house in Epson near the racetrack and asked me to set them up in our brand new spa complex.

Between the three of them they now manage both pools, the whole spa complex and have almost doubled the clubs membership in just over three months.

"We have a dedicated sports massage area along with a more specialised service area too."

"Specialised?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Harry? You, you said Harry knows?" my hands were shaking now, I was having trouble holding my glass again.

"What the fuck is going on Caz?"

"The girls run their own staff, they have five girls doing everyday stuff, cleaning and reception that type of thing. Six masseurs, two of which are fully qualified sports therapists."

"The other four?" I said, a little too much sarcasm creeping into my voice.

"The other four," she replied with a matching amount of sarcasm, "the other four cater to the public. Regular massages, that type of thing."

"Thursday mornings?" I said, a lot more sarcasm not just creeping in now, it barged its way to the front and announced itself to the world with bells on!

"Thursday mornings." Caz said calmly, "on Thursday mornings the sports massage areas are closed and I help out with the more specialised type massages."

I squeezed my thighs, I felt a trickle of something seeping from my lower body, something that I thought had all but dried up. I could also see a change in my friend, a look on her face I had not seen in years.

"Every Thursday and Friday morning a more specialist type of massage is offered to regular and especially invited clientele. Our more exclusive members get more personal massages, those massages include everything except full penetrative sex."

Caz put her glass onto the worktop and went silent, I couldn't believe what she had just told me.

"You, you massage people?" I said in a whisper.

"Yes,"

She lifted her fingers to her nose again and inhaled then offered them to me.

My eyes widened, surely she wasn't expecting me to sniff at her fingers?

She again peered over her glasses keeping her hand out over the table, I felt myself lean over almost instinctively until her fingertips were no more than an inch from the tip of my nose.

"Oh god." I groaned, it was the unmistakable odour of male spunk, it was all over her hands.

"You, you, this morning, you...."

"Yes." She nodded.

I felt my panties flood and I couldn't help but let out a audible groan.

"Sometimes its women too not just men."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, my panties were soaking now and I could smell my arousal wafting up from under the table.

"Women?"

"Ingrid, one of the masseuses has taught me how to help the ladies out, you would be amazed just how many of our special clients are women!"

I was squirming now, my pussy was throbbing and I could feel my clit pushing uncomfortably against the fabric of my cotton knickers.

"You ok?" my friend asked.

I had to get up and walk around, if I sat there squeezing my thighs any longer I'd have orgasmed right there and then at the kitchen island.

"So back to my earlier question, kisses, cuddles or cock?" Caroline grinned.

Just then the front door flew open, "Mum!"

I glanced up at the clock, it was 4.25pm, where had the time gone?

The boys came rushing in throwing school bags here and there, their coats were strewn on the hallway floor and school ties were chucked onto the island between me and Caroline.

"Mmmmm that smells good." James said as he came into the kitchen, I had a stew on and had been slow cooking since eleven this morning.

"Hey Caz." he said seeing her sitting opposite me and glancing at the two-thirds empty bottle of wine between us.

"Seriously? You two didn't get enough last night?"

"Don't be an arse James." Caroline said.

I could see by the look on his face that he wasn't happy and when he walked away into the lounge I said quietly to my friend, "You better go, I'll call you later."

I sorted the boys out some food and went in to a disgruntled hubby,

"Seriously love, I am late for work doing the school runs. I clean you up covered in puke and booze, let you have a lazy day in bed to come home to you on the piss again!"

"It wasn't like that James, but I am sorry." I said, climbing onto his lap trying to be loving and to apologise.

"No, just no, no." he said, pushing me off.

I stood beside him just wanting to cry, the boys were running and screaming through the house, my husband hated me and I felt like shit. I walked off quietly into my bedroom and just sat silently on the bed looking at my wedding photo on the side, we had been so happy back then and I sat quietly wondering where I had gone so wrong to have a life like this.

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I had been slow cooking a lovely beef stew all day, it was my old grans recipe from my most treasured possession, the book she left to me after her death. We had been really close and she stayed with us in our spare room for her last few years up until her death when I was sixteen. She was a wonderful cook and the book was full of old-time recipes long forgotten.

Jen would be home in around thirty minutes at about six, so I made up a dumpling mix and laid small balls onto the top of the stew, James loved my grans dumplings and hopefully this might cheer him up.

Having my family around me all laughing and chattering around the dinner table blew all the sour clouds away and soon everyone was in a much brighter mood. Jen told us of a new boy in her sociology class, apparently he was a real hunk. She reckons a younger version of a certain Harry Spencer.

"Oh so you think my best friends hubby is a hunk eh?" I snorted.

"Well, he is, sorta." Jen grinned.

"Eyes off young lady," James laughed. "by the way, this stew is great love," he added, making me smile.

The evening went well but after the kids had gone up we sunk into the same old routine, soaps, cups of tea, more soaps then bed. At least he came to bed at the same time as with me though and after today I really needed a little romance, he slid in beside me and kissed me gently. I held his face in my palms and whispered, "want some fun?"

"Not tonight Daisy, I have a big presentation in the morning, this weekend maybe eh?"

He rolled over turning his back to me and within five minutes he was snoring, the last time I looked at my bedside clock it said 2.57am.

The boys woke me for their breakfast at 7.45am, James had gone already. Jen was downstairs making her pack-up for the day and would be out soon to get her bus. The same old daily grind was starting again.

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"Yes." I said.

"Yes?" Caz replied.

"Yes, this massage thingy, yes." I said again. "are you free at any time today, we need to talk."

"Were talking now?"

"No I mean talk, properly talk not on the phone, face to face talk, properly."

I was babbling but I had also decided that I wanted to sort my life out, I was stagnating like this, half of my life was being stifled and stunted and I needed sex, I badly needed sex.

Early the next morning after I had dropped the boys at school, I met Caroline at her house. We wouldn't be disturbed there because Harry was working and her two youngest were away on a girl guides camp for the weekend. Her eldest was in digs at Manchester Uni so we had the house to ourselves for the whole day.

"You do understand that you will not get what you need doing this don't you? sex as in intercourse is a no-no, you are purely the giver in this situation."

"They are not allowed to touch us at all?"

"Nope, nothing. You can come in with me this Thursday as a helper, we'll kit you out in the uniform and you can watch ok?"

"Uniform, we get uniforms?"

Caz grinned, "Yes sexy little numbers, we get pale pink tops and grey trousers with black pumps, they are actually quite functional really. On our girlie lunch Wednesday I'll take you down and introduce you to the ladies, it'll give us chance to go through the do's and don'ts plus you can see all the creams and lotions we use."

"You said you do women too, is it mixed or something?"

"It can be yes depending on what the clients require, would you be interested in watching woman on woman or even giving it a go sometime?" Caz grinned.

Fuck, I felt that gush between my legs again.

"Ever been with a woman Daisy?"

"No, not like that anyway." I said, softly.

"In what way then?" she pressed.

I hesitated,

"It's ok, you don't have to." She added.

"Ive kissed a girl." I blurted.

"Nice, a proper one or just a peck?"

"A er.... a kiss, a proper kiss. One time at camp when we were younger. Remember Kathy Taylor, she dared me to kiss her sister for fifteen seconds, it was nice especially when our tongues touched even though I pretended not to like it."

"Ok nice but if you are going to do this you must not freeze, we are a professional outfit and must be seen as such."

It went a little quiet for a few seconds like Caroline was thinking of something, I heard her take one of those nose whistling deep breaths. Her face took on a serious look as she said, "Follow me."

I followed her upstairs and into her bedroom,

"Lay on the bed." She said, pointing at her large king-size bed.

"Sorry?"

"We need to see if you can do this, so let's see?"

The silence was deafening as I stood frozen to the spot.

"I take it you cannot then, its ok it's no problem but we needed to find out before you go into the massage room."

"No-no, it's just, it's us, I mean, it's us!"

"Yes, it's us and if you cannot do it with me, to be honest, I think you might freeze in the room."

I tentatively sat on the edge of the bed looking up at her with a weak smile,

"Does this mean you want to try?" she asked.

I nodded and whispered "yes, but please, if I say stop, stop."

"Of course," she laughed, "what do you take me for?"

"Slowly ok." I whispered.

"No other way." she smiled. "now strip."

I had never been so nervous in my life, my hands were trembling like crazy as I tried to undo the buttons on my blouse, this was my best friend and we were about to cross a huge line.

"Ok if it helps, I'll strip too." She said.

Caroline slowly undid the buttons on her own blouse dropping it to the floor at her feet, her bra was light pink with delicate floral lace trimming, it was beautiful.

I had seen her naked plenty of times but never like this, she unzipped her skirt and it pooled around her ankles leaving her just in her bra, panties and heels. She was stunning, I had never really looked at her body but she was perfect, all those years working in gyms had really paid off. She took the band from her ponytail shaking it out and letting her hair fall over her shoulders before stepping out of her panties, her mons was clean shaven and looked as perfect as the rest of her. Her bra came next and her pert b cup breasts showed no sag at all leaving her completely naked, she took my breath away. I had never seen her like this she had the body of a goddess, a sexual woman in her prime wanting me.

"You now." she whispered, dropping one hand to her pussy and running a finger through her wet lips.

My throat had gone bone dry, I tried to speak but couldn't.

"Don't speak, strip!" she said. "Stand up, come here."

Like in a trance I stood and crossed the two steps to stand in front of her. She popped the buttons on my blouse letting it fall to the floor with hers. Next she crouched down undoing my jeans and dropping the zip, I nearly backed out and ran from the room as she started pulling my jeans down and off of my feet, "Nice," she whispered kissing my trembling thigh.

My god, I nearly orgasmed with just that light touch of her lips to my goose-pimpled flesh. Caroline came up standing directly in front of me, she raised her hand between us to cup my boob through my bra making me gasp loudly.

My nipple threatened to burst through the fabric and she noticed it, she tweaked it through the lace bringing on more frantic gasps from me.

"Take off the panties."

This was more of a command and thinking back, all of her words were commands and I found that I had to obey every single one.

Never taking my eyes off of hers I bent and dropped my panties to my feet, "Now the bra."

We were both naked, we had known each other nearly forty years and seen each other naked probably hundreds of times in those years but never like this, never with this electricity between us threatening to explode my brain into a billion atoms all over the bedroom.

Carolines hands came up and cupped my face, "Do you trust me Daisy?"

I nodded dumbly like one of those dog things on the dashboard of my mother's old Morris Minor. She dropped one hand to my breast tenderly stroking it and it was nothing like the touch of a man, she ran her palm over it until she made contact with my erect nipple. I nearly collapsed as the shock slammed through my body finishing directly in my clitoris.

"You have very sensitive nipples, just like me." She whispered.

Carolines eyes had darkened, her pupils had grown to twice their normal size making her look predatory.

"Follow my lead." She whispered as her hand came around the back of my neck pulling my face towards hers, her mouth found mine and when her soft sensuous lips kissed mine I nearly melted, my legs gave way and I fell backwards onto the bed.

She came with me covering my naked body with hers never letting the kiss break, no-one had ever kissed me like this and it was heavenly. Her hands stroked my cheek and neck making my head swim, I was feeling totally overwhelmed with the passion she was putting into this. It was not a hard kiss, in fact it was probably the most gentle kiss I had ever received and as her tongue slipped past my lips I think I orgasmed. My body convulsed and my brain fizzed making my legs and arms twitch like I was being mildly electrocuted and still her lips never left mine.

My whole body was shaking as she pulled back, "Are you ok?" she asked, looking down at me.

"Y-yes, yes, I-I, yes." I said, not knowing what else to say.

Suddenly I felt her hand stroking up my thigh and between my legs and more lights and colours exploded in my brain,

"Annnnggggggnnnnnn!" I screamed, my body almost lifting off of the bed as my back arched higher than I ever thought possible. Her hand left my leg and came firmly over my stomach pushing me back down, her eyes were full of passion as she dropped to take my nipple into her mouth. Again shocks flew through my entire body culminating on that nub between my thighs exactly where her fingers were busily trying to find.

Her finger found my opening and she slid it up and down through the wet slit making me groan in pleasure, my spine was doing its best to get my stomach to touch the ceiling again until she flipped a leg over me pushing me back down to the mattress. I could feel her hot breath on my thighs and knew what was coming next, her tongue licked me in the groove where my legs met my groin and again my brain exploded. I grabbed her hair pushing her face into me trying to direct her to where I so badly needed her, I don't know what came over me because I had never ever been interested in women but now, now I could care less if I never saw another man in my entire life!

"Aaaaaaaggnnnnggggggnnnnn!"

She wrecked me as her mouth found my pussy lips, I pushed my pelvis up to meet her trying my best to get as much contact with her mouth as possible. I had never felt pleasure like this in my entire life, it was ripping me apart.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, aaahhhhnnnnggggg!"

Her lips and teeth nipped at my clit and I flipped out, she dragged her tongue through my wet cunt and flicked it against my engorged nub taking me over the edge. I grabbed her head mashing it into my sex as I exploded into the biggest climax of my life. I have no idea how long I lay there twitching, spasming and cramping but it seemed to go on for ages, every time I thought it had subsided it spasmed again taking me even higher than before.

When I eventually became coherent again, Caz was grinning like the cheshire cat licking her fingers and lips.

"Was it good?" she grinned.

"Fuck off!" I hissed, laughing.

"Why have we never done this before?" I groaned, flinging myself back onto the mattress.

"We never have, I did it all, you didn't do a thing, it's your turn."

Caroline kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the bed lying beside me, suddenly I felt a little self-conscious and uneasy realising that she expected me to reciprocate.

"I can see that you are nervous, don't be, it's just us. This is for research remember, if you really want to try on Thursday you need to know you can do it. I need to know you can do it. Just touch me as you would touch yourself, it will come naturally, trust me."

Caz snuggled up beside me taking my hand in hers and laid her head back onto her fluffy white pillows, she took my hand and rested my trembling fingers onto her flat stomach. This was the first time I had ever touched her in this kind of way, of course over the years we had braided each other's hair and put make-up on each other, we had even slept naked in the same bed but nothing like this, this was a purely sexual touch. Her skin was so soft and so much softer than a man's, she had fine downy fair hair from her mons right up to the underside of her breasts. She directed my hand along with hers to lightly stroke from those perfect breasts right down into her navel and to the top of her mound, she felt me hold back the nearer we got to her mound and let me stroke back up her body. I dipped my forefinger into her navel swirling it around deciding in my head if I could do this.

Was I ready for this? could I really do this?

Caroline knew I was having problems with it and she turned her face to mine, taking my cheeks in the palms of her hands she lent in and tenderly kissed me again letting her tongue slide across my lips. In one swift movement she rolled her body so she was sitting across my stomach.

"You do not have to do this Daisy, it is fine, honestly."

Her boobs were there, just there in front of me. Each nipple was fully erect and seemed to move like skin does when it's cold, I couldn't take my eyes from them and saw my hands raise up as if under an influence I couldn't control to cup the underside of each breast.

Again I marvelled at how soft her skin was and I felt her push down onto me as I cupped her boobs. I slowly and tentatively ran the forefingers of each hand over her engorged nipples, she arched her back groaning and pushing herself even harder into my stomach. Her response surprised me, she must have really sensitive nipples like mine. My friend above me was grinding herself into me and I looked down between us to see her pussy gaping wide open, her thighs were spread either side of me making the meeting point between my stomach and her pussy wet with her juices. I raised my gaze to her face, her eyes were hooded and glazed as she whispered "Touch me Daisy, touch my cunt."

I ran my hand down her torso until I met her thigh then I brought the other hand down until I was holding her by the hips. The prominence of her clitoris from this angle looked enormous, I could see the nub glistening and poking from its hood squished against my skin. I had an overwhelming urge to reach down and touch it but the thought went against the whole of my sexuality until a second later when Caz flopped down onto me enveloping my lips with hers, her tongue invaded my mouth and I was lost. My arms wrapped around her body pulling her into mine as we kissed with a passion I had never felt before, this was my best friend of nearly forty years and we were kissing like lovers.

Caz arched her back lifting slightly off of me and I latched onto her, I sucked her nipple like a starving baby feeding from its mother. The sounds above me were cries of unlocked passion and wanting spurring me on to suckle deeper, she gave me her other boob and I took great pleasure in taking that one too.

Caz shuffled up my body until her dripping pussy was sitting upon my own boobs, of course I had seen pussy's but only up close like this in porn movies, this was really up close and personal.

"Eat me Daisy, please, I need to cum."

I froze,

"Please Daisy." She groaned, her hand dropping to her groin.

Her odour was sweet and I knew she would taste nice, I knew that from my own taste and that it wouldn't be fishy like people say, but I had never even touched another vagina let alone eaten from one!

Her face showed how much she needed this, how bad could it be? It didn't make me a lesbian did it? she was my bestie, my soulmate, could I deny her this?

Carolines fingers started making frantic movements over the hood of her clitoris and down through her wet lips, I made my decision and slapped her hand away. She looked totally dismayed until I snaked my neck up and poked at her sex with my pointed tongue. I pulled my tongue back and tasted her and it wasn't bad, it was actually quite sweet and a bit like tangy grapefruit. I settled my head back and invited her to come forward, from my own experience this was the best way to receive head and she needed no further invitation and settled herself onto my face.

"Just do it how you would want it done." She whispered staring down into my eyes, her eyes were full of water and I realised she was on the verge of crying.

"Are you ok?"

"I love you," she mouthed before pushing herself down onto my mouth.

My goodness she was wet, far wetter than I had ever been, and so soft, her pussy lips were like pure velvet as she slid from side to side across my lips and tongue. I could hear her grunting her approval from above as I did my best to give her what she needed. I had no idea really of what I had expected but it wasn't this, I loved the feelings gushing through me as she slid back and forth from my chin to my nose. My own orgasm was starting to build again as I frigged myself furiously as she used my face to get herself off, I felt her hand gripping my forehead as her thighs trembled either side of my face.

She grunted something incoherently and crushed my head between her thighs, suddenly my mouth filled with a much stronger, thicker grapefruit flavour as I heard her let out a piercing scream. Her body shook and twitched as she pushed down harder and I had no option but to drink what was filling my mouth, luckily she realised that I was coughing and spluttering below her and flipped a leg over my shoulder releasing me.

"Oh my god." She gasped looking down at me, my face was literally dripping in her cum. I raised my hands to my eyes rubbing at them vigorously trying to get her juice from my eye sockets, I must've looked like one of those porn girls when they let their co-star let loose a load onto their faces. Caroline shuffled back to give me space and her hand immediately dropped to her pussy, she rubbed at it as vigorously as I was doing to my eyes then another fountain of watery juice splashed onto my chest covering me in yet more of the stuff. I had seen women do this in porn but I had always thought that it was faked somehow, here was my best friend lost in absolute ecstasy squirting al over my face, neck and the entirety of the top half of my body. Her face was contorting with her eyes tightly shut, her watery discharge was splashing everywhere as her body convulsed and spasmed like I had never seen before.

When her body eventually settled down, she opened her eyes and peered down at me giggling and apologising. It set me off too and she flopped down to cuddle me in our fit of giggles.

The sight I saw when I looked into her dressing table mirror was like that in a horror movie because my mascara was spread absolutely everywhere. The only place my lipstick was not, was on my lips. Somehow it had smeared right up to my ears and I looked like one of those demented clowns ready to go on a killing spree.

We both spent the next half hour in her family sized shower, she had this rain type setting which I adored. I had lost all of my bashfulness and inhibitions and worshiped her body lathering it up from head to toe while she did the same to me. I honestly could not think of a better way to spend a morning than the one she treated me to, I had never really been interested in girls but now, now I wanted more, so, so much more.

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Wednesday night I could hardly sleep a wink, it was another of those looking at the clock nights and the more o looked, that harder it was to sleep.

Yet again I slept through the alarm on my phone and the boys woke me at 7.35am, groggily I wiped the sleep from my eyes and trapsed down to do two bowls of cereal. Jen called "Bye" as she slammed the door on her way out leaving me with two over excited ten year olds to get ready for school.

During the whole school run my mind was preoccupied of thoughts of what the morning would bring, my normal thirty minutes of road-rage never reared its head once, even the boys commented how nice the run in was.

I pulled in to the club carpark with my stomach doing cartwheels, I could not remember being this nervous about anything like I was right now and I almost backed out and went home. It felt like fate was tapping on my shoulder as my phone lit up and chirped into life, it was Caroline asking how long I'd be. I texted back, 'coming in now'

Taking a huge breath, I passed my card over the entry port and the spa doors swished open. The heat from inside hit me like a hurricane and an absolutely stunning woman with blond hair and piercing green eyes was sitting at the reception desk, I handed her my membership card to scan.

"Oh, Mrs. Spencer's friend." She said in a sultry Caribbean lilt.

"Go on down dear, she is expecting you."

She pointed to go through the double doors to her left, to follow the corridor to the end and she would be in one of the rooms on the left.

"Good luck, I hope it goes well." She called as the doors swished closed behind me.

My heart was beating out of my chest, it was only a twenty yard walk but it felt like miles passing closed door after closed door wondering what was going on behind them.

I needn't have worried which one she was in because Caroline popped her head out of her room just as I got there, she grinned saying, "don't just stand there, come in."

She had my uniform folded neatly on the massage table waiting for me,

"Hi, I am Gabriella." another stunning woman said, holding her hand out. She too had the same piercing green eyes as the lady in reception.

I took her hand and Caroline introduced us,

"Daisy, Gabby, Gabby, Daisy"

She was the sister of the woman behind the desk and the second of the three sister managers.

"You are in for a treat today." Caz beamed, "Gabriella is going to show us how to perform a tantric massage culminating hopefully in a prostate orgasm."

Caz could hardly contain herself as she spoke making little clapping movements and almost jumping up and down on the spot.

I was almost in a daze as she helped me out of my street clothing and into the uniform she had provided. She was right, it was a sexy little number and fitted me perfectly.

Gabriella started putting the oils and creams on her workstation bench while Caroline lit a few scented candles wafting them about in the air and within a minute or two the place smelt wonderful. I made a mental note to find out after what the fragrances were and to get some for indoors.

Caroline left the room to go get her client leaving me and Gabriella alone.

"So, first time I hear." She said with a knowing smile.

I nodded, my damn mouth drying up again.

"Do not be nervous my love, you are very pretty and our boy will like that. I will get him relaxed and you can play it by ear, as you say. If you wish to participate just tell me or Caroline, I think our young man might like a new girl and after all, three pairs of hands are so much better than two, yes?"

My heart nearly jumped from my chest as Caz re-entered the room with a very young looking man, he must've been older than eighteen because there was no way she'd risk that, she also said that most of the clientele were invited on Thursdays so he must have been vetted and overage right?

"This is Jonathon." She said, and directed him to a side room to change into the robe provided.

As soon as he shut the door behind him I wheezed "Is he legal? He looks bloody sixteen at most!"

Caz laughed and Gabby looked puzzled, I don't think she understood what I meant.

"Babe don't worry he is nearly twenty believe it or not, I know his mum." Caz grinned.

She knew his mum! Fuck, this place was blowing my mind and we hadn't even started yet.

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Jonathon came out wearing a towelling robe that finished just above his knees, he was incredibly hansom for a boy of his age and an obviously a well-built kid because the robe was loosely tied showing an abundance of sixpack.

He needed no prompting and hopped straight up onto the table shedding the robe, he laid flat out face down and pushed his head through the small hole that these tables have at the top end.

"So," Gabby said, as she took a clipboard from the side. "Legs, back, shoulders gluts and my favourite..... ass." She grinned.

My god, my clit throbbed like crazy and she hadn't even touched him yet.

Caroline directed me to sit on one of the high stools and watch for a bit and if I felt like it in a while, I could try.

She poured a generous amount of oil onto her friends hands and then to her own before they both rubbed their hands to warm it up. Jonathon just laid quietly as Gabby stood by his head and started on his shoulders while Caz stood to the side working on his lower back. I was surprised how hard they worked his body especially Gabby, she was really getting her thumbs into his muscles enticing small groans from the boy.

I watched enviously as my friend ran her hands over the young man's arse cheeks as well as his back, she seemed to spend a lot more time kneading the valley between his bum than his back though. Every now and then she turned to wink at me and grinned at my wide open eyes as I watched them work. After about ten minutes Gabby tapped him on the shoulder telling him to turn over. When he did, he smiled at me sitting on my stool and spread his legs wide as he turned. My god, he had one of the largest dicks I had ever seen, Caz was grinning from ear to ear as she saw the look on my face.

"Nice eh?" she laughed.

He laid out flat on his back and the thing stuck upright at 45 degrees least ten inches from his stomach, he just grinned at me showing no embracement at all. I couldn't take my eyes from him, he was fucking huge!

Gabriella poured a puddle of oil into his navel and spread it with her fingers around the edges slowly spreading it around his lower stomach. Meanwhile Caroline had warmed more oil into her hands and looking directly at me, took the monster into her hands and slowly slid them from the top to the bottom. I couldn't help it, I groaned squeezing my thighs tightly shut as I watched both women slowly tease him. Caz concentrated mainly on his glands while Gabby rolled his balls around in her hands dipping a finger down now and again under them. I admired his self-control because I almost came just watching it, god only knows how he must be feeling right now.

"Well, want to try?" Caz asked, looking over at me.

I was afraid that if I rose from my chair I would leave a puddle behind because I was that wet. She took my hands pulling me up instructing me to cup them while she poured a fragrant smelling oil into them.

"Rub them together, get the oil warm because you don't want to send him into shock with cold hands do you?"

Like in a trance, I rubbed them while staring down at the monster before me until Gabby took my hands and guided them to grip his shaft. It twitched making me jump as I wrapped my fingers around him. Fuck he was big, easily the biggest cock I had ever had in my hands, my thumb and forefinger were nowhere near touching and had at least an inch and a half gap of cock still showing.

I could feel the trickle of my own arousal on the inside of my thighs as Gabby moved my hand up and down until I found my own rhythm. I could hear myself making little whimpering sighing noises as my hand took on a life of its own, my other hand now had taken the large glands and I was polishing his crown with my oily palm. He started to push his hips up to meet my grip when Caz put a hand to my shoulder.

"Slow up babe, don't let him cum yet."

"fuck!" I breathed, I had gotten so lost in the depravity of it all and had forgotten she was even there.

"Up boy!" Gabriella said, grabbing his balls hard. "Up!"

Jonathon scrambled up and twisted onto his hands and knees. I groaned again, I just couldn't keep the sound in and he grinned looking sideways at me.

"Is she doing me?" he asked.

"Maybe, would you like her to?" Caz said, first looking at him then slowly turning to me.

"Fuck yeah!" he hissed planting his forehead onto the padded bench.

"Ass up boy!" Gabby said, smacking his arse-cheek with a resounding slap.

Jonathon struck the most pussy-wetting pose I had ever witnessed, he had his head flat to the bed, his forearms by his head with his back arched so his arse was the highest part of his body. Gabby instructed him to open his legs wider as she pulled his balls out and backwards making him gasp.

"Come around here my dear," she said, standing slightly aside so I could get between his open legs with her.

"Oh fuck." I hissed, his balls were hanging down above a cock that nearly reached the padding but what took my eye was his arsehole. It was cleanshaven like his balls and looked just like the end of a balloons nozzle, it was almost begging to be touched.

"Take hold of his cock dear while I oil him up." Gabby whispered.

His huge cock jumped in my hands as I reached between his legs from behind to grasp him. I gasped along with him as Gabby drizzled warm oil into his arse crack, I watched as it slowly trickled down over and into his most private of places although it was far from private at this moment.

Gabby ran a red tipped finger up the crack gathering oil and lightly slathering it over the little star shaped hole making him grunt and groan from the far end of the table. Caz at this point was looking on taking mental notes.

He lurched forward as Gabriella made her first intrusion, the tip of her finger pushed inside to the first knuckle enticing a groan from him that tore through my body like a hot knife through butter weakening my knees. I had to hold onto the bench with my left hand to steady myself, I also heard a groan from my friend beside us both and I turned my gaze to see that she had her hand down the front of her pants.

"Grip him tighter Daisy, we do not want him disappearing off the end of the table do we." Gabby said softly.

I thought that she was joking but as she slid in deeper he really did try to escape her probing finger. I grabbed his cock and yanked him back, "Good, good." She said in my ear.

"Ok, I will loosen him up and then you can have a go if you wish?"

I am pretty sure that I let loose a stream of girl juice as she said that, I know for a fact that Caz did because I heard her grunt and sigh as a small orgasm overtook her.

"That always happens to her, pay her no mind." Gabriella said, matter of factly.

My mind was distracted by my friend but my eyes snapped back immediately when I heard him hiss a stream of obscenities. She had slipped a second finger inside him and I could see her vigorously twisting them around.

Jonathon was babbling something or other into the padded seat, I couldn't make it out whether he was enjoying it or he was in pain?

"Now if you are ever lucky enough to peg a man, you must do this procedure first because you must open him fully to allow him to get as much enjoyment and pleasure out of it as yourself, yes?" she said.

Now I know I definitely squirted a whole load of girl-juice into my poor sodden panties that time, I also felt Caroline's death-grip on my shoulder as she fought off her own impending release.

"P-peg?" I hissed,

"Yes, we might even get to do that here soon if I can persuade one of our nice young men to try it. What do you say Jonathon, would you like that dear?"

He grunted,

"Is that a yes?"

"Hmmm, mmmm, uh-huh mmmmm" he groaned.

"I think that was a yes," she laughed.

Jonathon was starting to hump my fist now and pushing back onto her fingers at the same time.

"Ok ease up a little, I think he getting a little too excited and he is opened enough now, would you like to give it a go?"

He groaned in disappointment as I took my hand from his cock and turned, Caz had her whole hand inside her trousers now making no attempt to hide what she was doing.

"That's very unprofessional Caroline." Gabby grinned as we swapped places.

"Ok now, oil up your fore and middle fingers and just line them up and push, it will feel strange and a little tight but he will soon gape again. Try to find a hard nub in there amongst all the soft tissue, it will be on the front wall down near the base of his balls."

I wiggled them around until I thought I had found it, "I think I have it?" I said.

"ok, prod it with the tip of your finger."

I did and he lifted his head from the bench and growled, it was a real growl like a dog. His legs trembled and shook making the muscles in his arse tighten up squeezing around my finger.

"You found it." she laughed, "that's the prostate gland, now do it again and I will hold his balls keeping him in place."

I prodded, poked and generally blew our young friends mind as well as my own, I never dreamed in a million years that a man would react this way to getting fingered up the arsehole!

Caroline snuck in beside him and I thought she was actually going to suck him off for a minute but she just watched as he grunted and cursed rutting like a dog.

"It wont be long now." Gabby said, squeezing his balls even tighter but he didn't seem to care, he just kept slamming back and forth into my fingers.

Suddenly he cried out and I felt his arse convulse around my fingers, his efforts to fuck fresh air doubled and he roared like an animal as jet after jet of hot spunk erupted from his cock. Gabriella let his balls swing free and reached under milking the last few steams of cum from him with her left hand, with her right, she spanked his arse hard as his orgasm subsided.

Caz fell backwards onto the small sofa at the side of the room and exploded into her own climax.

What the fuck had I just participated in?

I could feel my own arousal down near my knees now but Gabriella looked like it was just another day at the office!

She helped him down from the table and held his arm until he reached the side changing room. "Do you need me or are you ok?" she asked him.

"I-I'm ok, I think." He sighed, looking for a place to sit.

She went to the small sink unit and poured him a tall glass of water taking it back in to him in the other room, "Here, drink this you need to take on fluids."

I could not believe the mess on the massage table, he had fired off enough spunk to make a soufflé, there was a puddle six inches around and half inch deep!

"See, told you." Caroline laughed, "Told you it was good." She grinned sucking her fingers dry.

End of part one.