Broken Pt. 02

I spent the whole afternoon in a daze, the more I thought about it the more I couldn't believe she was risking her marriage and business for a few cheap thrills like this. She said that Harry knew about it all, I couldn't believe that that was true and I knew I had to grill her over it but when?

I had to get the boys from school soon plus myself and James were out at parents evening tonight. One of the only things that we got to do together just the two of us and it was bloody parents evening!

Tomorrow I had promised Jen that we would have a mother daughter day. We had planned a whole morning pampering session at Caroline's spa weeks ago, maybe I could sneak away for a few minutes to find out what the hell was going on but I knew I'd need far more than just a few minutes.

After a massage, a facial and a spot of lunch in the café, we went into town on a shopping spree. I had been putting a little away each week and saved a bit of money to splash on her not only because she was such a great daughter, but I loved her and she deserved it. Our afternoon took me back to when myself and Caroline used spend whole days in and out of London boutiques in our teens, we would try on almost everything in the shop wishing we had the money to buy the latest fashions to impress the boys. I wondered if my daughter had the same thoughts in her mind that I had at her age after all, she did like the heels and miniskirts.

I covertly worked into our conversations about this new boy at school that she liked, I could tell by the ways she reacted when she spoke of him that she liked him a lot.

We got home before her father thank goodness, I told her to get the designer bags hidden before he got home and asked too many questions about how much it had all cost. I was envious of her, it must be nice to dress up to get the attention of a young man again, I missed those days so much, especially the way my relationship with her father was.

Parents evening went fairly well as far as the kids grades were concerned but George and Jason's replacement teacher for the last three months was Mr. Baker, he had been drafted in as cover because Mrs. Stanley was off on maternity leave.

Duncan Baker was the man that I had had a drunken fling with a few years ago, it wasn't even a fling really, it was a quick drunken fuck at the back of a carpark against a tree which lasted two minutes at the most and I have regretted it every day since.

Sitting opposite the man I wondered why on earth I had done it, and with him of all people! He was an arrogant man, he was going bald with small tufts sticking up here and there and was very overweight, was he the best I could've done? Listening him talk about my sons right next to my husband was the most awkward ten minutes of my life.

I kept thinking he was going to drop the bombshell at any moment and every time I tried to finish the conversation my bloody husband would ask another question, it was almost like he could feel my discomfort and wanted to milk it.

My discomfort was amplified on the drive home, James asked what I thought of Mr. Baker and how he seemed a nice man and good teacher. I tried to change the subject without making it look to obvious because I was starting to feel a bit paranoid. We got home around eight-thirty and Jen had done the boys homework with them and put them to bed when we got home, she was a good girl and it was nice to have her at home instead of in digs like Rosie, Caroline's eldest.

She settled down with us watching a movie for a bit before going up saying "I need an early night, I have a lesson at 11am tomorrow, g'night, love you."

"Do you really want to watch this love?" James asked.

"What do you have in mind?" I replied thinking did he feel guilty about rejecting my advances the other night?

"Well we could catch a couple of the soaps before bed on catchup," he said with a grin, taking the remote in his hand pointing it at the tv.

Shit I thought, and to think I had been feeling guilty all night about Duncan and let alone yesterday at the spa.

"Please yourself, I am going up now because I could do with an early night myself." I said rising from my chair, he held out a hand and like the dutiful wife I went to him.

"Goodnight." He said, "I'll be up in a bit."

"Fuck him!" I hissed to myself as I slipped on my nightgown "Fuck him, how did I let my life get to this!"

Grabbing my phone I fired off a quick text to Caz, I didn't expect a reply until the morning so was pleasantly surprised when my phone buzzed before my head even hit the pillows.

'of course you can, so you want to next week then eh?'

I was in such a mood, I had asked her if we could do a repeat of yesterday.

'does Harry really know what goes on there on Thursdays?'

'yup, he has even been a customer, not with me though, now that would be too just weird eh?'

'fuck off!' I typed, mouthing the words as I typed them.

'seriously'

'are you for real?'

'he is not jealous, nor am I. he knows I have an enormous libido and he cannot keep up so he lets me do this. I need something more and I've found it, I know this sounds stupid but, it's therapeutic lol'

I just stared at her last words in silence, ' it's therapeutic'

'can we talk face to face sometime over the weekend?' I typed.

I had to wait five anxious minutes until her reply came in, 'I am in the office doing a bit of paperwork about 10am Sunday, any good?'

'see you Sunday' I typed and laid my head down, the last thing I remember before dozing off was thinking of Harry Spencer laying naked on my massage table.

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James had golf on Sundays so I knew that I could slip away for an hour or two without making an excuse to where I was going, I asked Jenny to look after the boys while at the same time asking her how her new clothes fitted. I think she knew that I was cashing in on our little shopping spree and she laughed it off saying, "Three hours mum, I'm busy this afternoon ok?"

Caroline pulled into the carpark just before ten,

"Fuck me, your keen!" she said as she stepped from her car to hug me hello.

She had one of the staff bring us up two coffee's and a couple of croissants from the spa café.

"So you want more then." She grinned, "told you it was fun didn't I?"

"What if you get caught though?"

"I told you, Harry knows."

"No, I mean the law?"

She laughed, "that's no problem half our clientele are cops! Plus on the legal side for our own protection the spa is a completely separate concern from the health centre. Harry's dad set it all up to run the same way as his Spanish clubs, it's his and the Rodriguez sister's names listed as the owners and directors. Myself, Harry and his dad co-own the club, its nothing to do with the spa legally." She winked, "so don't worry."

"His dad knows you do handjobs down there!"

"It was his idea." She laughed, "not for me to do it," she laughed again, "but the handjobs yeah, it draws in so much custom which naturally spills over into the health club when they see all of the facilities we offer, I cant imagine why?" she grinned, winking again.

Over the next hour we spoke about some of the things she had done down in the massage rooms, I couldn't believe that her husband had agreed to her doing it all. She had permission to touch and give oral, her pussy and arse were his exclusively. She said it worked for them and it took the pressure off of him because she wanted sex constantly, it also took the edge off for her, she said that she loved touching all of those strange cocks. I could imagine it did because it had rocked my world too!

What really blew my mind was when she said that two of their best customers were her in-laws, Harry's mum and dad came for intimate massages at least twice a month each, sometimes in the same room! It was a whole fucking family of perverts and I started to wonder if this type of thing happened in all of their other health clubs.

"What did you think about Gabriella?" she asked.

"To be honest she was really nice and probably the sexiest woman I have ever met, she oozed sensuality like all women from that area of the world."

"I know!" Caz laughed, "I nearly creamed myself the first time I met her, believe it or not her two sisters are worse.

"That prostate shit she did last week and all that pegging talk for fuck sake! I haven't been able to get it out of my bloody mind!" I said.

"You really interested in that kinky shit?" she asked, raising a brow.

"I, er, well, more curious.... you know?" I said, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed for bringing it up.

"Well Daisy Bradshaw," she grinned, "It's a long, long time since I have seen you blushing like that, wanna give James a little dicking do you?" she laughed.

"Oh fuck off you ol tart!" I yelled, "and it's a long time since I was a Bradshaw!" I said, before I grinned along with her saying, "He might like that cos he certainly don't like pussy at the minute!"

She took a swig of her coffee before taking on a more serious tone,

"Is it still bad indoors? Also, what we did last week, us I mean, at my house..... are you ok with it?"

"Yes," I said, "it was a bloody shock though, I was not expect that I can tell you!"

We both giggled again.

"I did enjoy it, no that's not true, I fucking loved it but that doesn't mean I want it every day, I treasure our friendship more than I could possibly tell you and never want that spoilt. So..... maybe one day yes, but not yet ok?" I said, almost asking her permission if it was ok.

"I love you Daisy, I always have and yes of course its ok."

I had to get back for Jen so we kissed on the cheeks, hugged and I told her I would see her Thursday, same time, same place.

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The rest of the week dragged and no, James didn't feel bad about rejecting me yet again by not following through on his weekend promise, he didn't even mention it because he'd rather sex wasn't mentioned at all because it was easier for him that way.

Thursday morning eventually came and the second I had dropped the boys at school I was putting my foot flat to the floor to get to the club asap. Caroline's car was nowhere to be seen and if fact there was only one other car in the carpark, I waited for nearly fifteen minutes until I could wait no longer and made my way to reception.

The doors whooshed open again and another beautiful woman looking very much like the one from last week only younger was seated behind the desk. I assumed that this was the third of the sisters so I handed over my card and she looked it over,

"Aha! Mrsh. Daishy Robertsh." She said in a very strong Spanish accent while flicking her hair from her shoulder.

"Ma shister told me shou would be coming in, she is in room sheven."

She had an extremely sexy way to her as she handed me back the card smiling.

Mrsh. Shpencer will be a liddle late but she shays she will meet you there. You know wheres as to go?"

"Thank you yes." I replied and hurried off through the double doors to her left and into the ominous hallway or closed doors.

4-5-6, at last, 7. I knocked softly and waited, no answer. I knocked again, waited a few seconds then opened the door.

The room was empty other than a cardboard box sitting on the top of the bench that Jonathon had been on last week, Jonathon, I had even remembered his name. I wondered if it would be him again today or would it be someone else? Older, younger, or even a woman, how would I cope with that?

"Ah Daisy lovely to see you, you came back."

"Ohhh shit!" I screamed, nearly jumping from my skin.

"I am so sorry," Gabby said laughing, "I didn't hear you come in and I didn't mean to scare you, I was preparing the changing room."

"I did knock, twice."

"I was getting everything ready for our day, today we have a full book. Five clients and I think from what Caroline has told me, you might like our eleven o'clock."

"Eleven o'clock?"

"Yes, eleven to one. Two whole hours of Jonathon Crosby, have you looked in the box?" Gabby said, pointing to the box on the bench.

"No?" I replied opening the loose flaps to peer inside, "Oh my god." I breathed, I could feel the blood rushing to my head making me feel quite giddy.

"Jonathon has been booked in for a relaxing full body massage and well, you have seen inside the box." She grinned.

Inside there were an assortment of vibrators, lube and a black rubber harness belt. The belt had a large black eight to nine inch long dildo protruding from it.

My mouth went completely dry as I gasped "J-Jonathon?"

Gabby just grinned, pointed at the clock on the wall and said, "eleven o'clock."

I stood wide eyed staring at the contraption in my hands.

"If you want to stay, and I assume that you do? I took the liberty of putting a uniform in the changing room for you, Caroline said that you might like to see it." She grinned again.

"First client is at nine twenty, you better hurry because its ten past now."

It only took me a few minutes to change but by the time I had, Gabby had the oils and creams out along with candles lit and a couple of kitchen rolls at hand on the sink top.

She was so professional there was no wonder Harry's dad had employed her to run the place.

"Ok, first we have Gordon Franklin, he is nice and one of our local constabulary, a detective I do believe." She said, looking at the clipboard in her hand.

"Would you go and fetch him please Daisy..... no, not out that way," she said as I went back out into the hallway, "turn left, that door at the end goes into the waiting area. Its away from the main spa."

The doors swished open like the ones in reception but these ones opened into a plush suite of pure white walls and chocolate coloured leather sofa's. There were three men chatting and leaning against a small bar area, they looked like they all had alcoholic beverages. I was shocked as it was only 9.15am!

"Mr. Franklin?" I said, trying to guess which one might answer, hoping to fuck that it would be the dishy forty year old Glen Powell lookalike.

It wasn't, and the older man of the three stepped forward, "New here?" he asked, putting his drink on the bar.

I ignored him by turning and saying "follow me please."

He followed behind me and I could feel his eyes burning into my behind as we walked, I didn't much like it.

"Ah, Gordon. Nice to see you again, just a quick massage today then is it?" Gabby said, referring to her clipboard.

He went into the changing room giving me a few minutes alone with Gabriella, "A bit old isn't he?"

She snorted, "you think fifty is old? We have a couple of clients well into their seventies! Age is just a number and some of our Thursday clients still need a human touch and are either widowed or in sexless marriages."

Her words struck home far harder than she meant them too and I felt a little ashamed of my stupid comment.

"You don't need to stay if you do not want to." Gabby said, I could see that she was a little disappointed at my comment.

"Sorry, sorry, I meant... sorry." I stuttered, twisting my hands desperately wishing I had said nothing.

Mr. Franklin came out wearing a towel around his waist and casually hopped up onto the bed, it was very obvious that he knew the ropes.

"My friend is here to watch and learn, I hope you do not mind having her here?" Gabby asked.

"Not at all." He sneered, looking me up and down, I really didn't like him and was so glad that Gabby had given me an out here. I sat on one of the stools and watched as she gave him a ten minute back massage, he grunted with appreciation every time her hand dipped into the crack of his arse and I was so glad it wasn't me doing that. I think I had stupidly thought that all the men would be like it was last week.

She instructed him to turn and he grinned at me as his hard cock came into view under a fat stomach like he expected me to be impressed or something, I smiled courteously at him making an appreciative nod at the semi-hard phallus. Gabby grinned over at me and winked her approval at my actions.

She vigorously took him in hand and said, "Gordon likes it hard and fast, don't you my dear."

Within thirty seconds he was gasping for breath and dribbling sperm down over her fingers.

She ushered him into the side room and whispered, "Don't fret, they are not all like that."

We cleaned the room disinfecting the table and got it ready for the next client as Mr. Franklin came out thanking Gabby and myself before I took him back to the waiting area. I was shocked to see nearly a dozen more men and two women sitting on sofas and standing near the bar. Just how many people did they see to on Thursdays?

There was a pretty young girl behind the bar counter now and the tv on the wall had been turned on, it was quite surreal to see one of my favourite daytime tv presenters chatting away while all these people were queuing up to be jerked off!

I went back into the massage room and Gabby told me to go up and wait for Caroline in her office until she came in.

"it was clear that you felt a little out of your depth and more than a touch uncomfortable." She said.

I felt bad but I was glad that she could see it, so I grabbed a coffee and took the short walk over to the main health centre. Caroline came in about 10.30am finding me in her comfy chair watching her tv and drinking a nice fresh latte, scoffing one of her nice cream croissants.

"Make yerself at home why doncha!" she scoffed, throwing her bag onto the sofa.

"I hear that you wasn't much into the older folk," she laughed, "after you've been here a while, a cock is a cock is a cock!" she said, throwing her overcoat across her bag.

"So," she rubbed her hands together in glee, "you are in for a real treat today. I assume you know?" she added, cocking her head and raising a brow at me. "We had better head down."

On the way down she told me that Jonathon was not a typical client, in fact he was a very special one that needed a degree of humiliation along with his treatments.

His mother was apparently a very close friend of Harry's family and an enormously powerful woman CEO in the business world, she herself had booked her son in for a full treatment including a whole hour, whole body massage.

It had shocked even Caz at first that a mother would want her son used in the way that she had specified, but she was prepared to pay well over the odds and was adamant that it was what he needed. After his first session a few weeks ago, it was very obvious that the boy was a submissive and needed a certain type of treatment. His mother was a very strong, very determined woman and Caz was pretty sure that she might be a closet dominatrix, her son most certainly did whatever his mother told him to without question.

Caz said that the long thirty to sixty minute deep-tissue massage was needed to get him fully relaxed for thirty or forty minutes of fun, then another thirty minutes for what she called aftercare, with Gabriella.

Apparently it didn't matter if we went slightly over time because money with that family was of no object, plus Gabby had no other clients until three this afternoon. I asked just how many clients the girls saw in a typical day, "usually about ten or so." She said casually as we entered reception.

"Hola, Mrsh. Spensher." The receptionist said looking up while typing on her keypad. She pushed a button on her desk and the double doors swished open to the corridor of dreams.

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I was literally trembling the closer we got to the room, Caz tapped on the door and we heard Gabby invite us in. She was midway through preparing the room and gave me a antibacterial spray and a kitchen roll.

"Could you give the bed a wipe over dear, it's a bit of a mess though sorry."

There were a few streaks of sweat mixed with what looked like cum, I pulled a face but did as she asked trying my hardest to not get any on my hands.

"Gloves dear, gloves." She barked, throwing a pair of surgical gloves at me.

"We have nearly twenty minutes, so no rush." Caroline said, mucking in and wiping the bed down with me.

I watched on in absolute awe as Gabby meticulously washed each item we were about to use next, she soaped her hands and hand-wanked each dildo until each one was spotlessly clean. She then sprayed each one with the antibacterial spray before running them under the tap, she then turned to me outrageously wanking them again while running a tongue around her lips laughing.

This was the first time I had seen a strapon this close up, it was a rubber belt type thing designed to slide up the legs and tighten around the thighs and waist like pants. Caz was grinning like crazy at my face as I explored the device that would be used on the poor boy in a few minutes or so.

"If your mouth opens any wider, I could pop the dick straight in!"

Both women shrieked with laughter as they finished putting the oils and creams back on the shelves.

"Jonathon is in the waiting room, could you go and bring him back here please Daisy." My friend asked.

The room was full of laughter and noise which dulled as I walked in, there were far more women than men this week which surprised me enormously. Some of the women were in their early twenties and quite nice lookers, why on earth would they need a service like this?

I saw Jonathon and smiling down at him sitting in his chair, I held out my hand.

He reached up and meekly stood taking it in his and followed me through the door and to the massage room.

I thought that I was nervous but his hand was literally shaking in mine, it felt to me that the poor boy was terrified. We stopped just outside room seven for a few seconds and my motherly instincts took over, I tried to reassure him a little by touching his cheek with my fingertips. I found myself talking in a way that I had talked to my kids years ago when they were small and it seemed to work, he smiled and he calmed to the point that he actually knocked on the door himself.

He was instructed by Gabby to undress in the side room and come back when he was ready, he bowed his head a little and walked past her. This time I was noticing so much more, the way he was almost subservient to us women in the room, the way he looked down as he walked. I asked Caz why in a whisper, "he sees us as his dominants." She whispered back.

"His mother is the most dominant woman I have ever met and I think he is like this because of her but also, he enjoys every second of his time here really, I promise you."

"You can join in again or merely watch Daisy." Gabby said, just before he came back into the room.

"Drop the gown."

He let the gown drop from his shoulders to the floor leaving him standing stark naked in front of the three of us, I was expecting him to cover his groin but he kept his hands to his sides and his head dutifully bowed.

"Up boy!" she said, patting the leather tabletop.

He did as she commanded without question lying face down like last time, I felt the tingle between my legs as he reacted immediately to her order.

I was torn, I didn't know whether I pitied him or whether I could wait to see her mount him, my trembles had come back tenfold and just had to find a seat before my legs gave way.

Both Caz and Gabby took up the positions from last week, one at the head, the other at his feet. The more the massage went on, the more I could visibly see him relaxing into their administrations. Caz spent a lot of time on his upper thighs and bum digging her thumbs in deep, it must've hurt but he didn't show it.

"Here Daisy, take over for a second." She said, moving aside.

"I-I..."

"Come here, just copy what I was doing."

I heard him groan as I hopped down off the stool, Caz grinned knowingly.

"He will love six hands on his body." she whispered as I took her place.

Caroline stood at the side of the bed and softly said, "Now Jonathon, you have three gorgeous ladies pampering to every inch of your body, is that ok?"

He groaned his appreciation from the hole his head was wedged in.

I stared at the huge cockhead trapped between his open thighs pointing down directly in my direction, it was leaking an inordinately large amount of precum into a puddle working its way under his strong thighs.

My hands as if on auto slid up and down the backs of his thighs, my fingertips dug into the join where his bum cheeks started and I couldn't help but brush against the hard engorged shaft with my fingertips as I dipped down between them. Every time I touched it I felt my pussy throb, this shit was intense and it was really fucking with my head.

I watched as my friends hand dipped into the valley of his arse, her fingertips slowly slipping up and down over his ring so tenderly. His groans grew stronger the more she did it, my own were growing in intensity too and I found my own hands were gripping him harder.

"Run a nail over the underside of the head." Caz whispered.

He writhed at the touch and a spurt of precum burst from the head at my first touch, this was fucking unreal and so intoxicating and I shivered as I reached out to stroke it again.

His cockhead bulged growing larger in size as my forefinger nail scraped over the underside of the purple gland tickling at the small slit in the top.

"He needs a little loosening now, same as last week ok Daisy?" Gabby said from her end, "lube is up there."

She nodded her head at the shelf on the wall beside us. "the yellow bottle."

I couldn't believe they were letting me do this, I squirted a dollop onto my palm working it up and down the two fingers of my right hand.

"His bottom too." Gabby said.

Caz opened his arse cheeks with both hands giving me access to his star shaped hole, I squirted a dollop about the same size and slowly worked it in to a set of rapid gasps from him.

"Did you use the enema your mother gave you Jonathon?"

"Yes ma-am." He grunted, trying his hardest not to show his embarrassment of what was happening.

I slipped my middle finger inside him and was rewarded by another spurt with an accompanying groan from the far end of the table, he lifted his head and was immediately admonished by Gabriella who pushed it back into the head hole.

"Four slaps please Caroline!"

Caroline moved my hand aside and I groaned squeezing my thighs together as my friend slapped his bare arse hard with her hand four times in quick succession leaving bright red finger marks.

He writhed beneath us and Gabby put her weight onto his shoulders keeping the boy in place. "Finger back in dear." She said, "open him up."

I could feel the heat emanating from his scarlet bottom and I was shocked how it had affected me, I was on the verge of an orgasm and I hadn't even touched myself!

I slipped a second finger in twisting them like she had shown me last week, he was leaking profusely now and Caz told me to use his own precum as a lube. I gathered up what I could and dripped it into his arsehole, god this was so nasty and I loved every second of it as I searched for that prostate gland.

I glanced at Caz, her nose flared and her eyes were fixed on Gabby who was pulling the rubber belt up over her trousers. The big phallus hung heavily sticking out with evil intent from between her legs and I felt very jealous of what he was about to get.

Caroline passed me one of the vibrator dildo's from the shelf, it was about six inches long and about as thick as the two fingers currently in his body. She dripped more lube onto the head working it down the shaft as I slipped my right hand from him as I held the dripping dildo in my left. Transferring it to my more dominant hand, I lined it up and was amazed at just how easily it slid in deep. I found myself groaning as loudly as him as I slid it back and forth before I flicked the switch and it buzzed into life enticing a sob from our victim.

My god this act was so dirty, so fucking sexy it was beyond my words. I had a twenty year old kid at my mercy as I fucked his arse at my pleasure, I fucking loved this!

"OK Jonathon, off the table but keep that inside if you know what is good for you." Gabby said, helping him up.

I went with them, my hand keeping the thing buzzing away inside his arse.

"Bend over the table boy, hold the other side and stick that bottom out." She hissed.

This was obviously affecting her as much as me because her face was flushed and her hand kept touching the base of the dildo attached to her groin. Caroline was already gone, her hand was inside her panties again busily rubbing like mad.

Gabby came alongside me and asked me to move aside, I watched in fascination as she held the rubber dong in her hand lining it up to his dripping wet hole. She pushed just the head inside to the first inch or so before transferring her hands to his hips, Gabby shuffled her feet to get into the optimum position before tightening her grip and pushing in.

The animal grunt from the boy hit my clit like a bomb going off in my panties, his fists gripped hard at the leather making the table groan like him as she slid the phallus fully home.

The look on Gabriella's face was one of pure lust as her nails sunk into the poor boys hips, she shuffled her feet again before she pulled back until the head was resting right at the edge of his hole, she turned to look at me and winked before slamming back in hard.

He yelled as his back arched lifting his chest from the bed, as quick as a flash her hand slapped him between the shoulders forcing him back down.

My cunt exploded and I had to join my friend in frigging myself off as the Puerto Rican woman gripped Jonathon's hair pulling his head back and fucked him hard.

She had one hand gripping his hip holding him where she wanted him, the other was threatening to scalp him as she relentlessly pummelled her cock into him. I had never witnessed anything so depraved in my entire life and could not believe shit like this had been going on under my nose for god know how long. How had Caroline kept this from me for so long? I wanted to do this, no, I NEEDED to have a go at this.

The sounds coming from him were a garbled mix of babbled sounds now, he couldn't form words and he was just holding on for dear life. Gabby was fucking the poor boy harder than I had seen anyone fuck anybody, even in porn and the sweat was starting to drip from her forehead. She pulled his head back as far as it would go while her other hand slapped his arse hard, her cock was a blur as she slammed in and out. My panties were drenched and loud squelching sounds filled the room from various sexual parts being abused.

Jonathon howled and suddenly his whole body shook, his body contorted into an unnatural shape and his fists clenched into tight balls as he ejaculated streams of spunk all over the underside of the bed and onto the floor. We watched as his cock jumped and twitched sending his body into spasms, Gabby slammed into him holding it deep inside as her own body convulsed, she was cumming too.

Her nails sunk into his flesh as she went onto tiptoes, her legs shaking like his as she let his head drop from her grasp. She took a huge intake of breath before holding it in for a few seconds and withdrawing from him, when she was free of him she let the breath go. the phallus swung under her open legs dripping lube and his juices splashing onto the wooden floor mixing with his release, it was then that I realised why the rooms were not carpeted.

Both myself and Caroline still had our hands in our panties even though we had both come off while watching.

"Fuck!" we hissed in unison, "That was fucking awesome," she groaned,

"fucking amazing!" I panted, trying to compose myself.

Jonathon was still draped over the bed, his legs spread with his arsehole red and gaping. Gabby worked herself free of the belt and threw it into the sink, she mopped herself down with a damp cloth grinning at the pair of us sitting on the small sofa both wide-eyed and speechless.

"Well, did you like it?" Gabby said, staring down at me.

"Fucking amazing." I hissed again.

Gabby helped the young man to his feet but he could hardly walk so Caz sprung to her feet to help her friend. Between them they took him into the side room and laid him onto the small single bed in the corner. Caz came out alone and said, "help me clean this shit up, Gabby will see to him for the next half hour or so."

We cleaned the place up and left them alone, this was the aftercare she had talked about previously.

I drove home and wanked off twice in the bath before pickup time. Today showed me just how broken my marriage really was because right now I couldn't care less if I never saw my husband again, I wanted more of what I saw today, no, I wanted exactly what I saw today.

End of part two.