The Spa Weekend

My boyfriend bought me a spa weekend for my birthday. I had to wait about six weeks before I could book in but I wasn't bothered about that. While I was waiting, I looked it up on the internet. Not at all what I was expecting. In my mind I had a picture of a new building, sleek modern lines, modern furnishings. It was nothing of the sort. Victorian, ornate both on the outside and the interior. Hard to tell from the images but it looked interesting.

When I arrived it was even more ornate than I had imagined. The reception desk mahogany with ornate curly brass decoration. The woman behind the desk booked me in. I left my bags in reception and she showed me round. It was more like an old style Turkish baths than a modern spa. All of the rooms were fully tiled in Moorish style. She showed me up to my room which was a bit of a surprise, unlike the rest of the place, it was like any other modern boutique hotel. Still, it was comfortable enough.

Dinner of Friday evening was pleasant enough. Scanning round the other tables, women on their own or at most two arriving together, all seated at random at tables seating four. I was sat with a couple of large middle aged women who seemed to be having a great laugh. Their conversation revolving around where they should go on the pull, now that they were away from their husbands. The other diner a smart looking woman a few years older than me. It seemed to be part of the experience. For every meal I was due to be sat with a different set of women. I'm OK with that, I'm fairly out going. Although, not to the extent of the two middle aged women, who seemed to be having a whale of a time, almost entirely away from the spa. They were using it as their Alibi.

On Saturday morning I began exploring the treatments and relaxation rooms. A good time, as Miles had intended. I'm certain he hadn't intended what happened in the middle of the afternoon. I'd had a massage and was relaxing in one of the moderately warm rooma, sat on what was more of a tiled platform than a bench. Warm air circulated through cast iron vents. It had the scent of roses. In the comfortable atmosphere I closed my eyes and might have been dozing off, until the door opened.

A couple of women entered, like me, towels wrapped around them, under their armpits. My age. No, a little older. I smiled and nodded as they approached. With plenty of room, I was a little taken aback when one sat either side of me. The separation between us reduced as the minutes went on. Soon I was wedged tight between them. I probably should have stood up and left. I stayed put. I don't think I'd have been able to leave my perch without placing my hands on one or both of them.

Before I had time to act, they'd each grasped one of my knees and pulled them up and over their respective thighs. Their action dislodged my towel. I attempted to restore my modesty but a gentle tap of the back of my hand by one of them suggested otherwise. I'm a red blooded heterosexual, ready and willing. Just ask Miles. That didn't seem to bother these two. Presumably pleased with what their action had revealed. My breasts and pussy were at their disposal and they took full advantage. Mouths on my nipples, fingers in my pussy and on my clit. I should have cried out, called for help, told them to stop but I kept quiet.

I'm multi orgasmic but it takes a while. Twenty, thirty or even forty minutes to cum first. Once I'm there, I can just keep going. Thankfully, Miles is patient, determined and endowed with a massive amount of perseverance. These two weren't to know any of that.

I'm no exhibitionist. I've never even been topless on holiday. Now, for no reason I could come up with, I was totally exposed, vulnerable, should anyone come in. Whether it was the public location, the unexpected lesbian contact or they were just amazingly talented, I've no idea but I came in a handful of minutes. A pleasant surprise for me and a spur for the two of them. In that blissful moment, I was only partially aware of what was happening to me. I was moving, not under my own impetus but by their hands.

Regaining my senses I was now aware that I was on my back, along the tiled platform we'd been sat on. Their movements were like a coordinated dance. Above my head a small, pert pair of buttocks but my focus was on the smooth shaved pussy which was inching closer to my mouth. As it made contact with my lips, her companion made contact with mine. They had me. I abandoned myself to them.

My first taste of pussy, other than my own. Tentative at first I plied my tongue, as one swirled around between my legs. My orgasms came in rapid succession. Lost in the moment, something I said I'd never do just happened and I was powerless to prevent it. A wet finger on my anus. I resisted at first but weakness won over preservation and I was penetrated. Strange, unnatural, intoxicating. I remember an intense feeling and then nothing.

Coming to, I was laying on the platform, now covered with my towel, my head in the lap of one of the women.

"Aren't you just the cutest." She said.

"What was that, turn the straight girl?"

"Could have fooled me. If you are, what a waste. Just a bit of fun. You just looked so sweet, we couldn't resist. Three is better than two. You didn't seem to mind."

I was a little stumped by that. True. I'd not fought them off. I'd not said anything. The woman I'd given oral to, or should that be the one who rode my face, had cum twice that I could recall. So, did I mind? Probably, that it had happened where it had. So absorbed had I been, I've no idea if anyone had seen us. I was more worried about that, than what had gone on. I sat up, making sure to keep a good hold on my towel. That amused the pair of them. I didn't even know their names. I left to get dressed but arranged to meet them for afternoon tea. No chance of being ravished in the dining room, whilst fully dressed.

This felt odd. These two women had enjoyed my naked body Myself and Miles enjoy my naked body but that is by mutual consent. It wasn't difficult to spot them. They were the only two seated at a table. Dressed and made up, I think they were even older than I'd first thought. I'm twenty six, I'd assumed they were in their early thirties. Now I'd say closer to forty. Nice looking though. You could almost take them for sisters, so similar did they look. Dark hair almost the same shade, brown eyes, similar heights. Only slight differences in their facial features to tell them apart. Even they aren't too dissimilar. They are Susannah, the one who'd been between my legs and Nina, the first woman I'd ever brought to an orgasm.

I sat down and it was as though what had happened earlier was all in my head. Getting to know new friends was the nearest approximation I can come up with. They are regulars here, a couple. They actually met in this very spa and the rest, as they say, is history. A spark became a flame, which erupted into an inferno. They admitted to having made love in a number of the public spaces. However, I was the first person they had initiated into their games. Games they certainly were. Peering through the small window in the door, where they had seduced me, they had played rock paper scissors to decide who got what. Both saw it as a victory, even though Susannah hadn't had an orgasm.

"Her turn later." Nina said.

I assumed she'd get the majority of the action when they went to bed that evening. I wasn't exactly correct about that. Instead of ending up as I had for the previous night's dinner, my place card was on their table. Their repeat visits, mean they know the staff well enough to pull some strings. Just to show that they knew how to behave in public, even if they didn't always follow through with it, the conversation was polite over dinner. The suggestion in the lounge, as we drank our coffee and ate the complimentary mints, was anything but polite. I could have made the same comment in a more genteel way.

"Coming upstairs for more pussy, you're a natural." Is actually what Nina said.

She tossed a coin and made way too much of losing to her partner.

"I haven't even said yes."

"You will, we can tell."

She'd seen right through me. I couldn't see this as a permanent choice for me but as a once in a lifetime experience, it had it's appeal. I've never had a threesome, let alone a lesbian one. When we'd finished our coffee, Susannah ordered three brandies, presumably to relax their prospective victim. I didn't need it but I wasn't going to turn down a free drink. When we'd finished, the three of us, arms linked, walked up the large staircase to their room. Thinking back, earlier today they'd remained wrapped in towels, I'd seen nothing but Nina's pussy and bum. My presumption was that I'd get to see a lot more of both of them.

Their room, on the face of it looked, similar to mine. Clean, tidy, modern and nondescript. The only difference the array of sex toys, laid out where anyone else would have had their makeup, hairdryer and phone charger. Housekeeping must have a laugh about it. I suppose all of the staff must have worked out what they are like by now. Even after one day, I was starting to get the picture. I closed the door, as I'd entered last. The two of them embraced and kissed passionately. I've seen women kissing before but not like this. They'd had sex with me but this was real love, there was no mistaking the affection they have for each other. Their lips remained together but they skilfully began undressing each other, for my benefit I think.

Nothing about what they wore o the underwear beneath, gave any indication of the sort of behaviour they exhibit. Their bodies on the other hand were made for sex. I'd best be described as waif like. Slender but shapely. My breasts barely a handful. My bum may be small but it draws plenty of positive comments. These two are more well rounded and I don't mean chubby but statuesque. They would look magnificent immortalised for eternity in Carrara marble. Although, there wouldn't be any fig leaves, in fact not even a wisp of hair. I can't think Bernini would have got away with carving a hairless vulva.

They seemed totally unconcerned being naked while I, still fully clothed, gawped at the awesome sight. However, their kissing was temporarily paused as they watched me. Nina had been right, as she'd have noticed as soon as I removed my dress. Ready for action matching skimpies, a half cup bra and a pair of tanga briefs which barely covered my tiny patch of pubic hair and have a habit of disappearing into the crack of my bum. That didn't matter now. They've seen what little there is to see, so I removed them without any ceremony.

Stepping forward, I was sandwiched between these two incredible bodies. They lavished affection, like they'd shown each other upon me. I didn't really know what to do but they clearly had no expectations of what I could do for them. I had the impression that Nina would have cum, whoever's face she'd been sitting on. It only increased my admiration for Miles. Boobs, bums, bellies all moving together felt sensual. Hard nipples grazed my back and breasts. My bum was against Nina's groin, while Susannah's ground into mine. I thought they'd just bundle me onto the bed and there would be a reprise of earlier. That was quick and fevered, probably to minimise the chances of being caught. Now in private there was no such hurry. I couldn't help a little exploration with my hands. My left behind me sought Nina's bum. With more flexibility my right ran down Susannah's back and my middle finger stoked the top of the crease between her buttocks. I'd never really thought about it before but women's skin is so much softer and smoother than men's.

I was tempted, oh so tempted to bend slightly and attack Susannah's nipples. Her breasts, slightly larger than her partners, where Nina's are nicely rounded, the only word I have to describe Susannah's is jutting. Their pointed nature perfectly matched by long and pointed nipples. It was hard to stop myself. Similarly, the desire to explore different pussies was almost overwhelming. My heart was pounding, my face hot and flushed.

The body contact was lovely but I'd reached the point where I didn't just want more, I needed it. Nina almost breathed in my ear, presumably to prevent Susannah hearing. Although, she'd certainly have seen my eyes widen and eyebrows raise at he suggestion. With her arms over my shoulders Nina pushed Susannah back onto the bed. She fell almost theatrically.

Baring my teeth, I sank them into the nipples I'd admires so much. It felt wrong. I'd have cried out in pain, Susannah just let out a pleasurable sigh. I'll admit to not being the most proactive sex partner. Although, I'm not a mattress queen either. I'm definitely not sadistic but I'm eager to please when I can. I bit my way down her body. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to bite what I was now confronted with but I did my best to be rough. It explained in part why she hadn't cum earlier. As I ground my face hard into her pussy, Nina was, from what I could hear, slapping her. When she came, she came hard. She pushed me away.

"You did great but she's one and done. Tastes good doesn't she?" Nina said.

"I don't taste good. I'm delicious and you're sneaky. You could have let her find out for herself."

"She'd have got lockjaw, the time it takes you to cum being gentle."

"I'm the same." I added.

"Could have fooled us." Susannah said.

"My quickest ever."

My attention was suddenly drawn to Susannah who was at their toy collection, climbing into a harness. My first reaction.

"Hold on. No."

"Relax. It's for sneaky Nina."

Bloody good job. Attached to her harness two projections clearly designed for one purpose. Susannah indicated for me to move up the bed. Nina knelt between my legs, the implication that she'd do what Susannah had earlier in the day. I watched on as Susannah seemed to take great delight, in being as rough, when double penetrating her partner, as I'd been biting her. What an odd couple. They looked like respectable women with great figures. They acted like characters in some weird porn movie. I'm certain they'd talked about me, because just before she came, Nina poked a finger into my bum, just as Susannah had, with the same result. Although I felt used, dirty and guilty, the physical feeling blew those feelings away, like they'd been sucked up by a tornado. Something along those lines would have described Nina's orgasm. When she'd recovered a bit she raised her head.

"Tight tushy."

"Because nothing's been in there except you two."

"Plenty more fun to be had then."

"How about NO!"

"Your body said yes."

Whether Susannah was on my side or not, just to emphasise things, she gave a big hard thrust with the strapon. It brought a pained expression to Nina's face.

"OK. I get the point."

"Two." I said.

That brought about fits of giggles. The three of us dozed, with me between the two of them, Susannah cuddling up particularly close. The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by Nina.

"Look at the time. Quick shower and we'll just about make the last sitting for dinner."

We took turns in the shower and dressed as we had been for afternoon tea, we made it just in time. They invited me back for the night but I thought it best not to become too close. They are the couple. We arranged to meet for a sauna on Sunday at 10. My thoughts that night were about what I'd done or had done to me.. They'd forced themselves on me but I'd not stopped them. More than that, I'd then gone back for more and I'd loved it. My thoughts kept being drawn back to Miles. He'd paid for me to be here. What, if anything, was I going to tell him? My initial reaction, nothing. I slept well. No sign of the others at breakfast. Been and gone or not bothering with it?

Approaching 10 and dressed in the towelling robe provided, with my towel beneath, I headed for the sauna. Nina and Susannah were already there. They were sat on their towels, naked. They smiled and tapped the wooden slats. They'd left a space between them. Should I? Shouldn't I? I did. I laid down my towel and sat on it. Within seconds in that heat, sweat began trickling down my body. No more than five minutes went by before an old lady walked in. I tried to cover up with my hands and arms. Nina and Susannah sat there impassively.

"All ladies together." She said flinging her towel into a corner and taking a seat.

"Hi Margo." Nina said.

"Found a new plaything? I suppose that means I'll have to book Heather for this afternoon."

I must have looked nervous as well as confused.

"I've tried my luck with these two countless times. Too old and wrinkly. Whereas you barely look old enough to be out on your own. If you're at a loose end, tip Heather enough and she'll massage anything you want. She'd probably do you for free."

I didn't mean to but I snorted.

"Old birds can prefer women too. You just don't get as much choice." She added.

We sat and exchanged a few words. Not easy in the heat. I was trying not be be the first to leave. I think the others were the same. It was Susannah who cracked first taking her towel, she dashed from the door and jumped into the cold plunge pool. The three of us were only seconds behind. The change in temperature took my breath away. The same for the others. I couldn't bear the cold as well as I had the heat. I was up and on the ladder, seconds after I got in.

"Thanks dear. You just made this old dyke very happy."

Stood below me, waiting her turn to climb out was Margo. Her head was tilted backwards, she was looking right up between my legs.

"Want that pretty little ring tongued, I'm your woman." She said.

"Margo! leave the poor girl alone. She's prefers dick. We just commandeered her for the weekend." Susannah said.

"What a waste. She deserves a real woman.... An older woman."

I grabbed my towel and be began to get dry. The others did the same, not long afterwards. Swathed in our robes, Margo said,

"Off to trim the muff. Heather doesn't like hairy cunt."

After she'd gone, we went into one of the small lounges and ordered some tea.

"Never guess she is a Marchioness would you?" Nina said.

"Hey."

"Next one down from a Duchess. She's notorious. Rumoured to have had some of the highest ranking women in the country. No idea if any of that's true. Wouldn't put it past her."

I thought I'd better actually have some treatments in the afternoon, something to tell Miles. Although, I avoided Heather. A pedicure, manicure and one of those things where they lay warm stones on you.

I didn't see the others until dinner. Worrying. I was waved over to sit with Nina and Susannah as before. Also sat at the table was Margo. In the centre of the table a couple of ice buckets with bottles of champagne. What the hell had they got planned for tonight. Hopefully not much, I had an early start in the morning. As I sat, a waitress arrived to open one of the bottles. Addressing Margo, she held the bottle over her glass.

"Your Ladyship?"

"Please and it just Margo."

With our glasses filled, she left us to contemplate the menu. Margo raised her glass.

"To sweet tasting pussy."

We raised our glasses towards her. I only managed to take a sip when my giggles had subsided. The others seemed to be at home with it all.

"Did Heather let her fingers do the walking?" Nina asked.

"Sure did. Three times, while I was thinking a certain little botty." She said looking at me.

"To little botties." Susannah said raising her glass.

At this rate I'd be drunk before the first course arrived. Maybe that was the plan. Dinner passed off without too much incident and the conversation was anything but sexual. A bit of a relief. They might all find it easy to deal with, It was more difficult for me. Certainly in light of my recent initiation into a new world. The champagne continued to flow, the two bottles drunk, a third was brought. By the time we'd finished dessert and coffee, I could barely do anything but giggle.

It was time for bed, the four of us ascended the stairs, I had to be steadied several times. The next thing I remember was being in bed. I picked up my watch, it was 4am. It was only then that I realised that I wasn't alone. I turned over to find Margo, looking into my eyes.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepy head."

"Did we. Or did you?"

"I might be many things but I wouldn't take advantage. I would but only when you are conscious. Not used to the champers are we?"

I shook my head.

"Not used to situations like these either, if Nina and Susannah are to be believed."

"I have a boyfriend. He paid for this trip."

"Is he getting his money's worth?"

My eyes must have indicated a smile. She moved closer and kissed my lips. As she did one of her hands slid down my back and stroked my buttock. Being with Nina and Susannah had been a shock. They looked amazing. Now I was in bed with a woman who must be approaching seventy. There was virtually nothing to her. Not much more than five feet tall, short but neatly cut grey hair, smokey blue eyes. She's flat chested and slightly wrinkly, from what I'd seen in the sauna. What she lacked in looks she more than made up for with personality and technique. It was like being in bed with a nymphomaniac octopus.

If what I'd experienced with Nina and Susannah had been great, despite my reservations, being with Margo was nothing short of extraordinary. She'd barely done anything to me, other than running her fingers over my skin, before I was on edge. How the hell did she do that. She hadn't even touched my breasts or pussy, yet I was close to cumming. Every time she got me to the precipice she eased off. I've never felt anything like it with anyone.

It only got more intense as she delved beneath the covers. Her oral control was just as precise as her dexterous fingers had been. Up and down my arousal went. All the time just on the verge of an orgasm. She was playing the long game, not just for me but for herself. I totally abandoned myself to her. Something she'd mentioned earlier in the day was the trigger. Lifting my legs slightly her tongue made contact with my anus. She licked, probed and finally pushed the tip inside. The faintest brush of my clit with a finger tip and I thought I was having a heart attack. Never in my entire life have I cum like that. It was like my whole body was immersed in warm fluid that washed over me in waves. It was heightened by the fact that I could hear Margo cumming too. How? One hand was holding my leg, the other had been on my pussy.

Slowly she eased herself up my body. She weighed virtually nothing. I lay there wide eyed trying to work out what had just happened. Her face was just above mine.

"Probably won't want a kiss now." She said.

I took her cheeks softly in my hands and pulled her mouth down to mine. It might sound dirty, disgusting but she deserved the reward. Breaking contact she said,

"You really do have the cutest arse. Hope you don't mind me dragging you away from your new friends."

"Are you kidding. How?"

"Decades of sex with some of the highest ranking lesbians in the country. You'd be surprised at how many marriages of convenience there are. Mine included. He probably likes cock more than you do."

I started to laugh.

"Probably true now. No women, then three in one weekend."

"Not too bad, is it?"

She was right. It was good, great, as a sexual adventure. I just couldn't see it as a permanent arrangement. How could I. Having your cake and eating it was just too difficult to contemplate on a regular basis.

Margo slept. It was close to six. I had to dress and go. I'd just make it to work on time, if I left now. I packed and went to checkout.

"Lady Margo is still in my room." I told the woman behind the desk.

She didn't betray any emotions. I suppose that it must have happened plenty of times before, with any number of women. I was handed an envelope. Inside a note from Nina and Susannah. Their address, phone and email details. I smirked and stuffed it into my pocket. The taxi I'd booked was ready to take me to the station.

On the train back, I got out my phone and looked up Lady Margo. It was true, she is a Marchioness. There were plenty of suggestions about the private lives of her and her husband the Marquess. Nothing stated outright but enough hints to paint a picture. A tale to tell in years to come but for now, I'm not even going to tell anyone.