Nighttime Confessions 2: Sunrise Pt. 01

I sort of caught my breath as I headed to lunch. I did not resist sitting with the women of the gang but Judy shooed the men away when they attempted to join us. We took our time ordering as the huge majority of attendees were gulping a bite before boarding buses for the baseball game. As the dining room started to clear out, we ordered our salads. Bloody Mary's suited the others, but not me.

I shared my feelings with DeeDee and Rachel, although not with the vehemence that I had felt with Judy. She was the friend. DeeDee and Rachel were really just recent acquaintances who knew I had committed adultery last night. I knew they had gotten fucked too and started my questions with DeeDee. I asked her how she had gotten into this club/lifestyle when she had been a married woman, at least when it started three years ago.

I would have put DeeDee at about 35 years old. She was about my height but somewhat heavier with what some would describe as voluptuous curves. Her auburn hair was medium length and, at least this week, she wore clothes to emphasis her considerable cleavage. Like all of us, she looked the former athlete but was perhaps closer to turning the corner to middle age spread and droop than the rest of us. Still, she was a very attractive woman with green eyes and a ready, attractive smile. Oh, and did I say she had big tits?

She too took her time thinking through her answer. I got the impression that neither DeeDee nor Judy had ever really thought about this arrangement or attempted before to articulate the reasons for their choices. I suppose that would account for their thoughtless assumption that I would willingly acquiesce in a zipless fuck.

"I am probably also not the best person to ask about my thought process for fooling around," she started. "I was involved in a bad marriage for about three years before we started here. So it was not an anguished moral decision to cheat on a man that I no longer loved."

She went on to describe that her husband was an alcoholic and occasionally a violent drunk to her, and once, to her kids. When he fell off the wagon again after two detox programs, she gave up and began looking for the right time to divorce without harming the two young kids, if that is ever possible. She felt she was already psychologically divorced when Rachel started the ball rolling with Sam that year.

"I wound up in bed with Wayne that Wednesday night three years ago and it felt good," she sighed. "I really knew him pretty well and had enjoyed his friendship and flirtation for two years, so it was not like musical chairs for me. We fucked and talked and fucked and talked, and then fucked and talked again the next morning. I felt a real intimacy with a man for the first time in a long, long time. Wayne also had a troubled marriage and we had a lot to share that night. He made me feel sexy and worthwhile again. He was perfect for what I needed."

I asked her why she continued after she got divorced and could have had her pick, at least of single men at the convention. Again she hesitated before explaining that the second year she was separated but not yet divorced until the following year. She had not been anxious to begin dating again and this became a convenient way to get laid without the hassle of a love affair.

"Some women may not feel this way or be willing to admit it, but I really love sex and missed it the rest of the year," she explained. "I also missed the intimacy and caring. I need more than to just get fucked most of the time. So I will say now to Judy and Rachel that I came here this week knowing this would be the last year for me. If I could have renewed the intimacy with Wayne every year, this would have been perfect. But I feel no emotional attachment with the other men."

Rachel and Judy exchanged glances but said nothing. This crack in the façade of the club was intriguing to me, as was DeeDee's admission that she needed more than "just sex". Maybe I wasn't so crazy or out of step with modern morality after all.

DeeDee went on to announce that actually it was over for her as of that moment. She confessed that she had been reluctantly willing to participate this year in the expectation that she would complete the rotation with Phil, who she heard was a good lover and listener. But there was no way she was going to do Sam again, who for her was the least attractive sex partner.

"As you probably guessed last night, Judy, by my early departure," she explained, "I didn't fuck him and had no intention of sleeping with him. And I'm not going to be with him or anyone else in the group tonight."

Before Judy could react or I could begin my follow-up questions, Rachel interrupted to remind DeeDee that they had to prepare for the basketball workshop they were presenting on Friday morning. As rival girls coaches in a big urban district, they had been persuaded to enlighten their less fortunate brethren on how to build a successful program. I reminded Rachel that I really wanted to hear about the why of her participation in the gang, so she suggested that we all meet at the pool about 3:30 to hash it out. She didn't seem too enthusiastic but realized I think that she needed talk with me in the hopes of keeping things a secret. And I also needed more time to talk to DeeDee.

They left as the waitress brought coffee to the table. We talked a little bit about what had been said. Judy confirmed that DeeDee had apparently left before Phil and I returned to the suite. Sam had come out after I left and had not been happy.

We finished our coffee and Judy invited me to come to the spa with her for a mud bath and a massage. I had never had a massage other than a localized physical therapy and I felt self-conscious about having a stranger rub hands all over my body, even excepting the naughty bits. We had done a seaweed wrap and other pampering stuff on Monday, but not a massage. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept pushing for her treat, saying that she felt responsible for the anguish I had been feeling the past 12 hours. Finally I agreed when she pointed out that it would be a perfect introduction to the nap that I needed after the sleepless night.

After getting my swimsuit from my room, we entered the massage area for the appointment she had set for us. We were greeted by a young Asian woman who escorted us to our massage room. The motif for the spa was Polynesian, so the attendant wore a short sarong with a bikini top. I would have guessed she was of Hawaiian or Japanese heritage, which she confirmed when she introduced herself as Leilani. On closer questioning, she admitted that her real name was Hiroko and her friends called her Roko.

Roko pointed out the alcove with hooks and hangers for our clothes and left us to undress for the massage. I looked around the quiet room and noticed there were two massage beds side by side. Before I could ask Judy about the arrangement, she volunteered that the rate was one-third off for two people, usually an inducement to married couples. She grinned and said she hoped that I didn't mind, but she didn't want to be too extravagant even though it was her treat. She was, after all, a single schoolteacher.

I supposed it didn't matter and began to undress. When I had stripped to my conservative underwear, I turned to Judy with a question on my face. She had her back to me and was naked as she pulled her panties from her feet.

"Are we supposed to wear a bathing suit?" I asked.

She turned to look at me. I couldn't help but admire her petite, athletic, runner's body. I have been in many women's locker rooms but I was more than a little uncomfortable gazing at her body in this private setting. Her breasts were small but rounded with erect pink nipples and small areolas. Her thighs and ass were finely muscled, culminating in a thin strip of blonde pubic hair just above her very visible slit. I did my best to avert my eyes as I reached for the suit.

"Not that bathing suit," she giggled. "I didn't think anybody wore one-piece maillot suits these days; certainly not someone with a body like yours. It will just get soiled with the oil and it will get in the way. Those granny panties won't get it either. I think you can preserve your modesty with the two towels that are provided."

I deduced that she meant going nude. I took my bra and panties off, wrapping myself in a towel as I watched her step into a string thong bikini panty. A "Wicked Weasel" is what Don called them when he had pointed out the web site. He wanted me to get one but I scoffed at the near nudity. Besides, I didn't feel right wearing a two-piece because of my stretch marks after Sarah.

She wrapped a towel around herself and headed to the near table just as Roko returned. She asked about our preference in music and then asked who was first. Judy persuaded me that I should be the first, since I would likely be asleep by the time I was done. I climbed on the table face down as Roko draped the towel over my butt.

The oil was warm and smelled of gardenias, which brought pleasant memories of my honeymoon in Hawaii. Roko started at my shoulders, working my arms out to my fingertips and then moved down my back after finishing my neck. I quickly got over my self-consciousness and had to admit to myself that her hands felt wonderful.

She moved to my waist to continue lower, relaxing my lower back. Her hands occasionally slipped under the towel to massage my upper buttocks, which felt good. She moved to my feet and started up from my toes. As she moved above my knees, gentle pressure on the inside of my thighs encouraged me to spread them. I was so relaxed by then that I could only smile to myself at the thought that she could probably see my pussy very well from that vantage point. But remembering my debate from this morning, I grinned even more to think she probably couldn't see very much because of my "jungle."

I was starting to drift off when she got to the top of my thighs. Her thumbs grazed the tendrils of pubic hair as they reached the top of their stroke. That alerted me to pay attention as she seemed to concentrate at the juncture of my thighs, her wet, strong fingers brushing my abundant bush at each pass. She never touched my labia or my slit, but I began to feel tantalized by her closeness to my center. Was this intentional or part of the massage? Instead of relaxing, I found myself becoming aroused.

Before she finished with my backside, she lifted the towel to my waist and began a vigorous massage of my buttocks. Whatever false modesty I may have clung to, my pussy was now on display from behind. Over and over her warm, oily fingers delved into the crack between my cheeks, occasionally flitting across my anus. This provoked sensations I had never experienced before. My arousal increased and I began to wonder if this was proper technique. I also wondered if my wetness was evident to Roko, and my scent. When I looked over to Judy for some reassurance, she was no help as she seemed to furtively close her eyes while she lay nearly naked on her back. I did notice that her nipples were erect.

I was just about to say something or start openly squirming when Roko asked me to turn over. I sighed at this respite from the tingle in my pussy and rolled over. I grasped the towel over my mound and asked her for a drape for my breasts. I then lay down on my back and was surprised when she started at my feet. The warmth and relaxation returned as she spent several minutes with my feet, which felt heavenly. But then my apprehension returned as she worked her way above my knees.

Her long hard strokes up the inside of my thighs brought back the tingle. Without any prompting from Roko, I spread my legs to give her better access. When the arousal returned, stronger than before, I didn't know what to do. I looked into her eyes to see a twinkling smile as she lifted the towel above my mound. I saw her look down at my wet and engorging labia as she kept circling my pussy with her fingers, never quite touching the labia but pulling and stretching the skin around them. I had to stifle a groan when she actually began massaging my hairy mound, careful not to touch my clit poking out of its hood and begging for attention.

Oh, my! I was in uncharted territory here. I had not touched or been touched by a female since fumbling in the dark with my teammate, Tricia, in college 20 years ago. I really hadn't even thought about it. But her eyes were entreating. I wanted to lift my knees and spread them wide enough to give her access for anything she wanted to do to me. I didn't feel a desire to touch her, but felt almost powerless to stop her from touching me and giving me what portended a powerful orgasm.

I again looked over to Judy, but her eyes were closed. I was on my own. What would Don say? Was this adultery? I couldn't risk the possible post-coital guilty feeling. I was so sore from the anguish leftover from last night that I felt I must reassert control over my promiscuous pussy. I smiled to Roko, letting her know that I was not offended by her offer, but closed my thighs and pulled the towel back down over my leaking pussy. We both sighed as she moved to my head to continue the massage treatment.

Crisis averted, my breathing returned to normal and her soothing hands soon had me drifting toward the nap I so desperately needed. But then she moved to my breasts and began squeezing and massaging. And then caressing. Oh my! Her hands quickly centered on my erect nipples. I know that she took more than professional license when she began pulling and pinching my sensitive nipples. I could only close my eyes and revel in the sensations emanating from my tits to my groin. When had Don stopped worshiping my tits? I drifted onto a high cloud, wondering what I could do to get more of this kind of attention. Surely Don still found my tits exciting, didn't he? Perhaps I had forgotten how to show them off after all these years. They had lost little since the last pregnancy and, if anything, looked better than when we had married.

I knew Roko liked them, as I could see her gentle smile through my slit eyes. I did not miss the grinding her pubis against the back of my hand and I couldn't tell whether the scent of pussy in the air was from me or from her. Probably both. I thought about touching her tits – and her pussy. What was happening to me?

With no overt green light from me, Roko moved to my shoulders and neck. The momentary temptation was gone as my fatigue caught up with me. The last thing I remember was the heavenly warmth emanating from her hands on my neck. I vaguely remember her spreading a hot towel over my nude body when she was done. Whatever else may have been offered that I silently declined, Roko gave an exquisite massage.

I awoke to the sounds of grunting.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Somewhat disoriented, it took me a moment to remember where I was. When I looked in the direction of the sounds, my heart skipped a beat.

Judy lay on her back on the adjoining table with Roko standing near her waist. Judy was naked, her thong on the floor at the end of the table. Roko's top was untied and a pair of thong cotton, white panties were at her feet. But what shocked me were her hands on Judy. One hand appeared to have three fingers buried in Judy's vagina, the other squeezing one of Judy's nipples while Roko suckled the other. Judy had one hand between Roko's thighs, rubbing up and down her inner thigh, wetness gleaming on her fingers.

The grunting came from Judy, louder and louder. Her legs could not keep still and seemed to be shaking like she had the ague. Roko's hand became more and more active as she plunged in and out of Judy's vagina. Judy began to pant like a woman doing Lamaze breathing and lifted her hips off of the table seemingly in an effort to capture more of Roko's hand. With her feet on the table, she began jerking her hips two to three feet off the table as she reached her climax. I could smell Judy's cunt, thick in the air.

"Oh God. Oh God. FUCK!" Judy cried out and then became silent as she slammed her thighs together. She lifted her hips into Roko's hand until only the balls of her feet and her neck were on the table while she shook in her rigid pose.

Shock and Awe, I thought to myself. I had never watched another woman cum but that was spectacular. Suddenly my pussy was wet again. Neither Roko nor Judy had looked in my direction, so they probably thought I was still asleep – as though anyone could have slept through that explosion. I reached down to pet my pussy as Roko did the same for Judy, bringing her down from her release.

After a couple of minutes, Judy opened her eyes and reached to bring Roko's wet hand to her mouth, licking the juice that coated Roko's fingers. She sighed her thanks and pulled Roko to her for a tender kiss, which lasted a while as they worked their tongues with increasing passion. Roko suddenly unfastened her sarong, showing what looked like a delicate black bush peeking beneath a perfect petite butt. Judy turned on her side and stretched both hands between Roko's thighs, where they began caressing in earnest. Roko sighed and leaned over the table to get Judy's lips on her nipples. Roko's tits were smaller than Judy's, barely more than nipples, but her nipples were huge and erect.

I could see Judy lightly biting a nipple when she looked over at me and saw me watching. I blushed at being caught the voyeur. Her eyes sparkled and she released the nipple long enough to grin at me and look to my hand working between my thighs under the towel. Judy then pulled Roko's ass around until it faced me directly, no doubt to give me a direct view of Judy's hands at work.

It did not take Roko long. Judy had three fingers in her cunt, a thumb on her clit, and two wet fingers sliding in and out of her ass. Her ass! Roko arched her back, trailing her long straight hair below her waist, almost obscuring my view of Judy's hands. Her climax was a silent stiffness, after which she collapsed onto Judy's tits.

The silence was deafening. I removed my hand from my wet but unsatisfied pussy and feigned sleep. Roko did not know I had observed both orgasms and I thought it best to leave it at that. I heard her pulling her panties up as she quietly thanked Judy with a kiss. I peeked to see Roko suck Judy's wet fingers into her mouth as Judy slipped a twenty into her hand and then she was gone.

"You can wake up now, Marge," Judy said with a giggle. "Let's go take our mud bath."

"That was special!" I whispered with wide eyes, I suppose thinking someone could hear us through these insulated walls. "Do you do that often?"

"Only when I can," she replied with a smile. "But I must admit, the thought of you watching us after almost giving in to the same temptation made that orgasm blow the top of my head off!"

I didn't know what to say to that. I guess that made me a voyeur AND an exhibitionist. I stood up from the table and began to wrap myself in the no longer warm towel. Judy retrieved her weasel bottoms from the floor at the foot of the bed and turned to me.

"I'm not going to wear these in the mud bath," she explained. "Do you want them?"

"No thanks," I replied. "They wouldn't fit around my ass without cutting off circulation to my pussy." We laughed out loud at my vulgarity.

"I suppose after what we've shared the past 24 hours, we need not be bashful," she chided me. "Let's go get muddy."

We gathered our clothes and went down the hall to one of the mudrooms, as instructed by Roko. Inside were two slate stone tubs, side-by-side, with hooks for clothes along one wall and a sunken two-head shower in the corner opposite the door. The room was open along its side to a delightful Japanese garden shared by several other treatment rooms along a right angle wing of the spa. After dropping our towels, the female attendant instructed us to lie in the tubs while mud was poured in.