"Come on, Pheebs, it's only one day!" Mike said.
"Yeah! One day! With your mother! And her snooty, snobby...snotty friends!"
"Please, she invited you!"
"Yeah! To her snooty, snobby...snotty country club!"
"I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"Even that thing you never want to do?"
"Even that."
"Deal!"
It was the day Phoebe was joining Mike's mom, Mitzi, at her country club for a day in the spa.
Phoebe felt very uncomfortable being surrounded by so many wealthy women, but it was important to Mike, and he promised he'd do that thing he wouldn't do, and Phoebe *definitely* wanted to do it to him.
"Hello, Mrs. Hannigan!"
"Hello, Phoebe, you found it ok, then?"
"Yep, but they made me park my cab in the back."
"Are you ready for a spa day? I have all planned out--massages, facials, lunch, a steam, the whole works, consider it a wedding gift!"
"Sounds, top drawer," she said in a fake wealthy accent, "Sorry."
After a nice breakfast together, they headed off to start the day.
"Oh, Phoebe, you go along without me, I have club business to conduct, but I will see you at lunch."
(But between us girls, Mitzi's "Club business" was having sex with two women from her yoga class.)
"Lori, here, will make sure you get to your appointments."
Phoebe salivated at her guide for the day, tall, flaming red hair, great breasts, and an ass that didn't quit.
"Hi," Phoebe said shyly, turning her head away.
"It will be my pleasure, Miss Phoebe."
Lori led Phoebe to the locker room.
"Here is your locker, over there are the robes, you are due for a massage in 10 minutes, and please, enjoy the champagne."
"Thank you."
Phoebe, never shy about nudity, undressed at her locker, revealing her beautiful body to all the wealthy, older women, and walked through the locker room to get a robe.
Her breasts bouncing, nipples at full attention, a tightly shaved pussy, and a perfect ass caused a stir among the older, snobby women guests, and made their pussies stir.
Wet from Phoebe's display, Lori ushered Phoebe to the massage treatment room, dreaming of her nakedness.
Phoebe was paired with Darla, one of Mitzi's friends, in a two-table massage room.
"Good morning," the woman masseuse said, "You have the option of clothing or no clothing for your massage."
"Is there a choice...naked!" she said, disrobing and lying on the table.
"You're funny," Darla said, in a demure way, who chose to be naked as well.
Phoebe's eyes almost popped out of her head.
She was gorgeous. Long, straight blonde hair that matched her pussy. Great breasts, fake or not, and her ass was spectacular.
She lingered on the table, making sure Phoebe got a shot of her pussy.
Phoebe mouthed, "Wow!"
"So, you're married to Mike?"
"Yes, that's my husband, Mike."
"Happy?"
"Oh god, yes. He's kind, considerate, talented, an absolute sailor in bed!"
"Oh, my."
"Yeah, he promised if I spent a couple of hours with his mom, he'd do some filthy stuff."
"How is the pressure, miss?"
"Uh, so good, I'm getting a little turned on."
"Glad you like it."
"How do you know, Mitzi?"
"She and my mother were sorority sisters in college."
"I have a friend who fucked her sorority sister."
"Not sure if my mother slept with Mitzi, but they are close."
The women turned over to continue the treatment.
Phoebe's nipples dented the sheet covering her naked body.
Looking over at Darla lying on her back, it was clear her dirty talk was affecting her nipples.
Phoebe inched the sheet down, exposing the nipple closest to Darla.
Phoebe felt two hands on her upper inner thigh and let out a groan.
"God, that's the spot."
"I must say, and I hope I'm not too forward, you have a great body."
Darla looked over at Phoebe to answer, but Phoebe's nipple caught her off guard.
"I'm, uh, flattered, you have a sexy body, too."
"Sexy, I like that...uhhhhhhh, yes a little higher, a little higher, there, there, there."
Phoebe was enjoying the masseuse's fingers brushing against her pussy lips making it wet.
"I'm enjoying this, are you? My girl here has some magic fingers that I wouldn't mind working on me after hours."
She didn't show it, but Phoebe's sexy talk turned Darla, and her pussy throbbing and wet.
"Yes, I love a massage."
Secretly, Darla had cum twice, and wanting nothing other than to fuck Phoebe.
"Annnnnnnndddd, we're done," the masseuses announced.
Waiting until they left, Phoebe sat up and let her covering fall, showing off her big breasts, and hard nipples.
"You like, no?" she teased, showing off her tits.
Darla scooted off the table. Her naked body made Phoebe's cunt flood.
She walked over to Phoebe, grazed her breasts, took her hand, raised Phoebe's chin, and kissed her with full, luscious lips.
The feeling of Darla's breasts and hard nipples against her's made her pussy flood.
"Oh, god," Phoebe moaned.
"Now, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I would like you to eat my pussy..."
"Mother may I."
Phoebe sat her down on the table, knelt, opened her legs, and pressed her mouth against her beautiful pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, my," she purred.
Phoebe slowly, seductively, artfully, licked her pussy. She used her flattened tongue to lick her lips and clit.
Darla gripped her tits and played with her nipples as Phoebe tongued her pussy.
"You're gonna make me cum..."
"I know..."
Releasing her mouth from Darl's pussy, Phoebe stood up, reached her lips, and stuck her cum soaked into her mouth.
With their tongues dancing in each other's mouths, the two women rubbed each other's pussies with one hand and groped their tits with the other.
"Oh god, oh god, yes, oh god." Darla moaned.
"Fuck yes, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck, you're so wet, so wet, so wet, uhhhhhh!" Phoebe screamed.
"Please, stick your fingers inside of me," Phoebe begged.
As Darla finger-fucked Phoebe, their pussies erupted, drenching their fingers with cum.
Weak-kneed, Phoebe collapsed into Darla's arms and they softly kissed.