Chapter Three -- Spa Swingers
Marianne Graves had spent a decadent afternoon at the Club. She'd done all the decadent things she'd been missing the past few weeks she'd been in training and was feeling relaxed, yet alive and sated, at least for now. She'd made a commitment to train, so once she was done her afternoon of indulgence, she got her butt home, changed into her running gear and headed back out again. Her spandex leggings hugged her ass and legs and she got more than her share of admiring glances as she ran hard.
Marianne was nearing the end of her 5-mile run. She was tired and she ached, but a self-satisfied grin was on her fast. A month ago, she would have been exhausted and every muscle screaming. Six months ago, she could barely run six blocks. She'd come a long way and took great pride in her accomplishments.
A few blocks later, she was done, but she ran a bit further, to cool down and let her body calm down. She removed her headband and shook her long, blonde hair loose.
I'm darn proud of myself
, Marianne thought,
before my divorce, I wouldn't have even considered doing something like this
! She'd let herself become a bit too idle over the last few years, Marianne realized it one afternoon, and that was that! She joined a gym and began to get her shape back.
Next month, I'm running a marathon. Well, Good for me
! Marianne praised herself.
She had easily restored her figure to the stunning 34-21-32 form she'd had 10 years ago, before marrying Rick -- and her legs, were once again sleek and shapely. She sizzled a bit when she thought of Rick -- she had been a faithful, happy, wildcat partner. Anything Rick wanted, she was up for. Their sex life had been great for quite a number of years, Marianne had made sure of that. The Club had been Rick's idea and she'd had no objections. To find out Rick was screwing anything in a skirt had infuriated her. She likely wouldn't have minded him having a little fling if he had
asked
- hell, she might have asked to
join
them or found herself another cute girl to fuck -- but he'd been such a fucking
sneak
about it. A lot of members of the Club found out about his indiscretions and what a heel he'd been -- and voted to revoke his membership. Marianne was allowed to stay, some members taking time out to specifically
ask
her to stay.
Marianne had not let herself get
too
out of shape, so it hadn't taken her long to get back into shape. There were more than a few members at the Gym who made passes at her, and not all of them were male. Being a modern woman and very open-minded, Marianne happily flirted back. Some of her admirers were younger, which was certainly flattering, although Marianne knew there weren't too many 35-year olds who looked as good as her. In a miniskirt and heels, she was once again turning heads and her social life was happily active. She wouldn't have considered herself a "Cougar", as was the current terminology, she dated
and
fucked whoever turned her head.
She had overdone it a bit today -- at the Gym and the Club -- Marianne's body was telling her that. Every inch of her felt achy and tired. One of her new friends at the Gym had told her about a Spa who did great massage and were very reasonable.
What the hell, it's Rick's money
, she chuckled and called for an appointment. A lovely voice answered her call and the girl told Marianne they could take her at 4, which gave Marianne a chance to dash home, shower and change her clothes.
Sometime later, Marianne walked into the Spa, wearing a pale yellow blouse and snug denim mini with high heels. Even at the Spa, she turned a few heads and that brought a tiny smile to her lips.
It's been a while since I've had a good workout in the bedroom
, Marianne thought,
once this is over, maybe I should check out some of these sexy Spa people. Failing that, maybe I should check my book and call someone. I could use a little fucking
, she chuckled inwardly.
Marianne was pleased with their efficiency and found she didn't wait long -- a pretty blonde came over and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Tracey -- my husband Frank and I own the Spa. We'll be working on you today." The woman radiated warmth and Marianne took to her immediately.
"Both of you?"
Tracey nodded, flashing a dazzling row of perfect white teeth. "Our massages are
very
special, we don't just get rid of the knots, we make sure to relax you and pamper you. When we're done, you'll feel like a million dollars." Tracey gave Marianne a good, long look and commented "Wow -- you have great legs, all long and sexy and sleek. I bet you run or work out?"
Marianne smiled. "Yes, after my divorce, I re-committed to getting myself in great shape. As a matter of fact, I'm running a Marathon next month. I overdid it a bit today though, so that's why I'm here."
Tracey escorted her to the room in which Marianne was to get her treatment. "Wow, I wish my legs were that nice. Your -- boyfriend? -- girlfriend? -- lovers -- must go nuts over them." Marianne took an discreet, but admiring, glance at Tracey and saw nothing wrong with her legs, but she enjoyed the compliment.
Marianne chuckled. "As I said, I'm divorced, no special partner nowadays -- I am enjoying being single again. Tracey, you have great legs yourself. And I wish I had a tush like yours." Marianne blushed when she realized what she'd just said to the short-cropped, cute blonde, but Tracey laughed it off.
"Yep, I do have a nice butt, don't I? Anyway, here's Frank -- he'll explain what we're going to do."
Tracey's husband gave Marianna a very strong handshake as he greeted her. Frank looked very athletic, it turned out he was an ex-Football player. Frank explained that they'd get all the knots out of Marianne, then cover her with special oils that would sink into her body, relieving pain and tension. They took her into one of their massage rooms and showed her where she could undress. Tracey gave her a large towel which Marianne used to cover herself and lay down on the table.
Tracey started at the top and
ouch
! -- there certainly were a lot of knots and kinks to be worked out, more than Marianne would have expected. Once Tracey got past the initial stages, Marianne's pain began to diminish. Frank was on the bottom, working hard and massaging the soles of her feet and up her legs and calves. She was nowhere near as tense as when she walked in and felt her pains wafting away slowly.
"I think she's ready for Stage Two, honey" Tracey said to Frank, who agreed with her. The oils smelled wonderful to Marianne and within minutes, she was beginning to feel absolutely wonderful. Her aches were gone, she was relaxing and drifting, very aware how good everything felt -- she was almost aroused and as the couple massaged her, she sighed a few times and then, without being aware of it, she moaned.
