Proffesional Growth

Jen spent the rest of the flight sitting with us until she had to prepare for landing. By the time the seatbelt light went on, we had shared a lot about our lives and our contact information. She had high hopes that her husband would be very curious to meet us and hinted that he might like to watch us repeat our airplane adventure. I wasn't against it as a concept, but the devil is in the details. I figured that it would probably never happen. I didn't doubt that Daniel was all for it. He would have to be brain-dead not to be.

We had been energized after our romp, but by the time we de-planed and got to our ride pickup, we were beginning to drag ass a bit. It was almost midnight at home, and it had been a long day. I was in no way prepared for the vivacious ball of fire that met us.

We saw the sign held by a tall man in a black suit with our last name on it. We walked over to him, and a caramel-haired woman out of central casting for cheerleaders who moonlight as Playboy centerfolds stepped in front of him. "You guys must be Daniel and Jane! I'm Brian's wife, Elise!"

She grabbed my hand and grinned at me. "Goodness, you're a tall one! Your boobs are even with my eyes!"

Brian is the CEO of Misco, and that's all I knew about him before we left home. Now, I knew he had a wife--an incredibly sexy wife with absolutely no filter.

Okay, I'll admit I'm tall at six feet, and she was probably the better part of a foot shorter, but jeez, couldn't she figure out a less embarrassing way to point that out? It would have been cringe-worthy enough in private. People surrounded us, and they had heard her clearly by the way some of them were blurting out laughter. Daniel patted me on the shoulder. "She does have a point."

I elbowed him in the gut, and Elise giggled. "You guys are gonna be fun!"

We made our way to the limo before Elise could embarrass me further and were soon on our way to our hotel. Elise sat across from Daniel and me. Daniel stared out the window while Elise poured champagne. She handed the glasses around, tapped her glass against mine, and grinned like she'd stolen something. "You and I are going to have so much fun tomorrow. I'll pick you up at nine. While our guys do their business thing, you and I will have a spa day. We'll meet them for dinner later.

I thought I would spend the day exploring San Diego. Apparently, my plans had already been made for me. I can't say I was very upset about it. I've never had a spa day and had no idea how one could spend an entire day in one.

My idea of a spa day is to alternate between our home's hot tub and swimming pool, with frequent stops for alcohol and snacks. Tanning is included, free of charge. At least this thing should be relaxing, and I would probably get some serious nap time in--hopefully without snoring.

By the time we got to our suite, we were more than ready for bed. I noticed that it was opulent and had a bed in it. I found the bathroom long enough for a quick shower, kissed my husband as I climbed into bed, plopped down, and was out like a light.

I woke to see my husband slipping his suit jacket on. "Good morning, beautiful. I was getting ready to wake you. You have half an hour before you meet Elise, and I have to go."

I groggily sat up. "I love you. What's your schedule look like?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I have no idea at this point."

I shrugged. This wasn't new territory. "Let me know what you can when you can. I guess I'll do the spa thing. I hope you aren't too tired later. I'll probably get some serious nap time today, and I'll need your company later tonight when I can't sleep."

His grin as he leaned in to kiss me started my day off on a perfect note.

I didn't bother with makeup or doing anything elaborate with my hair. I brushed it, pulled it back into a ponytail, put a scrunchy on it, and called it good. I had brought a sexy matching panty and bra set that I knew Daniel would like. I felt sexy and a bit mischievous wearing it under my regular clothes. Khaki shorts, a button-up blouse, ankle socks, and Nikes got me presentable for public viewing. I stuck my phone in my back pocket, my keycard, ID, and credit card in my front pocket, and set out to meet the world.

Elise waved at me cheerily as I walked into the hotel lobby. I was pleased to see she was dressed similarly to myself. She wore shorts, a button-up blouse, and some cute runners. The similarities ended there. Her shorts were shorter and tighter. Her cute little butt-cheeks were peeking out from under her shorts. Her blouse hade one button holding it together between her perky tits, while the tails of the blouse were tied-off right below them. Her flat stomach, complete with be-jeweled belly button was distracting enough, but it was her erect nipples and barely concealed tits that drew my eye.

The woman was smoking hot, knew it, and loved to flaunt it. I admired her fearlessness but knew I would never match it. I really didn't care to. I mean, sure, it would be nice to have an I don't give a shit muscle that strong, but I'm perfectly content as I am. Elise was quickly impressing me as a fun person to be around.

She chattered about this and that while we rode in the limo to the spa. The trip was short, and we were soon ensconced in the lavish waiting area. Elise sat down next to me and put a hand on my thigh. She leaned close and talked to me in a low voice. "I have some things to share with you while we are here, as well as some fun activities. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I ask that you keep an open mind from here on. If you do, we can have a ton of fun."

I looked at her with curiosity. "Would you care to expand on that?"

She grinned and said, "Absolutely!"

I waited, and she turned her attention back to the reception desk while happily humming and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl on a swing. Apparently, absolutely meant not right now.

I nudged her with my elbow. "You're not fooling me, you know. You can't possibly be as dingy as you are acting."

She laughed joyfully. "No, I'm not. I was having a bit of fun with you. I am pretty much as you see me, but I'm not a total ditz. I do have an MBA with a focus on human resources."

Okay, color me impressed. "So, why the act?"

Her face got serious. "I need to know how open and accessible you are. Let's face it: some executive wives aren't much fun to be around. They have a narrow viewpoint and can be pretty judgmental. Misco has a business philosophy that takes into account the contributions executive wives can make. The last thing we need is a controlling fuddy-duddy screwing up what works."

I shook my head in confusion. "While I do offer advice when David asks for it, I have my own career. Plus, there is the fact that neither of us is employed by Misco."

Before she could respond, the receptionist walked over to us and asked, "Ladies, are you ready for a wonderful day?"

Elise jumped to her feet. "You bet, Sweety! Let's get this show on the road!"

We were escorted to a dressing room, where Elise immediately began stripping off her clothes. I looked at her, confused, until she noticed me. "Well? Come on, get naked. We got spa shit to do!"

I shrugged and started stripping. I was greatly relieved when Elise put on a short silk robe. I really didn't want to wander around the place naked all day, although the robe barely covered the essentials. I folded my stuff and turned to get the robe from Elise. She held it against her chest and gave me a long look. "Wow, Lady. You got a hot body on you!"

I'll admit that the flush that suddenly suffused my face was only half from embarrassment. The ten in front of me calling me hot was responsible for the other half. The number of compliments I've received from super-hot chicks increased by one, for a grand total of one.

I wondered if I could get her to sign a certificate or something to commemorate the moment. I could see it in my mind, right up there on the 'I love me' wall at home with the various degrees and award plaques.

Elise was looking at me funny, which made a bit of sense. "Sorry, lost in thought there for a moment."

She tilted her head to the right, still holding the robe in her hand, and looked me in the eyes. "You don't know how hot you are, do you?"

I blushed again or continued the one I had already started; it was hard to tell at the moment. "Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black to me."

Where did that come from? Fucking great! I just spewed some old trope my grandfather used to say.

She blurted out a laugh. "What does that even mean?"

I shrugged. "You know, it's like the pot and the kettle are both black, so...

"Fuck it! It means you're super-hot, and it feels strange for you to tell me I'm hot when you are obviously so much hotter!"

I felt her hand caress my cheek. "You got it backwards, Babe. You are definitely hotter than me. Surely, you hear it all the time."

"Dan says it all the time, but he's married to me, and it's kind of an obligation."

Her laugh was infectious. "I'll bet he does, but it isn't from obligation."

She handed me my robe. "Come on. Let's get started before I do something inappropriate."

My blush deepened as inappropriate thoughts about what defined inappropriate flooded my horny brain. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the hell was going on with me. I was way out of my comfort zone, and instead of running screaming for the hills, I was enjoying the rush. So weird but so much fun!

We did the mud pack thing, which I thought was probably a ridiculously expensive way to get dirty. After showering off the mud, I didn't feel all that different. I was getting used to being naked around the people there, so that was a plus. We relaxed in the hot tub while sipping champagne. There were a lot of jets in that tub. Elise made that clear when she sat next to me with a very mischievous look on her face. She snuggled up against me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders from the side, making it difficult to move away without struggling.

She kissed me on the cheek. "Having a good time so far?"

I nodded and stuttered out, "Yes, uhm, it's nice. Kinda weird with the mud thing, but nice."

She smiled happily. "Good! It gets lots better. Have you noticed all the jets in this tub? Some of them are especially nice."

I didn't have the chance to respond before she pressed the button on the control panel. I felt a bubbling under my ass, then the pulsing water hit my crotch. If she hadn't been holding onto me, I would have probably jumped three feet into the air. I got over the initial shock quickly, but not what followed.

Elise used her body to move me until the look on my face told her she had lined my clit up with the jet. "There we go! Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

I couldn't get my vocal cords to form words. I moaned my way through a head nod, and the little bitch started playing with my nipples! Holy shit! I don't think I've ever been that aroused that fast. Any resistance I may have been forming disappeared. You'll forgive me if I was lost in the moment and didn't see Elise's next move coming.

My eyes were closed, my head was tilted back on the cushion, and my orgasm was rapidly approaching when her mouth captured mine. Her tongue entered my mouth as my orgasm hit, and I loved it. I returned her kiss with passion and absolutely no reservations. I moaned into her mouth as I came my ass off.

It wasn't long before I had to get off that damn jet or go insane. Elise leaned back and let me move. My eyes managed to open, and I rotated my head enough to see her biting her lip and looking like she wanted me for dessert. She was an erotic vision, and I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted from me. I didn't think I was ready for that, but I could return her favor.

I gathered her in my arms and kissed her like she had kissed me. She moaned into my mouth before I got her planted on a jet. She wiggled herself into position while I sucked her wet nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly when I did that, so I kept doing it. She was getting there fast when my mouth captured hers again. She screamed into my mouth as she came hard. Her arms flew around my neck as she bucked her hips. Gradually, our kiss became less heated. I pulled her onto my lap, and we kissed softly until the attendant came for us a few minutes later.

The two of us toweled off and grabbed our robes. Neither of us bothered to put them on as we walked into another room. Let's say the next little bit wasn't nearly as much fun, but when we were done, I had a perfect tuft of pubic hair and silky smooth everything else.

Another lady was shown into our den of torture, and it was quickly evident that she and Elise were close friends. Elise quickly made the introductions, "Jane, this is my great friend, Rose. Rose, this is my new friend Jane."

Rose seemed really nice, but I got distracted by the person yanking hair out of me and left them to their conversation. I rejoined the conversation to find out that we were getting massages next. Rose finished up and left the room. Elise stopped me as I was getting ready to follow. "There's something I want to talk about."

The attendant left, and Elise gave me a long look. "I thought the jet tub was a lot of fun, and I think you did, too. I would like to have some more fun with you, and I mean fun. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Rose is getting ready for her massage, and she would like us to watch."

I'm not naïve. I had a pretty good idea some sexual shenanigans were going to happen, and I would get to watch. I knew Daniel wouldn't mind me watching, and it sounded like a lot of fun to me. "We get to watch her get a massage?"

"Yes, by two very hot guys."

I grinned. "Oh, hell yes! I would love to see that."

Elise took my hand and led me down the hall and into the massage room. There were three massage beds and four masseurs waiting. Mine was a pretty brunette with a soft smile and, I soon discovered, kind hands. Elise had an equally pretty statuesque blonde.

Rose had two, and they weren't pretty. They were two of the hottest men I have ever seen. They were wearing skin-tight briefs and nothing else. Their sculpted bodies were amazing, and their bulges left no doubt in my mind that they were hung. They were mouthwatering examples of male perfection--a dark-haired, blue-eyed embodiment of a hunk and a young black man. Blue eyes was sensually hot, while the black man was more intensely hot.

The masseuses started working our backs, and there wasn't much to see with my head in a padded hole. The next twenty minutes were wonderful. I was as relaxed as I've ever been when she had me roll over.

I had just relaxed on my back when my masseuse did something that raised the table onto casters. She moved mine so that Elise's and my tables were end to end, with our heads in the middle. A slight turn of my head gave me a full view of Rose's bed a few feet away. Our massage continued, but there was a difference. Even though I was getting a typical massage, watching the two men work on Rose was making me wet.

The further along we went, the more intimate the caresses to Rose's body became. Elise quietly did the introductions. "The blue-eyed guy is Scott. His partner is Ben. Both are amazing fucks."

That shocked me. I knew by now that Elise lived life fully and enthusiastically, but I had no idea she lived it with that much enthusiasm. I didn't say anything for a minute or so. My pondering was interrupted by the hot men and what they were doing to Rose.

Scott was working her legs while Ben was working her torso. The tips of Ben's fingers would brush across her breasts as he massaged her upper body. Scott's fingertips would caress her vulva with a feather touch before moving back down her thighs to start again. Each fingertip touch made her twitch and, soon, made her moan.

Watching them arouse her was arousing me to a ridiculous degree. So much so that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. "You've had sex with them?"

Her response was low-volume but enthusiastic. "Yes, each and both, if you know what I mean."

There was no way I was going to leave it at that. "Does Brian know?"

"Oh yes. He wants to know every detail. I'm trying to convince Scott and Ben to do a video with me. I know Brian would love it."

That opened a whole new can of worms, but I had more pressing questions. "So, you've had a threesome with them? What was that like?"

"The best sex I've ever had. They made me cum so many times. Look at how hot they are. Imagine having your hands and mouth on those bodies, those cocks. Then imagine them fucking you so damn good it's unbelievable. The reality would blow your imagination away."

Okay then! I'll admit that I was very aroused at this point. I couldn't wait to tell Dan about my day. I was willing to bet that he would molest me long before I finished my update. I could have used his company at that moment. The thought of Elise and Rose seeing my hot husband fuck me sent a shiver through me. The idea of being watched fucking sent another shiver through me. Talk about your sexual epiphany!

I resolved to get a grip, but it proved to be difficult. My masseuse was doing wonderful things to my thighs, and she had the fingertip thing going. Ben was squeezing Rose's tits and running his thumbs over her nipples. Scott had his head between her spread legs, his fingers caressing her pussy, and his mouth rapidly approaching. When his tongue got going, she moaned loudly. The scene made me so hot that I nearly moaned with her.

Rose reached for Ben's bulge and squeezed him through his tight briefs. He took a moment to peel them off, showing Elise and I a very nice ass. He knew he had an audience and made sure we got a good look at his cock before sticking it in Rose's mouth. He wasn't some monster cock, but about as close to perfectly thick and long as a guy could get. It was a mouthwatering cock, and he knew it. He also knew that I knew it because he gave me a smoldering look as Rose licked his cock.

No, no, no! Leave me out of it. Go on about your business. I'm happy to watch. That look was an invitation if I ever saw one, and I wasn't about to accept. Not that my libido wasn't screaming for me to. I resolved not to make eye contact with Ben or Scott. I didn't want to send the wrong message, or maybe I did and knew I couldn't. Whatever. Dan better have eaten his Wheaties this morning because he's in for a workout when I get my hands on him.

I felt a bump as the wheels on my bed were lowered. Elise's bed was turned around and was soon up against mine. The masseuses locked the beds together in some manner, then, with a pleasant goodbye, left the room. Elise rolled onto her side, facing me, put a hand on my tit, and her lips to my neck.

"Uh, Elise, I don't think we should..."

She nibbled my ear. "Relax, I'm just playing. Like I said before, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Her fingers tweaked my nipple, making me squirm. "That's the problem. I want to do a lot of things, but not behind my husband's back. Sorry."

She leaned over me and smiled sweetly. "I wouldn't want you to hide anything from your husband. Now, let's watch Rose."

After that, she continued to do things to me, but not aggressively. Nevertheless, my arousal kept growing, and for good reason.

We turned our attention back to Rose at the perfect moment to see Scott push her legs back and begin teasing her pussy with a cock that was just as gorgeous as Ben's. I watched him slowly penetrate her as she groaned around the cock in her mouth. Elise kept caressing me and giving me kisses and nibbles, slowly driving me insane.

We watched while the two men took Rose through her paces. She orgasmed hard on Scott's plunging cock. Then, Ben took his place, put her on all fours, and entered her from behind. Scott got onto the table and completed the spit roast. They soon brought her to another orgasm. By the time they finished with her, she had a mouth and a pussy full of cum and a very satisfied look on her face. I was ready to scream with desire. Elise's mouth connected with mine, and we shared a heated kiss. When she leaned back, I looked up at her, and she smiled affectionately. "You and me, girl. It's gonna happen."