Well, the wife, Jo, was very happy. For the first time in her life, she had won something. It wasn't much, a two-night, midweek stay at a spa hotel in Cumbria. It didn't include any of the treatments but there would be a free bottle of fizz to welcome us.
We arrived mid-afternoon on the Tuesday at the same time as another couple, who it turns out had also won a competition. The room we were given was spectacular, with a huge window looking over the luscious countryside, that let the bright sunlight rush in. The bathroom was luxurious, tastefully tiled with a huge bath and double shower.
The bedroom was massive, with what I described as a two and a half double bed sized bed, big enough for eight people. The mattress was nice and firm, we thought about testing it out but decided to look around the gardens and maybe take a walk to a pub restaurant we had looked up on the internet, it was a mile away. A nice enough walk without going mad.
We opened our room door at the same moment as our neighbours who we had just seen in reception. We gave the usual English smile and nodded rather than strike up a conversation, then set off down the stairs. We went to the left, they the right but halfway around the garden we met again. It seemed they were stalking us.
To me flowers are fine for the first ten minutes, so after that we began walking faster. Finding the winding road that should lead us to the pub. The sun was blasting down so by the time we reached it I was dying for a pint. I went to the bar just as the man we had met walked away with two drinks. I heard my wife laugh; the woman had invited her to sit with them. We began to giggle about meeting so much and soon we began to get along with them as if we had been friends for years.
Tom and Vera, at thirty were twenty years younger than us. She was slim and petite, with thick blonde hair. She looked pretty classy in a pretty summer dress, that was fairly short, showing well-tanned legs. Tom was of medium height, muscular enough to have used a gym but not be a body builder. He looked a lot younger than thirty and was probably a nine on the handsome list.
The girls made fun of us both because we wore shorts and tee-shirts that were almost identical, but it was all good fun. Tom and I chatted about all kinds of of things while the girls giggled and gossiped. We went through the usual, what holidays we'd had, what went wrong or what was the highlight, that kind of thing.
We ordered a meal, drink flowed, before we knew it the pub was closing. The walk home lit by a bright moon took and age. We were all drunk, laughing, joking, making more noise than we should. We stopped for a while so the girls could have a whispered talk with arms around each other. Tom and I stood back and let them get on with it, the alcohol was having an effect. Back at the hotel, after a long goodnight we went to our rooms and fell asleep straight away.
I woke the next morning to the sounds of the shower. I joined Jo who explained we had to hurry as we were meeting our new friends in half an hour. After a big breakfast together, we sat drinking coffee, talking about the night before. Apparently, we had all agreed the £200 the hotel wanted to charge for a basic massage was far too much. It would be a better idea to give the treatment to each other. Tom didn't know what to do so I would show him.
The girls were enthusiastic about this so Tom, and I went along with it. An hour later I opened the door to our room and welcomed our new friends inside. Jo stepped out the bathroom wrapped in a towel covering a bikini as was Vera. They lay on the bed and pulled the towels off. I had assumed I would be working on my wife, but Tom was stood in that position. I looked over to Vera who was grinning.
"You massage Vera so she knows what it should feel like, I can tell Tom if he's doing it wrong." She said as she pulled off her towel.
Vera was laid on the bed before me in a little yellow bikini. She undid her top and slipped it over her arms. Jo copied.
I began the massage, telling Tom the basics as we went along. I like to start on the hands, then the arms, followed by legs, then spend some time on the back, with a good arse fondle at the end. While working on Vera's legs I began to suspect something was going on that Tom and I didn't know about. Jo's bikini bottoms were a bit loose and baggy. When I moved her a little, I could see the side of her pussy, not much but enough to make me look over to Jo. She was watching me closely and gave me a wide smile then lifted up a touch so I could see under her breasts.
She knew what effect this would have on me. My cock twitched but I tried to put it out of my mind. Getting hard when you are giving a friends wife a massage isn't the social thing to do. I'd always thought of a massage as the best opportunity to give a woman a good groping and had tried to think innocent thoughts as my hands roamed over Vera.
Her body was trimmer and firmer than Jo's. Her back was completely tanned I wondered if her tits would be as well. This disturbing thought sent more blood to my cock. I gave it a quick, sly, adjustment and looked over to Tom. He was working on Jo's legs, spending a lot of time at the top. He moved to her back when he saw me looking. Obviously, he was thinking the same.
