The Corruption Of Mrs Garland

I think everything started to change that one Wednesday morning. I was just about to put the kettle on for some tea, when the doorbell rang.

"One moment, please!" I called out, as a ran upstairs to get dressed. I couldn't greet strangers in my nightgown and robe!

A quick peek through the peephole revealed two attractive young women on my doorstep, both of them wearing white lab coats.

"We are from VirtuaSpa, a spa you can enjoy at home. A special someone has gifted you with a free treatment, starting right now! May we come in?"

"Uh, yes I suppose."

This was unusual, but I had no plans for the day, and I felt sure my husband Dennis set this up for me. He had left earlier in the morning for one of his week-long sales trips. He knew I would be at loose ends this week with school being out and all. And I've always liked the idea of a spa, the relaxation part of it, but the idea of disrobing in front of other people always seamed rather improper to me.

The young ladies introduced themselves; Jessica Miller was tall, wore rectangular glasses, and had straight blond hair, while Kelly Wells was shorter, with curly red hair. Both wore baby-blue blouses with white skirts that came to their knees. As they entered, Ms. Harris signaled to a third member of their team, a young man, Keven Reynolds, wearing a matching tee shirt and jeans. We waited by the door, as he fetched some bags from a white van with their logo on it.

As the young ladies and I chatted in the living room, Mr. Reynolds unpacked a laptop and a large, boxy case on the dining room table.

Miss Miller and I sat down in the living room.

"So, Mrs. Garland, I'm sure you are wondering how we are going to provide all the comforts of a spa without leaving your home, yes?"

I nodded.

"It all starts from this device," and with that Mr. Reynolds put what looked like a large motorcycle helmet on the coffee table. "This device, the 'Liberator 2000' can produce an amazing level of relaxation that can last for hours. Kevin is our technician, he'll make sure that it's all charged, programmed and connected, while Kelly and I will handle the more traditional spa treatments. But before we get started, we have some questions, we'd like you to answer."

And with that, Miss Wells, handed me a mug of tea, "This is our special spa blend."

Miss Harris got out a clipboard, put on her glasses, and began to ask me questions. They were pretty basic questions, "What do you do? (pre-school teacher), "How long have you been married?" (three years) all asked in a rather monotone way, and I was starting to zone out a bit when Miss Wells interrupted.

"I think it's time!" she called out, and I'd swear she winked at Miss Miller.

"Are we good, Kevin?"

"We are good to go!"

I let my hair down, and put on "the Liberator". It was lighter than it looked, and had diodes which could project lights and some very effective noise canceling headphones. I lay back in Dennis's recliner and absorbed the show.

The sound was what came on first, and it was a low base, almost inaudible, with someone whispering in a language I could almost understand. There would be shifting tones, going up or down the scale, and with the low whispering voices, it produced an almost tactile effect, it was like an audio massage.

As the sound flowed through the background, the light show began. Little lights floating around in circles and figure eights and spirals, changing color from green to blue to purple, going close up, then far away, trailing little glowy rainbows of light in their wake. And then I began to see people, smiling and floating and as I strained to make sense of the sounds and sights, and I felt like I was sinking, and slowly dissolving.

-"Welcome back, Mrs. Garland, how was your trip?"

I excused myself, as I had to go to the ladies' room most urgently, but when I came back, I answered her question, "It was very strange, but I feel very relaxed, like I had just emerged from a big tub of goo. If I had spent another half hour, I would have become goo myself."

"Excellent. Now if you don't mind, Mrs. Garland, I have just a few more questions."

"Certainly, Miss Miller"

"Oh please, call me Jessica"

"Ok, Jessica, ask away"

"What's your favorite desert?"

"Vanilla ice cream"

"How did you enjoy high school?"

"It was good, I had lots of friends"

"When did your tits come in?"

"My ---?" I knew that was the wrong word, but for the life of me I couldn't think of the right one.

"Your titties, Mrs. G, when did they grow?"

"My..titties? Senior year, I think" That still sounded wrong.

"Tell the truth now."

Suddenly I remembered. I felt I had to tell her everything.

"It was in senior year, I realized I could distract Mr. Jansen, our Math teacher, by putting my hands behind my back and thrusting my chest forward. I'd take off my bra before class so he could see my nipples, and I would pinch them to make sure they were hard. I sat in the back row so only he could see.

"After seeing him stammer and flush, I wondered what else I could get him to do, so I tanked the midterm. Then I stayed late after school and made sad eyes at him, asking if there was anything I could do to make it up to him. I let him feel me up and he slid his hand under my tee shirt and I-" I stopped, I couldn't believe what I was saying. I did not talk that way, but the memory seemed fresh but strange somehow.

"Mrs. Garland?"

"I'm sorry Jessica, I guess I'm still feeling a little woozy."

"How did you show off your tits?

I put my hands behind my back and thrust forward. I had taken off my brassier in the bathroom earlier, as it suddenly felt so uncomfortable. My nipples were quite hard, and frankly, that story had me feeling a bit aroused.

"That's a great rack, Mrs. G!"

"Very nice!" Jessica cried

Even Kevin chimed in, "Very hot!"

I felt proud of my titties. Very Proud. Why did I always have to cover them up? But weren't they supposed to be called something else. I tried to concentrate and remember. There was another word, but I couldn't recall it.

And these young people shouldn't be gawking at my tits, should they?

Kelly brought me another cup of tea, and some sandwiches Jessica had made. It was almost 2 o'clock.

Before we could get started on the next section, Kelly had to take my measurements. For a study, I think she said. She was very methodical, measuring my neck, my arms, my legs, but paying extra attention to my tits. I don't think they've ever been measured so thoroughly.

The last thing we did was a yoga session. Kevin put on some soft, familiar-sounding music. Jessica changed into her yoga tights and led the session, while Kelly helped me keep my form. I'm usually good, but today I was sloppy and unfocused. Kelly would encourage me by whispering thing like, "tighten that sweet ass!" or "look at these boobies wobble!" and give them a little squeeze, when Jessica wasn't looking. By the end, we were giggling like schoolgirls, and Jessica was looking stern.

The spa team left their equipment on the kitchen table, and gave me instructions on how to use it They left me a large supply of that tea, which I found so relaxing, I had some with my dinner, and I fell asleep in front of the tv shortly thereafter.

The next morning, I was woken up by the front doorbell, and I hurried downstairs in my nightclothes, pajama bottoms and a tight half tee-shirt that only barely covered my nipples. I don't know where it came from, it had a lewd logo on it that I didn't recognize.

Jessica, Kelly, and Kevin greeted me like old friends, and Kelly told me how great my tits looked in my shirt, "Because everybody loves underboob, right Kevin?" "You know it!", he called out. He had been hooking up the Liberator to his laptop.

"What do you mean, 'underboob'?" I asked.

Kevin came over, "It's this.." and he slowly traced his fingers along the bottoms of my breasts. I gulped, but I didn't back away. His touch felt electric.

"Whoa there Kev, Mrs. G is a married woman!" Jessica swooped in and handed me my tea.

"Hey, if you have something beautiful, why not share it with the world?" Kevin replied.

"That is true, she is a definite MILF, but we have work to do," Jessica said.

I felt embarrassed, too embarrassed to ask what that meant, but it sounded complimentary.

Jessica began as she did yesterday, asking me a string of basic, boring questions, and writing the answers in her clipboard. finished my tea and began to feel that loopy feeling, when I put on the Liberator. I felt like I was falling, but the soothing music and whispery words I couldn't quite make out told me I was going to be fine.

After a bit (it was impossible to say how long), they took the helmet off me and gave me some tea.

"How was that, Mrs. G? Better than yesterday?" Kelly asked.

"A little better, but I have the strangest craving for melons!"

"Don't we all", Jessica said, "But like last time, we have a few more questions for you.."

"Who was your third grade teacher?" "Mrs. Gambini"

"What was your first pet?" "A doggy called 'Cocoa' "

"When was your first time with a girl?"

"My...what?..I didn't.."

"Tell the truth now"

"Ohhh.. I was on the swim team senior year. We had a late practice at the end of the day, and that meant we'd have to clean up. The coach had to leave us to go do parent-teacher conferences, leaving Kendra, our team captain in charge.

Kendra announced we are going to have a race, and the two losers would have to clean up. The race started, and I was holding my own into the last lap, when I got a terrible cramp in my shoulder. and end up last. "Lara", the girl who just beat me was glowing. She was a terrible swimmer, who's mom pulled strings to get her on the team.. She had had weight issues, and this was her exercise regime. Nobody disliked her, but she knew her place and now that place was above me.

We cleaned the pool, putting the boards and floats back (the learn- to-swim crowd had left a mess), and sprayed down the poolside, before heading for the showers, the rest of the team having been long gone. The showers were still steamy and I couldn't help moaning in pain as I stretched out my shoulder, putting my hands against the wall while the hot water pulsed against my back.

"Can I?" Lara asked, as she began to work the muscles under my shoulder blade. As she worked her way across my back, my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. I leaned back into her, as she massaged along my side towards my titties.

She began tracing the outline of my tits, slowly spiraling towards my nipple.

"Do you want this?" she whispered

"Yessss," I gasped.

She pressed her hot, wet body against me, and worked over my tits, grabbing them roughly, teasing my nipples, I was moaning shamelessly, and I felt like I was on fire when she reached between my spread legs and started strumming my clit hard and fast.

I came in a flash, my knees trembling, my mind reeling, when she said, "Stop!" I registered my shock.

"Now, get on you knees! Eat me out!"

I obeyed without question. I was still feeling aftershocks from cumming so hard, but I had no idea what to do.

Regardless, I licked and sucked, and tried to hit all the spots that I liked, I even reached up to play with her tits, though her hands were already there.

All at once, she cried out and came, and I stood up so we could kiss for the first time. We made out for what felt like forever in the steamy shower room.

"Mrs. G, that's an amazing story!" Kelly said

"Yeah, who knew you could dyke out like that!" Kevin chimed in.

"What!? No..I'm.. that's not..!"

I felt shocked and upset. I was a respectable, church-going lady. Lesbianism was wrong. It was a sin. That memory didn't feel like me but I could see it in my head like a movie. I felt like I was going to cry, when Jessica brought me some tea.

"There you go, Mrs. Garland, we've all experimented a bit in our youth, right? As long as nobody was hurt, it's all good fun, right?" Jessica said, "And Kevin, you are an insensitive twat. Apologize."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. G, but this wild side of yours is very hot, you should let it out to play more. That story gave me a total boner."

"TMI, Kev, Too Much Information" Kelly snapped at him.

To atone for his faux pas, Kevin was dispatched to fetch us pizza, while the girls and I chatted.

"How did your date last night go, Kelly?"

"Oh my god Jess, I'm still walking funny. Brian's cock is huge and he has stamina."

"Does Mike need to worry?"

"HA! no, Brian may be hung like a horse, but he's almost as smart as one. Plus he's one of those guys who knows he's got a huge cock, so you know." Kelly rolled her eyes.

"But Kelly, don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he goes to a school out on the coast, so we have an agreement. We call each other every week and share our adventures. And besides, I'm saving my asshole for him."

"You do have a hot ass!"

"Aww! Thanks, Jessie! Right back at ya!"

I was taken aback by the girls' frank talk, but I guess that's young people today.

The spa treatment today was a facial scrub. Jessica seemed unfamiliar with it and kept going back to read the instructions. She said I had to remain very still, but I could feel my crop-top riding over my nipples. I could see that Kelly and Kevin were checking out my tits, and I flexed my pecs to let the shirt ride up a bit more. I smirked when I saw that Kevin was almost drooling.

The facial scrub needed to be left on for an hour, before being peeled off, so Jessica set a timer on my phone, and the spa team left.

I was awakened the next morning from a deep sleep by my doorbell, I ran downstairs and as I opened the door, the cool morning air reminded me I was topless! I always wore something covering my titties, but I guess I took it off in my sleep.

I didn't want to give the neighbors a show, but the team took their time greeting me, with hugs and kisses, they were just so friendly. And they all had flattering things to say about my tits, so what was the harm?

I started to go back upstairs to get some clothes on, but Kelly stopped me.

"Mrs. G, today is "Beach Day", so we got you a suit to wear."

I looked it and it was scandalous. The top of this "bikini" was two tiny little triangles that I didn't think would even cover my nipples, and the bottom wasn't any better. Everybody liked it, (Kevin especially) but I thought it was too revealing.

Jessica made the tea (extra strong today), asked me a bunch of boring questions, and soon it was time for the Liberator. I think I was getting used to it, because I remember it asking me questions, and saying, "Yes, yes!" and feeling thrilled, though I don't recall why. While the other times, I had felt like I was being dissolved, now I felt like I was being rebuilt.

Soon, Kelly was asking me questions.

"What was your first boyfriend's name?"

"Jason Grant"

"Who is your celebrity crush?" "

"George Clooney"

"When did you give your first blowjob? Tell the truth now."

"It was Mr. Harris, he was tall and handsome, and had a trim beard. He walked me home one night after I had been babysitting for him and his wife, and he was very friendly. We got to my house, and walked to the back entrance (it was late and I didn't want to wake my mom). He told me I had beautiful tits, and he reached out and touched them, rubbing them through my shirt. He pulled down my top and my nipples stiffened in the cool air, as he expertly teased my titties.

It was very sensual. No one had ever touched my tits like that, when suddenly, my hand found his crotch.

"See what you've done," he said. He was hard as a rock, "You know what to do.'

I did know what to do.

I unzipped his fly and dropped to my knees. His cock seemed large and it seemed to glisten in the moonlight. I gave it a little lick before I took it in my mouth. I began sucking on it and trying to lick the shaft with my tongue and working the rest of it, up and down, up and down. Soon enough, I heard him give a little grunt, and then a louder grunt, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, and see if I should continue, only to have him grunt again and spray my face with his cum. He came a lot!

As his cum dripped onto my tits, he said he had to go, and he gave me his handkerchief with even more money in it!

"Mrs. G! You were a whore!" Kelly exclaimed.

"Whore? Now Kelly, how many members of your high school basketball team did you fuck senior year?" Jessie asked.

"Only the starters, one or two of the subs, and the coach but I didn't get paid, Jess. Oh, and the two assistant coaches, at the same time. Does that count double?"

"Sluts are cool," Kevin added, "how does a chick know what she wants if she doesn't, you know, 'sample the menu'? And why not get paid?"

"And our basketball team went undefeated that year, so-"

"Enough of this silliness, it's time to move on, " Jessica said, and she handed me the skimpy little bikini.

I blushed as I noticed that I was still topless, but I changed right there in my living room. Kevin was working in the kitchen with his laptop and the Liberator, and the girls changed into their bikinis in front of me. Kelly, of course, took a moment to jiggle her sizable titties in my face.

We went outside, to my backyard. It's very private, our neighbors couldn't see us if they tried, but it was just some hot girls in bikinis having tea and tanning.

After tea and some snacks, Jessica had me roll over face-down on my lounge chair and began to rub warm oil on my back. Taking a moment to untie my bikini straps, they massaged my back, as my head was swimming in a relaxed daze. I closed my eyes and drifted as Jessie and Kelly worked their way down my back.

Soon I felt a drip of warm oil slide down my crack. The girls began kneading my ass, each grabbing a leg.

They rubbed up my inner thighs, and I moaned as I felt a finger slide into my pussy.

"She is SO wet! Time to flip her over!" Jessie said, and they rolled me onto my back. Somehow my bikini was stuck underneath me, and they began to massage my tits.

"How do you like it so far, Mrs. G? Are you alright?" Kelly asked.

"Mmmhm, don't stop it, feels soooo nice"

The rough hands were teasing my tits, with long, slow motions that had me breathing heavily, and just as I felt like I was building to something when I opened my eyes, and saw it was Kevin with his hands on me. He stood up, and I could see his sweaty, muscular body, along with a large bulge in his tiny swimsuit. Our eyes met as he continued to fondle me.

"Does this feel good?" he leered at me, I'm sure he knew it felt amazing.

"So good". I said, "but my husband.."

"I bet your husband does this to you all the time"

"Yes. Yes he does. All the time," I lied. Dennis would grope me for a few minutes, and it would be time to fuck.

"There's no harm in it, you know. It's not like you're going to run out of titties. Tits are for sharing. "

"Uh..yes... I guess.."

"Say it, Mrs. G"

"Mmm, titties are for sharing."

I was really going to cum at any second, I would have said anything, when he took his hands off me and stepped away.

"We're out of time for today, we're going to clean up in your guest bathroom." Jessie said, "We'll leave you here in the sun."

My disappointment was magnified by the moans and groans I heard coming out of the shower. I would swear there was an orgy going on in there, but I was busy trying to pleasure myself. I didn't care that I was outdoors and naked, I was desperate to cum, having been worked up over the course of these few days. I knew masturbation was a sin and wrong, but at that point I didn't care. I rubbed and rubbed myself until I was nearly sore, but I could not cum.

Soon the sun fell below the trees and I began to feel a chill. Cold and frustrated, I put my tiny bikini back on and went inside. It felt like something was wrong with me, I didn't masturbate often, but I had never failed. I made some dinner, and afterwards made some tea and watched some tv. Before I headed upstairs to bed, I spotted the Liberator on the dining room table. It was blinking green and the message diodes were flashing "RDY/SYN", which was good, I think.