Chapter 30: Our Honeymoon in Bora Bora, Part 3

Today was our spa day, and I know now why women will do anything for a decent spa day. We both had two topless women who undressed us, leaving our bottoms on, and pushed us into tubs filled with hot water, facing each other. Each pair of women scrub us from the top of our heads to the calluses on the bottom of our feet before dunking us to rinse off the soap.

After the scrubbing was complete, they walked us over to a small 8-foot-deep pool, guided us to the edge, then pushed us in. The water was freezing, and I pushed off as hard as possible when my feet hit bottom. Half my body came out of the water, and in one continuous motion, I grabbed the edge of the pool and pulled myself out. Liz came up sputtering and choking, and I leaned over to help her exit the water.

The women dried us off with towels and showed us to a sauna, where we sat facing each other. We were met by another topless woman who poured water on hot stones to make steam. When I thought I might pass out from the heat, our aides guided us toward the pool again. We realized too late that they intended to dump us into the cold water again. Before returning to the sauna, we sat on a bench, resting, sipping the fruit drink they gave us.

We survived three more sets consisting of ten minutes in the sauna, a drop into ice water, and ten minutes resting outside sipping water. After the last sauna was complete, we tried to avoid jumping in the cold water again, but they insisted, so we jumped in next to the ladder and climbed out just as quickly.

After drying us off, they led us to two chairs, where we received a manicure and pedicure. Another woman shampooed our hair, wrapped towels around our heads, and began spreading this blue goop on our faces before placing a cucumber slice over our eyes.

Speaking without moving my lips, I asked my wife, “Liz, honey, are all spa days like this?”

“Yes, Marty, and now you know why they are worth every penny when I take a day off back home.”

“Okay, but why haven’t you ever invited me before?”

“Because I go with other girls, and we gossip, tell lies about our love life, and when I get home, I always jump your bones.”

“Speaking of gossip and love life, what were you and Milani doing on the deck last night before I fell asleep?”

“Martin! We’ll discuss that later back at the villa.”

“Why did you sleep in the other bed, and who made that dent in the mattress next to you?”

“Martin. Too many ears in here, I said later.”

Okay. I know when to back down.

Looking fabulous in a mirror, we were led into a room and seated in thickly padded vibrating recliners by our familiar duos of topless helpers. One of my aides fed me pieces of fruit, raw tuna, and bread; the other was holding a pineapple with the top cut off, from which we sipped a delightful fruit blend drink on ice through straws.

With stomachs full and eyelids heavy with sleep, they laid us face down on massage tables behind the chairs, with our faces through an opening on the table, and the girls placed hot towels on our backs. The heat in them took away some of the tightness in my back.

“Oh, Liz, baby, that feels so good. Will you treat me like this at home?”

“Even better.”

The massage started when I was rolled over onto my back, with one girl massaging my scalp and forehead and the other kneading the soles of my feet with her knuckles. With my eyes closed, I relaxed and listened to the noises Liz was making, and let my senses absorb the delightful feelings I was receiving. Working their hands toward the center of my body, they met at my waist and danced in a circle. Next, we were rolled back over, and our backs, arms, and legs received the same relaxing treatment before we took warm relaxing showers together. The last stop was a cut and new hairstyle for me and a trim for Liz. She must have told them what she wanted to be done earlier, but I was pleased with my new look.

Milani met us in the lobby and escorted us back to our love shack, and Liz spoke to her as we entered our abode, “Milani, we have room service coming in an hour, and I’ve decided we’re staying in, so why don’t you take off early?”

As Liz escorted her through the doorway, I took a couple of steps toward the door and observed them embrace and kiss, but it wasn’t the kiss you gave your grandmother.

We stripped and played in the lagoon until dinner came. While we ate, I asked, “So was Milani better in bed or on a towel at a sandy beach?”

Liz smiled, “The bed was much more comfortable. It’s a pity her mother is insistent on keeping her pure; I believe you would enjoy her charms.” She then gave me details of her tryst with Milani, which had me standing at attention.

Before I could initiate anything between us, Liz decided she wanted to go dancing, so I refreshed my usual beach bum attire. Liz wore a tight, black, strapless pullover that stopped halfway down her thighs and left nothing hidden from anyone’s imagination. She wore her black 5-inch wedges, and at least she also wore a thong.

She was a wild woman who danced with every man who politely asked, and she didn’t forget me; one dance with me and one with whomever. After the first three oafs with poor manners or roaming hands had their faces slapped silly, the message was received and understood by everyone else, and she danced until closing at 2 AM.

I believe I gave up and crashed into a chair thirty minutes earlier. Supporting each other, we walked back to our villa, where we stripped, swam in the lagoon, and sat in the hot tub until the sun came up. We crawled into bed, slept through breakfast, and didn’t wake up until 12:30. Milani woke us up for lunch, and when she took the lunch cart back to the resort kitchen, I decided this was the perfect time to open the special gift Liz promised me I could have.

I laid her on her back and tenderly kissed her, starting with her bright red lips, down to both stiff nipples and areola, to her navel, and then down to little Marty’s cave. After spending a few minutes between her pink pussy lips, I reversed course and returned to the lips on her face again, then I repeated the cycle three times, increasing the intensity of every circuit and the time I spent on each one. When I completed the last cycle, she was screaming and pulling my hair and blubbering words I didn’t understand, and I made little Marty very happy when I let him slide balls deep into the woman who replaced Rosie Palmer in my love life.

Liz groaned and had her first climax, and I now was fucking her, lifting her legs over her head with my arms, and I could feel the head of my dick just grazing against her cervix. I let go of her legs to change the angle of penetration, and I must’ve made the correct lane change because she locked her legs around my ass, moaned through clenched teeth, and came again, stronger than the last one. Her eyes were rolling around as her head moved around her pillow, and she was trying to say something, “Don top Mahte, peas, luv.”

Stopping was not an option because the time was now to enjoy her back door for the first time. As I slipped out of her honey hole, I saw movement in the corner of my eye, revealing a naked Milani standing in the doorway. She had two fingers between her legs pumping away while the fingers of her other hand were twisting a nipple like a dial on a car radio.

I went to the bathroom, where I grabbed a condom, a latex glove, and a tube of KY before returning to my bride. Milani had moved next to the bed, and Liz’s right hand was rubbing her leg.

“Liz, I’m opening door #3 today? Is that okay?”

“Ohhhh, yes, baby, time for door #3, pussy needs rest.”

I lifted her hips to slide two pillows under her butt cheeks before setting he cute butt down. Spreading her legs with my knees, I pushed them back over her torso and moved her arms so she could hold them back with her hands. Milani was kneeling on the bed, kissing Liz as I separated her cheeks to reveal the tiny virginal bud awaiting deflowering. I leaned over and began teasing with the tip of my tongue, flicking it up and down.

Liz hissed, “Oooooahhhh,” and Milani’s hands were now stroking my wife’s tits as the girls’ tongues danced in the daylight. I stopped my tongue action, put the glove on my right hand, squeezed a big dollop of KY on my middle finger, and wasting no time, twisted it in. Her ass relaxed, and I slid in up to the second knuckle. After rotating for about thirty seconds, I slid my finger in the rest of the way.

“Liz, I thought I would have more difficulty getting a finger in your ass.”

She broke her kiss and giggled, “That’s because I grabbed the small and medium butt plugs before you got rid of the rest of the toys. I’ve been using the medium butt plug regularly during the day. When I walk with it in my ass, the sensations keep my motor running until you get home.”

“Did you keep any other toys?”

“I’ll never tell until I have to show you, dear.”

So I threw away the playbook, slid two fingers in for a moment, and then added a third one, twisting and thrusting them while adding KY on my fingertips.

Liz moaned, pushing back against my fingers, and I noticed Milani had two fingers in her pussy, covered by Liz’s right hand, and was sharing happy noises with my bride in the throes of their burning kiss. I pulled my fingers out, peeled off the glove, and quickly rolled a condom over my cock.

I kept forcing myself to slow down; I needed to be patient because I wanted to do this again, and I had one shot at making that happen. I squeezed another blob of KY on the head of my dick and moved up until it pressed against her sensitive rosebud.

I looked up, and Milani had moved again; she was facing me on her knees with her smooth pussy over Liz’s mouth. Liz’s tongue was buried in Milani’s pussy, while Milani was holding my baby’s legs back.