Chapter 2

The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alice would have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away. Alice would never get used to freeways.

Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home. She didn't want to think about what she'd done with Ricky. It was as if she'd gone temporarily insane. She couldn't believe she'd sucked her young son's cock! She would never do it again. Never, never, never!

She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars cut in and out in front of her and behind her. She wasn't going to kill herself trying to keep up with the stampede.

As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself momentarily visualizing a glass shower-stall door. She caught a glimpse of a slender shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting upward and wagging as the shape moved. She blinked and the vision was gone, replaced by windshield wipers and cars cutting in and out in front of her.

Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all. Don't ever think about it again. Think about something else.

She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggested that she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe she could cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn't believe she could keep house, either.

Well, she couldn't blame him too much. They'd hired Hilda shortly after Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook or housekeeper. Even when Hilda had taken vacations--as she was doing now for a few weeks--they'd hired temporary cooks and housekeepers. The only reason Alice hadn't hired a temporary servant this time was that she hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Alice suddenly envisioned herself cooking a meal for the boys. She saw herself doing housework, washing clothes. Maybe she ought to try these things again. Maybe they'd do her some good, help fill up and order her somewhat empty and aimless days. She was herself waxing floors, throwing dirty underwear into the washer.

She laughed at herself. You can't be serious, Alice, she thought. Then she realized she was serious.

We'd have to fire Hilda, she thought, and then felt a sense of relief, almost elation. Maybe it would be worth going back to work just to get rid of Hilda. The old bag was getting worse every year. She demanded more and more time off, demanded more and more pay, and had just about taken over rule of the house. It was only when Paul was home that Hilda acted like a servant and not like the mistress of the house. The moment Paul flew off to Japan or someplace, Hilda became her grim, demanding, bitchy self again. Wouldn't it be nice to be rid of her sour puss once and for all?

Alice was feeling high as an air balloon above the rain clouds as she exited the freeway. She'd try out getting back to work. If she could swing working again, it would be bye-bye Hilda. Paul would never agree to firing Hilda for another housekeeper. But Paul couldn't deny Alice's wish to resume the duties of a housewife.

"Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance," Alice said aloud as she swung into the parking lot of the health spa.

She surged through her workout in the exercise room in record time, working with free weights and the universal machine. By the time she finished, she was tight and tingly all over.

She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall mirror. In the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if it were sheened with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all the rain, she'd been unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked having big, deeply tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these blend with her tan on her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits appeared especially large today, with her cherries as big as silver dollars and studded with erect bumps. Her nipples looked good enough to suck on, even to her.

She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the mirror to dress. She didn't care who was watching her. She dressed slowly, pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she'd covered her golden pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds of her nipples. She ran her brush through her hair a few times, until it shone like yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her shoulders, feeling the ends of it tickle the center of her naked back as she walked out of the locker room under the envious scrutiny of the other women.

She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man in his white uniform.

"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alice was struck again at how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.

"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on her tits. "I have a cancellation."

"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning booth."

"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at Alice's tits before heading on down the hall.

Alice lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every little while so she'd tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming massage, could almost feel Thomas's big strong fingers on her flesh, relaxing her totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it hadn't stopped throbbing since she'd entered the bathroom with her naked son. Her muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a sheen of sweat, her pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and more sensuous as she posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her smooth skin.

What would Thomas's reaction be if she let him remove her bikini today? It was her choice--to get her massage while wearing her bikini, or to be naked. She'd been getting massages from Thomas for over a year, but always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed to ask her before each massage, though, whether she preferred wearing the bikini or removing it.

The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alice that she'd had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table, she felt a tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her stomach. After she put her bikini back on, she left the tanning room, heading down the hall to the massage room in a partial daze.

Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel. The moment Alice walked into the room, he quickly slid around the table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage table took on a slightly yellowish cast.

"Warm oil?" he asked.

"Yes," Alice said. "As warm as you can get it."

"It's heated and ready," he said. "And you prefer wearing your bikini?"

Alice paused for a moment. "No," she said. "No, I think I'd be more comfortable with it off today. I'd like to try it that way once."

The boy didn't respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as if he couldn't understand what she'd just said, as if she'd spoke in a foreign language. "Off?" he said, almost with a frown.

"Off," Alice said. She reached behind her to untie her halter. "Will you help me, Thomas?"

"Well... well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.

Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it up. Alice shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could straighten himself.

"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"

The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the panties off over Alice's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alice's moist cunt rose in the air.

Alice lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table. She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked, liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked before.

Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alice's neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.

Alice sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within seconds, Alice's entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.

Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it, working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alice felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alice sighed, almost moaned.

The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up, milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both her feet and legs were limp and tingling.

He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits, spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Alice's cunt contracted and a small spurt of hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned, writhing.

His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down. Alice opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alice gasped.

The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt. He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning, mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alice's thighs, lifted them, spread them wide. Alice grabbed the backs of her knees to steady her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her cunt up completely. The boy's fat tongue slid between her pussylips.