screen. His coal black hair had come lose and tumbled over his shoulder as Grace spent a moment wondering what it would feel like between her fingers. Then she turned to Nadia.
"Can I, I mean, is there..." she trailed off, unsure of the protocol.
Nadia laughed and pulled both Grace and Ryan to their feet, kissing first Grace’s lips then her husband’s.
"Of course. Follow me and you can even shower if you like. The spa is always open."
Grace looked back, holding her hand out, hoping Ryan would follow but he shook his head. He put her hand to his lips.
"Go ahead. You’ll be okay. I need to sit a minute. You know how I get."
Nadia linked arms with Grace.
"We will be back, darling," she tossed at Ryan.
They walked out the door into the hall, which was still arrayed with various forms of mostly undressed human bodies.
"Your man," Nadia whispered in Grace’s ear as they walked toward a set of wide steps. "He is very virile, isn’t he."
Grace giggled, part of her unwilling to accept she was even having this conversation.
"He is. But he has a long recovery, so he says."
"Ah, so one and done," Nadia nodded sagely as if acknowledging a serious point of order. Grace tried not to laugh out loud at the absurdity of this whole thing. She'd just watched her husband fuck this woman hanging off her arm while the very same woman licked her pussy and finger fucked her until she came harder than she had in ages. Now they were discussing his virility in terms of "one and done?"
"Well, not exactly. But he likes to relax for a while after," Grace finally sputtered.
Nadia ran a finger down Grace’s arm.
"He must make many babies with you, yes? A man like that must have many strong sons and beautiful daughters."
"Well, no actually," Grace turned to face the lovely, dark haired woman wondering why she felt comfortable enough to discuss this delicate subject. "We don’t. He doesn’t want children and I really don’t either," she stopped off, unwilling to admit it had crossed her mind more than once lately. She dared not bring it up to him, though, knowing his firm conviction that there were enough people in the world and he didn’t want to take the chance of "fucking some kid up" by being a bad parent.
"That's a shame," Nadia said, leaning in and kissing Grace’s lips. "I can see you wouldn’t mind having his baby inside you. You can convince him, you know."
Grace didn’t bother answering. As far as Ryan was concerned, the subject was firmly, irrevocably closed.
They entered a black tiled room that could pass for a spa in one of Ryan’s better resorts. Fluffy white towels and fresh flowers were arrayed on the long granite counters while three sunken hot tubs bubbled away, labeled "Cool,""Hot" and "Salt." Subtle, calming odors wafted through the room with each puff of artificial air. Someone handed Grace a thick robe.
"I just needed to pee actually," she turned and felt a hand slip the zipper down along the side of her dress. "No, really," she insisted as the creamy slip of silk fell at her feet. She’d already shed her shoes in the room upstairs.
Slipping her arms into the robe rather than stand there naked, Grace found the toilet and emerged to see Nadia stepping into the tub labeled "cool."
"Come, darling, join me here," she beckoned.
But Grace was starting to panic. This whole scene was too much to comprehend. Women were moving around the spa, variously robed or naked, laughing, some kissing each other. One couple was engaged in what could only be called a serious sixty-nine over on a large leather ottoman in the corner. Grace wouldn’t deny that her body was responding but her mind was closing down. The need for fresh air overwhelmed her.
Finding the large door, Grace pressed against it, still watching the women lick each other to orgasm right in front of her, her own pussy starting to twitch in primal response to the scene. Stepping out onto the
"Can I, I mean, is there..." she trailed off, unsure of the protocol.
Nadia laughed and pulled both Grace and Ryan to their feet, kissing first Grace’s lips then her husband’s.
"Of course. Follow me and you can even shower if you like. The spa is always open."
Grace looked back, holding her hand out, hoping Ryan would follow but he shook his head. He put her hand to his lips.
"Go ahead. You’ll be okay. I need to sit a minute. You know how I get."
Nadia linked arms with Grace.
"We will be back, darling," she tossed at Ryan.
They walked out the door into the hall, which was still arrayed with various forms of mostly undressed human bodies.
"Your man," Nadia whispered in Grace’s ear as they walked toward a set of wide steps. "He is very virile, isn’t he."
Grace giggled, part of her unwilling to accept she was even having this conversation.
"He is. But he has a long recovery, so he says."
"Ah, so one and done," Nadia nodded sagely as if acknowledging a serious point of order. Grace tried not to laugh out loud at the absurdity of this whole thing. She'd just watched her husband fuck this woman hanging off her arm while the very same woman licked her pussy and finger fucked her until she came harder than she had in ages. Now they were discussing his virility in terms of "one and done?"
"Well, not exactly. But he likes to relax for a while after," Grace finally sputtered.
Nadia ran a finger down Grace’s arm.
"He must make many babies with you, yes? A man like that must have many strong sons and beautiful daughters."
"Well, no actually," Grace turned to face the lovely, dark haired woman wondering why she felt comfortable enough to discuss this delicate subject. "We don’t. He doesn’t want children and I really don’t either," she stopped off, unwilling to admit it had crossed her mind more than once lately. She dared not bring it up to him, though, knowing his firm conviction that there were enough people in the world and he didn’t want to take the chance of "fucking some kid up" by being a bad parent.
"That's a shame," Nadia said, leaning in and kissing Grace’s lips. "I can see you wouldn’t mind having his baby inside you. You can convince him, you know."
Grace didn’t bother answering. As far as Ryan was concerned, the subject was firmly, irrevocably closed.
They entered a black tiled room that could pass for a spa in one of Ryan’s better resorts. Fluffy white towels and fresh flowers were arrayed on the long granite counters while three sunken hot tubs bubbled away, labeled "Cool,""Hot" and "Salt." Subtle, calming odors wafted through the room with each puff of artificial air. Someone handed Grace a thick robe.
"I just needed to pee actually," she turned and felt a hand slip the zipper down along the side of her dress. "No, really," she insisted as the creamy slip of silk fell at her feet. She’d already shed her shoes in the room upstairs.
Slipping her arms into the robe rather than stand there naked, Grace found the toilet and emerged to see Nadia stepping into the tub labeled "cool."
"Come, darling, join me here," she beckoned.
But Grace was starting to panic. This whole scene was too much to comprehend. Women were moving around the spa, variously robed or naked, laughing, some kissing each other. One couple was engaged in what could only be called a serious sixty-nine over on a large leather ottoman in the corner. Grace wouldn’t deny that her body was responding but her mind was closing down. The need for fresh air overwhelmed her.
Finding the large door, Grace pressed against it, still watching the women lick each other to orgasm right in front of her, her own pussy starting to twitch in primal response to the scene. Stepping out onto the
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