Don Scott: Three hot wives

The corset covered her tits, but just barely. The big thirty-eight-inch mounds of firm, full tit flesh billowed out the tops of the cups. The dark edges of Sara's areolas could even be seen peeking above the corset. Below, the corset stopped at her hips. There her blonde-furred pussy was exposed. Two garter straps on each side held up matching white, thigh-high silk stockings.

Sara felt obscene, dressed as she was. Although that was her intention, she still felt embarrassed by it.

"It's too late to back down now," she mumbled, adjusting a stocking before stepping into her shoes. She picked up a floor-length robe and slipped it on. The robe was made of a see-through gauzy material, with an intricate floral pattern of lace.

Sara looked at herself in the full-length mirror of the locker room. She was gorgeous and she knew it. But her cunt was exposed. Even though she had every intention in the world of fucking or sucking the first man who entered, The Spa, she just couldn't convince herself to be that obvious. She pulled a pair of white bikini panties up her legs and felt more comfortable.

Now all she had to do was wait for the first customer who wanted to work his body into shape. Then he would really have something to tell his buddies about.

John and Steve nearly creamed in their pants when they saw the luscious Sara Johnson. She was more beautiful than any woman they'd ever seen in their lives. The curvaceous blonde was a walking wet dream.

"Welcome to The Spa, gentlemen," Sara said, smiling sweetly. She held her hands behind her back so the men wouldn't see them trembling. The move caused her tits to push out even harder against the bodice of the corset and more of her brown areolas were exposed to their hungry gaze. "Are you interested in a full one-year membership, or are you just visiting for the afternoon?"

"Full membership!" both men said in unison.

Sara took their membership fees and tried to keep her voice calm as she explained the different rooms. Weights and the sauna were downstairs, as were the showers. The locker room was upstairs. They had their choice of beer or wine, but no liquor would be served. And sandwiches were available if the men got hungry.

John and Steve, two young and successful businessmen in three-piece suits, decided they should have a beer first. Dropping their athletic bags to the floor, they sat on stools near the bar.

Sara went into the kitchen and brought out two cold beers from the refrigerator.

"Stay calm," she told herself quietly. "Just stay calm and don't make a fool of yourself."

She handed them the beers, staying behind the counter. It didn't bother Sara that the men were staring at her tits. In fact, she was pleased by it. Her husband had long ago ceased to notice how truly beautiful she was, and it was good for her confidence to know that she could still hold a man's attention.

"I'm sure you'll like The Spa," Sara said, leaning on the counter. She liked the clean, healthy looks and good physiques of John and Steve. "We're small and very private. You can really get your body in shape here… but by the looks of you two, there's not a lot of work to be done."

"I've been in a lot of health clubs in my life," Steve said, "but I've never been in one with anyone as lovely as you to greet me."

"That's nice of you to say." Sara walked around the counter and the men swiveled on their stools, now with their backs to the bar. "You gentlemen are The Spa's first customers. And for that you get a special greeting from me. I'm Sara, your receptionist and the manger of this house for the refinement of the body."

Sara looked at Steve and John. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first. The idea of having a cock fucked up her virgin asshole sent a shiver racing up her spine. No, she thought, that just won't do.

Slowly, as her eyes locked onto John's, Sara knelt. She sat on her heels with her hands on her thighs, wishing she had the courage to boldly reach out and rub her hand on the men's crotches.

"This is my idea of a health spa," John chuckled. He was more forward than his friend. Pulling down his zipper, John pulled out his big, half-hard prick. "Come on, Sara, why don't you suck on this for a while?"

Sara looked at John's cock. Even though it wasn't fully hard yet, it was bigger than her husband's prick. She felt butterflies in her stomach and a tightness in her head. Her hand was trembling when she reached out and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his prick.

"It's so warm," Sara purred softly. "And big."

Sara stroked John's cock gingerly, unsure exactly of what was expected of her. She felt the cock meat twitch and grow in her fist.

"It's beautiful," Sara sighed. "You have such a beautiful cock, John."

"Suck me, Sara. Give me a little head."

"Head?"

"Yeah, a blow-job, baby! Stick that big prick in your mouth and go to it."

Sara's mouth watered as she thought about what his cock would taste like as it was crammed deep into her mouth. Giving a blow-job was something she had never really thought much about, something that her husband had never even asked her to do. But now, after seeing the secretary sucking her husband's cock clean, Sara was intensely curious as to what a man's cock meat would taste like.

Steve, not nearly us bold as John, fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he watched the beautiful honey blonde stroking his friend's prick. He thought of whipping out his cock and shoving it at Sara's face, but that wasn't his style.

Sara noticed Steve's discomfort and she let her fingertips graze over his tensed thigh, scratching his skin through his pants. Her fingernails were extremely long, extending nearly an inch beyond the ends of her fingers. They were carefully painted a brilliant red color. Sara watched her own hand creeping up the inside of Steve's thigh. The hand seemed strangely disembodied to her, as though it really belonged to someone else, because Sara couldn't imagine herself kneeling before two men she had just met, stroking one cock and reaching for another.

Sara couldn't imagine it before, but she was indeed hungry for the feel of Steve's cock. John had almost forced his prick into her fist, but Sara wanted more. She had denied herself the thrills of strangers' cocks for too long and she wasn't going to wait any longer.

"I've got to have your cock," Sara heard herself say. The words seemed to burn in her ears.

She released John's cock and used both hands to unbuckle Steve's belt and then pulled his pants down. When she got them down to his ankles, she looked up to see his enormous cock – nearly ten inches of solid mean-looking cock meat.

"Are you scared of it?" Steve asked. Sara was about to joke with Steve when she suddenly realized that he wasn't being sarcastic. He actually was afraid that she wouldn't want his prick because it was too big. "N-No, I'm not. It's big – bigger than any cock I've ever seen in my whole life."

Sara decided that it was best not to tell Steve and John of her almost total lack of sexual information and experience. She saw Steve's giant-sized balls and gasped in surprise. They hung down a full five inches and were easily twice as large as her husband's balls.

Her mouth watered as she stared hungrily at Steve's cock. It was positively beautiful in her eyes. Long, with a thick blue vein running along a ragged line on the broad, almost flat upper surface. Steve's prick looked like a fleshy battering ram.

"I love it," Sara purred.

Wrapping one hand over the other, Sara grabbed Steve's cock like a baseball bat. This still left plenty of cock meat for her to suck on. Closing her eyes, she brought her face close to the cock head and inhaled. The slightly musty aroma of his prick drifted to her nostrils, and Sara wasn't at all displeased with it.