Chapter 3: Building Tension
Vic felt like she was living a double life, torn between her responsibilities as a mother and wife and her own desires.
Jim noticed her distance and tried to talk to her about it, but Vic brushed him off, not wanting to admit the truth. She didn't know how to explain what had happened, and she didn't want to hurt him.
But in the bedroom, things were different. She couldn't control herself, and she found herself becoming more and more aggressive with Jim. She fucked him with a desperation that she couldn't understand, as if she was trying to make up for lost time.
Jim was surprised by Vic's sudden change in behavior, but he didn't mind. He loved her, and he was happy to give her what she needed. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Vic's distant behavior had been eating away at him, and he knew that he had to confront her about it.
"Vic, we need to talk," Jim said, taking her hand as they sat at the breakfast table.
Vic looked up at him, her eyes clouded with sadness.
"What is it, Jim?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've noticed that you've been distant lately, and I want to know what's going on," he continued.
Vic sighed, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her.
She had been trying to push her encounter with Marge and Cera to the back of her mind, but it was impossible to ignore the way it had changed her.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she admitted, her voice trembling.
Jim reached out and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"You don't have to pretend with me, Vic," he said, his voice gentle.
"You don't have to worry about me," she said, trying to brush off his concern. "It's just...the job is demanding. I'm still learning the ropes."
Jim nodded, understanding. He knew how difficult it could be to adjust to a new job, especially one that required such a high level of skill and expertise.
"Take some time off if you need it," he suggested. "You deserve a break."
Vic shook her head, refusing to accept his offer.
"I can't," she said. "I have too much work to catch up on."
Jim could see the determination in her eyes, and he knew better than to argue. He knew that Vic was a hard worker, and he knew that she would do whatever it took to succeed in her new job.
Jim left for work, feeling a pang of worry as he drove away. He knew that Vic was going through something, and he wanted to help her, but he didn't know how.
Meanwhile, Vic was still trying to come to terms with what had happened at the spa. She couldn't shake the image of Marge and Cera from her mind, and she couldn't stop thinking about what they had done.
She had never felt so conflicted before. On the one hand, she knew that what she had done was wrong. She had betrayed Jim's trust, and she had let herself be swept up in a moment of passion that she couldn't take back.
But on the other hand, she couldn't deny the way it had made her feel. She had never felt so alive, so free.
It was a feeling that she couldn't deny, no matter how much she tried.
Vic headed into the spa reluctantly. She had been putting off this visit for weeks, ever since the incident with Marge and John Doe. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that had settled over her like a shroud, and she couldn't bring herself to face Marge again.
But she knew that she needed to confront her fears and come to terms with what had happened. She couldn't let it consume her like this.
The spa was quiet when she arrived, the soft strains of ambient music playing in the background. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Vic! It's so good to see you," said Marge, coming out from the back room.
She walked towards Vic, and before she could react, Marge had wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.
Vic froze, feeling a mix of emotions as she returned the embrace. On the one hand, she was happy to see Marge and was grateful for the warmth of her affection. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that still lingered between them.
"I'm glad you're here," Marge said, pulling away and looking into Vic's eyes. "I know things have been strange between us since...well, you know."
Vic nodded, unable to find the words to express how she felt. She had been avoiding Marge ever since the incident, unsure of how to face her after what had happened.
"I'm sorry," Vic said, looking down at the floor.
"I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to..."
Marge shook her head, cutting her off. "Don't apologize. You were just caught off guard. We all make mistakes. And I know you didn't mean it."
Vic nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been worried that Marge would be angry with her, but it seemed that she wasn't.
"As a matter of fact," Marge continued, "we have a brand new client who I think will be perfect for you. His name is Billy. He is a handsome young man but very shy. He has never had a massage before."
Vic looked up at Marge, feeling a spark of excitement ignite in her chest. "Really? That sounds great," she said, trying to hide her enthusiasm.
"Yes, I think it would be a good match," Marge replied.
"I'll introduce you two when he gets settled. In the meantime, why don't you grab a towel and some oil and get ready to start your massage. Don't forget to dim the lights and play some soft music."
Vic nodded, taking Marge's instructions to heart. She quickly grabbed the necessary supplies and made her way to Room 3, where Billy was waiting.
"Hi there, you must be Billy!" Vic said cheerfully, entering the room.
Billy jumped at the sound of her voice, turning to face her. He was a young man, with sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a white t-shirt, and his hands were still tucked into his pockets.
"Uh, yeah. Hi," he said nervously, his eyes darting around the room.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands," Vic reassured him, giving him a comforting smile. "I'm here to help you relax. Why don't you go ahead and undress as much as you feel comfortable and get under the sheet on the table there facing down. I'll be back in just a moment."
Vic then left the room, giving Billy some privacy to undress. As she stepped out into the hallway, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been plaguing her ever since the incident with Marge and John Doe. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, and she couldn't stop wondering if she had made a huge mistake.
But she knew that she couldn't dwell on the past. She had a job to do, and she was determined to do it to the best of her abilities.
With a deep breath, Vic re-entered the room and approached the massage table where Billy lay face down. She could see the tension in his shoulders, and she knew that he was nervous.
"Are you ready for your massage, Billy?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Billy nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He had never had a massage before, and he was nervous about what was going to happen.
"Great," Vic said, smiling warmly at him. "I'm going to start by rubbing some oil onto your back. This will help to relax your muscles and make the massage more comfortable."
Vic picked up a bottle of almond oil from the table and began to pour it onto her hands. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over her.
She had always enjoyed the feeling of her hands on a man's body, but there was something different about this one. Perhaps it was his youthful energy or the fact that he was a complete stranger, but whatever it was, she couldn't deny that she was turned on.
She began to massage his back, working her fingers into the tight muscles of his shoulders. Billy let out a soft sigh as she did so, and she could feel him relax under her touch. She worked her way down his spine, kneading the muscles gently as she went. She could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
But as she worked, she found herself becoming more and more distracted. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Marge and John Doe.
As she approaches his waist, she feels the waistband of his underwear. Vic smiles to herself, realizing that Billy is very nervous. She decides to help him relax into things more and moves to his feet. She says, "I find my feet to be the best part of the massage. We walk on them all day and they deserve loving care." Billy sighs with pleasure.
Vic's hands moved up and down his legs, kneading the muscles in his calves and thighs. Billy moaned softly as she worked, his body becoming more and more relaxed under her touch.
Vic's hands glided up his legs, her fingers kneading the muscles in his quads. She then slid her hands gently beneath his underwear, continuing to massage his legs and around the inside to his adductors. Billy gasped and wiggled a little under her hands, his body tensing up in surprise.
But as she continued to massage him, he began to relax once again, his body becoming more and more pliant under her touch. Vic knew that he was getting turned on, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the realization. She had never felt so desired before, and it was intoxicating.
She continued to massage his glutes, working the tight muscles with her fingers. Billy squirmed a little under her touch, moaning softly as she did so. Vic couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sound, knowing that she was the one causing it.
But as she continued to massage him, she found herself becoming more and more distracted.
Vic pulled her hands out from under Billy's underwear, holding the sheet up in the air to provide him privacy and told him to roll over. Billy obeyed, his body tense as he turned onto his back.
Vic smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew that she had taken things a step further than she had intended, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to explore this newfound desire, to see where it would lead her.
She poured more oil onto her hands and began to massage Billy's chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns over his pecs and abs.
She looked down and saw that his cock was pushing up the sheet. It was a good sized cock. Not as big as John Doe's but definitely larger than Jim's. She was beginning to think that Jim might actually have a smaller cock.
She looked down at Billy and saw him staring up at her. He said "Sorry" with a red face but she could see a look of lust in his face. She smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. She couldn't deny that she was feeling the same way, and she knew that she had to do something about it.
She continued to massage his chest, her hands moving closer and closer to his cock. She could feel it throbbing under the sheet, and she knew that he was getting turned on. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the realization, knowing that she was the one causing it.
She continued to massage him, her hands gliding over his chest and abs, teasing him with every touch.
But then, she made a mistake. As she massaged his thighs, she let her fingers brush against his cock, accidentally grazing it through the sheet. Billy gasped out loud, his body tensing up as he came in his underwear.
Vic felt a surge of excitement at the realization of what had happened. She had made him cum with just a touch of her fingers. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Billy looked mortified, his face turning bright red as he kept repeating how sorry he was. Vic smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. She could tell that he was embarrassed, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.
She had never made anyone cum so quickly before, and the realization of her own power was intoxicating.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry!!!" Billy stammered, looking up at her with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Billy nodded, understanding dawning on his face. "Oh," he said, blushing again.
"It's okay, Billy. It's only natural. Now, let's go ahead and get these messy shorts off of you."
As she tugged his underwear down, revealing his naked body, Vic couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over her. She had never felt so turned on by a client before, and she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him.
Vic looked down at Billy, who was lying there with his eyes wide open in shock. She could see the embarrassment and confusion in his face, but she couldn't stop what she was doing. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.
"Vic, what are you doing?" Billy asked, his voice shaking with fear and excitement.
Vic looked up at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I'm cleaning you up," she said, before taking his cock back into her mouth.
Billy moaned softly as she sucked him, his body trembling with pleasure. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny that it felt good. He had never felt anything like this before, and he couldn't help but get lost in the sensation.
Vic continued to suck him, her mouth moving up and down his shaft.
She could feel his body tensing up as he got closer and closer to climaxing. But she wasn't ready for it to end yet. She wanted to feel him inside of her, to let him fill her up completely.
Without a word, she climbed onto the table, straddling him. She could feel his eyes on her as she pulled her shorts and panties down, revealing her bare pussy. She reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance.
And then, she slid onto him, feeling him fill her up completely. She moaned with pleasure as he started to thrust up into her, his cock hitting all the right spots.
As they moved together, Vic leaned down and unzipped her scrub top. She let it fall open, revealing her large breasts. She reached down and pinched one of her nipples, offering it up to him.
Billy seemed surprised at first, but soon he leaned up and took it into his mouth, sucking gently. Vic couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as she felt his hot mouth on her sensitive flesh. She started to ride him harder, losing herself in the sensation of him inside her.
The words came out before she could stop them, a low murmur in his ear that made him groan against her breast. "That's a good boy," she whispered, "fuck mommy. Keep fucking mommy." She felt a surge of guilt at the words, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure as Billy thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own.
Their lovemaking became more frenzied, Vic's hands gripping the edges of the massage table as she rode him harder and harder. Billy's fingers dug into her hips, holding on as she moved above him.
She looked down at him, his eyes closed in ecstasy, and she couldn't believe what was happening.
Vic was lost in the moment, her body moving on its own accord as she rode him harder and harder. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
It didn't take long before Billy started to lose control. He released her nipple and said "Oh god mommy!" and she felt him spurting inside of her. She was so close to coming herself, and she looked up over his head. She saw that she was looking into a mirror. As she realized that she was in the same room as Marge and Cera were with John Doe, she had an explosive orgasm knowing that they had crossed over and there was no going back. She was now a cheating slut.
And she loved it.
Vic walked towards the locker room, feeling the cool air on her bare breasts. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction that washed over her.
She didn't care that she had just cheated on her husband. She didn't care that she had just had sex with a client who was young enough to be her son. All she cared about was the feeling of pleasure that coursed through her veins, the feeling of freedom that she had never experienced before.
When she got there, she realized that she never bothered putting her tits back in. She was just like Cera. Right then and there, she decided she loved it. Her tits were meant to be free and enjoyed and she would never encumber them with a bra again.
Vic walked back into the room where Billy lay, his body still glowing from their lovemaking. She smiled at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction that she had never felt before.
"I'm going to go clean up," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You can take your time getting dressed."
Billy nodded, still too stunned to speak. He watched as Vic walked away, her bare breasts bouncing with each step she took. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed it.
Vic got changed into her street clothes again, this time forgoing her bra and headed up front to see Marge. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but she couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction that washed over her.
Marge looked up as Vic walked in, her eyes widening at the sight of Vic's breasts swaying beneath her shirt. What happened to your bra?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Vic blushed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
"I...I forgot it," she she said with a smirk. "I don't think I will be remembering it in the future."
Marge raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"So, are you ready to perform full duties now?" Marge asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I believe I am," Vic replied, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. I have a new client coming in soon who's been requesting your services specifically. He's quite the character," Marge said with a chuckle.
"Ooh, do tell," Vic said, leaning in closer with eager anticipation.
"Well, I don't want to spoil the surprise. But let's just say he's a bit of a daredevil and he has some...unconventional tastes," Marge said, winking.
Vic's mind immediately went to all sorts of kinky scenarios, her nipples getting hard as a rock at the thought of it. She smiled with excitement and said, "More than ever.
I'll see you in the morning."
Vic headed out the door, eager to get to the grocery store before it closed. She couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that had settled over her after her encounter with Billy. She felt alive and free, like she had just discovered a part of herself that she had never known existed.
As she walked to her car, she couldn't help but think about what Marge had said about her new client. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her veins as she imagined what kind of unconventional tastes he might have. She was eager to explore this new side of herself and see where it would lead her.
At the grocery store, Vic filled her cart with fresh produce and ingredients for dinner. She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the other shoppers around her.
But they noticed her, especially in the beer cooler. She wanted to get Jim a nice 12 pack of beer to celebrate, and she needed him to be drunk. Her nipples were hard as diamonds in the chill of the cooler, and a man in there stared blatantly at her tits.
Vic felt a rush of excitement and shame wash over her as she realized what had just happened. She couldn't believe that she had just had a sexual encounter with a client, and now she was feeling turned on in the middle of a grocery store.
She quickly grabbed the beer and headed to the checkout line, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind. But as she waited in line, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside of her.
She looked down and saw that her nipples were still hard as diamonds, and she couldn't stop thinking about the way that man had stared at her tits in the beer cooler.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped with a start. She turned around to see a handsome young man standing there, looking at her with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice low and sultry. "But I couldn't help but notice that you're not wearing a bra. And I have to say, it's incredibly sexy."
Vic felt a surge of excitement run through her veins as she realized what was happening. She had never been hit on in a grocery store before, and she couldn't believe that it was happening now.
"Thank you," she said, smiling coyly at him.
"I was hoping someone would notice."
Vic couldn't believe what was happening. She had never been so bold before, but she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that was coursing through her veins. She wanted to explore this new side of herself, to see where it would lead her.
The young man didn't seem to know what to do, but Vic took the initiative. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, feeling the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her shirt.
He hesitated for a moment, but then he began to explore her body with his fingers, tracing delicate patterns over her sensitive flesh. Vic moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her veins. She reached down and started to stroke his cock through his pants.
But then, she pulled away, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well, I hope you can make it a little longer next time," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The young man looked stunned, his face turning bright red as he realized what had just happened. He couldn't believe that he had just cum in his pants in the middle of a grocery store, and he couldn't believe that this older woman had just walked away from him, leaving him embarrassed and humiliated.
But Vic didn't care. She felt empowered, like she had just discovered a new part of herself that she had never known existed. She felt like she could do anything, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound power would take her. Vic smiled to herself as she walked out of the grocery store, her cart full of fresh produce and a 12-pack of beer for Jim. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that was coursing through her veins.
As she walked to her car savoring the feeling that had settled over her after her encounter with the young man in the grocery store. She felt alive and free, like she had just broken through some invisible barrier that had been holding her back. She couldn't wait to get home and share her newfound confidence with Jim.