Cheating Housewives: Knocked Up! Weekend at the Spa
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Jazzmyn Dubois badly needs a weekend away from a bad marriage and a bad husband. Inadequate in bed, her husband leaves on a business trip leaving Jazzy to her own devices. With the help of her friend Beth, she ends up at a resort for a weekend of pampering with a hot masseur named Burke. Things heat up between the masseur and the woman who asks for his services while not on birth control. More
Jazzmyn Dubois is very dissatisfied with her husband who is always on the road traveling for his career. Alone and neglected at home, she is invited by her best friend Beth for a weekend at a resort and spa.
Jazzmyn has heard from Beth of a masseur at the resort who specializes in "servicing" his clients in whatever needs they require.
Unbeknownst to Jazzymyn, Beth has arranged for her to have a special massage, with any extra services she asks for, to be done on her nickel.
Jazzmyn gets a massage that she will never forget, and ends up with a surprise a few weeks later.
An Excerpt from Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: Weekend at the Spa:
Jazzmyn Dubois fumed.
Rick, her husband was going out of town again on business. He literally flew into town for one night, and began packing his suitcase to leave again. In his usual haste, he came through town just long enough to get a home-cooked meal and give her a quick fuck. As usual, he didn’t worry about whether she climaxed or not. He just didn’t have the time or the inclination to worry about it. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had an orgasm.
She had long expected, but couldn’t prove, that Rick got his sexual gratification on his road trips, with strange women in every town. It’s not like he wanted to sleep with her when he came home. They had been trying to have a baby for years, and couldn’t seem to get the deal done. They were on the verge of going to fertility specialists to find out if there was a problem.
She awoke the next morning to find Rick gone. He had taken a cab to the airport so he wouldn’t disturb her. At least he was considerate in that regard.
But this latest business trip made her realize how much she missed the old “Rick and Jazzy.” They used to be the hot, sexy couple. They had an active social life, hung out with other hot couples, and had an incredible sex life.
Then Rick got his new job. Everything went to hell. So consumed was he with his career that he quit caring about her at all. Sex was now down to just happening on the nights he returned from his frequent trips. It lasted just long enough for him to cum, always in the same boring position, and never any variety. Ho-hum…
Jazzmyn evaluated herself in the mirror. At 35, she still had a great body. Workouts at the gym every other day kept her in great shape, and the fact that Rick was never able to get her pregnant meant that she still had most of her college body. Rick’s ample supply of money had given her the chance to get implants which gave her an impressive and firm DD-cup rack. Her large breasts were perched on top of a body that her workouts kept in good athletic form. She shamelessly admired her nice ass and washboard abs.
What was wrong with her that Rick didn’t find attractive?
Later that day, Jazzmyn met her friend Beth for lunch. Beth was wild and uninhibited compared to her. Still single, Beth regaled her with tales of her wild sex life every time they met. Beth’s tales, told in vivid detail, were the closest thing Jazzmyn had to a sex life it seemed.
While they waited for their food to arrive, Beth went on at great length about her latest conquest. She had picked up a 23-year old college athlete at a bar and easily got him back to her place. Beth went on and on about her boy toy, about the size of his cock, about the numerous positions that she got fucked in, how many times he had made her cum, and how insatiable this college boy was.
Jazzmyn sat listening as best she could, but her mind wandered. A sad look must have come over her, because Beth came up for air, (a very rare occurrence) and asked, “What’s wrong, Jazzy? Am I boring you?”