Nicky was older than Emma and Carla by ten years. In theory, the three of them should have had nothing in common. Their jobs, family lives, social classes—everything screamed different; and yet, when the three of them got together, they had a riot. They found they were more relaxed, less inhibited, and generally had a great time. None of them could put their finger on why this was. It may have been Emma's Geordie upbringing, Carla being a typical Essex girl—in a more authentic way, not like the fakes from the TV show—or the calm but dry, quick-witted Nicky. But they agreed it was probably just a great combination. Like fire, you need heat, fuel, and oxygen to make a fire; you needed Nicky, Emma, and Carla together for the day to really kick off.

Nicky was in her early fifties. Menopause had been and gone, but with it she had discovered—much to her husband's joy—an increased libido. Her body and mind now wanted her to do things she wished she'd done thirty years before. She enjoyed the feel of her nipples being pinched and pulled and her pussy being filled.

Emma, in her own words, was a buxom northern bird. Loud, opinionated, and yet honest and compassionate. When Nicky had said she had started masturbating for the first time since she got married, it was Emma who bought her a bright pink twelve-inch dildo. Nicky was almost salivating over it when she first unwrapped it. She brought herself to three knee-shuddering orgasms when she got home, her juices pouring down her thighs with the dildo buried almost completely to the base in her pussy. She was so glad her husband was working late; she was able to clean it and hide it in her bra drawer before he got back.

Carla was going through a rough time of it. In her words, her twelve-year-old son was being an utter twat... just like his father. They were now sleeping in separate beds. She told herself they stayed together for her son; in reality, she still loved him. The chance to go out with the girls kept her going.

This afternoon, they had gone for a spa session. It was a women-only retreat where clothing was completely optional. When they had been to these in the past, Nicky would wear a swimsuit, Emma would go topless, and Carla would wear a bikini. All three of them had had children; none of them considered themselves supermodels or even slim. They saw themselves and their bodies as completely normal.

Something, though, in Nicky's mind had changed. She had told the other two that she was considering going au naturel. She had shaved all her pussy hair off on her recent birthday. At the time it felt like the right thing to do, and she had kept "mowing her garden", as she put it to the other two on WhatsApp. Emma had had a landing strip for years but had seen a couple of white hairs that worried her. Nicky responded with a laughing emoji.

"My bush looked like Santa's fucking beard before I shaved it away!" That evening, Emma shaved hers off.

Carla was nervous about doing anything to hers. She had large, protruding labia, and she didn't want to nick or scratch them. Emma told her she'd do it for her, but not to cum when she touched her. Carla felt a twinge, and her lips started to feel moist when she read that message.

"Fuck, if that happens when I read a message, what will happen if she did shave me!" she said aloud, just as her son walked into the living room. Carla froze. He had one earbud in, and his head was buried in YouTube. No idea!

"Fuck, I really need to get laid if one of my best friends touching my pussy turns me on that much," she thought, making sure to keep that in her head and not say it aloud. Carla messaged Emma back.

"Jesus, you think you'd turn me on?"

After this, the messages turned into good-natured insults. It was Nicky who suggested Carla getting herself "de-haired" at the spa, and so that was what happened.

As they arrived at the spa, Nicky asked the others, "So, who's up for it? Who's going starkers? I've got my silky dressing gown; I can't stand the ones they give you. What about you two?"

"Well... I have bought a dressing gown," began Carla. "But if I am getting my pussy waxed, I might as well not bother with a bikini." They both looked at Emma as she finished paying for the cab.
"I normally go topless anyway. But if you're both game, then so am I!"

Normally, they would go into little cubicles when they arrived at the spa to change into their swimwear. Today though, they just stripped by the lockers, giggling like schoolgirls. Emma broke the ice.

"Fucking hell, Nicky, you have great tits. Why have you always hidden them away?"

Nicky blushed. It was the first time anyone, but her husband had complimented her breasts. "You like?" Nicky said, putting her gown on but leaving it open, exposing her body to anyone who looked. "Yours aren't bad either. I bet Tim loves them."

Emma smiled. "He's never complained. He likes a good tittyfuck, followed by cumming all over them." Nicky and Carla both gasped. Emma's husband, Tim, was always super polite. Never had either of them heard him swear. To be told that he liked sliding his dick between Emma's voluptuous breasts surprised them both.

"I would like any dick, full stop. Between my tits, in my mouth, up the arse. It's been so long since I have had sex, I think my hymen has grown back!" Carla said. She was just putting her swimsuit on as she said this. Nicky and Emma both turned to face her, laughing at her comment. "I thought you said you were going nude," Nicky asked her.

She looked down at herself. "Shit, I was on autopilot." Emma moved behind her.

"Let me," she said, as she put her hands inside the waistband of her bikini bottom. "Are you suffering a dry spell at the moment?" she asked as she pulled the bottoms down, her hands caressing her thighs. Carla nodded, not trusting her voice.

It was Nicky who next spoke. "Perhaps you need someone to give you a good fucking."
Carla and Emma both turned to look at Nicky. She never spoke like that, especially in public.

"What? It's just what you're both thinking," she said to their confused stares.

They walked poolside. Externally, they all appeared confident, Nicky twirling the belt of the robe she wore as they walked. Inside, all three were nervous as well as a little turned on. A door to the outside area had been left open, creating a small, cold breeze that made all their nipples stiffen.

They found three loungers that they sat down on. Emma looked at her friends. "It's actually quite liberating to be naked like this." Carla nodded as Nicky agreed.

"I know, right... but boy, my nips are hard because of that breeze." They all laughed as they lay back, not caring who looked at them.

Shortly after, Carla was called for her treatment. Nicky was doing a crossword. Her first glass of Prosecco had gone down very easily; the second was going the same way. She had shrugged her gown off, so she was lying completely naked. This one crossword clue was giving her a real headache. Eight letters: to have sexual intercourse.

Emma cooed to herself, "Would you look at that. Hmm."

Nicky looked across at Emma and then followed her stare. Walking outside the pool to one of the private rooms was a dark-haired, muscular man. He must have been six foot three, with olive skin. "Fuck me," Nicky said under her breath as she watched him.

"Fucking hell, Nicky, you really are horny all the time."

"I know," explained Nicky. "I can't help it. It's like someone switched my inhibitions off. I'm wet just looking at that guy."

"What?" Emma said.

Then she did something Nicky did not expect, she leant forward and looked between her legs.
"Mmmhh, you really are, aren't you."

"Ssshhh! Don't tell everyone. If you had a chance with that guy, would you? Would you let him stick his dick in you and fuck you till he came?"

Emma smiled, looking Nicky straight in the eyes. "Give me another glass of Prosecco and I would let you finger me here and now!"

Nicky laughed and then offered her the bottle. At that moment, Carla returned.

What are you two bitches laughing about?"

Nicky turned. "How much booze it would take for Emma to let me finger her."

"Ha ha ha, one glass, I'd say! Emma's an easy slut!"

"Fuck you," Emma retorted, laughing. "Come on, let's see your pussy!"

Carla sat down on the available lounger. Leaning back, she pulled her legs up as if in a pair of invisible stirrups. "What do you think?" Nicky and Emma bent in close to look.

"Jesus, there's no sign of any hair at all. Your pussy's bald like a pornstar," Nicky said.

"I bet it's wet like one, too," said Emma, and ran her finger up Carla's slit.

"Fuuuccckk, Emma... that's the most action my minge has seen in months. Dare you, do it again!"

Emma leant closer, slowly moving her hand up and down her slit. Instantly, Carla's breathing started to get shallow, and she started to moan.

Nicky could not believe what she was seeing, and yet she did not look away. She felt her own body responding as she picked her phone up and began to record the tableau playing out in front of her.
"Emma, please, please make me cum."

Emma leant down, taking one of her hard, thimble-sized nipples into her mouth.

"Fuck, that's so good. Bite it, bite it." Emma bit down on it.

"Aggghhh, fuck, God, uummhhh, that's so, so... God, I'm going to... aggghh." And with it, Carla came, her back arching on the sun lounger as Nicky recorded it.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, Emma removed her two fingers from her pussy, her digits coated in warm fluid. "That's for calling me easy!" she said with a grin. Carla moaned in agreement.

While Carla calmed down a little, Nicky looked at the treatment menu. All the times she had ever been to a spa, she had never had a massage. She had been scared that the masseuse would be disgusted by her wobbly bits or would call her fat. Today, she decided, was the day to cast off that worry. "I'm going to have a full-body massage," she announced, "but I want you both in the room with me. Call it moral support!"

Carla stirred. "You never have massages. I believe you once said it would be like torture."

"She's horny. She's hoping to get some action," Emma said.

"Oh, I see. Well, I'll watch. It's only fair; you watched me cum just now."

Nicky left to go and book a session. While she was gone, Carla turned to face Emma. "Well, what brought that on?" she asked her. Emma looked at her friend of so many years and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I have felt randy and on edge all day. It seemed like the right thing to do. Sorry if I shouldn't have done that."

"You're fucking joking, aren't you? That was the best orgasm I've had in years. I'm up for more. Do you think Nicky would let me do her?"

Emma looked at Carla as she was about to answer, when Nicky returned with a huge grin on her face.

"All booked. We have a room for an hour; the masseuse will massage one of us or all of us. His name is Marcus; he'll call us when he is ready. Fuck, that's made me all funny inside. After watching you two dirty sluts just now, I am proper in the mood."

"I think I have my answer," said Carla, elbowing Emma and leaving Nicky puzzled by what she meant.

The door opened behind them, a chill breeze blowing across the three of them as a high male voice called, "Miss Nicky?" All three sat up and turned to face the voice. It was the man Emma and Nicky had eyed up previously. Emma chuckled. "His voice certainly doesn't match the body."

"Shut up!" Nicky hissed before standing up. "That's us! We'll be right with you."

They stood as one. Nicky grabbed at Emma's arm. "I'm nervous. What if he makes me cum?"

"If? I think it's a dead cert he's going to make you cum, and probably Carla, too."

"Well, we will just have to make sure he does you, too. Can't have you missing out, can we?"

And with that, they stepped into the small courtyard towards one of the anonymous yellow doors on the opposite wall. Marcus was holding door number five open. All Emma could think about was watching both her friends getting fucked in the next hour. She would be happy to see that happen; her getting fucked would be a happy bonus.

To be honest, Nicky wasn't so concerned about cumming; she was more worried that she would not, but it was too late to back out now.

She led the girls into the massage room. The lights were low, and there was a subtle smell that she could not identify, until Carla said, "Oh, bergamot," making Nicky and Emma both grin.

There was quiet muzak playing in the background, and next to the two-seat sofa was a small table with an open bottle of Prosecco and three glasses.

"Please, Miss Nicky, would you lie on the table? Front or back first?" he asked. There was a small step to help anyone get on the table, and as Nicky sat down, she was glad to feel it was very sturdy. "Wow, this table feels secure. I think we'll start with my back."

As she lay down, placing her face in the face hole, she heard Marcus say, "Definitely, you could easily get three people on it."

"I hope so," Nicky said, her imagination already working overtime.

"Would you like a towel to cover your bottom, Miss Nicky?"

"What's the point, Marcus? You're wearing more than the three of us combined. You have seen us all naked. Save on the washing bill."

"OK. Ladies, please relax while I start on Miss Nicky. Do not be alarmed by any sounds you make during the massage; it is perfectly natural as I stretch and pull at your body. My fingers will knead any tight muscles, helping you to relax. Ladies, can I ask your names?"

It was Emma who answered for both, introducing themselves to Marcus as he pulled his loose top off, leaving him topless. He then squirted oil into his hands and made a start on Nicky's shoulders.

"Have you ever had a massage, Miss Nicky?" he asked as he moved his hands across her shoulders.

"No, never. Your hands feel so good. I can already... oh God, that's it."

His fingers threaded into her shoulders.

"Do you want me to be soft and gentle, or rough? Some women feel they get more benefit from me being hard on their bodies."

"Hard!" was all Nicky could say.

Emma and Carla sat watching as their friend was manhandled by this olive-skinned man. Both could feel their bodies responding as they watched him. Both of his hands were rubbing Nicky's left shoulder in a circular pattern. Then, with one hand continuing the rubbing motion, he rubbed down under her armpit, his hand now massaging one of Nicky's ample breasts.

He then pulled her up by the shoulder and began to massage her breast, his hand roughly pulling and pushing. An aroused groan leaked from Nicky's mouth.

"Is this what you need?" he asked her as he continued rubbing her breast.

"God, yeah... Mmmhh," was all she could manage as he started pinching her nipple.

He quickly squirted more oil on his hand and resumed kneading her nipple and breast. It was now obvious from the sounds she was making and the look of pleasure on her face that he was turning her on.

"Would Miss Nicky like me to massage her booty?"

"Yes... yes, please," she said as he pushed her shoulder back onto the bed.

Emma was watching from the sofa when Carla took hold of her hand and put it between her legs.

Carla's pussy was sopping wet, her clit engorged and hard. Emma's fingers ran down her slit, making her moan too as she began rubbing her own clit with her other hand.

Marcus moved behind Nicky and began rubbing both her round butt cheeks, his thumbs rubbing against her clit. "Oh God, Marcus, that's so..."

He removed one hand from her bottom, and the other started rubbing her soaking-wet pussy.
"Is that... fucking hell, don't stop."

"Miss Nicky will get all the extras for free if she lets me fuck her," he said as he pushed two fingers inside.

It was Emma who answered for all of them. "You can fuck us all, mate!"

Marcus undid the drawstring of his shorts and stepped behind Nicky's now-raised arse. It was the first time anyone of them had seen his rock-hard cock, and none of the ladies were disappointed. He roughly pulled Nicky across onto her side and entered her from behind.

Nicky's face formed an "oh" of surprise as his dick penetrated her wet cunt.

"Oh God, oh God... fuck, that's so good. Uuugh, oh my God, oh my God. Fuck, yeah. Girls, he's so big."

Marcus started groaning too.

The sound of Marcus's muscular frame smacking into Nicky's fifty-plus-year-old body reverberated around the room, only interrupted by the moans and groans from them both.

Carla stood up. "I need a closer look."

Emma's hand, wet with her juices, dropped down as she leant into her crotch; Nicky pulled her head into her pussy.

"Fuckkk!" Nicky cried as Carla's tongue found her clit, lapping it and then sucking it into her mouth, while her own hand frantically flicked her bean.

Emma, meanwhile, had crossed the room and was embracing Marcus. Her right hand was playing with his nipple as her left cupped his balls.

"You're a good girl, Miss Nicky. You cum for Marcus now. Then I fuck your friends."

Nicky cried out again as her orgasm hit, drenching Carla's chin in her juices. "Fuuucckk! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God... aggghhh! Fuck," her fingers grabbing the sheets she was lying on.

Marcus pulled out of Nicky's pussy.

"Who's next?"

"Me," said Emma. "Don't bother with the massage. Fuck me here but finish in Carla. Pump all your jizz into her pussy."

Marcus turned around to face Emma and pushed her onto her knees. Emma's hand reached around his cock. "God, you're so hard."

She took him into her mouth, taking time to run her tongue around his bell end, lapping up some of Nicky's juices.

She could hear Nicky moaning again; Carla was still tonguing her cunt as she came again.
"Your friend, the one I'm going to cum in. She's from Essex, no?"

Emma nodded around his dick, over half of it in her mouth.

"Good. Essex girls love Marcus. Love me cumming in the pussies, or on the tits, in their mouths. Lay down, Essex girl, and play with yourself. Marcus fill you up soon."

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing from him. Carla was from Essex, and yet not like the fakes on TV. If someone ever called her an Essex girl, they would normally get a battering from Carla's mouth. Today, though, she was under this olive-skinned hunk's spell.

She fell back onto the sofa, leaving her legs wide open, and began to play with her puffy lips. Her sopping-wet pussy was ready for Marcus to fuck.

Nicky meanwhile had rolled onto her back. Marcus began to finger her as Emma took him deeper into her throat, the sound of wet gagging filling the room, her own fingers playing with her pussy.

She wanted Marcus to fuck her and as if he was reading her mind, he suddenly pulled her head off his cock. Pulling her upright, he spun her and bodily pushed her over Nicky's prone form. He kicked her feet open and pushed himself into her.

"Finger Miss Nicky. Make her cum again."

Emma, a self-confident northern woman, followed the instructions given as if hypnotised. Her hand started rubbing Nicky's pussy, her index finger penetrating her hole. "Oh, fuck, Emma, make me cum again. Make me cum like you did to Carla."

Her hands picked up speed as Marcus did likewise, fucking her hard.

Then he slowed and stopped. Emma heard the familiar noise of the massage oil squirt. Marcus leant in, his breath hot against her neck as he got close to Emma's ear. "Do you want me to fuck you in the bum?" as his fingers began working her small opening in her rear. She had always wanted to try it, but Tim was not keen. "Yes, do it, up the arse, you fucker."

His fingers kept pushing against her puckered little hole; her body would not relent, and then, as if surrendering to the inevitable, it began to open up to him. She felt his knuckle enter her as her anus stretched to accommodate this new intruder. Emma was surprised that it was not unpleasant at all. "Put it in me, stretch me round your pole," Emma cried.

Marcus removed his fingers, then she felt the oil dripping down her arse crack. She felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her hole.

"Take a deep breath in, then slowly breathe out as I penetrate you," Marcus told her.

Emma followed his advice as his penis pushed into her. For a few seconds, there was a burning sensation. Emma almost told him to stop, and then it started to ease as he kept pushing into her bowel.

A groan from deep in her throat was released as he pushed all the way in, holding for one, then two, then three agonising seconds before he started to pull out. He pulled about halfway out and then reversed course, slowly starting to accelerate his rhythm.

Emma was concentrating so much on being fucked that she had totally forgotten that she was still fingering Nicky; her fingers were hammering her hole and rubbing her clit as if on autopilot.
Nicky came again; this time, a torrent of clear liquid flowed from her pussy at that same moment Emma came. There was no scream, no obscenities. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mouth remained wide open.

With that, she slumped forward onto Nicky, breathing hard as Marcus pulled out of her.

"Only you left for Marcus, Essex girl."

He stood in front of Carla; his hard dick now covered in Nicky's and Emma's sticky excretions.

"You want Marcus to cum in your married pussy. I know, I see your ring. You want me to breed you, give you a little baby. Yes. You want that?"

"Fuck, stick it in me. Fill me with your spunk. Who cares? Breed me, breed me with your big dick," Carla answered.

Emma looked up, her breathing shallow. Nicky under her was also watching.

Marcus knelt between her legs and pushed his used dick into Carla's ready pussy. In one move, he was all the way in. "Fuck, so, so big. God, you're going to split me in two."

Marcus was now focused on fucking Carla and cumming in her. He pulled both of her legs over his shoulders to get deeper. "Hold your ankles, Essex girl. Let me get deep in you."

"Shit, he's so deep. He's going to knock me up. That's it, make me pregnant, treat me like the slut I am and cum in me. Agghh. Fuck, you're so hard. Fuck, oh my God, oh my God. So good."

His hand pinched and slapped at her tits.

"Fuck, yeah, that's it. Smack me, treat me like a slut." Carla's hand was between her legs as he kept fucking her while alternating slaps between her left and right breasts.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you... aaagghhh! Fuck, that's good!" Marcus shouted as a rope upon rope of his thick spunk shot out of his dick, deep into Carla's unprotected womb.

Even though she was forty, she could still have a child and she knew her cycle; most women of her age do. She was close to her most fertile time, and that just turned her on more as she orgasmed, too. "Fuck, I can feel you’re cum in me. I can feel your dick throbbing in me. Fuck, that's so good."

Marcus dropped back onto his haunches, his breathing like an Olympic athlete, cum continuing to dribble from his urethra.

"Lovely ladies. I love having sex like this. You're so keen and willing. Most girls my age don't have a clue. Marcus loves fucking mature women." He stood up and faced Nicky. "You clean me up?"

She slowly took him in her mouth and licked all their combined juices and semen from his cock.
Then he dressed. "You have ten minutes left in here. If you leave any more than ten minutes late, they'll charge you. Don't be charged double."

The girls quietly gathered their belongings and the bottle of Prosecco still in the ice bucket and returned to the pool.

"I'm taking a shower," Emma announced. "Either of you joining me?"

Carla was lying on the sun lounger. She smiled. "I should, but I just love the feeling of a full pussy."

"What about you?" she asked Nicky.

"I can still smell you all on my body. It's nice. Sit down for a minute," she said to Emma. "That was amazing. Next time, rather than spending who knows how much on a spa day, why don't we hire an Airbnb and fuck each other silly for the weekend?"

Emma picked her glass up and offered it to them both. They tapped glasses. "Deal!" they said together.