The matronly ladies are confused

As the former ladyboy tenderly massaged David's legs, David squirmed.

The matronly lady on his right patted his arm. "It's okay, dear. You can relax. You're in the best of hands."

With that, David's 8-inch cock bulged underneath his pink skirt. It was obvious that he was aroused. The two matronly ladies, -church-going, devoted wives - strove to maintain and open mind. The male nail technician smiled with memories of his trade back in Thailand can back to him. He was thrilled to know he hadn't lost his touch despite his age.

Jenny watched the four of them like it was a private stage show.

The supervisor grinned as he decided to add a small room in back for private massages. Clearly, there was a little more profit to be made.

Everyine in the salon were hushed. The nail technicians continued to focus on their work.

The two housewives stared at the rising protrusion at David's crotch. The lump under his dress grew prominent. They eyes grew as wide as David's cock grew long.

David's nail technician was so tempted to reach over to release the straining dick. His licked his licks aching to suck a bog cock once more. His finger tenderly caressed David's legs. He imagined what he could do if they were alone.

The supervisor's head filled with dollar signs.

Jenny waited for the inevitable. Finally, it came. More precisely David came in the calm silence of the salon. A slight groan and a wet spot seeped through the panties and into his pink dress.

Absentmindedly the house frau on the right gripped David's arms. "My husband has the same problem," she gasped.

The other one also gasped and added, "I've never seen one so big. My husband is tiny."

Both women looked at each other and understood each other's sexual frustrated marriage. Neither had ever been satisfied by their husbands. They stared into each others' eyes. The women turned away from each others' llonging gaze.

"Coming here provides some joy, relief for you ladies," said Jenny. She planted a seed. A seed that would germinate soon with tighter and longer hugs with these housewives. "Innocent" soft caresses and "sweet" pecks on cheeks were in the future between these two women. More time spent together redsulted that in a couple of months no one was suspicious about their weekend girls' getaway, a weekend in a motel where they would finally achieve complete sexual fulfillment. They would never leave their husbands, of course, - not with the status and financial stability the marriages provided. But their husbands would look on them as the best of friends and remain blissfully unaware of the future trysts in giving each other private massages in the back room of the nail salon.

At present, they were slightly confused and could barely meet each other's confused glances.

The supervisor apologized for his employee's forwardness but David waved it off.

Nothing else was said as the pedicures and manicures were completed. David came twice more at the gentle ministrations of the male nail technicians but the ladies were too preoccupied with their own roiling thoughts to notice.

Jenny noticed, of course, and reveled in David's humiliation. As they left, she had David pay with his credit card giving all a heft tip for all.

The two housewives left quietly, avoiding eye contact with each other. Jenny winked at the male nail technician with David covering his wet spot close behind her.

After David crawled into the passenger seat, Jenny sped back to the motel. Having completed the clerk's instruction, she unconsciously drove back for more orders.