Big Changes At Home Ch. 03

Breakfast that morning was a quiet affair, with the family eating in silence. Taryn had to admit that she found her daughter’s sideways glances, more than a little uncomfortable. Rosina kept looking at Taryn with a perceptive stare, almost as if she were trying to bore into her brain and leaf through its contents. Could her daughter somehow know about Owen’s and her relationship? If so, how would she explain it to her daughter or even get her to keep quiet.

Richard seemed to be oblivious to these glances, but then he seemed to be oblivious to most things that happened around the house. Some days Taryn wondered he would be happier with a hide-a-bed in his office rather than bothering to come home. She held in her scowl as she looked at her husband and tried not to blame him for the situation she was in with their son. Though the thought crossed her mind, that if Richard had truly satisfied her sexually, could she have resisted Owen? Even if it were true, it was a mute point, for she was involved with Owen and he was her Master.

When Owen came in the dining room, Taryn felt her temperature rise. He kissed her in the typical way a son kisses his mother. That kiss was only a tease for what she really craved and only left her wanting more. She didn’t dare grab him and kiss him in the way she wanted, even Richard would notice a deep, passionate kiss shared between mother and son. When Owen left, Taryn was left to cool down and not look too disappointed that he had left.

Taryn was so distracted with thoughts of her son that she didn’t hear her husband and daughter get up. With a kiss and an “I love you, see you later,” they were off. Now Taryn was alone in an empty house, and was left to gather up her nerve. The house wouldn’t clean up itself, and with a groan, Taryn took one last sip of her coffee.

For the next hour Taryn cleaned and tidied up the house. It didn’t take long, as she kept up on the housework but the family was adept at making a mess in record time, her husband being the worst. With a long sigh, the vacuum cleaner shut down as Taryn started to wind up the cord.

Taryn knew she was just delaying the inevitable, she was regretting her day at the spa. It was strange to regret a rare treat that she allowed herself. Her Master had told her to spend the day at the spa and treat herself, and she was happy to comply with that order. She was told to have her pussy shaved bare and her pubic hair above, trimmed into an “O”. This order was not what she was dreading, though she didn’t know how she would explain it to Richard. It was the order to try to have sex with the woman who trims her bush that she was dreading. Taryn had never in her life had sex with another woman and didn’t know if she could go through with it. Thankfully, Master only ordered her to “Try,” and not necessarily succeed; perhaps a little light flirting would be enough.

It was with this comfort that Taryn changed into a light, spring dress and walked out the front door. They lived in an upscale part of town and every convenience was within walking distance. It was a beautiful morning and the day seemed to beckon Taryn to go for a walk. The air was sweet with the lovely scent flowers on the breeze; the tree-lined streets were filled with people with the same idea. The streets were not too crowded, but there were enough people abounding to show life in the streets. It was a good day and by the time Taryn had arrived at the spa she had forgotten her troubles.

The spa was a quiet little storefront in a trendy part of town, not far from where Taryn lived. This was one of those streets that were filled with older buildings that had been fixed up, yet retaining their old charm. It had become one of those nifty shopping districts where all sorts of offbeat shops sprang up. It was for this reason that people loved to come here and walk the street, just window-shopping and seeing what was now available. Taryn was one of those people and regularly walked up and down the street, just taking in the sights.

The particular building that Taryn was entering was a two-story brick building that was much longer than it was wide. This was the norm on the street, and added to the charm with all the buildings packed so tightly together, shoulder-to-shoulder, as it were. The inside of the building looked fresh and new, with a nice cream colour dominating the entrance. The small waiting room occupied the entire front portion of the building, but only went back about ten feet. The two bay windows let in lots of light and seemed to light up the place on their own. In the middle was a tall desk with a single archway cut into the wall and a few feet beyond that was another wall so as to block your view of the back.

Nobody was there at the moment, so Taryn decided to look at the various paintings around the walls. They were all scenic pieces, and bursting with the colours of the four seasons. Taryn didn’t have to wait long before she heard some noise coming from the back. The footsteps and chatter came louder and soon two women burst into view.

One women was smartly dressed in an expensive business suit, and the other was in hospital scrubs. The woman in the business suit walked in front of the counter and started fishing through her purse. The woman in the scrubs walked behind the counter and started tapping away on the computer. In short order the woman in the business suit had paid and walked briskly out of the spa, with a healthy glow about her. The woman in the scrubs then turned her attention to Taryn and smiled broadly.

“Taryn? Taryn Thompson?” the woman in the scrubs asked with an excited, yet questioning tone of voice.

Taryn had to give her a second glance as to see who she was. The woman standing behind the counter wearing the hospital scrubs was a tall, Italian, busty, woman, with a slender figure that even the drab, functional outfit couldn’t hide. Her black hair fell to her shoulder-blades in a thick yet strait manner but was tied back in a ponytail. As she looked over the pretty face of this woman and took in her brown eyes, she then had a spark of recognition.

“Karen?” Taryn asked with a smile on her face.

“Yeah! Good to see you! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Karen said with giddy glee as she walked toward Taryn with arms outstretched.

Taryn flashed back and suddenly remembered Karen’s story. They were not that dissimilar, in the fact that they were both married to successful lawyers. Or rather that they both were, married to successful lawyers. Karen’s story is a story of how a picture-perfect life can smash in an instant. Karen had been married to Tony Basilone, a partner in Richard’s firm, and the two were good friends. Taryn had seen Karen at many of the firm’s functions and had a good, but not especially tight friendship. Karen and Tony had a daughter, Veronica, who was finishing up high school this year. Karen had started this spa as a hobby, a reason to get out of the house and fill her days with something other than housework. When she started it, it didn’t need to be successful; it didn’t even need to pay for itself. That was until Tony swiftly divorced Karen and married a much younger lawyer in the office. Now this little spa needed to support: itself, Karen and Veronica. Karen didn’t get anything from Tony other than the business because of some prenuptial agreement, and a bit of legal trickery. After the divorce a few years ago Karen just sort-of dropped off the radar and lost touch with Taryn.

“So this is where you’re hiding out?” Taryn asked as she gave the room an obvious glance. “I never knew that this was your spa!” she said with astonishment as the two women hugged a friendly hello.

Perhaps it was the order that Master had given her, but Taryn was very aware of Karen’s body. Taryn could feel the heat from Karen’s lovely body that was now pressed up tightly against her in the friendly embrace. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, as it was simply a warm greeting between friends. That didn’t stop Taryn from momentarily wondering what she was wearing under those scrubs. With a shake of her head, Taryn pushed the nasty and troubling thought out of her mind.

“Yeah, this is mine,” Karen said with a chipper tone of voice as she smiled to herself, glancing around the room. “About all I own, these days,” she added with a somber sigh that somehow slipped out.

There was an awkward pause as Karen broke the embrace and took a seat in the many chairs scattered around the exterior of the room. Taryn didn’t know just what to say, just what she was supposed to say. After a moment she spoke up and said what was on her mind.

“I should have made a better effort to contact you,” Taryn said sympathetically as she sat down beside Karen.

“Hey, I know where you live and I never dropped by once,” Karen said as she picked up Taryn’s hand and held it.

“How are you and Veronica doing? Do you live nearby?” Taryn asked with her voice full of compassion and empathy as she looked into her friend’s eyes.

“Oh, were doing okay, this place keeps food on the table and a roof over our heads, literally, we live downstairs. We turned the basement into an apartment after the divorce. One of the last, nice things Tony did,” Karen said and sighed heavily, looking down and looking quite ashamed. “I can’t believe how far I’ve fallen.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of!” Taryn said forcefully as she shook Karen’s hand and waited until their eyes met before they continued. “That bastard left you for a bimbo! You were the perfect wife! By the time he realizes that, it’ll be too late. Just let him try and find a woman as great as you!” she said with certainty as she looked up and huffed in disgust.

“Thanks.” Karen said as she hugged Taryn once more, quite tightly and let a few tears drop onto her friend’s shoulders. “I guess I needed to hear that,” she said gratefully and smiled warmly at Taryn.

“You’re welcome,” Taryn replied graciously.