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My wife Emma and I recently took a relaxing 'leisure break' at a hotel that was equipped with an extensive spa. Emma enthusiastically took to using the leisure facilities, including the lovely indoor swimming pool.

It became her habit to get up in the morning and go for an early swim, then come back and join me in the sauna for an hour or so before showering in the attached cubicle and then getting dressed and going in to breakfast. For the first couple of mornings she was a little shy about using the sauna and wore her bikini from her swim, but nobody was ever in there that early and the wet bikini was uncomfortable so she soon enjoyed lying out naked on the wooden bench.

In the evening we'd get a drink and go and relax in the large spa pool, letting the bubbles soothe us. The hotel was quiet but occasionally there would be a few other guests sharing the pool, and I would enjoy the men surreptitiously watching my wife's pale slim body dressed only in its skimpy bikini, her small but pert breasts shown off nicely with its plunging cleavage.

One evening we were joined in the pool by a trim, athletic looking guy about our own age, and started chatting. He was a businessman named Ralph and was staying just one night at the hotel on his way to a conference. I could see him looking with unashamed interest at my wife's mostly on-display body – and for her part Emma later admitted to me that she had enjoyed the attention and also appreciated looking at his toned and almost naked body in turn.

After a while Emma declared that she was off to bed. I decided I would stay for one more drink and continue chatting to our new friend – who watched with great enjoyment as my wife climbed out of the pool, adjusting her bikini bottoms to cover her pale round bottom as she brushed past him.

After Emma had left, Ralph turned to me with a smile and said "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but your wife has a great body!"

I indicated that I didn't mind him saying so at all, and that I was glad he'd enjoyed looking at it.

Taking another sip of his drink, Ralph then said "She really does have the most fantastic breasts. And tell me – was that the outline of her nipple that I could just see through her bikini top?"

I was a little taken aback that this man that I'd only just met was speaking so openly and candidly about my wife's body – and I must confess I was also rather turned on to think he'd been taking such a close interest. He also commented on her nipple piercing.

"Actually I love intimate piercings. I have a theory that 95% of women who have a nipple piercing also shave their pubic area smooth. I bet your wife does that, doesn't she?"

I stammered that yes, indeed, on the evidence of my wife his theory was a valid one.

"Thought so from the way her bikini bottoms were clinging" said Ralph, and I found myself growing hard at the thought that this stranger had been taking such a close interest in what lay beneath my wife's brief costume.

"Well if you want a closer look" I heard myself saying, "she's normally in the sauna from about 7am."

Michael (that's the name he gave me anyway) smiled and said "Hmmm, I'm partial to an early morning sauna myself!"

Unable to contain my rising excitement any longer, I hurriedly excused myself and headed back to the bedroom. Emma was in bed, and I quickly undressed and got in beside her. I whispered to her how much I'd enjoyed Michael looking at her, and although she didn't say much her own excitement was obvious in her urgent response to my sexual overtures. When we'd finished, I told her about Michael commenting on her nipple ring and her shaved state, and she shivered and admitted that that turned her on. However, I didn't mention anything about the fact that I'd told him about her morning sauna sessions.

I hardly slept that night with the sexual excitement and anticipation and was awake long before the alarm; Emma however slept like a log beside me and woke looking bright and fresh and gorgeous. She quickly slipped into her swimming suit and robe and headed for the pool; I told her I'd meet her in the sauna afterwards.

I was in the sauna by 6.45 and was clearly the first to have been in all day; Emma didn't finish her swim until about 7.10 and came straight in to join me, leaving her swimsuit to dry on a hook in the changing room outside the sauna. She came in and lay down on her back on her towel and asked me to crank up the heat a little.

By about 7.20 I was sure that Michael had either forgotten our conversation or had already checked out. I had just about give up when suddenly the door to the changing room opened. Emma looked up in surprise – during our stay nobody else had ever come in while we were in there – but before she could react the door to the sauna opened and Michael strode in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I half expected Emma to grab a towel to cover up or something, but Michael didn't really give her the opportunity. He immediately greeted us both warmly, whipped off the towel and sat on the bench opposite Emma where he had the best possible view of her nude body. It was immediately apparent that not only was Michael extremely well endowed, but he was already reacting to the proximity of my naked wife with a semi-tumescent swelling. I could see Emma looking a little embarrassed and trying to meet Michael's eyes as she chatted to him – while darting little glances down to the swollen distraction between his legs.

For her part, it would have looked a little strange if Emma had started covering herself at this stage, so she had little choice but to lie there naked letting this practical stranger drink in the sight of her, her pale skin covered in a film of sweat from the sauna and her small pointy breasts in plain sight, the ring which Michael had commented on in the pool now clearly revealed piercing her left nipple. The proximity of the naked man was also clearly having a physical effect on my wife, and her nipples became hard and swollen as we watched. Her smooth shaved mound, shiny with sweat, led the eye down to where here slightly parted legs revealed her pink, glistening listening lips, the tip of her swelling clitoris just visible between them.

I have to say, despite the heat Michael was a very cool customer. He continued to chat away about the hotel and about his job as he had in the pool, apparently unconcerned about either his own nakedness or Em's; but at the same time as he chatted, his eyes continued to roam all over my wife, drinking in the details of her pale nude body, and his swollen state gave evidence of his enjoyment.

As he chatted, I could see Emma start to relax – although neither her nipples nor her clit reduced their swelling. After a while she shifted her position slightly, propping her head up on one arm, raising the knee furthest away from Michael and dropping the other off the bench to rest on the floor. This had the twin effect of lifting her breasts, making them look perkier and even more pointy, especially with the nut-hard nipples – and also giving Michael a much clearer view at the shaven delight between her legs. She told me later that the change in position hadn't been deliberate, that she was just getting more comfortable, but the improved view clearly wasn't wasted on Michael. He leaned forward to chat more intently, bring him closer to my naked wife, sitting with his legs apart and his huge member dangling between them.

At this point I thought it would be interesting to leave the two of them alone together, so I announced that I needed a glass of water and got up to leave. Emma shot me a rather pointed look, but I ignored it and headed out the door, wrapping my towel around me as I went to hid my own increasingly obvious excitement.

I took my time over getting my glass of water in the changing room / shower area outside the sauna. I could hear the sound of conversation and laughing coming from inside – there was no doubting that Michael was a charmer and very easy to talk to, and Emma seemed to be enjoying the attention. Before returning to the sauna cubicle, I snuck a peek through the glass in the door, and saw that Michael had moved to sit right beside Emma and was talking to her intently, his hand casually resting on her thigh while her naked breast brushed the side of his arm. Something he said made her throw back her head and laugh, and as she did so she saw me looking through the doorway and smiled wickedly.

I gently pushed open the door and sat down on the opposite bench. Seeing me, Emma stood up and announced she was going for a shower.

"Mmm, good idea" said Michael. "Me too I think. How about you?"

I replied that I thought I'd have another ten minutes in the sauna, at which point Emma shot me another look, which I again ignored.

"Look like it's just you and me then Emma" said Michael. "Come on, I'll scrub your back for you!"

For some reason this statement made Emma giggle like a schoolgirl.

When they'd both left – each taking their towel with them, but neither making any attempt to use it to cover themselves up – I re-positioned myself so that I could see through the glass window to the shower cubicle. It was a communal 'wetroom' style with three shower heads but no curtain or door, and I had a clear view as Emma and Michael stood under adjacent streams and allowed the warm water to run over their nude bodies. Emma had her head under the water facing towards me, water streaming down over her hair and body and running in streams between her shaved lips. Michael was facing towards her, continuing to chat away, rubbing soap all over his fit and toned body, obviously enjoying the attention Emma was giving him.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Michael seemed to ask a question, and after a second though Emma briefly nodded and turned her back to him. He immediately started rubbing the soap all over her back and shoulders, working up a good lather as he rubbed his strong-looking hands on her naked flesh. She leaned back into him and moaned – she's always loved having her back and shoulders massaged, but she says I'm lousy at it. Michael's enjoyment of the situation was evident as his member was now fully erect and reaching an impressive size swinging in front of his body. As he continued to massage her back, his hard cock bumped against Em's bare buttocks, and she reached down and playfully pushed it aside.

Michael seemed to regard this as some sort of signal, as he began to massage lower and lower with his soapy hands, down over her lower back and onto her pale round buttocks. As I continued to watch like a peeping Tom through the window, I saw him slip his soapy hands across the backs of her thighs and between her legs. By now Emma was swaying with the rhythm of his strokes, pushing out her buttocks, kind of like in the second of these attached pictures, to meet his fingers as they glided over her smooth flesh.

Emma turned round in the shower so that she was facing me, giving me a clear view of her firm, pert breasts and the smooth expanse at the base of her belly leading down to the barely discernible slit between her thighs. Water and soap suds slid gently down her front and over her breasts, the rhythm of her movements making them bounce slightly in time. Michael moved around also to stay behind her, his body now obscured by hers but his actions clear by the movement of Emma's lithe form.

By this time my own erection was straining, and I had to hold on to my member to keep it under control. I guess I could have gone out and stopped what was happening, but I was transfixed; and as I continued to watch I saw one of Michael's soapy hands move from Emma's back, curve around her body and begin to stroke and caress her left breast, leaving it soapy and slippery. In a very short time his other hand came around and I was treated to the sight of both of my wife's naked tits being stroked, massaged and fondled by this relative stranger who we had never met before the previous day. Emma continued to push her buttocks back against him, moving her body in a little circular rhythm that I guess was feeling amazing with his hard cock pressed against her ass.

Emma had her hands above her head as Michael began to move his soapy hands down the front of her body little by little, making big circular motions from her breasts to her belly and back, each time reaching a little lower but each time returning to brush his palms and fingers across her nut-hard nipples. By the time his hands began to sweep gently over her naked and shaved pubic mound, Emma was panting with pleasure and making the little moaning noises that I knew signified she was close to orgasm.

As his fingers reached the base of her belly, Michael's hands hesitated for a moment as if confirming permission. Throwing her head back, Emma opened her legs wide and taking his wrist guided Michael's hands between her legs. From my vantage point behind the door I could clearly see the moment when he slipped a soapy finger inside her, her half-stifled cry confirming his penetration.

They stood there for several minutes, my naked wife facing towards me with an equally naked man standing behind her, one of his hands roughly stroking her exposed breast and pinching and squeezing her pink nipple while the other built a rhythm between her thighs, faster and faster until she finally cried out with pleasure and grabbed his wrist to make him stop.

Smiling lazily, she turned back towards Michael and kissed him hard on the mouth, before slowly sinking to her knees in front of him, her hands wrapped around his member. I thought he'd been big before, but I was astounded at the size of the erection straining against Michael's stomach. Emma didn't seem at all daunted, but immediately wrapped her lips around it, giving a few exploratory licks before taking as much of it as she could manage inside her mouth.

It was clear that Michael was already close, and the feel of my wife's lips on him very soon had the desired effect. As Emma felt him begin to spasm she released his cock, allowing the copious stream of warm cum to shoot over her face and breasts and dribble down her exposed body.

The release seemed to break a spell for both of them. Pulling apart, they each continued to shower to remove the evidence of their mutual passion, no longer talking or touching, just smiling at one another from time to time. When he'd finished showering, Michael mumbled "I have to go" and, grabbing his robe from the peg, left the changing area leaving Emma alone and naked under the shower. I hurried out from my hiding place in the sauna and went over to her, but she didn't want to talk – she just smiled and shook her head and dried herself off before pulling on her own robe and heading back to our room.

As soon as we got inside the room she let me know in no uncertain terms that her passion was still not satisfied, and we spent a very pleasurable hour revisiting all the places that Michael had explored. She didn't want to talk – but her body was more than happy to do the talking for her.

Finally – after another shower and getting dressed for the day – we headed downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. As we passed through the reception area, we saw Michael carrying his overnight bag, just leaving the checkout desk. As we passed, he waved.

The rest of the visit was nothing even close to what happened with Michael but we didn't need anything else to since that was enough to sustain us. We hope you enjoyed our fun as much as we did.

Mixed Wife and Husband




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