My first wife was so straight, she could have come over on the Mayflower. It always amazed me that while we were dating, she was game for anything. The second month of our marriage, she actually bought me a Polaroid camera for the express purpose of shooting nudes of her. But after two kids, things slowed down. Way down. Except on one occasion.

I was transferring back to California, so we went over to spend a week on the coast, looking for a place to live. A friend who lived in L.A. gave me a couple of passes for what he called a “Health Spa” in the Hollywood area, suggesting that she and I might enjoy relaxing for an evening while we were there.

We drove up to the strip, found the place and went in. I showed my passes to the receptionist in the lobby and she also asked to see my drivers license, and my wife's. I was puzzled about that but we produced them for her and she thanked me profusely after noting that we were from Arizona. She told us that an attendant would be with us shortly. We sat on a couch for a couple of minutes, then a guy in white t-shirt and white slacks came to the lobby and asked us to follow him. He told us that our first part of the visit would be in the steam sauna as he took us to a room where we could undress and put our valuables in a locker.

He pointed to a pile of folded towels, saying we could use them if we so desired, and that there would be towels for us to sit on at the door to the sauna. When we were undressed, she tried to wrap one of the towels around her body, only to discover that they were far too small for that purpose. When our attendant came back and led us down the hall to the sauna, she had no choice but to walk along casually, stark naked except for the towel over her shoulder, behind a perfect stranger.

We entered the sauna and sat there naked while the attendant turned on the steam unit. We chatted and I asked her if she was enjoying the situation so far. She said yes, adding that she figured this was how things should go in a place like this, for health purposes of course. I chuckled and agreed with her theory. He left, then returned in about fifteen minutes to make sure we were okay and not over heated. He said we'd come out after half an hour for which he'd set the timer.

When he came to get us at the end of our time, we were both soaking wet. When we went out into the carpeted hallway, the air was like a blast of arctic wind on our over heated bodies, and what that did to her nipples was spectacular

We each took a towel and dried our hair and faces as we followed him down the hall. I mentioned that the place wasn't very busy, and he said that we were actually the only people in the facility. He also said that on weekend nights, there was barely room to walk in the hallways, because of the quantity of guests in the place. That sounded interesting if they were dressed like we were.

He led us into a shower room, telling us that these were “impulse” showers, which blasted you with very hot, then very cold, then very hot water, so fast that you couldn't react to either extreme.

There was a young woman, dressed in a thin t-shirt and matching white shorts standing near a bench with two large buckets that were topped off with soap suds. She said they were going to soap us down before we used the showers and asked me to stand beneath one of the nozzles. Pat was asked to do the same.

The male attendant began to soap Pat down using a huge natural sponge, and his partner began to do the same with me. When she got to my crotch, there was no hesitation on her part. In fact, she spent more time there than elsewhere. I looked over at Pat and saw that the young man was soaping her crotch as well, and that he was moving slow enough and using enough pressure that her hips were responding involuntarily to his touch.

When they were finished, we both looked like we'd just had a wrestling match with the Ghost Busters marshmallow man. Then they turned on the showers and stood by while we rinsed off. I made a point of stepping over to Pat so I could rub her body as we rinsed off. I paid particular attention to her tits and pussy, and she stroked me into a total erection in return. When we were finished, our attendants handed us towels to dry off with, directing us to toss them into a hamper when we were finished.

The young man asked if we wanted to have our massages together, or separate and Pat looked at me as she said, “Together?”

I replied that together would be fine.

The young man took Pat's hand as my attendant did the same with me, and we walked down the hallway towards the massage suite.

It was very exciting watching Pat walking ahead of me, naked, holding hands with another guy. She was enjoying herself though, and I could tell by the way her hips were moving as she walked, that she was turned on to boot.

I glanced at the young lady holding my hand, and she was looking at me with a sly grin on her face. She tipped her head forward and looked at my crotch, then smiled again as she nodded her head to affirm that what she saw was a good thing. Between her and watching my naked wife with the other guy, I had a hard on, but that was apparently normal for the place. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I had hopes for a “happy" ending. 

We entered the massage suite, a room with two tables, and were told to get on the tables face down. I lay on my table, turning my head to look at Pat who was close enough we could comfortably hold hands. The attendants began to cover our backs with warm oil and once we were covered from neck to toes, they began to massage us quite thoroughly. Pat had her eyes shut when the guy got to her butt, but as he worked her over, seeming to spend a bit more time than necessary between her butt cheeks, she just layed there with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face.

The young gal did the same thing with me when she got to my butt, running her hand through the crack of my ass as she pressed gently. I was laying on my cock of course, and it was hard as she did that.

When it was time to turn over, my cock was at flagpole attention. Pat saw that and stifled a laugh. Her guy asked her if she wanted a towel to cover her crotch and she told him no, that she was just fine. He grinned and proceeded to work on her feet.

My young lady was already working on my feet and grinning at me as she occasionally glanced at my cock. She worked her way up my leg, then moved to the head of the table and began to work my shoulders and chest. As I watched, Pat's guy did the same thing with her and, in her case, he began to work the oil into her tits with gentle groping hands, playing with her nipples as he worked.

They both moved to the outside of the tables so we could see each other without them being in the way. The young lady asked us if we were comfortable, and we said we were. She then asked us if they could complete our massages before we went back to the showers. I looked at Pat, and she grinned as she shrugged her shoulders in a “why not” move.

I said that would be nice, and watched as the guy filled his hand with warm oil which he let drip into Pat's crotch. My gal was doing the same thing to my cock, and as I watched his hands push Pat's legs wider so he could get his hand to her pussy, my gal wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke me slowly and gently.

Pat was obviously enjoying the action and, when she opened her eyes to look at me, she held out her hand so she could hold mine as she began to buck her hips. My gal began to tighten her grip and move faster, and when I felt Pat squeeze my hand tightly as she arched up on her table, I shot cum into my gals fist which dripped all over my stomach.

They each took towels and cleaned us up when we were finally relaxed. Then they led us back to the shower area and soaped us down. Before we showered, they told us to remember that we were the only ones in the club, and that they would see us at the lobby when we were ready to leave.

We started the showers and when we were rinsed down, Pat shoved her ass against me and I got hard so fast it was scary. I stood there under the shower, groping her tits from behind, and shoved my cock into her snatch. We were still fucking when my attendant came in to get the towel hamper.

She looked at us and grinned, saying it looked like fun. Pat smiled I think, and told her it was terrific, all while never missing a beat on my cock. I began to get off and Pat made her noise as she tightened up on me, and when we were obviously done, the attendant said good night and thanks for the show.

We left and went back to our hotel, where we both fell into a totally exhausted sleep.