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My previous stories have been from my wife’s experiences n her late teens & early 20s. I’ve known them for years and have been turned on by her adding minor details to these relatively mild escapades. I wondered I’d heard everything she had to tell about her hot past until last month when we went to Germany.

We’re in our early 40s now and took a short European flight recently to enjoy the Christmas markets, the great beers & a nice hotel. After several drinks in a gorgeous old bierkeller we were talking about the ‘textile free’ German spas. I knew she had been to one years before on a day off from work and that she had really enjoyed the liberating local customs, hot baths, saunas and steam rooms, and I playfully began teasing her about what it was like getting naked with several hundred others. She had answered this question before and each time I had enjoyed her answer but this time she paused, looked at her drink then looked me in the eyes and said “you know there is something that I didn’t tell you about that trip”.

“I went with someone. It was a guy called Jens, who I’d been flirting with at work for a while. He was based in Munich but I saw a lot of him on our conference circuit. A group of us were out in Munich drinking on a Friday night after a week long event that we’d flown in for and got talking about the spa culture. He had an extra air confidence that night from being in his home town that I found attractive so after a few drinks i was part flirting, part showing off that it wouldn’t bother me being naked in a spa and he’d taken his chance. So the next day I was heading out of town with him – and my hangover – on a train to a big Therme just outside of the city! I was a little excited but mainly nervous as hell, cursing myself about what I’d agreed to by shoeibg off!”

I assumed Jens has been pretty happy. She smiled at me knowing full well that she had me hanging on her every word.

“When we arrived, we were given robes and slippers and walked into a mixed changing room – men and women of all ages and sizes undressing on the benches”.

The air seemed to go out of the bar at the moment, and that familiar exhilarating knot in my stomach appeared as I waited for what my tipsy wife was about to say. My throat was dry as I asked ‘did you strip in front of him?’.

“Oh no. I saw a few cubicles and dived into one of those, undressed and pulled the robe tight around me. He’d done the same before I got out. We walked in our robes into a huge glass atrium, full of palm trees, huge pools, a few people in robes and hundreds of mostly naked people”.

‘What happened then?’ I asked.

“I knew I had to get it over with so after I’d put my stuff on a lounger. I pulled my robe off and walked naked into the pool. Inside I had an excruciating mix of excitement, nerves and embarrassment knowing full well that Jens was watching my every movement behind me.”

I’m imagined how he felt as her robe fell to the floor, having only ever seen her in company suits, as she revealed to him her 36DD tits for the first time. I felt a pang of jealousy thinking of the effort and time it’d taken me to see the same!

‘Did you watch him get in the water?’ I asked.

“Haha. Of course I did. I wasn’t going to let this be a one-way street. He’d seen me plus I fancied him a little bit”.

She started giggling “You know what I remember from that moment. He had a good body and a nice cock but I remember that he was completely shaved down there. This was the mid 2000s. I hadn’t really seen that before! I found it funny as i still had a pretty full bush!”

“But you know pretty quickly it felt quite normal. Of course you’d discretely look at the bodies on show and I knew Jens was checking me out but soon enough we were hoping between pools, saunas and steam rooms. Plus they sold great beers in big plastic steins from various swim up bars”.

For a moment I wondered her story was ending there as I enjoyed the wondered of this guy watching her breasts bobbling around in the water, of her naked body glistening with sweat in the sauna. She took a gulp of her beer.

“You know, I think I never told you about Jens as I’m a little embarrassed. As the afternoon wore on into the evening we had a few more drinks in an outdoor pool bar. It was winter so it got dark quite early, steam was rising off the water and as the drinks flowed we were getting more tactile. Couples were breaking off into the pool enclaves. You could only really see several metres ahead but i watched one couple close to us start to get heavy. You could only see their heads above the water and they were sat side by side but it was obvious from their expressions and movement that they were really … you know touching each other”. She giggled.

“I was getting horny, it had become a sexy environment and Jens looked hot with the steam rising off him. There was an obvious attraction. So I kissed him! For the first time we kissed, we were completely naked.” She laughed. I was turned on and my wife knew it.

“We kissed passionately for a few minutes” she lowered her voice “and it didn’t take long for him to feel my tits. My nipples were already erect and I could feel the heat in my pussy rise”.

I looked at her across the table intently, my mouth probably agape.

“Jens whispered for me to look at the couple. The girl had sat astride the guy and was riding him. They looked hot together.

“Jens reached down towards my pussy but just as he did a guy came round the corner quite close to us and even though there was another couple fucking less than a few metres away I got cold feet. I said to him ‘not here’. I wanted things to go further, so after kissing and watching the other couple for a little longer we went back inside and I got out of the pool and asked Jens to follow me. I remember having to pass his robe to him to hide his erection as he got out of the pool. I led him back into a cubicle in the changing room where I took off my robe and immediately got on my knees. I cupped his balls and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t huge but thick and he was very hard. Then… ” she paused “then someone banged on the door. An attendant had seen us go in and I guess she had seen me on my knees from the gap below the door and the floor. I was mortified. Jens found it funny but I have never felt as embarrassed and as humiliated as when I eventually walked out of that cubicle. The commotion meant that a quite a few people were watching and it wasn’t as if I was a kid. I was in my mid 20s”.

Apparently they went back into the spa rather than being thrown out but she said that through her embarrassment the moment had gone. They enjoyed the rest of the evening but she went back to her hotel room alone. She flew out the next day and although she saw Jens around a couple more times through she says that they had both gone their different methods and they never fucked. We did that night back in the hotel, my head full of thoughts of her spa day.

NSFW: yes

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