By the time my wife and I headed out of the house that morning, the heat of the day was already beginning to bloom. It was only eleven o'clock, but the thermometer was already at 90 degrees and the humidity was bordering on oppressive. The way that it enveloped you as soon as you stepped outside, like a damp blanket, made it immediately obvious this was going to be one of those "red alert" days in Northern Virginia.
That day as it happened, was exactly twenty one years after my beautiful wife and I had been married, and we were headed out to begin a relaxing day-long celebration. The plan for the day included a very leisurely lunch at a favorite Cajun restaurant in the "Old Town" area of Manassas, VA, followed by a short drive to a nearby resort and spa. We had booked the preverbal couples retreat which included a "couple's massage" at the spa followed by dinner at the restaurant and then an overnight stay in the resort.
The real draw for my wife was the restaurant, as it boasted a seven course meal replete with all the amenities. She is a bit of a foodie and was excited to try some of the more exotic dishes on the menu. I was pretty much along for the ride, but was intrigued by the couples massage. My wife had been the recipient of several massages in her life, and I found that I enjoyed the idea of her being rubbed by a stranger while completely nude. Unfortunately, I had never actual been around for any of her previous massages so I was left to imagine how it worked.
Now I was going to be in the room with her during the massage, although of course I too was going to be getting a massage. In the end, I was sure it would all be very professional (in other words, not erotic), but I still got a little charge when I thought about it. I mean, I know you are covered up during a massage by a towel or sheet, but there is no hiding my wife's breasts. She has been well endowed since we met in high school and the years and two kids along the way only added to their impressive size.
She had spent her entire lifetime obscuring them with oversized clothes and had even begun to wear bras with padding to obscure her large nipples that seemed to be permanently erect these days. I have to admit that I had spent more than a little time thinking about how they might look with her lying on her back covered only by a sheet with someone rubbing on her arms and neck. Needless to say, I masturbated a few times to the thought of her being that exposed in the presence of a stranger.
But as our day began I was just enjoying the day off and the time with my wife. We really do have a great marriage, and it was nice to be able to spend a full day together without worrying about the kids who were left at home with my mother. We ended up spending almost two hours at the restaurant as there happened to be a soccer game on the TV that we enjoyed watching. We had ourselves plunked at the bar and ate several small plates of food and drank a couple of beers. There was no rush to get to the resort because our massages weren't until four o'clock.
About the time we were finally going to get our bill and begin the relatively short but pretty drive to the resort, my wife got a call from the spa. After a brief exchange, she turned to me and asked whether I preferred a male or female masseuse. Without a second of hesitation I said, "A woman of course." I actually hadn't even thought about it as I just assumed I would get a female masseuse. Like most guys, getting a rubdown by a dude did not sound relaxing. My wife passed along my request and, almost sheepishly, said something to the effect of "I guess I will get a guy then."
I thought that was a somewhat odd way of putting it. Even her tone was a mixture of bravado and resignation. When I asked her about it, she confessed that she had never had a male masseuse before. At first I was surprised, but when I thought about it, it made perfect sense. She is a woman who is very discreet about her body, and prefers to show minimal "skin" in public. So, of course she would always get female masseuses. This somehow ratcheted up my excitement about the proceedings.
With all that settled we paid up and left the restaurant. The temperature had now climbed into the mid-nineties and by the time we made it to the car we were both sweating. As we began our drive we had the air conditioning blasting and the vents pointing directly at our faces and upper bodies. As we both enjoyed the cool down I stole a few glances at my bride, I couldn't help but enjoy the view. She had chosen shorts and a t-shirt for our mid-day activities. While her t-shirt was oversized as usual, I got a nice view of her wonderful breasts as the full AC plastered her shirt to her chest. Her medium length dirty blonde hair was also feeling the effects of max AC and it billowed around her face.
We ended up getting to the resort well ahead of our appointment, so we walked around the grounds a bit and even sat by the pool for an hour or so. I should say "sat in the pool" as the heat really made laying out a near impossibility. However, all I could think about was the upcoming massage and the thought of another man rubbing my nude wife with only a towel or sheet to obscure her amazing curvaceous body.
When we met in high school she was already well developed upstairs, but had almost no ass to speak of. Over the years she had added some junk to her trunk, so to speak, and now had all the curves in the right places. Her breasts were completely natural and hung heavy on her chest. Here large nipples still pointed forward, if not completely straight ahead these days. I enjoyed our time at the pool, for while her days of the tiny bikini were well behind her, her "tankini" did a great job of presenting her breasts in all their glory. Of course I was constantly watching the time and waiting for the appointed hour to head to the spa.
I sensed that my wife was a little on edge about the massage. When we talked about it off and on during the day there seemed to be both excitement and trepidation in her voice. I never pressed her on it, the last thing I wanted was for her to lose her nerve and ask for a female masseuse. Finally, the time came for us to return to the room and don our robes before heading to the spa.
The spa was connected to the resort building. It was all the way at the end adjacent the pool area. The resort was only a single level with approximately twenty rooms on either side of the lobby. Our room happened to be about halfway down the hall on the far side of the lobby compared to the spa. When back in our room we stripped off our wet bathing suits and dried off. My wife retrieved the two robes that had been provided in the room and we put them on.
The robes were your basic hotel white terry cloth robes. They were very soft but a bit on the thin side. I was thinking to myself that I might have expected better from a resort such as this until I happened to look aver as my wife. As she completed tying the sash on her robe I couldn't help but stare. The robe was sized such that the front edges of the material when wrapped around her crossed between her boobs. The sash was synched tight high on her waist and only a few inches below her hanging breasts.
The end result was that her beautiful melons were cast in sharp relief and displayed like I have rarely ever seen them. The capper for me was how wonderful her large nipples looked poking at the material. I realized that I was in danger of getting caught gawking at the presentation so I quickly looked away.
We were still early so I suggested we sit and enjoy some of the champagne and chocolate covered strawberries that were part of the package deal. I am not much of a champagne guy, but I needed some time for my little man to calm down before we made the walk through the hotel to the spa. I also figured that my wife needed something to calm her nerves as she still seemed a bit nervous.
My wife actually downed two glasses of champagne in relatively short order while I sipped my way through a single glass. When the strawberries were gone we decided to mosey on down to the spa. As we readied to leave the room my wife said something like, "I am sure glad there are so few people at the resort today. Otherwise I would feel weird walking through the halls in only a robe. "
I am not much of a robe guy and I had to agree that walking through the hotel with my twig and berries swinging freely down below was an odd sensation. However, as she walked ahead of me down our empty hall towards the lobby I enjoyed the view of her shapely butt jiggling away under her robe and I quickly forgot my discomfort. As expected the dimly lit hall was again empty and the only sound was the muted slapping of our slippers against the bottoms of our feet.
As we neared the heavy door to the lobby I scooted ahead so that I could open the door for my wife. I am not always so chivalrous but it seemed appropriate given the occasion. The added bonus was that I could get another eyeful of her lovely breasts swaying under her robe. As I pulled open the door we were greeted by two things that were not immediately welcome.
The first was the intense sunlight caused by the highly windowed space. Coming out of the dimly lit hallway it immediately made us squint. It felt like stepping onto a stage and getting hit with a spot light. The second was the crowd of people in the lobby in various stages of checking in. As we began to traverse the space it became apparent that they were all part of a wedding party.
There were ten couples and they all were in their late twenties to earlier thirties I guessed. They all seemed to turn and take in the sight of us as we entered the lobby. I must admit that in our robes and slippers we were a bit of a sight. It felt like walking across that lobby took forever but I am sure it was really only a handful of seconds or so.
Even as I struggled to shield my eyes as we walked the thirty feet or so across the lobby, I couldn't help but notice that the intense sunlight completely overmatched the opacity of the thin robes. I realized this because I could actually see the crack of my wife's shapely ass as we walked. As this hit me several things came to me at once.
The first was that I should cover my dick as it might be visible swinging away between my legs. However, the overlapping material and the belts ends hanging down had me covered on this front. This thought was quickly followed by the thought that my wife's pussy would be similarly protected from view. But finally, I realized that her breasts, which were pushing hard against the fabric, must be even more apparent.
As we approached the door to the hallway on the other side of the lobby I again scooted ahead to get the door. The chivalry aspect was now completely on the back burner as I mostly wanted to see what view my lovely wife had just provided the wedding party. As I opened the door and took in the last few seconds before my wife entered the darker hallway I was treated to the view she has just unwittingly provided ten strange men and their wives and or girlfriends.
And what a sight it was. In the full sunlight not only were the nubs of her nipples visible as the poked against the fabric, but now the entirety of her darker areolas were clearly visible. The stirring that had begun in my groin as I had followed my wife in her robe, was now blossoming into a full erection. Unfortunately a robe is completely the wrong outfit for sporting a woody. But I couldn't help it. I was totally turned on by wife hot wife and the accidental display of her breasts.
As we began down the hall, she said something like "Well, that was kind of embarrassing."
