Don't like any references to women in male only saunas? Then I suggest reading another story, regardless of how hot this first time bathhouse woman was.
The two Mixed Bathhouse group sex stories omitted some details, mainly because a certain type of male reader reflexively rejects anything they consider gay, using an absurdly broad definition. To the extent that one can almost wonder if the idea of two men having sex with a woman means that the only way such a man can keep from thinking themselves gay if they have zero contact with the other man. A major reason why the description of all three stories involves the need for a bisexual section at Literotica. Because it is equally true some gay men want nothing to do with sharing a woman either.
There are two chapters, this detailing what was left out in the first Mixed Bathhouse Chapter 1 story and the second chapter concerns various thoughts beforehand, some more than a year old, before that first visit.
Normally, I try to describe what happens within a bathhouse as close to reality and memory as possible, but some straight men can have serious hang ups, and in truth this mixed day visit was primarily about curiosity involving women at the baths. With the hope that a woman there would be open to a bathhouse's reality, involving sex with a large number of strangers. Most women, most the time, do not find much appeal in group sex with strangers. This was certainly the case of the only woman I really talked to about the baths. She certainly enjoyed the stories, but could not imagine herself acting with such freedom.
A freedom that started by approaching a female stranger in the showers, not even realizing she was a woman at first, surrounded as she was by men acting in typical bathhouse fashion. The thrill of recognizing her sluttiness even before recognizing she was a woman was incredible. Stepping closer after observing for a bit, seeing how turned on she was. A man was behind her, hands on her hips, moving in a way that made plain he was riding her, though not necessarily inside her. I had condoms and poppers in my left hand, a hindrance to reaching out to play with her breast when it became briefly available.
Watching, touching my growing cock, already thinking this was what had drawn me to this bathhouse on this day. Knowing that it was still a bathhouse, a place where sex is openly and explicitly available. Including the ability to indulge in group sex, with watching and participating strangers. Direct sex, with everyone inside already undressed.
He took a hand off her hip, reaching for my willing cock, making me sigh at the first touch, looking at a naked woman with incredibly sexy large breasts as a stranger began stroking my length. She moved away from the group to stand under a shower head, starting to soap herself. The man and I continued to fall under the addictively familiar spell of bathhouse sex, two men with hard cocks letting mutual desire carry us forward. Unconcerned at who might see, beginning to kiss his neck.
His cock felt amazing after being between her legs, with a slipperiness I had never felt before with a man. Pre-cum is magically addictive, and one reason the baths are so wonderful, but this was something else as he stroked our cocks together. At the time, I thought it must have been her own natural lubrication, but later on considering her care using a condom, it seemed unlikely. Nonetheless, there was no doubt his cock had been between her thighs, and from the way she had been moving, very likely sliding over her slit.
Meaning that my cock was against another cock that had just been touching a woman's cunt in a bathhouse, a place where men having sex with each other is normal. A cunt that was visible as she soaped it next to us, her foot placed on the wall. She could see what we were doing just as we could see her, nothing hidden. This was my first time having male sex in front of a woman, looking at her soapy sexy naked body. A woman who had already enjoyed the hard cock mine was playing with.
She left, but there was no way that I was going to stop letting a stranger stroke my length against his, with a steam bath at hand. When he stopped, instead of replacing his hand, I turned and went into the steam room, hoping he would follow, pausing and glancing back at the entrance, a definite invitation.
