We woke up the next day and lay in bed, snuggling and talking about what happened the night before. We were both naked and the sun was streaming in through the open patio door. Stacy got out of bed, walked over to the doorway and stretched, her body silhouetted by the bright sun. She walked out onto the patio and looked off to the side, towards Bri and Dario's villa.
"Nothing moving over there," she said, looking back at me. "I guess they're tired out from last night as well."
I was so caught up in the sight of my naked wife that I didn't respond. She walked back into the bedroom and pulled back my covers. My cock was sticking straight up. She leaned in and I thought I was about to get the best blowjob of my life. She took me in her hands, pulled the head toward her mouth and gave it a little kiss.
"Very nice," she said. "But I'm going for a swim now before the pool gets crowded. Join me if you get yourself under control."
She dropped my cock, turned and walked out the door, completely naked.
I marveled at how far she had come in only a few days. This was my reserved, conservative wife walking to the resort pool without a stitch of clothes or a care in the world. This is the same woman that wouldn't even let me see her get dressed at home. This was Mrs. Lights Out Only Sex. Most women can't wait to take off their bras when they get home; Stacy kept hers on all night because she didn't like how her breasts swayed without support.
I thought about throwing on my suit, but instead just grabbed a couple of towels and went out to find her. She was already in the water, lazily floating towards the shady side.
Luckily, the pool deck was empty except for a couple sitting on the far end, working on their tans. They were both naked and laying on their stomachs so it took a second before I realized it was two guys. "These guys are in for a show," I thought to myself, looking at my naked wife in the pool. About a second later, I realized the show might be me. I slid into the water next to Stacy.
"Hey, we can't be in here too long," I said to her. "We have that couples' massage later."
"I know, I know," she said. "I'm looking forward to it. I hope we get a couple of hot Swedish guys or something. Mmmm, the thought of them putting their hands all over my body..."
She closed her eyes imagining the sensation.
"Uh, I'm not sure I'd enjoy that," I said. "Why does it have to be guys? And why TWO of them?"
"Well, there's two of us," Stacy said, motioning back and forth between us, rolling her eyes like that was the dumbest question in the world. "What, do you think there's one masseuse jumping back and forth between us?"
In fairness, I've never had a massage, so I had no idea what to expect. Stacy had been to one of those chain places a few times with her mom, so that was probably the least sensual thing in the world.
"I was kind of hoping for, like, a hot Asian chick or something," I said, making a little pouty face.
"Dude, you have the wrong idea about what's going to happen," Stacy said. "This is a nice resort. This isn't going to be some rub-and-tug thing." She looked at me like I was a pervert.
"Well, I, uh," I stammered. "I just thought..." I guess I thought the rest of the week was going to be a non-stop fuckfest.
"You thought what? You're just going to fuck some girl right in front of me?" Stacy was legitimately angry now. "That is the LAST thing that's going to happen."
"No, I... I mean... last night..." I was in trouble here. Somehow the water had turned icy cold and my balls were trying to bury themselves inside my body for warmth. Shrinkage was a real thing.
"You sound like a fucking moron," Stacy said. She hopped out of the pool, grabbed both towels, wrapped them around her body and stormed off. I had to get out and walk off naked, freezing my ass off.
As I turned the corner out of the pool area, I caught a glimpse of the two guys on the far end. They had turned over and were watching our fight. They were both shaved and had the biggest cocks I had ever seen. They looked me up and down, their eyes lingering on my water-shrunken penis. They turned to each other with pursed lips, shaking their heads in disappointment.
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We got to the resort spa a few minutes before our appointment and I was still freezing, both from the pool and Stacy's icy mood. The reception area opened into a large atrium, complete with a decorative pool, palms and plenty of natural lighting. One side of the pool was enclosed by a rock wall and formed a little grotto. A waterfall partially obscured the entrance.
The receptionist showed us to the couples' suite, which in turn led to the sauna, hot tub and steam room. Two massage tables were positioned in the center of the room, and a set of privacy screens flanked the walls. The room was dimly lit and a few candles perfumed the air. There was an open bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, along with some chocolate-covered strawberries. I poured two glasses of champagne and offered one to Stacy. She accepted, threw it back like a shot, and set the glass down.
With a "don't bother following me" look, Stacy stepped behind one of the screens. She emerged a few minutes later wearing one of the fluffy white robes. I had a hopeful look on my face.
"Are you getting changed?" she asked with a hint of annoyance. I abandoned hope and stepped behind my own screen.
"Hey, am I supposed to get naked?" I half-whispered to Stacy.
