A Steamy Encounter

This is a fairly tame, risqué story involving unexpected nudity. If you are looking for stories that involve sex, infidelity or swinging, this is probably not for you. It is more suitable for couples to enjoy together.

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Groupon emails for vacation deals show up in my mailbox all the time. Since we really don't have the money for an elaborate vacation, I usually just ignore these. Then one day, an offer caught my eye as I recognized a hotel in Lake Tahoe we once stayed at as a young family.

January had been unseasonably warm this year in California. Ski season ended early and the usual vacation crowds wouldn't begin to arrive until spring break or summer. To keep the hotel operational in the meantime, the Lake Tahoe Lakeshore Hotel offered a deal that was too good to pass up. Four days, three nights for $100, first 25 reservations only!

Checking the calendar, I saw that Tara had a 3-day weekend in a few weeks. We love the beauty and tranquility of Lake Tahoe; the mountains, crystal clear lake and attractions so it took little effort to convince Tara to take the preceding Friday off. We successfully snared one of the Groupon deals and made our plans for some much-needed time together, just the two of us.

It is about an 8-hour drive from So Cal to Lake Tahoe so we got an early start. Breakfast was a drive-thru and we grabbed lunch along the way at a small restaurant adjacent to the freeway. We eventually pulled into the hotel parking lot around 3:00 pm. The parking lot was so empty we began to wonder if they went out of business. The hotel staff informed us that the early end to ski season left the hotel between seasons, with only regulars and business people attending meetings, seminars or visiting clients, so the hotel was nearly empty and almost totally deserted during the day.

We settled into our room then shortly after went out in search of a restaurant for dinner. We found a great little local restaurant that served the best trout dish I think we ever had!

We returned to the hotel to scope out the facilities, remembering from our past stay years earlier that they had a gym with lockers and showers, pool and Jacuzzi and a large sauna. The tennis court at the country club across the street was available for use to hotel guests and complimentary lessons were included in our package.

I remembered that the sauna was coed, but this didn't mean nude, (damn!). This just meant there was a door into the sauna from both the men's and woman's locker room and it was shared. Well posted signs stated NO NUDITY. BATHING SUITS OR TOWELS REQUIRED.

We decided to make use of the gym. Tara discovered they also had Yoga sessions available at 3 pm and 7 pm. She spoke with the Yoga instructor and they hit it off right away. Liz, the Yoga instructor, urged us to attend her 7 pm session so that it wouldn't get canceled. She offered us privacy and personal instruction if we helped her. As it turned out, we were the only attendees. Liz and Tara were able to get me to commit to trying it. The opportunity to learn Yoga with few or no other people around appealed to me.

After Yoga, we changed into our suits in the locker room and enjoyed the pool and Jacuzzi all to ourselves. The workout and Jacuzzi helped to unknot some of my back muscles sore from the long drive. I convinced Tara to meet me in the sauna next. I undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist, set the temperature to a level that I thought Tara could better tolerate, and entered the sauna to wait for her.

She entered from the woman's locker room, wrapped in a towel. I, of course, tried teasing her into giving me a flash only to have her reveal that she was wearing her one-piece bathing suit underneath her towel. No amount of pleading resulted in her showing me any skin, despite the sauna having no other occupants the entire time.

We showered and as we headed back to our room, the hotel manager asked us how we were enjoying our stay. We explained that we were really enjoying ourselves and remarked how nice the facilities were and yet how deserted they were. She smiled and explained, once again, that this weekend, most, if not all, of the few other guests were working, attending seminars and meetings during the day and hitting the restaurants and casinos during the evening hours. She encouraged us to take full advantage of all of the facilities during the day. Kind of like our own private resort!

We scheduled a tennis lesson for the next afternoon, then went up to the room, changed and visited the local casinos for a little gambling and a few drinks.

The next morning, we hiked to Vikingholm and Emerald Isle. We wanted to do the hike in the morning before it got too hot. We then returned for our tennis lesson. At our lesson, the tennis instructor asked us if we would mind if another solo guest from the hotel could participate in our lesson. Assuring him that we didn't mind, we were introduced to Barry.

Barry was middle-aged. I guessed his age was probably around the late 40s, early 50s, some graying around the temples but with a full head of hair unlike many men his age. He had an athletic build and was a little shorter than me. Talking between sets, I discovered that he was a divorced liquor salesman from Sacramento working the casinos for some additional business. As I related what I had learned about our tennis partner, Tara remarked "he's attractive too!" I swatted her on her ass and we continued our lesson.

Hot and sweaty, we headed over to the hotel, had a quick shower together then changed into our gym clothes for some quick cardio before Yoga. Once again, we were the only ones in the gym until Liz arrived for our Yoga session. She was genuinely pleased to see that we kept our promise and showed up, giving us each an enthusiastic hug. I had to admit, Liz put me at ease, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I wasn't as uncomfortable or embarrassed as I expected to be. After the session, my endorphins must have been triggered because I felt terrific!

We now settled into our new routine, visiting the sights around Lake Tahoe, returning in the afternoon to take advantage of the workout room, pool, Jacuzzi and sauna while the hotel was empty. After first checking to confirm the sauna and locker room were empty, I begged her to come into the sauna wearing only a towel.

I sat on the top row against the wall. She came in and sat on the row below me. She complained the top row was just too hot! Tara quickly ended my suspense and opened her towel and shook her bare boobs at me. I was a little disappointed when I saw that she had just lowered her one-piece top down to her waist. Well, I did have to concede that this was a major concession for her. Tara is shy and very self-conscious about nudity of any sort.

We both laid our towels out on the sauna benches, me completely nude and Tara, remaining topless. She further surprised me by walking down to pour more water on the hot stones, still topless, leaving her towel back on her bench. She smiled as she turned and saw the immediate effect this had on me, as evidenced by my sudden erection. We kissed and fondled each other until we decided it was time to go to our respective shower rooms to shower, dress and head back to the room to get ready to go out to a nice restaurant.

Tara seemed to have decided to relax some of her inhibitions. She came out of the bedroom wearing a summery dress with open shoulders for dinner, nothing too short or revealing, or so I thought until she flipped up the skirt, revealing a sexy, red G-string. She proceeded to inform me that because the dress would show bra straps, she wasn't wearing one. After a few exploratory gropes in the car, Tara issued a stern warning that if I didn't behave myself at the restaurant this would never happen AGAIN!

Tara drew quite a few admiring glances from other men while we waited to be seated. At first, she seemed a little insecure and embarrassed by the attention. Slowly, she began to genuinely enjoy the effect she was having on them and somehow her eventual acceptance of her newly rediscovered sex appeal made her even more attractive! We enjoyed another terrific meal and returned to our room only to quickly fall asleep, exhausted from our day.

The following morning, we put on our bathing suits and went down to the hotel's beach. We soon found that the water was as cold as ice despite the warm temperature of the air. Instead, we walked along the shoreline for a while before deciding to change and take another hike recommended by the front desk.

We hiked for a few hours along some gorgeous trails. The day was warm, and the air was fragrant with pine and wild sage. I secretly fantasized that we would stumble upon a secluded mountain pool where I would convince Tara to skinnydip. Alas, in real life these fantasy opportunities rarely happen.

We grabbed a late lunch and returned to the hotel. This was our last night in the hotel before making the long drive back home in the morning, so we decided to take advantage of the hotel's facilities one final time. We only had a short time for some cardio before Yoga began. Afterwards, we said goodbye to Liz, thanked her, gave her a generous tip, then hit the pool, skipping the Jacuzzi this time.

This time, as Tara entered the sauna from the women's lockers, the mischievous smile on her face aroused my suspicion, soon confirmed by a quick flash of her towel, that Tara had gone full "au naturel" for our last night. As we talked about the events of the day Tara followed my lead, removing her towel completely laying it flat on the bench directly below me and sitting on it. We had not seen a single other guest use the gym, yoga, pool or sauna our whole visit so this may have given her a little courage to take a chance and be a little adventurous and spontaneous.

I could tell that she was still on her guard and listening for the sounds of any other people. Eventually, the satisfying day, yoga and the sauna appeared to do their magic and I could see Tara physically begin to relax and let go. I asked her to throw some water on the stones for a little more steam, (Just so I could watch her cute ass as she walked). To my pleasant surprise, she immediately stood up and walked down to the water bucket, completely bare and without taking her towel.

At this point, I should probably describe my wife a bit. She is petite, around 5'2 - 5'3", weighs about 115 pounds and is 62 years old. Please don't get the idea she is some gray-haired, grandmotherly type though! She has shoulder length, honey-brown hair, very attractive, if I do say myself, with a nice shape. She doesn't have a 20-year old's body with small boy ass. What she does have are soft curves, a smooth, round butt and smallish, perky, 34B cup breasts that still show no evidence of sagging. Most people would guess her age to be early 40's, at best.

For reasons I will never understand, Tara never saw her own exceptional beauty. Also, as most women grow older, they start to doubt their desirability, sexuality, and beauty. To an older wife, a husband's compliments and reassurance only means he wants sex. It must also be noted that Tara is quite shy, demure and by most definitions, a prude.

Back to our story now. As Tara turned to pour water on the hot stones, the door to the men's locker room silently opened. With the hiss of the water hitting the hot stones masking his entrance, our tennis partner from a day earlier, Barry, slipped in and immediately stepped up the bench and sat down on Tara's towel.

As she turned back around, she saw Barry and froze like a rabbit in the headlights for what seemed like minutes but was actually only seconds. She suddenly seemed to remember that she was completely nude and used her arm and hands to cover her breasts and pussy. Quickly backing up into the door to the woman's locker room she pushed on the door. IT DIDN'T OPEN! Turning around, giving Barry and me an unobstructed view of her ass, she tried to push the door open.

Barry commented that, on the way in, he had noticed that the hotel had closed the woman's locker room for some kind of maintenance, an overflowed toilet or something, he believed. Covering herself up again and turning back around to face us, she pleaded, "BURKE, GIVE ME A TOWEL!"

As I began to get off my towel to hand it to her, Barry grabbed my shoulder and said, "Hold on! Don't be too hasty! This is a rare opportunity here. Situations, such as this one, are rare occurrences. The Scandinavians and Europeans commonly share the sauna nude. What harm would it be to allow a lonely, old bachelor the sight of a very beautiful, nude woman? Besides, I've already seen you naked!" Suddenly, Barry stood up, pulled his swim shorts down and off then proclaimed, "Fair is fair! Now we are all naked"! Tara stood there, not sure what to do in this unexpected situation, just staring at Barry's trim nude body, saying nothing.

I broke the spell by suggesting to Tara that we just relax and go with it. Her furrowed brow indicated that she wasn't entirely convinced. Then, without saying an additional word, she gave an almost imperceptible shrug, dropped her arm from across her breasts and while still covering her pussy, walked up to the second row opposite us and sat down. I couldn't have even fantasized about a situation like this. Here was my wife, Tara, nude in a sauna, with myself and another naked stranger. She sat, opposite us, with her knees up in front of her chest, legs tightly together and arms wrapped around her knees, but naked none-the-less.

Barry and I began to chat a bit with Tara eventually joining into the conversation. Barry was quite charming, non-threatening and frequently offered compliments about how beautiful Tara was and how he hoped I realized what a lucky man I was.

Tara was still looking mildly embarrassed and trying to meet Barry's eyes as she chatted to him - while darting little glances down to the swollen distraction between his legs. I even caught Tara surreptitiously checking him out as his back was to her while he went down to pour some more water on the stones.

Apparently, feeling more comfortable with the situation, she turned and sat on the bench with her hands placed on the bench at her sides. As we continued to talk she appeared to gradually lose the last reservations she had about being naked.

Tara asked if either of us knew why there were leafy branches stacked in the corner on the first row. Barry explained that they were called "vihta,"- a bunch of birch branches you dip in water and with which you then gently flagellate yourself. This is not as kinky as it sounds - it stimulates the circulation, opens the pores and gives a fresh aroma.

Barry stood up and retrieved a handful of the branches, dipped them in the water and directed Tara to lay face down on the top bench. With only a brief hesitation, she complied. He then lightly, slapped her back, backside, thighs and calves with the vihta. Observing Tara's face, she had this peaceful, serene look on it so I knew she was enjoying the treatment - and attention!

I thought Barry had pushed it too far when he asked her to turn over on her back so he could do her front but, to my surprise, she did so immediately. No mystery left; she was certainly aware that her entire naked body was open to his review. He complimented her, again, on how beautiful and desirable her body was. I chuckled a little when I heard her thank him for the compliment.

Here was my shy, inhibited wife actually thanking a naked stranger for complimenting her on her exposed, nude body! Barry resumed his flagellation, brushing his semi-erect penis along her arm while she pretended not to notice.

"My turn now!" Barry said huskily. He helped Tara up and took her place laying face down on the bench. Standing over him, hiding nothing now, she struck his back, ass, and thighs with the vihta, (She did seem to spend more time than necessary on his butt, though that might be just me getting a little jealous that Tara seemed to be admiring his muscular ass). As Barry turned over, it was evident that he was sincere in his appreciation of her body. He sported a rather large erection. Following Tara's stare, Barry looked down and then apologized for his aroused state. Tara just laughed and playfully gave it a quick flick with the vihta. That seemed to take the starch out of it!

A final caress of the vihta on Barry's cock caused a renewed arousal and signaled the end of his treatment and, curling her index finger at me, signified that I should take his place.

Tara was just completed my back and backside with the wet vihta when two, powerfully built young men walked in wearing trunks with their towels slung over their shoulders. We were so engrossed in our little adventure that we hadn't considered the possibility that someone else might walk in. I was rather surprised Tara didn't drop and cover. Instead, she just turned her head and looked at them. The two young men quickly apologized and backed out of the sauna.

We realized this meant our sauna time was at an end. They might be reporting us to the front desk at this moment! Before we could act, the two young men returned, towels slung over their shoulders but now minus their trunks. Apparently, they had decided that this was the norm for the sauna.

Tara's aborted my vihta treatment, sat down and blatantly stared at our two young, nude intruders. They were both handsome, probably early to mid '30s, with bodies you'd expect to find on Greek statues.

They crossed the room and took the top bench just above Tara so they could have the best view, no doubt. Tara was a little uncomfortable on the lower bench since she was pretty much eye level with their groins, so she laid down on her stomach while joining in the conversation.

The conversation was started by the larger young man asking where everyone was from. We each made our introductions. The two gave me an impression of military bearing so I asked them if they were soldiers. They replied, "Yes, we're Navy Seals on a short leave".

We learned that the young man with tattoos on his right arm and side was Jeff. He was from Pueblo, Colorado and the larger Seal was Chase, a local boy, having lived in Lake Tahoe and Truckee his whole life.

In fact, Chase's family had been here for many generations. The family still retained the family homestead, in a small valley of about 450 acres with a fair-sized lake of its own. He had brought his close buddy Jeff to do some hiking on the property and to evaluate the old homestead that had fallen into serious disrepair due to generations of neglect. With some help from Jeff and some friends, Chase hoped to rebuild the large family cabin and improve the property so he could eventually live there.

Tara and I shared our hiking stories with them, and I even quipped about wanting to skinnydip. Chase invited us to join Jeff and him on the trip to the property.

"The homestead is in a private valley, nearly invisible behind old-growth pines and birch. While Jeff and I review the cabin, I could direct you to a few beautiful hikes on the property and you could swim in the lake in absolute privacy, without fear of prying eyes".

He explained that the rocky hills surrounding the valley were steep and loose so climbing them is very dangerous. This served as a natural barrier against unwanted trespassers. The neighbors, actually tenants, at the head of the valley guarded their private and secluded enclave, and Chase's family property, jealousy. It sounded wonderful, unfortunately, we explained, we were had to leave in the morning for the long drive back to home.

It seemed surreal... my wife, who had only been seen naked by myself and her doctors for several decades, was here, sitting in the buff, having a very friendly conversation surrounded by four nude men like it was a backyard barbeque.