A visit to a mid-week art gallery opening had stimulated our cultural appreciation and the free wine on offer had relaxed us both. We stopped off at a bar after viewing the art and were enjoying the warmth of the evening and the impact the alcohol was having on the stress levels we had both built up during the first three workdays of the week.
We sat on bar stools by the window, looking out across the deserted street. A sad neon light flashed out temptation to the late night lonely, inviting them to enjoy the pleasures available at 'Anita's Sauna and Spa'.
Leza observed that business was obviously slow for Anita as she had seen only one potential customer succumb to the neon invite. Leza wondered aloud what the customer was now experiencing.
As we debated the potential debauchery taking place across the street we observed an older male furtively enter, soon followed by a couple of likely lads, obviously buoyed up with after-work Dutch courage.
"Imagine working in there and having to cater for any yob that comes through the door" Leza observed. "Do you think they can refuse if the guy does not turn them on?"
I suggested that the ladies that worked at Anita's were probably not there to relate to their customers and that they simply shut down their emotions and went into a sort of trance until business was over and they could return to normality.
Leza disagreed and claimed no woman could have sex without becoming very much involved, even if it was with a stranger or someone she detested. Due to conversations that I have had with Leza since our marriage 22 years earlier, I had to accept that she was probably in a much better position than I, to pass judgement on this issue. (Hopefully you will learn more of our past in later postings.)
"Would you like to visit Anita's?" Leza suddenly asked.
"Of course not, why should I? I've got you, I get all the sex I can cope with"
"But don't you wonder what a different woman would be like, just for a change?"
Leza was obviously fantasising about the sexual adventures that could be occurring in Anita's fine establishment. I was well aware of this facet of Leza's personality. She loved to allow her imagination to stir her libido, especially when a few wines were tingling her nethers.
Two drinks later and Leza suddenly suggested, "why don't we go and see what Anita has to offer?"
Following discussion and some serious argument (primarily on my part), we ended up at Anitas's. The well groomed, middle aged woman at reception was totally professional and explained that we could hire a room, which gave full access to both sauna and spa pool, but that should we require the services of her "lovely attendants" we would need to pay an additional fee!
We took the room, which consisted of a hard-looking slab of a double bed with tastefully folded white towels and a cheap easy chair. I noted that this had nylon stocking tethers attached to each side arm! A couple of canes were in a stand beside the chair! All very kinky, I thought.
Leza was on a definite high and was immediately naked and sitting on the chair with legs splayed across each arm rest. Her sex was on display and obviously wet and willing. I responded to her blatant offering by stripping and embarking on some serious fingering.
We could have fingered, wanked, sucked and fucked, our combined way to sexual satisfaction, but it was obvious that we both expected a bit more of this evening's adventure. Leza was fully into the fantasy of the situation and was responding with breathless enthusiasm to my every request.
"Come on, lets have a sauna" I suggested.
We both wrapped towels around our bodies. At first, Leza tried to cover herself fully with her towel, but I insisted she tie it around her hips so that her tits were proudly exposed. I then lead her out of our room in search of the sauna. The corridors were dark. We took a wrong turn and suddenly found ourselves in the reception area. (Three males gawped at Leza's large, swaying boobs and immediately decided that this was the place for them!)
Giggling, Leza backed off and we soon located the sauna. It was dimly lit and deserted. A narrow room with four tiers of pine benches down each side. I poured some scented water over the hot plate by the door and we sat naked on our towels enjoying the warmth. Leza leant back against me so that I could play with her body. With one hand I teased a nipple, while the other rubbed her smooth pussy. Much to my delight, Leza had recently taken to removing all her pubic hair. She used a dilapidating cream, to ensure her skin was totally smooth and did not get bristly after a couple of days.
