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.
We were both very much aroused and Leza had her legs splayed to give two of my fingers easy access to her slippery vagina. She was using the ends of her nails to scratch my swollen knob and tease the opening of my urethra.
Suddenly the door to the sauna opened. A balding male who must have been well over 60, led in a pretty Thai girl who could have still been a teenager. Both wore towels, his stretched over a large paunch which was covered by a mat of grey hairs that extended up over his flabby chest. Very dark nipples topped his partner's proud, firm breasts. They were quite large, but did not match Leza's for size.
"Mind if we join you?" the male asked. "Sure" replied Leza, who had closed her legs when the couple had entered, but had made no effort to cover herself. The new arrivals spread their towels on the bench opposite us and made themselves comfortable. The old man, who introduced himself as Claude, was soon busying himself with the body of his young lady. His hands rubbed her boobs, squeezing them and pinching the nipples, then he moved down to her bum, feeling it tightness and then playing with the small patch of hair above her plump little crease. Leza and I went back to gentle cuddling and playing but I was aware that Claude was openly ogling my naked wife. I should have been concerned or upset I guess, but his obvious interest in my wife, even though he had a much younger woman to play with, was quite exciting.
Several years earlier, when our two children were much younger, I had watched Leza with another man. Than had been the culmination of a long, slow seduction and we were both prepared for the event. The current situation had come out of a chance stop-off at a late-night bar.
Claude was also finding the situation exciting. When he had first sat down, his limp penis and heavy ball bag had hang dismally over the edge of the seat. His penis still pointed to the floor, but it had grown considerably in length and girth.
"I haven't seen you here before." Claude blurted out. I was about to explain our situation when Leza replied "I'm new here, moved up from the south recently." What was my naughty wife playing at I wondered. I soon found out.
"Been in this game long then?" Claude asked.
"Off and on, as they say, for some time. As you can see I'm no spring chicken."
The young lady with Claude grinned and gave us a wink to show she was aware of Leza's game, but was happy to play along.
Claude continued the pursuit. "But you're lovely and you have a fantastic body. Those tits look so suckable and I adore smooth pussies" Leza muttered a demure "thank you kind sir," thrust her tits towards Claude and gave them a shake. I noticed her legs parted slightly, giving him a clearer view of her moist folds in the dim light that we were all now well adjusted to.
