Spa Time in Winter

Living in a colder climate, my wife and I love to book a room at the local spa gardens.  They are themed rooms with a large open air hot tub in a privately walled garden.

This night, after a nice steak meal we arrived at the spa gardens and took our room.  We didn’t bring any swimming costumes, as this is usually an “all-natural” experience being that it is private.

As we slipped in I couldn’t stop staring at my beautiful bride, the woman I’ve loved for 16 years and shared my life with.  As much as I loved the times with her, right now the sight of her naked body was filling me with desire.  Her breasts were full and round and swam among the bubbles of the spa.  Her mound was shaved in a stripe that I would have loved to trace with my tongue. However we just held each other close and softly kissed.  She didn’t seem particularly aroused so I tried just to enjoy being close… which I certainly did.  But I couldn’t fight the hunger that was rising the longer I looked at her.

“I’m so hot for you I can barely control it” I whispered to her.  “It’s probably just the spa”, she giggled and pushed away from me.  “Maybe later you won’t have to control yourself”.

I guessed from that response that she wasn’t interested in fooling around in the spa and wanted to wait till we got home.  While I was somewhat disappointed, it was so good to be without the kids and alone together. I just wanted to enjoy our time and I was prepared to defer my sexual agenda for the sake of our time together.

She was kneeling down on the other side of the spa (this is probably an 8 person one) so I waded over and began to rub her shoulders.  She spoke words of encouragement as I kneaded her neck and shoulders with my hands for close to five minutes. I had no intent other that to give her pleasure in a non-sexual way.

As the massage became more intense she threw her head back towards my shoulder.  That made it more difficult to rub her shoulders but exposed her breasts.  I took that sign and began to caress her nipples.  They were so stiff from the cool outside air but I couldn’t help but begin to fantasize that she was aroused.  I pulled closer to her and now my thighs were against hers and my penis was up against her buttocks as I imagined what it would be like to be inside her – feeling her against me as I thrust into her from behind.  All the while I was rubbing her breasts and she was giving me moans of encouragement.

Suddenly the moans became louder and more intense.  I thought it was because of the way I was rubbing her breast but little did I knew that my wife had found an up jet and was using the water to stimulate and arouse herself.  As I heard her getting closer to climax, my fantasy suddenly became reality.  I moved lower and entered her from behind just as she was releasing. We thrust against each other as she screamed with passion – her buttocks slapping against me with each wave of orgasm.  I filled her with love so quickly just the way I had imagined not more than a few minutes before.

As we collapsed together, we talked about how I wanted to put her needs first, which I thought meant not being sexual.  She wanted to put my needs first so she sought out a place to begin arousing herself.  Isn’t that what good marriages are about…deferring yourself and putting your partner first and in the end everyone wins.