The Naturist Spa

The Love Of My Life: The Naturist Spa

This is a standalone chapter from my ongoing romance novel about life with my gorgeous wife, Sarah. In this scene, we're 19 years old, married for three years, and about to take our first steps into the world of open sexuality...

"There it is!" Sarah pointed out of the car window, which was halfway down, slight drizzle coming in on this grey British afternoon. She'd had the window open for a minute or two as we had driven around some back streets looking for our location, and her light fair hair was slightly damp at the sides, as was her side of the car!

Sarah, like me, was 19, and unlike me, she was 5'8". She sat cross-legged snugly in the passenger seat, holding a notebook and pen and wearing tight blue jeans, a faded pink t-shirt and was wrapped in her red ankle-length coat with a loose muted red scarf around her neck. She looked around, and seeing no cars, directed me to slow down.

Obedient to my navigator, I did so as she studied the written directions in her notebook. "Take first right, look for spaces, if none take either left or right at the end, you will find a space." She read out the somewhat vague parking instructions she had written down when first calling the spa.

"Over there." She pointed to a space I had already seen. With no cars behind me, I comfortably reversed into the space, switched off the engine, and looked at Sarah. She grinned back at me, took my face in both her hands and asked me, "You sure, hubby?" Her face was lit up, soft breath on my face, eyes sparkling. My wife was gorgeous.

"If you're sure, then I'm sure. I want to see you naked, showing that pussy to everyone, I want to see you orgasm... I wanna show my fucking gorgeous wife off to everyone... Maybe more."

"Maybe..." she replied, and leaned awkwardly across the gear stick, and gave me one of her wild wet kisses that started at my mouth and would involve my face and neck and would be full of deep love. I reciprocated.

After a few seconds she pushed me away. "More inside, big boy."

We locked the car and walked holding hands towards the spa, maybe one hundred meters away at the bottom of the road. Hands held gently, the drizzle of the rain cool against our skin, we were both feeling massive sexual anticipation of what may or may not happen...

With a light drizzle of English rain on us, we walked down the road, which was a normal backstreet type to be found anywhere in the UK--unobtrusive houses consisting of regular three-up, two-down terraces. We reached the spa, which seemed to be three houses that had been knocked through at some point. The only indication being a small sign: Bristol Spa, with the opening hours listed. I tried the door handle, but it was locked. Sarah, ignoring my lack of attention, pushed the bell that had a small sign above it: please ring for entry.

We stood waiting. A few seconds later, the door opened, and a smart-looking lady peeked around with a warm smile. She had brown hair tied in a neat bun, twinkling green eyes, and looked to be in her mid-forties. Dressed in a crisp white doctor's-style coat, she said, "Hello, can I help you?"

Sarah took the lead and gave a cheery, "Hi! We phoned, said we were coming." The staff member smiled back, introduced herself as Annie, and beckoned us inside. We were here. The Bristol Spa Naturist Resort.

***

We entered a small corridor, dimly lit but friendly, with warm pastel colours and some prints on the wall for décor. Directly in front was a small hole in the wall which led to a reception-style room. To the right of the corridor was a door that Annie opened. Looking back at us, she said, "Two seconds," and walked through, closing the door behind herself.

She quickly appeared at the reception desk and smiled. "So your first visit then? I'll show you around the place and you can see where everything is. That will be twenty-two pounds, please." I handed over the entrance fee, which Annie rang into a cash register. She then left the counter and came back out of the door carrying two white towels.

We followed her down the corridor towards the end, where there were two more doors, one to the left and one to the right. She opened the door to the left, and we walked into an empty locker room--maybe around forty lockers, some with keys attached to rubber wristbands. A wooden bench sat in the middle of the room.

"If you get undressed here, pick any locker, and you can either give me the key--save you walking around with it--or of course, you're welcome to walk around with it. Pop the towels on for now whilst I show you around."

I wondered if she was going to stay and watch us undress. I was already extremely stiff, and a bit of the exhibitionist in me was feeling very welcome.

Sarah, being Sarah, picked up on my thought process, and being an exhibitionist herself, started to make small talk with Annie as she sat on the bench pulling off her jeans and socks. Annie stood by the door, chatting back and I wondered if she was enjoying Sarah's now bare legs as much as I was. I followed suit, fully undressing. My cock, which was already ginormous, grew even bigger--somehow!

Sarah stood up, knickers and t-shirt still on. She pulled her knickers down, bending her ass over directly in front of Annie, and then she pulled her t-shirt over her head, she wasn't wearing a bra, she rarely did. Her perfect white skin, beautiful, perky breasts, and smooth pussy were on display to me and Annie.

The small talk continued as we both shoved our clothes into one locker, not bothering to fold them, wrapped ourselves in towels, and handed Annie the locker key. We then followed her out of the room, across the corridor, and into the spa itself.

***

We walked into a fairly large, warmly lit, low-ceilinged room with plastic white chairs and tables littered around. Decorative pictures adorned the walls, and a table full of newspapers and magazines sat in one corner. Around ten or so people were sitting on the chairs--a couple sharing a toasty, others drinking teas, coffees, and a couple of others looked like they were drinking vodkas.

At one end of the room was a small serving area that had a variety of drinks and a wall menu offering such delights as fish and chips, jacket potatoes, toasties, etc.

Elsewhere, a pile of clean towels, all neatly folded. "If you need another towel, just grab one--they're scattered around the place--and pop your old one in one of the baskets," said Annie.

She walked us through a door at the other end of the café room, and we entered a small corridor with a staircase going up and down. She led us downwards and we came to an open area--a small swimming pool in front of us, a sauna to the right, an open shower block and a corridor that led to another sauna, and also two jacuzzis, which were bubbling away with maybe four people in them.

Annie explained that the pool was an ice pool for use after the sauna to cool down. Sarah liked the idea. I didn't. She was one of those nutters who would swim in the sea in January!

A further jacuzzi came into view, this one slightly bigger and currently housing two people. As we walked, we noticed that the people were all wearing towels. Somewhat bemused, Sarah mentioned this to Annie, who replied, "It's a case of do what you want--walk naked or walk with a towel on. It is surprising though how many people choose to walk from the jacuzzi to the shower with their towels wrapped around them, given we're a naturist spa!"

She led us back to the door and took us to the top of the building--two flights of stairs. We walked out into another corridor. Annie held the door open for us but didn't enter. "This is a private area. We staff don't come in here except to clean."

She indicated we should poke our heads around. "There are five rooms to the side, each with clean mats, towels and stuff.--Leave the door open and you might well get disturbed..." She let the pause hang in the air. "If you shut the door, it's an indication the room is in use--do not disturb."

Sarah, already holding my hand, gave it a little squeeze and said, "We might get disturbed." She winked. We hadn't expected any kind of swinging thing when we had first come across the spa's advert, but Sarah had got the gist of it all when she first phoned to enquire a few months back. And to be honest, this was partly--or maybe even mostly--why we had come...

We'd arrived on what the club called a Couples Day--technically meant for couples only. In reality, though, single women were always welcome, and up to five single men were allowed in at any one time. Later in the evening, the rules would relax even further, opening the doors to all single men. A bit unfair on the single guys, I suppose.

"If you need anything, just head to the counter downstairs, and enjoy yourself." Annie gave us a friendly smile and walked back down the stairs.

"Where shall we start?" asked Sarah. Her white towel was covering far too much of her skin, and I was tempted then and there to pull it off. However, just as temptation hit me, someone came up the stairs and I stopped.

"Let's head down to the sauna first and get hot and sweaty," I replied, leading the way.

We poked our heads into the first sauna room, which was as hot and steamy as you'd imagine. An elderly couple were naked, sitting in the corner, and they gave us a casual smile as we walked in. We both lost the towels, and Sarah climbed to the top bench and lay down on her back. I sat on the bench in front of her, occasionally stroking her thigh as she occasionally stroked my head.

The gentleman in the room with us stood, took the wooden ladle, and slowly poured water over the glowing coals. They hissed and a billowing cloud of steam erupted, filling the room. The temperature surged around us, sweat beaded and glistened on Sarah's naked body, trickling silently down her thighs.

We stayed as long as we could--twelve intense minutes of searing heat, flushed skin, and shared silence broken only by deep, heavy breaths.

We came out drenched in sweat. Sarah's naked body glowed with soft perspiration, and I ogled her small ass as she walked straight over to the ice pool. I noticed another couple by the pool, both with their towels on. Sarah, naked, climbed the three steps, turned around, and let herself fall backwards into the ice-cold water. Nutter, I smiled to myself. I wasn't going in, and she knew not to bother asking.

She only spent thirty or so seconds in the pool. Climbing out, her body was now pale white--the glow of the sauna room washed away with the cold, her small pink nipples solid and erect from the cold water. I passed her her towel as she shivered and towelled herself dry.

"Jacuzzi now," she said, and with us both wrapped in our towels again, we headed for the nearest jacuzzi, which we had to ourselves for a short while before another couple joined us.

After a while, we left the jacuzzi--me loving every moment as Sarah climbed out, her small pert ass again on display to the couple still in the jacuzzi, her long hair wet and clinging to her back as she climbed the two steps. I noticed a single man walking past who was watching my wife as she climbed up. I felt even stiffer. I needed to fuck my wife. Sarah was feeling it too.

We decided to go upstairs and explore the naughty area properly. Wrapped in our towels we entered the upstairs corridor and saw the five rooms Annie had mentioned. Three of them had closed doors, one was empty, and another had the door open, with a naked guy and lady lying on a comfortable-looking mat, touching each other. We stood by the door, quietly watching, and the guy--realising we were there--looked up awkwardly, apologised and said he'd forgotten to shut the door.

We moved on and came to a wide open room with glass windows at the side and front so you could see in. Within the room was a raised area with comfortable mats on, around six meters wide. An elderly man with a bald head and large belly was lying on his back, and a plump lady in her mid-thirties was sucking his penis.

They weren't an attractive couple, but Sarah and I had never seen others perform any kind of sex acts in real life--we both found this fascinating. After a minute or so of watching, Sarah silently pulled me into the room and we made our way to the other side of the mats, a comfortable distance apart.

The lady seemed to be just going through the motions, sucking the guy's dick like a robot--up and down, no talk or touch or any kind of passion being exchanged between the two - the guy's dick wasn't particularly solid! They ignored us as we laid down, me on my back, my penis hard as a rock, standing to full attention. My foreskin pulled back, my helmet red and shining.

Sarah climbed on top of me, our mouths inches apart. She started to rub herself against my dick and was already wet--very wet. She closed the gap, and as we kissed and rubbed she pushed against my cock, straining on me, pulling my foreskin and letting it go, pulling it and letting it go, until my rock-solid cock slid into her vagina.

Slowly and gently, enjoying my wife and enjoying the performance I noticed another couple at the door now watching us.

I whispered to Sarah that we were being watched, which encouraged her to pick up the pace, she started riding me, sliding herself up and down my cock. Our passion increased as we fucked harder and harder.

Every so often, we glanced around and noticed more people watching us--around three people at the door, another two by the front window, and another four watching us through the other window.

With every new face peering in, the thrill only deepened. I slid my hands to Sarah's ass, spreading her cheeks wide, boldly exposing her most intimate place to our growing audience. The rawness of it spurred her on--her pace shifting as she rode me, slow and teasing one moment, then fast and hungry the next, totally in control.

Minutes passed in that pulsing haze of erotic-dom. Then Sarah sat upright, straddling me fully, her gorgeous, sweat-kissed breasts gently bouncing with every thrust. Beads of perspiration glistened on her flat stomach, catching the light. I gripped her hips, pulling her toward me, occasionally guiding her down so I could kiss and suck her nipples, tasting her warmth and soaking in every moment.

We were definitely exhibitionists and driven on by our growing audience we fucked hard, my cock never slipping, my hands on her hips pushing and pulling her with the rhythm of our love.

We carried on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, enjoying each other and our audience. We had both suspected we were sexual voyeurs, and today was proving we were right. I loved my wife's beautiful body on display to all--but only available to myself unless I allowed it to another...

Running out of puff, we stopped fucking and laid there, cuddling and talking of love in whispers. After a while, we both got up from the mat and quietly left the room. One part of our previous audience had taken a space on the mats next to us. We walked out of the open room naked, carrying our towels and wrapped ourselves up as we headed downstairs to get a drink.

***

There were more people in the lounge room now, maybe fifteen or so. Everyone very much kept to themselves. We tried to start a conversation with a couple but didn't get a great response back--maybe they weren't keen on chatting to a couple of nineteen-year-olds, maybe the wife was jealous of Sarah's stunning looks. We weren't bothered--we had each other. After finishing our coffees, we decided to go back upstairs and into one of the private rooms.

We found an empty room--clean, tidy, dimly lit--with a single bed area covered in the same style of soft mat, easy to wipe down! On a table at the side were a couple of flogger whips, a few riding crops, blindfolds, handcuffs, and other related bondage tools. This was all new to us. I picked up the flogger and playfully struck Sarah across the ass.

"Do that harder," she said.

"Okay." I whipped her ass again, harder this time. It made a good-sounding thwack.

"I can barely feel that--go on, do it harder." She leaned her hands on the bed, bending over and sticking her ass out.

"Really?" I asked.

"Whip my ass, husband--or I'll whip yours!" She pretended to growl at me.

I took a couple of practice swings and then brought the flogger whip down hard on her ass. Thwack. She remained silent and stood up.

"I think your wife has a tough ass, hubby--I barely felt that." She took the whip from my hand and chucked it back onto the table.

She took hold of my cock and guided me to the mat, directing me toward the wall side as she lay down on her back. My fingers traced up and down her body--caressing, exploring. Her warm, perspiring skin was smooth, flawless and pale, her soft moans of pleasure gently filled the room. It was a body I had explored a thousand times before--and loved every inch of, every time.

I kissed and sucked on her nipple as my hands played, touching everything within reach. Sarah likewise was kissing any parts of me that she could, her hand running across my cock, pulling my skin, making me gasp.

A few minutes passed and then we heard a gentle knock on the door. I looked up, and a lady--maybe mid-thirties--stood there. As we made eye contact, she walked into the room. We had left the door ajar deliberately, not sure where it would lead, and we had spoken about this several times--someone else fucking Sarah. It was a massive turn-on for both of us.

Without hesitation she walked in and let her towel drop to the floor. "I'm Amie," she said, her voice low, her eyes locked on Sarah.

It's impossible for me to compare any woman to Sarah--there is no comparison, but I found Amie rather plain-faced, shoulder-length dark hair, with a medium body and large breasts. Her unshaven pussy hair stood out on her white body.

I didn't fancy her--why would I? Sarah squeezed my hand hard. That meant no.

We had discussed this situation--if a man came in that Sarah didn't like or didn't want touching her, she would indicate as she always did through hand squeezes. We had been using these for years and were quite able to pass each other silent messages without anyone else knowing. What we hadn't discussed was what if a woman came in. Sarah's tight hand squeeze told me no.

Amie stood up, looking down on Sarah and myself, her boobs somewhat drooping from our angle. She had huge dark pink nipples which slightly drooped with her boobs.

"Is it okay to touch you?" she asked Sarah directly.

Sarah spoke up, "I'm sorry, I'm not lesbian--I only like men in that way." She smiled apologetically up at Amie, I loved my wife's confidence and how comfortable she was in her full nudity.

"Oh, sorry, no problem." Amie smiled, turned around, scooped up her towel, and walked back to the door. "There's quite a few more guys up here now--have fun." She left the door wide open as she went.

***

"Did you fancy her?" Sarah asked me quietly.

"You know the answer," I replied.

"Funny, we never considered women, did we?"

"Would you have if she'd been pretty?" I asked Sarah.

She'd never expressed an interest in other women, and whilst the idea of another man fucking her had become a recent turn-on, the thought of Sarah and another attractive woman was equally horny.

"I think you'd like me to be," she replied in between kisses. "You wanna sit back and watch me get fucked by a lady now?"

"Oh I do, you sexy cow!" We kissed again, touching and caressing, my fingers rubbing and flickering on her clit as well as wandering inside her pussy as we spoke. She was sopping as always, she tasted of pure heaven.

Then we heard a gentle cough coming from the doorway.

A man--maybe mid-thirties--was standing there. Brown hair that was rather wild, a pair of dark glasses, and an awkward smile on his face.

"Is it okay to come in?" he asked somewhat nervously.

Sarah looked over and squeezed my hand gently, indicating a yes. We were both in a high state of horniness, and this guy seemed okay.

"Come in," I said. "Close the door please. I'm Steve, this is Sarah."

I continued to play with Sarah's pussy slowing down a bit as the guy shut the door and came in.

He walked to the mat and stood a foot or so away from us. He was around 5'7", medium frame--not fat, not thin. Clean-shaven with little body hair. A kind of cute face I would say.

"I'm Michael," he said. "I saw you two, er... fucking a while back. It was fun to watch."

"Glad you enjoyed it," said Sarah, looking up at him, relaxed in her nudity, my fingers still gently rubbing her clit, very much enjoying being watched by another guy who is wanting of my wife.

"Are you straight or gay, Michael?" Sarah asked rather bluntly.

"I'm straight... er, is that okay?" he asked nervously.

"Of course that's okay, silly," teased Sarah.

Michael stood looking down at us both, unsure of what to say next. I took the lead. "You can touch her if you want to--gently,"

"Thanks," he replied with a little smile. He moved his closest hand to start fondling Sarah's perky little left breast. With his other hand, he gently ran it down her stomach and as far down to her thighs as he could reach, caressing and feeling her smooth skin.

I moved my hand from Sarah's soft wet pussy and changed position, moving from her side to sitting on my knees above her head--my dick pushing against her hair. I pulled her still slightly damp hair aside and buried my dick within, rubbing myself against the back of her head.

Sarah moaned, moving her head from side to side. She moved both arms above her head and grasped my hands, squeezing them as waves of sexual stimulation ran through her body.

Michael continued to caress Sarah's body until she took his hand and placed it on top of her pubic bone, pushing his hand down firmly on her. She held it there for a few seconds and, looking at Michael, told him he could touch her there--go inside if he wanted to.

She pulled her hand away and gently removed Michael's towel, which he let drop to the floor. He was stiff--not anywhere near as big as me, so that was good. Not that I would have been bothered if he had been.

His fingers were now inside my wife's vagina, and she was writhing and arching her back, my own dick shoving hard against the back of her head. Her eyes were closed, then open and looking at me--upside down--with such love and emotion. Our hands were holding and squeezing.

Michael's other hand was running up and down Sarah's hot body, groping her boobs, gently squeezing her soft nipples. Sarah's moaning and little gasps were getting noisier and more frequent as Michael was shafting her vagina with what looked like two fingers, furiously going in and out. She was horny as hell--she loved being horny as hell--and I loved seeing her like this.

"Move round, Michael, and fuck her," I said.

Sarah looked directly into my eyes and said nothing, lost in her world of sexual desires.

Without hesitation, Michael stopped playing with her and moved to the end of the mat, climbing up. Sarah parted her legs wider, allowing him to fit in between, his dick centimetres from my wife's pussy. He ran both hands up her inner thighs looking at her wet pussy with delight.

Sarah looked up at him and said, "Go in gently and slowly."

"Okay," he replied. He positioned his dick at her entrance and slowly pushed in.

Sarah said, "Stop--just where it is--for a few seconds, then a bit more, and a bit more... until you're fucking me."

He did as he was told and slowly entered Sarah. It wasn't long until he was fully in her. Sarah looked up at me, grasped both my hands again, and said, "I'm being fucked by another man, husband!"

"Fuck her hard, Michael," I said not breaking eye contact with Sarah. Michael slowly started to pick up speed--slow, gentle, steady--bit by bit, getting faster, pumping my wife. He was obviously enjoying this kinky game we were playing as much as Sarah and I.

We kept our eyes locked as Sarah was openly moaning and groaning in pleasure, her head moving from side to side, my cock rubbing across the back of her head. Covered in her hair - my own special cock blanket!

I released one of my hands to caress her glowing breasts, but she quickly pulled it back. She wanted to be in a submissive position--me holding her hands down. That was fine by me.

Michael fucked my wife for maybe five minutes and then let out an "I'm coming." He grunted, and a look of extreme satisfaction came over him as he shot his load up my wife's pussy.

He stopped his movements and rested, breathing heavily, his dick softening inside Sarah's vagina. Sarah looked at him and asked cheekily, "Did you enjoy fucking me?"

Michael pulled himself out of Sarah, and I saw he had already gone soft.

"It was lovely, thank you very much," he replied, and grabbing his towel, he wiped himself down.

"Do you want some tissues?" he asked Sarah. She said yes, and he handed over a nearby box. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked to the door. "Thanks again," he smiled nervously.

I asked him to close the door behind him, and Sarah and I lay cuddling, kissing, another man's sperm slowly leaking from her opening.

"Well, we've done it. You okay, hun?" Sarah asked me.

"That was so fucking horny, babe. Did you enjoy it?"

Like me, she loved it.

We didn't make love again there and then--we'd agreed: another man's sperm up her pussy would mean getting various implements out when we were back home and thoroughly cleaning her out. We were both looking forward to that follow-up game.

We headed back to the showers and then another quick jacuzzi, and then made our way back to the locker room where we got dressed, said goodbye to Annie at the reception desk, and left the spa.

Another man had just fucked my wife. No great rush... but we both knew we'd be doing this again.

Strangely though, neither of us had climaxed during the session. It hadn't crossed our minds at the time--Sarah usually came easily, and I less so--but for some reason, something held us both back.

Not that it mattered. Back at the hotel, we launched straight into our follow-up game and then fucked solidly for two hours, reliving every moment and talking through what had just happened. Sarah came multiple times and I came twice.

God, I love my wife.

Synopsis

The Love Of My Life: The Naturist Spa

By tobtella

This standalone chapter from my full novel The Love Of My Life dives deep into a pivotal moment in the journey of Sarah and me--a couple who married young and never looked back.

Now 19, we're about to explore our first experience of open sexuality together at a discreet naturist spa in the heart of England. What starts as anticipation soon turns into a raw and exhilarating encounter with swinging, exhibitionism, and the magnetic energy of being watched--and watching.

With total trust and mutual arousal as our guide, we navigate new boundaries, reaffirming our unique bond in the most intimate of ways.

Sensual, honest, and emotionally charged, this chapter is a bold step into the freedom of our shared fantasies--and a tantalising glimpse into the passionate, adventurous life we're building together.