[Pacom]

Originally Posted by Pacom

At the beginning of August we took a trip through Germany. As part of the route, we dedicated a day to a water park for which we had bought tickets in advance. When buying them, the park's website offered me the option to add access to the sauna area. I noticed it said 'textile free'. I assumed there would be two separate zones, although my hope was that the whole place would be. I told my wife I had gotten this package and she thought it was fine, but I left out the 'textile free' detail so she wouldn't make me cancel it. Whenever I had proposed the idea, she had made it clear that there was no fucking way she was getting naked in front of strangers.
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'Should I go in?' she asked me. I told her yes. And then the miracle happened. She took off the towel, stood naked, and hung it up. She asked if I was coming with her. I told her I wanted to but I couldn't: I was still hard! I told her I would go to the cold shower and, when things went down, I would join. She gave me a kiss, opened the door, and went in.
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When it finished, we went to the showers. This time there were quite a few people (those of us coming out of the activity and some others). And there was my wife, naked, pouring buckets of water on herself and showering surrounded by other men. It seemed she had lost her inhibitions! Afterwards, we did another activity in the cabin, although she didn't uncover herself there. I asked if I could confess something to her, and she said yes. I told her I had really liked seeing her naked in front of other men, that it had turned me on a lot. She seemed surprised. 'Really?' she said laughing. I think she liked that I liked it.
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I went to the terrace with my wife. I was hoping she would be naked, but no. That being said, she was lying down and the towel was so short you could see her whole pussy, which consoled me. Next to us was a lounge chair where the thirty-five-year-old guys were making noise. I lay down next to her and the guys ended up leaving after a while.
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The next day we tried the hotel saunas and those of the other hotels in the complex. I will explain that in another post.

The next day we spent the morning at the hotel. It was a hotel complex made up of several buildings, and we had access to the spas and pools of the different hotels. First, we went to our hotel's spa. It was very new and cool, but very empty. There was only one couple in the lounge chair area, and they were in swimsuits. So were we; I wore swim trunks and my wife wore a bikini. I couldn't quite see where the textile-free zone began. My wife had no intention of taking off her bikini that day. In fact, she didn't even want to go to the spas; she wanted to stay at the pool. We only went because I insisted, hoping for a repeat of the day before's move. But nothing. And I wasn't going to get naked by myself in a hotel spa where there was only one other couple and they were dressed. What if, even though the sign at the entrance said 'textile-free', it turned out that people didn't usually get naked at the hotels? I took a walk around the spa to check out the saunas. It really was very cool, but my wife didn't want to go in. Just as we were about to leave, a hotel worker came in and scolded my wife and the couple on the lounge chairs for wearing swimwear. She told them it was textile-free and asked if they couldn't read. On our way out, we saw another couple who had just arrived and were already taking off their clothes in the changing room. What a shame.

We went to the second hotel. There seemed to be more people in the spa there. They gave us bathrobes and we changed. The changing rooms weren't mixed, unlike the first hotel. We went to the steam sauna. My wife took off her bathrobe and... she was wearing her bikini underneath! I, on the other hand, was completely naked. So I didn't take off my bathrobe and had to go back to the changing room to put on my swim trunks. Had I made a mistake and it wasn't textile-free? Everyone was in swimwear. We stayed in the steam sauna for a moment, then spent a few minutes in the lounge chair area—which was full of guys in swim trunks—and ended up leaving. This spa wasn't as good; it was almost all men and no one was naked. The day was going very badly.

We went to the third hotel. This spa was completely empty. It was small, but much better than the second one. Although, for my taste, far from the first one. They also gave us bathrobes, which we put on over our swimsuits. We went in and looked at the saunas from the outside; I think I remember there were three. I saw a lounge chair area and noticed there was a man, a guy in his late fifties. My wife looked at the dry sauna. I don't remember if I suggested going in or if she did, but we decided to enter.

And finally, the miracle happened. My wife took off her bathrobe and hung it up, reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and hung it up, and took off her panties! I quickly started taking off my swim trunks. At that moment, the man started walking toward us. He saw the play and wanted to get a closer look. My wife went in. And, just as I was about to go in, I made the mistake of looking the man in the face. I think he interpreted it as a refusal. Which it absolutely wasn't. I just looked at him, surprised by his sheer nerve. But I was dying for him to go in with my naked wife! He corrected his path and walked right past, pretending to play it cool, and went to the sauna in the back, but his change of direction was very obvious. My fuck-up, because I would have loved for him to walk in shamelessly and sit right in front of my wife to stare at her openly.

Because... was my wife aware that man was there? Did she get naked because it was textile-free and now she *did* want to follow the rule? Or to make me happy by letting me see her naked? Or had she seen the guy and wanted to make me even happier knowing I was seeing her naked in front of another man? Or maybe she just had a sudden impulse and the idea of exhibiting herself turned her on? What would have happened inside? Because, since we had gone in without a towel, would she have covered up with her arms and crossed her legs if the other man had entered? Or would she have exhibited herself, showing her breasts and spreading her legs? I'll never know. I only know what happened inside between her and me, which wasn't bad at all.

The door was smoked glass. From the outside, you couldn't see anything inside, but from the inside, you could see perfectly outside. My wife sat down, and I sat across from her. Given the situation, I was already half-hard. And now I had my naked wife, sitting in front of me, in a sauna, with the risk of that man walking in. My wife with her legs spread, showing everything. I was looking into her eyes, at her breasts, at her pussy, and she knew she was turning me on like crazy. And then she started touching herself with her finger! I was going crazy. It was just for a few seconds, to tease me. No more than 10 or 20 seconds. She touched herself like she was masturbating. She stopped. I got up and so did she. We hugged and made out. I got bold and asked her for a handjob. She grabbed it and gave it five or six strokes, and that was it. I asked for more, but she told me that was enough.

She wanted to leave. Through the door, we saw the man was outside; he had just come out of the other sauna and was about four or five meters away. I told her we should wait because the man was there (thinking she might not want to walk out naked since the bathrobe was outside). She said she didn't care and walked out. Taking her time, she grabbed the bathrobe, standing completely facing the man (instead of turning her back so he'd only see her ass), and put the bathrobe on looking right at him, with her back to me.

I can only imagine the view the man got. To put the bathrobe on, she had to stretch her arms out and stick her chest out, exposing her breasts and her pussy. Good for him. I feel bad I wasn't in front of my wife to get a better look. The man went to the shower. We hesitated between two saunas. We went into a small, wet one, but with almost no steam. We saw a man walk past in front of us. I don't know if it was the same one or a new one. He went to the back, to the lounge chairs. Inside we were naked and standing. The bathrobes were outside. Turned on by the situation, I asked her to fuck. She said no. 'Just the tip.' Also no. 'Then a blowjob.' No again. I asked my wife if we could take a selfie, since we were alone. She agreed! She had her phone in her bathrobe pocket. Nowhere did they prohibit bringing phones; I guess in a hotel everything is more relaxed. I took pictures of her. She posed covering her breasts with her arms and her pubis with her legs. But I had already caught her completely exposed.

She said: 'Didn't you say selfies?'. So I switched to the front camera and we took some selfies together, with her covering up. The front camera sucks if you don't have natural light. So only one came out halfway decent, and she was covering herself well in it. The ones where I caught her before she could cover up came out blurry. After that, I switched to the back camera and took a full-body naked picture of her, then another, and another. By the third one, she got mad and told me I never had enough. We left. It was time to go. In total, we must have only been in the spa for about 10 or 15 minutes.

We had to shower. There were two showers, side by side, but individual and unconnected. Each one had its own transparent glass door. They were right across from the first sauna, just as you enter the spa. That means anyone who, after passing through the changing room, walked into the spa, would walk right past the two showers with the glass doors, and fully see whoever was showering. However, from one shower to the other, you couldn't see each other. Anyone leaving the spa saw the naked people showering. I thought it didn't make much sense. Having communal showers like the day before makes sense: an open space where people who don't care about nudity shower together. But making two individual showers with glass doors, completely exposed to everyone, seemed like a design meant for voyeurism. I suggested to my wife that we shower together to save space, but she said no, she wanted to shower alone.

We showered and went out to the changing room. We had to put our street clothes on there since we were leaving. I thought this would be the last thrilling moment, my wife changing naked right in the middle of the room, with the possibility of the door opening and people walking in. But no. There was a little door, my wife opened it, and it turned out to be an individual changing stall, where she locked herself in to change. Not even I got to see her!

Anyway, with my wife, everything is a rollercoaster. She gives you five minutes of pure kink and then hours of indifference or neutrality. But those five minutes of extreme thrill were awesome, really. This second day isn't even remotely comparable to the first, but it had its moments.