The Sauna

Last year, we decided to take a cruise out of the blue. No plans, we just headed off and didn’t really even tell anyone.

We flew out of Sydney and joined the ship in Honolulu for a 7 night islands bash and “let’s get smashed” holiday.

After an overnight hotel stay, we caught a taxi down to the terminal where we boarded. There was a huge queue and everyone was checking each other out and I can tell you, there were all sorts of people on this one.

Finally, we were on. We started to explore the ship and found a nice little bar towards the back where we’d met a few nice people who all agreed this was the best spot to do the sail away.

We departed around five and by that time (being Aussies), we’d attracted a few more people to the circle and both of us had wobbly legs as we’d not eaten all day and some of these guys were actually buying us drinks!

We passed for dinner and decided to just grab snack foods at the buffet. Was probably a better idea than staggering into the restaurant given we could hardly stand up. The food did the job and began to sober us a little.

“Where to now” we asked each other. The SAUNA!!!

With that, we picked up our things and headed to the spa.

The sign on the door read ‘Sauna & Hot Tub open daily from 9am thru 10pm unless otherwise directed by a crew member’. We hadn’t taken swimmers so the hot tub was out. We could do the sauna… with towels around us (as you do)

Each of us collected a locker key, she went off to the lady’s and I went off to the men’s’ change room and sauna.

All was very quiet in both. I could hear the shower running in the ‘ladies’, almost coinciding exactly the same time I took mine. One person – each sauna…

The two entries to male and female areas were directly adjacent to each other. The rooms from there went left (for the men’s) and right (for the lady’s). The area in the middle of the arced affair was for cleaners; their gear/equipment etc and both change rooms had linked access to it. And naturally, I had to open the door.

Mops, buckets, cleaning stuff and spare towels were all I could see. With exception to a door that obviously led to the ladies area.

I tried the door, and sure enough it opened into the ladies area. It was quiet alright. Just my wife in there (I was guessing), and in the shower again.

“How did you get in here???” she asked.

“I came through the door here, there’s no one around”

“I know, the place is deserted. Why don’t you come into the women’s?” she asked.

“Nuh ur” I said. “That wouldn’t be good for any other women that come in, can you imagine what would happen if I got caught in here???” I could, American women on cruise ships would queue at the complaints desk for hours to dob somebody like me in. Men on the other hand are far more tolerant if she’d be caught in the male sauna so I suggested she join me in the men’s.

“What if a guy comes in?” she asked.

As if they’d care (I thought). They’d probably enjoy it more!

“If a guy comes in, you leave. Simple… or we ask him if he minds” I replied.

“I’m not sure about it” she said. I knew she was surer than she’d tried to lead me to believe as we’d been in a similar situation before, but understandably, it was a little different in that there’s nowhere to hide on a ship – nowhere to run or seek solace.

Backing through the door and holding it open, I said “Come on, it’ll be fine”. “Just come through the door, it’s hardly likely anyone else will come now and most will be at dinner”

After standing there for nearly a minute, she agreed. She wrapped her towel around her self and snuck through into the men’s. “Oh, it’s the same as ours” she said. “Of course” I said, “Quick, into the sauna”

Every 15 to 20 minutes, we left the sauna together to shower. After an hour or so, it became easier and less tense for her as no one came in during that time. It was quite relaxed and we enjoyed being able to sauna together but an hour is probably all that one can take in nearly eighty degrees.

Our next 15 minute sauna session was to be our last. We were done, that is – until we heard footsteps in the change rooms. Was it the cleaner? Best we just stay quiet and see what happens.

We then heard locker doors opening and closing – slamming in fact. And the shuffles of something that indicated someone was changing; then the shower.

“Oh shit. I should get out of here” she said. “Stay put” I said, “Might only be someone using the bathroom after a spa treatment”. But then, the ever known squeak of the sauna door occurred and a guy stepped in.

“Uh, sorry!” he said. “I’ll come back another time!”

“It’s OK” I replied, “My wife is happy to go back to the ‘ladies’ otherwise we don’t mind if you don’t”. He shrugged, suggesting he didn’t care and the three of us were towelled and perched on benches; he and I on the same side, she opposite.

There was dead silence for what seemed an eternity while the three of us sweated. No one moved, and apart from whispers between my wife and I, you would have heard a pin drop.

He was quite shy and kept his towel on, tight. I’d loosened mine off as I’d become quite horny. She was still opposite, towel on and sat upright.

I tried to make conversation by asking where he was from; his answers were brief “Oklahoma City”. Like do people actually live there? He wasn’t about to get into any chat withy strangers. My wife, who at this stage had swung her legs up on the bench decided it was time for a shower, probably the last one as I recalled.

She upped and left, followed by the guy who was obviously going to take a shower too. I heard the tap-heads running and two doors close. Within seconds, one shower stopped and I stuck my head out the door to see which. It was his, she remained in hers for a while longer.

He slowly towelled himself off, watching her through the glass shower door. When her shower came to an end, he quickly moved back into the sauna with me. I’d moved to her side of the room and he sat opposite.

Surprisingly, my wife came back to the sauna. I’d taken my towel off completely and sat on it. He sat with his still draped. She sat beside me – draped by her own towel and raised a leg upon the seat we were sitting.

That would have to be a good view, I thought – for anyone sitting opposite. Not showing too much; but a glimpse all the same. I saw him peer unsuspectedly but still keeping his profile low and still not talking.

I decided to stretch out which almost took me back to his side of the sauna. He didn’t flinch, even to the fact I was ‘half-mast’. I too, could see her offerings and it began to make me stiffer.

The bulge under his towel was suggesting he was enjoying her view too. Yet still, there was no conversation.

As she seemingly relaxed, the more we could see. Then she unveiled the ‘puppies’ right out of the blue: exposed her breasts without inkling. Farg!!! I pulled the towel across my mid section and nudged back closer to her. I was horny as!

His eyes locked on her tits. Seemed like forever! Her next and every other movement showed more of her pussy as he remained gazed. The sauna room was heating up, and I’m not talking about the room temperature!!!

He continued to fix his eyes; up and down, tits and fanny. Every time she moved, his eyes would move from one to another.

She raised both legs up onto the bench and rested her chin on her knees. I could only imagine how good her bulge must have looked and wanted so much to move back to his side to see what he was seeing. Meanwhile, he leant forward and cradled his head in the palms of his hands. But he was still looking, trying not to make it too obvious.

He was about forty, fairly good looking; dark skinned (maybe Mediterranean- American), clipped haircut and very little body hair. His accent (when he spoke) was as broad as you’d expect a Mid West person to be.

Too obvious he thinks? We were in a three by three metre room! He didn’t think we’d notice him looking? She certainly did, and the more obvious it was, the more she unveiled – little by little.

I was as stiff as a board, having to adjust myself frequently to remain comfortable. I hadn’t showered in a while either and was becoming exhausted by the heat. I best do something, quick. Someone should do something!

With that, I clutched my cock against my stomach under the towel and headed for the door and out to the shower. Wow, it was so much cooler outside. What a relief.

I jumped in the first one, closest to the sauna door and turned the cold full on. A minute later I heard the squeak of the sauna as it opened again. Out he came, to the shower next to me. Well I was guessing nothing much went on in there then?

I remained in the shower for a few minutes longer and until after he’d finished. He came out, wrapped his towel around himself and made for the lockers. Bah (I thought). Well that was a bit of fun anyway.

I went back into the sauna where my wife had removed her towel completely and was laying across the top bench. “Did you scare him off?” I asked.

“No! He just upped and left. `Showed all the signs he’d had enough and wasn’t coming back”

“You’re right” I said, “He went back out to the locker room”

“But shit I was hard” I added. “I know” she said, “I could see, made me very wet too. …Was a little bit of fun” she said, just as I’d described it myself. “And now we’re alone again”

“Great” I answered, with a little disappointment because the thought of us doing something in the presence of another guy had driven me wild.

“So show me how big it was” she asked. Our eyes locked, amused with what did go down anyway. She got to flaunt her parts, I got to watch. And the more I thought about it, the harder I became again. - Took all of about fifteen seconds.

I stood over her and began running my knob across her nipples. She turned and squeezed my shaft between her breasts and started pulling at them – up and down. Like a sweaty tit-fuck, it was awesome.

She up-righted herself and poised on the edge of the bench, lifting her legs over my shoulders pulling me closer to her.

Without any guidance whatsoever, my cock slid right on in. Man o man it was wet. Her clit was larger than I’d seen it in a long time, and very tender alarming her of an early climax.

“Don’t touch it” she said.

Usually she or I would stimulate it during sex. It gives her a much stronger orgasm but this time it was off limits, for the moment anyway.

She pulled me in closer and relaxed each time I withdrew before the next thrust. Her pussy muscles assisted – tight, and then loose. I could feel the juices gush as I bottomed, and let me tell you, she can take it deep. We fucked slowly and passionately, kissing all the while to the sound of only compressed and then released fluids.

I was doing all I could to hold back but the mere fact we were fucking in men’s sauna made it all the more difficult, when… ‘Shriek’, the door opened again, and in steps Mr Oklahoma.

She panicked, not knowing whether to throw me off or if in fact it was better to keep me there to keep her covered. “What do we do???” she whispered. “Stay put” I said, “He might realise we’re into something here and leave”. “Besides, if I move now, it will be obvious what we’re doing”

His eyes were wide. We both starred at him wondering what he was going to do.

“It’s OK” he said, “It’s really OK”

He’d sat opposite again – we were motionless but very much connected to each other still. My wife put her towel over her head (I’m guessing in the hope he won’t recognise her tomorrow). I began to wriggle a little, letting her pussy know I was still very much awake and in there.

Her reaction was calming; calming me in a way, to suggest it wasn’t right.

I continued to wriggle and caused my cock to pulse inside her which received a ‘fanny squeeze’ each time I did.

The guy again just sat there and said nothing else.

I could quite easily have blown just being there, and knowing he was behind us. So I started to gently rock her; slowly and as quietly as we could. She threw her arms back around my neck and held me closer and went with the rhythm.

I forced her tits upward and sucked her nipples into my mouth, pinching them with my teeth. But I still wasn’t sure about the clit, and whether or not to massage it so I left it understanding that she can also orgasm through nipple play alone.

Within a couple of minutes, we were right back into it, as if we were alone again. I could see her often peer over my shoulder to see if he’d moved. He hadn’t. I had her leant right back and I was right over the top of her, thrusting my pelvis at her. ‘He’d have an excellent view’ I thought.

“Turn over” I said, “Let me do you from behind”

She turned, but differently; strutting the two benches – one leg up on top, the other spread well wide, down on to the lower. She was wide open with juice oozing.

I jumped in behind her and began to go for it. The guy had moved slightly, so to be able to see the gory parts. Her towel was still on her head.

My view of the guy was more sideways now. He was giving his cock a good work-out under his towel. I motioned him (using my head) to say ‘take it off’. He did, releasing a hardened six incher – but very thick tool.

He moved slightly closer… I nodded, pointing at her snatch as if to suggest ‘want some?’

His eyes opened even more widely and an amused faced nodded back.

He came and stood beside me and watched my cock slide in and out of her. This was a huge turn on for me, and by the look; him too. I brought my knob to the opening and slowly sunk my cock back into her, so to show him what she likes.

After a couple of minutes doing this, I pulled out to allow him to get in behind her. Like mine, his cock needed no guidance at all and began to slowly enter – both of them giving out an almighty groan.

Fuck it was fat. She was certain to feel it, and feel it he made sure.

She began to grind against him, trying to get all of it into her. Each time he was deep, she let off another groan. He became faster as she upped the pace – the sounds of fanny farts followed by a gush of juice were amazing.

He held her at the hips running his hands up and down her torso and under her lively breasts. I could see them sway front to rear, front to rear each time he nearly lifted her from the bench. Then with a last and very powerful drive, he blew his load sounding a cry of pleasure and satisfaction.

He pulled out, dripping at the cock. The look on his face was one of disbelief.

My wife remained in position for me but I was fixed on her pussy lips, still palpitating from the shafting she just received. His cum was very visible both inside an outside her hole… and dripping. It was like her fanny lips had a mind of its own, winking; folding and unfolding involuntarily.

I had to get in there, but decided to sit her on my lap whereby she could glide down on me. The guy stayed; cock still quite hard, but physically and emotionally exhausted.

We sat faced to him on the edge of the upper bench; leant right back against the wall. Our feet were rested on the lower. I was deep inside her, his and her juices trickling down my balls and onto my towel. Her towel was still on her head; he came closer but didn’t look remotely like he was ready to participate.

His cock had retired and he just wanted to watch the finale.

She and I shared the workload and rather than up and down movements, we chose to grind instead. I could everything about her ‘insides’, blissful and massaging. She took my fingers to her mouth and then down to her clit. It was erect, and pulsating.

I didn’t have to do much and there was plenty of fluid that ensured I could massage gently as she turned her head to me and began kissing me under her towel.

This is so raunchy, I thought. The guy meanwhile had come closer – stroking his cock again. He moved to the lower bench and began pinching her nipples whilst giving her boobs a good feel-over. She was enjoying it.

I could feel his cock-head pushing against her clit and opening while we were grinding it out. I think the thought of ‘almost’ taking the two of us was too much for her when she let off a huge scream in orgasm. That was too much for me as well, and in doing so, I lunged deep up inside her and released a load that seemed to take for ever to complete.

Unbeknown to all of us, the sauna had auto-switched off – probably some time back.

The guy left in an instance, and that probably worked best for us. We didn’t even shower, she went back through the ladies door and I dressed in the men’s. Both of us met at the adjacent exits; me dressed and her in a bathrobe.

“Where’d you find the bathrobe?” I asked. “In the change rooms, I’m dripping down my legs and this is the best idea I thought” she replied.

“Open it” I said. She did, and sure enough, she was dripping.

“That was wild” my wife said. “It was like there were two of you” she gestured.

“Maybe there was” I said… “Who knows?”

We pretend not to believe otherwise and that works great for us, and we never saw the guy again on the six remaining nights of the cruise.

Cheers, and thanks for reading. The cruise was excellent, and many more occasions were spent sneaking her into the men’s for sex and more sex!