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After a quick clean up, we grabbed our sports bags and headed down to the spa. We’d never been to a spa before, so were unsure what to expect so we each brought a towel, not that I expected to need it given the prices, and I had brought my usual loose swimming shorts and Marina her black one-piece swimsuit.
The girl on the spa reception was very nice and explained that there’d been a slight mistake in our booking and that they couldn’t accommodate our treatment for a further 90 minutes, but we were welcome to use the spa facilities whilst we waited. It sounded like a good idea so we were each given the most luxuriously soft and fluffy towelling robes and a little pair of slip-on mule-style towelling slippers and show to the separate male and female changing rooms. I was a little surprised that it was a communal changing area but there was no-one else there apart from someone using one of the shower cubicles at the far end of the room. I couldn’t see him (nor did I want to!), but I did notice that the glass doors on each cubicle were only partially frosted.
Once changed and wearing my robe and slippers, and went back out to the foyer, where Marina was already waiting for me with a different spa ther****t, who swiped her card to allow us access to the spa area itself. “Please relax and use the facilities,” she said, “I’ll come and collect you from the meditation area down too your right in a little over an hour.”
The spa at Kilronan Castle is truly amazing, like a series of underground caverns, with treatment rooms, saunas, hot rooms, plunge pool, etc. After a wander around we could see there were only two other couples in the spa, Marina suggested we go and relax in the meditation area after our earlier escapades! It was bliss, low individual futon-style beds, subtle lighting and some sort of relaxing background music that I can’t really describe. The whole effect was soporific and we lay silently for about 10 minutes, totally relaxed.
Marina was the first to move. “Let’s leave our robes here and go and try that fabulous pool area,” she said, standing up and letting her robe fall onto the bed behind her. Oh. My. God. No black one-piece swimsuit, instead my wife of 25years was standing in front of me in a tiny navy bikini. It wasn’t one of those micro-bikinis, but it was still pretty skimpy and the thin material left little to the imagination with her already hardening nipples poking through the top and her pussy lips clearly protruding through the tiny bottoms. I had an instant erection. “Not much point in spending all that money and being waxed down there for the first time in my life if I can’t show it off”, then leaning forwards so her tits were dangling in front of my face, she deftly grabbed my hard cock through my shorts and whispered, “Now adjust yourself so that’s not so obvious and lets go.”
The pool was stunning, tiny lights twinkling like stars in the night sky, a waterfall at one end, and little semi-private areas dotted along the sides. There was just one other couple there and they didn’t take any notice of us as we went past them to a little area of the pool that had some water jets spouting into it. I had my back to the side of the pool and Marina just d****d her arms around my neck and started to kiss me passionately. “This is wonderful,” she whispered. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other couple leaving the pool. They were just like we had been 25years earlier only more athletic and body conscious as the next generation tend to be. The girl wore a bikini and had a great ass and big tits, but hey, I had a really sexy woman d****d around my neck. Marina had seen me glance to the right and turned to watch them go. Then she let go of my neck, pulled her bikini top up on top of her tits and resumed kissing me, her hard nipples pressing against my chest. My hand reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms to the one side, letting me feel once again her smooth waxed pussy and ran my finger up and down gently pressing between her vagina lips. Her legs wrapped around me as I found her clit and I pressed my mouth tight to hers, making her breathing quicken. “Stop, stop” she muttered as a felt her body start to tremble. I brought my hand up to her breast and our lips parted. “That was cruel,” she smiled, “but I’ll get my own back later.” After a few more minutes fondling, another couple arrived, putting an end to our antics.
A short time later, we got out of the pool, Marina’s bikini clinging even more tightly, displaying her sexiness to anyone lucky enough to see her. She returned to the meditation area, whilst I went into the sauna. There was no-one else there and I just sat in the heat and humidity contemplating what had got into my wife to make her this dirty. I didn’t know what or why, but I certainly knew I liked it!
I went back, put on my robe, and lay beside Marina. “What treatments have you booked?” she asked, her eyes still closed in relaxation. “We’re each having a full body massage tomorrow morning, and shortly you’ll be having some sort of rasul mud therapy, and I’m having some other sort of thing,” I lied. There was a little murmur of contentment and I said nothing more.
Eventually one of the spa girls appeared and asked us to follow her to our treatment room. She opened the door, and said “there’s you bucket of mud therapy, I’ll be back in 45 minutes when you’ve finished,” and closed the door behind her as she left. We were in what can only be a described as being like a tropical cave, with a mists and fine rain showers in the fully tiled main area with seating for about 8 people, and a separate shower area for two. “Now what happens?” asked Marina. “We get dirty – now let’s get that bikini off,” I said, dropping my shorts. The mud was warm and slippery as we rubbed it over each other. It was such a sensual experience as Marina’s breasts slipped and slid under my hands and as she lathered the mud liberally up and down my stiff cock and around my balls. Once covered head to toe in mud, I said we must now let it dry and sat down on the warm stone bench. We held hands and occasionally kissed passionately, but mainly we just sat and relaxed. I took about ten minutes to dry before as if by magic a gentle shower came on from the ceiling and began to wash the mud away. We stood under the shower massaging each other, my cock permanently erect, Marina’s nipples standing proudly to attention. There was still some mud left in the bucket and we could see from the clock that we had just over half our time remaining, so we decided to repeat the process. It felt even sexier the second time around. With five minutes remaining we headed to the shower area to properly clean all the mud from our bodies before putting our kit and robes back on. We were both so horny I said let’s go back to our room. Marina agreed, but said she wanted to shower first to get all the mud out of her hair. I realised I need to do the same and I’d noticed there were free toiletries in the changing areas so that’s what we agreed to do, first one out would wait in the coffee area for the other.
Once back in the changing room I could see that two of the showers were already occupied meaning I had to use the centre one. Keeping my robe on, I slipped off my shorts and headed to the shower. There was a hook outside the shower and as I hung up my robe I could see two guys in their thirties in full embrace in the first shower – this was a new Ireland and they were enjoying it. As I was showering I made sure I was facing towards the glass door. Part of me was hoping that maybe someone would glance at my nakedness, wondering what would they make of my distinctly average cock, the other part hoping that I would see whoever was in the third shower if they left before me. I heard the two lovers leave first, and then the other shower was turned off. He didn’t even glance in my direction as he walked past fully naked but drying his hair. But I saw him! I’ve seen many cocks in football and rugby changing rooms over the years, but nothing as impressive as the long thick cock dangling between this guy’s legs! It was the same guy we’d seen leaving the pool with the girl with the big tits – the prefect couple it seemed, at least where bodies are concerned. Quite how she’d take that monster when it was erect I had no idea, but I was aware that my cock was now most certainly erect and I had to stay in the shower until it calmed down! When I eventually got out of the shower, everyone was gone. Marina was waiting impatiently outside. “What kept you,” she hissed, “I need you inside me!”
Back in the room, clothes were rapidly discarded and we jumped naked onto the four-poster bed. Marina just lay on her back and actually screamed “Just get inside me now, I’m absolutely soaking wet!” And she was. So much so that there was very little friction as my cock slipped in and out of her. She was moaning and writhing, but I wasn’t feeling very much at all, so I quickly withdrew, wiped my sopping wet cock with my hand, and plunged back inside. That was better, soon I could feel my climax approaching, with Marina’s muscles clasping tightly around my cock, and we climaxed together with a few grunts as our bodies jerked in unison. I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside until I started to feel my cum drip around my balls and grabbed some tissues to tidy up. Then we just lay beside each other in silence, our naked bodies nestled against each other, looking up at the canopy over the bed. This was turning out to be an anniversary to remember.
Part 3 to follow
The girl on the spa reception was very nice and explained that there’d been a slight mistake in our booking and that they couldn’t accommodate our treatment for a further 90 minutes, but we were welcome to use the spa facilities whilst we waited. It sounded like a good idea so we were each given the most luxuriously soft and fluffy towelling robes and a little pair of slip-on mule-style towelling slippers and show to the separate male and female changing rooms. I was a little surprised that it was a communal changing area but there was no-one else there apart from someone using one of the shower cubicles at the far end of the room. I couldn’t see him (nor did I want to!), but I did notice that the glass doors on each cubicle were only partially frosted.
Once changed and wearing my robe and slippers, and went back out to the foyer, where Marina was already waiting for me with a different spa ther****t, who swiped her card to allow us access to the spa area itself. “Please relax and use the facilities,” she said, “I’ll come and collect you from the meditation area down too your right in a little over an hour.”
The spa at Kilronan Castle is truly amazing, like a series of underground caverns, with treatment rooms, saunas, hot rooms, plunge pool, etc. After a wander around we could see there were only two other couples in the spa, Marina suggested we go and relax in the meditation area after our earlier escapades! It was bliss, low individual futon-style beds, subtle lighting and some sort of relaxing background music that I can’t really describe. The whole effect was soporific and we lay silently for about 10 minutes, totally relaxed.
Marina was the first to move. “Let’s leave our robes here and go and try that fabulous pool area,” she said, standing up and letting her robe fall onto the bed behind her. Oh. My. God. No black one-piece swimsuit, instead my wife of 25years was standing in front of me in a tiny navy bikini. It wasn’t one of those micro-bikinis, but it was still pretty skimpy and the thin material left little to the imagination with her already hardening nipples poking through the top and her pussy lips clearly protruding through the tiny bottoms. I had an instant erection. “Not much point in spending all that money and being waxed down there for the first time in my life if I can’t show it off”, then leaning forwards so her tits were dangling in front of my face, she deftly grabbed my hard cock through my shorts and whispered, “Now adjust yourself so that’s not so obvious and lets go.”
The pool was stunning, tiny lights twinkling like stars in the night sky, a waterfall at one end, and little semi-private areas dotted along the sides. There was just one other couple there and they didn’t take any notice of us as we went past them to a little area of the pool that had some water jets spouting into it. I had my back to the side of the pool and Marina just d****d her arms around my neck and started to kiss me passionately. “This is wonderful,” she whispered. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other couple leaving the pool. They were just like we had been 25years earlier only more athletic and body conscious as the next generation tend to be. The girl wore a bikini and had a great ass and big tits, but hey, I had a really sexy woman d****d around my neck. Marina had seen me glance to the right and turned to watch them go. Then she let go of my neck, pulled her bikini top up on top of her tits and resumed kissing me, her hard nipples pressing against my chest. My hand reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms to the one side, letting me feel once again her smooth waxed pussy and ran my finger up and down gently pressing between her vagina lips. Her legs wrapped around me as I found her clit and I pressed my mouth tight to hers, making her breathing quicken. “Stop, stop” she muttered as a felt her body start to tremble. I brought my hand up to her breast and our lips parted. “That was cruel,” she smiled, “but I’ll get my own back later.” After a few more minutes fondling, another couple arrived, putting an end to our antics.
A short time later, we got out of the pool, Marina’s bikini clinging even more tightly, displaying her sexiness to anyone lucky enough to see her. She returned to the meditation area, whilst I went into the sauna. There was no-one else there and I just sat in the heat and humidity contemplating what had got into my wife to make her this dirty. I didn’t know what or why, but I certainly knew I liked it!
I went back, put on my robe, and lay beside Marina. “What treatments have you booked?” she asked, her eyes still closed in relaxation. “We’re each having a full body massage tomorrow morning, and shortly you’ll be having some sort of rasul mud therapy, and I’m having some other sort of thing,” I lied. There was a little murmur of contentment and I said nothing more.
Eventually one of the spa girls appeared and asked us to follow her to our treatment room. She opened the door, and said “there’s you bucket of mud therapy, I’ll be back in 45 minutes when you’ve finished,” and closed the door behind her as she left. We were in what can only be a described as being like a tropical cave, with a mists and fine rain showers in the fully tiled main area with seating for about 8 people, and a separate shower area for two. “Now what happens?” asked Marina. “We get dirty – now let’s get that bikini off,” I said, dropping my shorts. The mud was warm and slippery as we rubbed it over each other. It was such a sensual experience as Marina’s breasts slipped and slid under my hands and as she lathered the mud liberally up and down my stiff cock and around my balls. Once covered head to toe in mud, I said we must now let it dry and sat down on the warm stone bench. We held hands and occasionally kissed passionately, but mainly we just sat and relaxed. I took about ten minutes to dry before as if by magic a gentle shower came on from the ceiling and began to wash the mud away. We stood under the shower massaging each other, my cock permanently erect, Marina’s nipples standing proudly to attention. There was still some mud left in the bucket and we could see from the clock that we had just over half our time remaining, so we decided to repeat the process. It felt even sexier the second time around. With five minutes remaining we headed to the shower area to properly clean all the mud from our bodies before putting our kit and robes back on. We were both so horny I said let’s go back to our room. Marina agreed, but said she wanted to shower first to get all the mud out of her hair. I realised I need to do the same and I’d noticed there were free toiletries in the changing areas so that’s what we agreed to do, first one out would wait in the coffee area for the other.
Once back in the changing room I could see that two of the showers were already occupied meaning I had to use the centre one. Keeping my robe on, I slipped off my shorts and headed to the shower. There was a hook outside the shower and as I hung up my robe I could see two guys in their thirties in full embrace in the first shower – this was a new Ireland and they were enjoying it. As I was showering I made sure I was facing towards the glass door. Part of me was hoping that maybe someone would glance at my nakedness, wondering what would they make of my distinctly average cock, the other part hoping that I would see whoever was in the third shower if they left before me. I heard the two lovers leave first, and then the other shower was turned off. He didn’t even glance in my direction as he walked past fully naked but drying his hair. But I saw him! I’ve seen many cocks in football and rugby changing rooms over the years, but nothing as impressive as the long thick cock dangling between this guy’s legs! It was the same guy we’d seen leaving the pool with the girl with the big tits – the prefect couple it seemed, at least where bodies are concerned. Quite how she’d take that monster when it was erect I had no idea, but I was aware that my cock was now most certainly erect and I had to stay in the shower until it calmed down! When I eventually got out of the shower, everyone was gone. Marina was waiting impatiently outside. “What kept you,” she hissed, “I need you inside me!”
Back in the room, clothes were rapidly discarded and we jumped naked onto the four-poster bed. Marina just lay on her back and actually screamed “Just get inside me now, I’m absolutely soaking wet!” And she was. So much so that there was very little friction as my cock slipped in and out of her. She was moaning and writhing, but I wasn’t feeling very much at all, so I quickly withdrew, wiped my sopping wet cock with my hand, and plunged back inside. That was better, soon I could feel my climax approaching, with Marina’s muscles clasping tightly around my cock, and we climaxed together with a few grunts as our bodies jerked in unison. I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside until I started to feel my cum drip around my balls and grabbed some tissues to tidy up. Then we just lay beside each other in silence, our naked bodies nestled against each other, looking up at the canopy over the bed. This was turning out to be an anniversary to remember.
Part 3 to follow
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