Bri & Liam visit the Wellness Center
“Oh my god baby, I’m getting really close,” Bri voiced breathlessly, squeezing her thighs around her hand.
“Me too baby,” said Liam, one hand working steadily up and down the length of his erection, the other rubbing his balls. “Let’s come together.”
The two had been at it for the better part of an hour, beginning slowly and each working themselves up to this point, the brink of release.
But the evening didn’t start here in their warm apartment, where the curtains were drawn against the chill night and a single lamp cast a cozy light over the bedroom. After dinner, the two had walked down the hill to the Wellness Center and joined a dozen others, mostly strangers, for a soak and a sauna. Bri knew how exciting Liam found the whole arrangement — the mix of intimacy and anonymity, the innocent voyeurism of showering naked with others, the chance of crossing paths with anyone at all — and once back to the apartment, she easily talked him into a mutual masturbation session. She too found their visit hot, but spent five whole days a week working at the center; naked bodies coming and going were a daily sight for her. It was her husband’s excitement that tickled her imagination.
In the sauna, Bri had admired the way Liam’s soft penis caught the warm light from the single lamp. It shifted as he moved his legs, flexing to rest on the bench. Beside him was an older woman turned to lean against the side wall. Her large pendulous breasts caught the same warm light as they jostled and swung with her small movements. Now, back at home, that same penis caught the private light of the bedroom lamp. Instead of reclining politely against Liam’s thigh, it arched toward the ceiling as he gripped the base. Bri followed its rigid length with her eyes up to the tip as she slipped two fingers inside herself. She bit her lip and groaned.
After the sauna, Liam had watched from the soaking tub as Bri walked over to the attendant to get a towel. He watched her generous butt jiggle as she moved, her hips tipping from side to side, her thighs beaded with water and rubbing together. The two women talked and laughed for a moment — her coworker clothed in a sage polo and navy shorts, Bri naked from head to toe with her hair slicked back. Had the two of them been naked together before? Either possibility excited him. Bri walked back to the tub with a fresh white towel, and Liam admired her plump breasts as they jiggled with each step. Now, in the bedroom, those same breasts were rocking with the rhythm of her masturbation. She cupped one in her palm and held her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. Liam timed his rhythm to hers.
“Baby you look so good right now,” he groaned, stroking the length of himself hungrily. He held the image of his wife standing happily nude in front of her coworker alongside this view of her masturbating enthusiastically at the other end of the bed. Her breasts had jiggled as she laughed with the other woman, raining droplets of water down onto the tile. Now her chest was warm and flushed, her nipples dancing as she worked her hips against a hand between her thighs.
“You do too baby,” she replied. “I’m so wet watching you stroke that thing.” She pictured him walking among the naked people in the locker room headed for the showers. Any one of the people could arouse Liam under different circumstances. The same woman who sat innocently next to him in the sauna, for example, who was just now taking off her towel to shower, could invite him to play with her breasts and he would respond with an achingly strong erection. Instead, he passed her by with his soft penis swinging with each step. It’s a thin line, she thought. She delighted in the proximity of possibility, and vice versa.
Bri spread her knees and brought a hand down from her chest to circle her clit. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close.”
Liam grunted his agreement and shifted to his knees, one hand working his throbbing penis while the other held him steady on the bed.
“Come with me,” she said, locking eyes with her masturbating husband. “I want to feel us come at the same time.”
He sat back on his heels and reached to take her outstretched hand, feeling the slickness of her fingers. They gripped each other tight as they brought themselves to the edge. The orgasm rose and broke over their naked bodies.