I met Mike at work. He was one of our vendors, and on a routine visit, we hit it off and became friends. That led to communication, primarily online. His home office was in another state, but as a field guy, he was stationed and lived only a few hours away. Our conversations ran the gamut: work, hobbies, and eventually, sex.
Before you jump to conclusions: no, we aren't talking gay stuff here, although I have enough of a bi streak that when we started talking sex, and Mike revealed the size of his cock to me, I had to admit, I was curious.
Regarding things sexual, we primarily talked about our wives and the things we did with them. Sometimes, it was the things we didn't do with them. It didn't take long to realize Mike and his wife, Lisa, had a much more active sex life than my wife, Sue, and I did. Mike and Lisa generally ran around the house nude, while my wife tended to cover up, her personal view of her own body being what it was. Mike and Lisa fucked nearly every day, sometimes more than once. Sue and I would sometimes go for months between sex sessions.
The four of us had gotten together a couple times, in social settings. Everybody got along well enough, though my wife still considered them more-or-less strangers. Definitely not friends, at least. Not yet, anyhow.
So, one day, Mike told me he and Lisa had built a sauna at their place and would we like to come try it out with them. Christen it, so to speak. I brought the subject up to Sue, and although she wasn't enthusiastic about it, she agreed.
The day arrived. Sue agonized over what we should take, as a thank you for the invitation. She settled on a wine she liked, buying two bottles.
She asked, "Should I bring a swimsuit or something?"
"Mike didn't say. I'm guessing it isn't necessary."
"Okay," was the response, skepticism regarding what that meant dripping from her voice.
Still, she didn't change her mind. When the time came to leave, she grabbed her bottles and we went.
Sue seemed wrapped up in her thoughts along the way, so I didn't bother her. When we arrived at Mike and Lisa's, there were greetings and hugs, and welcomes to their home. They were dressed casually, as were we. No need to dress up: we were here to use the sauna after all, and we wouldn't be doing that fully clothed.
Wine was poured, and we visited a while. The alcohol appeared to ease Sue's nerves. After a couple glasses, she seemed much more relaxed than she had been along the way.
Then, Lisa asked, "Would you like see the sauna before we try it out?"
I agreed wholeheartedly, my wife a little less so. Nevertheless, we got up and were led through the house to the back. At one corner of their generous deck was a wooden structure, and to that we were guided.
When the door was opened, a pillow of warm, damp air poured out. Sue and I poked our heads inside and saw a much more spacious interior than the outside led you to believe. Generous tiered benches lined three walls, with the heat and humidity controls on the blank wall. At a guess, the temp had to be at least in the eighties, with a humidity a few points above your typical Midwestern summer day. We'd be sweating, that was for sure.
When we ducked out again, Mike said, "Now that you've seen it, you want to try it?"
I told him, "I can hardly wait."
"Great," Lisa smiled. "Let me show you a room you can change in, and we'll meet you back here, okay?"
We both nodded, and were led back into the house, to a spare bedroom. Large bath towels lay folded on the bed. We were told, "When you're ready, bring your towel out and join us." As she started out the door, Lisa stopped and said, "I'm so glad you're here. It's always nice to share these things."
We thanked our host and Sue closed the door when Lisa was partway down the hall.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "I'm just nervous about being with other people like this."
I picked up a towel. "You can keep yourself covered up if you want. I have no idea what the protocol is here. I've never used a sauna before in my life. It'll be an adventure for us both."
A few beats went by, and Sue finally took the towel I held with a nod of resolution.
I started undressing, and shortly, Sue started doing the same. When we were both nude, I took a look at my wife and pulled her to me.
"You're the most beautiful woman I know."
She laughed, "Yeah, but you're prejudiced."
"Only telling the truth as I see it. I don't think anybody's going to run out of the sauna screaming. You and Lisa aren't built all that differently."
Skeptically, Sue responded, "It's pretty obvious to me that she works out."
I wasn't going to tell her the kind of exercise Lisa and her husband got to the most, but merely said, "Maybe so, but I think everybody's going to be just fine with how you look."
Not totally convinced, she said, "I sure hope so," then tied her hair up and wrapped the towel around her body.
Picking up the other towel, I asked, "You ready?"
"I guess so," Sue returned.
Grabbing the doorknob, we made our way back outside. I was only carrying my towel, and even though it wasn't a long walk, I felt a thrill being naked outdoors. The light evening breeze felt good on the parts that didn't normally feel such things. A glance over to Sue said she felt really exposed being outside in only a towel, even if Mike and Lisa's back yard was completely hidden from outside eyes.
She beat me to the sauna, and held the handle of the door while she waited for me to saunter across the deck.
"I don't know how you talked me into this," Sue said with a sigh, then pulled the sauna door open.
Once more, a warm ball of moist air rolled over us. I watched Sue steel herself, just before she stepped inside. Following right behind, I was greeted by the sight of our hosts, nude and relaxing in the damp heat.
