The Etruscan Bath

One summer a few years after we got married, my wife and I went on a cruise to Bermuda. I was a bit reluctant at first, even before news of the floating Petrie dishes of noro or corona virus that these ships can become, there was a certain stigma about cruises. After reading the brochure and contemplating a few days in the sun and pink sand of Bermuda, I decided that this would be the ideal vacation for us. 

We left our apartment on the Upper East Side, took a ten dollar cab ride across town, boarded the ship and checked in. Our bags were brought to the room and we were free to explore the ship. We went straight to the top deck, found a couple of lounge chairs by the pool and ordered two Bahama Mamas and listened to the house band play Reggae music on a spectacular sunny day with a view of the Empire State Building. We were officially on vacation, just an hour after we left home. 

After we sailed out of the harbor, we headed to our room. My wife wanted to check out the spa so I told her to go for it and I would see her at our room. When she got there, she told me she booked a couple of appointments for herself. “I also booked us a couples spa treatment,” she informed me.

“Really?  What kind of treatment,” I asked. 

“It’s called The Etruscan Bath,” she replied. “We go into a private chamber, take off our clothes then go into another room where we rub mud all over our bodies. We then go into the next room where we sit for fifteen minutes to soak in the mud. When time is up, we shower off and get dressed.”

I was stunned, and turned on. This seemed out of character for my wife, usually preferring to make love with the lights off, the thought of rubbing each other’s bodies completely naked aroused me. “That sounds like a lot of fun,” I said, not revealing my true thoughts. 

I learned a little about the Etruscans from watching the History Channel. I recalled that they were so bacchanal that the Greeks and Romans thought they were perverts. Certainly, the spa operator knew exactly what happens when they put couples into a private chamber and tell them to get naked and rub each other. I was so looking forward to it. 

The next day we were at sea. We showed up for our late morning appointment at the spa and were greeted by a young woman who took us to the chamber and explained everything to us. “When your time is up, an alarm will go off and the lights will turn on, so that’s when you can wash off the mud and get dressed,” she concluded. “Enjoy!”

We entered the chamber and closed the door behind us. We were in the dressing room so we disrobed. My wife casually got out of her shorts and T-shirt and undid her bra letting her 34B tits out, then slid her panties down and stepped out of them. I took off my clothes and pulled down my boxers. I couldn’t help myself, I was already hard in anticipation of what was to come. We stood there looking at each other, my cock pointing at her. “Looks like you’re expecting more than just a mud bath,” she snarked, with a wry smile. Yes, I most certainly was!

We stepped into the next room where there was a basin filled with the mud. I stuck my hands in and grabbed a big scoop. I turned to face her and started applying it on her shoulders. I went down her arms then rubbed some on her upper chest. She took a scoop and did the same to me. I took some more and started on her chest and worked my way down to hers tits. I massaged them and played with her nipples, which were noticeably getting hard. Looks like she’s enjoying this as much as me. 

We covered each other with the mud, taking particular care to spread it over her ass and her inner thighs, brushing up against her pussy lips. She took a handful of mud and applied it to my stiff cock and balls.

We stepped into the next room, it was tiled with a hand shower attached to a hose hanging on the wall and a teak bench on the opposite side. We sat down, I leaned back, my cock sticking straight up, “How about a hand job?” I asked. She reached over and slid her left hand slowly up and down my shaft teasing me, then gripped it tighter and stroked me slowly. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the experience of my beautiful wife pleasuring me in the private room of public space. 

After a minute or so I realized it wasn’t fair that I was having all the fun so I sat up and reached over to play with her pussy. She parted her legs and I noticed she was getting wet. Her pussy juice washed the mud off her inner thighs and pubes were glistening. I slid my middle finger between her lips then up to her clit, which was hard and poking out from its hood. She stifled a squeal  when I first touched it and trying to be quiet as I vigorously rubbed it, using her wetness as lube. She picked up the pace and jerked my cock faster matching my pace. 

I stuck my two middle fingers up her cunthole and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. She groaned then started kissing me to keep from screaming. I curled my fingers and rubbed her g spot while grinding her clit. Her mouth was locked onto mine, her tongue reached deeper into my mouth as she whimpered with pleasure. I felt her tighten around my fingers and I knew she was close. 

She stopped stroking me but held on to my shaft. I saw her body tense as she raised her hips off the bench, pushing her pubis into my hand. I shoved my two fingers as deep as I could get into her as she tightened her grip on them. She was breaking deep and quickly, letters out a soft low moan. She contorted her face as she tried to stifle a scream and started bucking on my hand as I was deep inside her. 

As she came I felt the walls of her cunt contracting on my fingers as warm juices flowed onto my hand. After almost a minute she dropped down on the bench and laid back panting. She opened her eyes and gave me a satisfied smile, then sat back up to resume jerking my throbbing cock. After seeing her I was so turned on I knew I wouldn’t take much longer. A couple of minutes of hard pumping and I felt the build up of my impending orgasm. My cum shot out in a long stream, landing on the tiled floor, followed by three or four shorter blast as she kept pumping until there was nothing left to extract. 

We laid back and embraced each other and kissed. We only had a couple of minutes to bask in the afterglow when a bell went off and the lights went on. We got up and washed the mud off us and made sure the cum on the floor went down the drain. We toweled off and got dressed. 

We walked out of the chamber and the same young woman was waiting for us. “How was it,” she asked.

“It was wonderful!” my wife exclaimed.

“Yes, quite… invigorating,” I added not knowing exactly how to describe the intimate experience we just shared.

We walked out of the spa and back to the room to continue our love making. We had a great time on the cruise and in Bermuda but the Etruscan Bath is my favorite memory of the trip.