She opened the backdoor leading to their personal hot spring. It was a small one with wooden tiles that was made for a few people at most, decorated by vines and other greens.
Her naked husband was already in the hot spring, his body below the chest was underwater, unfortunately it was hard to see anything due to steam and awkard angle. It was a bit arousing if she had to be honest.
She sat next to him in the hot spring and put her head on his shoulder. Both to be closer to him and to check him out. She was his wife after all, she should have the privilege of being able to check him out whenever she pleases.
“You picked a real good hotel,” she further buried her head on his neck. Now that she had a clear view of his body, she was in a better mood.
“Yeah. Saw the poster about having personal hot spring and decided it would be great for a honeymoon.” He placed his hand on her waist. But it didn’t take long before he moved it lower. He managed to reach her thigh before the first complain from her came.