I’m constantly amazed by the appalling lack of imagination shown by wives when it comes to sex with their husbands. At least that’s the message I get from my boys when they come see me. Even the shy ones like to pretend we’re engaging in something more than raw animal sex. I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Their loss is my gain. In more ways than one.
Take Henry, for example. Hank called me one afternoon around 4:30 to tell me he’d had a bitch of a day at the office and he really needed to unwind. Would I mind if he came over and unloaded his burden of bullshit on me? He insisted he only needed a sympathetic shoulder to lean on but I knew if a perky pair of tits came with the package he wouldn’t mind at all. Henry and I have been best buddies for several months, every other Wednesday, so I felt pretty comfortable giving him my room number. I said I was pretty tensed up myself and thought I’d jump in the tub for a long soak but I’d leave the door open a crack. Just to make sure he closed it tight when he came in.
I never wear perfume when I entertain. Some guys are ferociously allergic to the stuff and every wife I’ve ever known will go ballistic if her man comes home wearing it secondhand. But on this occasion I didn’t think it would hurt to use a little scented bubble bath. After all I was setting a scene and I wanted it to have the ring of authenticity about it.
I dumped some bath salt in the tub and let the hot water run while I stepped out of my street clothes. The bubbles frothed and whirled around the rim of the tub as I stepped gingerly into the water and turned off the faucet. God I love my job. I leaned back and waited for Hank to come in. I knew he’d love the sight of me lying back in the tub as soon as he entered the bathroom, the nipples on my firm breasts poking up out of the water like that. I even got a little excited myself and took a few laps around the labia track with my happy fingers. A girl’s got to get in the mood, you know.
I heard the door to the room open and shut, then Hank came into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub, and started talking to me about his day. I listened to his rant for the first few minutes but then I found my attention beginning to wander. I decided to have a little fun. I pushed my breasts out of the top of the water my pink nipples hardening. He paused mid-sentence and wet his lips but he continued doggedly onward with his tale of woe. So, I pushed my pelvis upward, spreading my legs and exposing my pussy to him all wet, warm. Then I submerged it again and slipped my fingers in between my slit rubbing up and down my crease.
“Why don’t you join me, Hank,” I whispered urgently, clearing away the bubbles and ramming a finger inside my tight hole. “The water’s fine.”
That was all it took. Hank forgot about his miserable day. He quickly shrugged out of his work uniform, dropped his boxers and went for a swim with his baby. His mouth closed quickly on my stiff nipples and he shoved his middle finger deep into my pussy. I quivered with delight.
“Is that what you had in mind, you fucking little tease?” he asked with a wicked grin and I had to admit he had me there. Come to think of it, it’s pretty easy to get your mind off work. It all depends on your partner’s imagination. Ciao!