The bubble bath

I knew immediately as I read Maggie’s text what kind of day it had been:

“Bubbles.”

For my wife, Maggie, there are few things that relieve a stressful day more than a bubble bath. And it was obvious from the one-word text, one was going to be needed this night.

The bathtub filled with bubbles is Mag’s refuge from the world. It is her place to decompress;  her place to escape. She turns off the lights, turns on soft music and lights a candle.

It is a beautiful place to leave the world. Many times, I have been invited to join and I always go gladly. But I only go when asked for it is Maggie’s sacred haven.

As I worked my way through traffic that early evening, my goal was to get home early and prepare the place for her. I rushed home, changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, chilled the wine, turned on the oven for dinner, made sure everything was ready in the bathroom and waited.

Fifteen minutes, Mags walked into the front door, placed her briefcase and coat on the hallway stand, and wordlessly went into the living room where she slumped into a chair. Her legs spread out in front of her, she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed.

For a few minutes, I watched in silence. I could tell she was trying to ease the day from her body. Finally she opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled a little and said, “Well that sucked.”

I came over, leaned over, brushed a strand of her beautiful blonde hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. “I was hoping so, ” I said trying to make light of the moment. “If this is how you respond after a good day, we may have a problem.”

Mags giggled lightly.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked.

My beloved wearily shook her head. “I just want to forget it about it. One of those days.”

I caressed her hand. “Can I get you anything? Dinner, wine, a new job?”

Mags laughed again. “I am fine. I am not hungry, just tired. I want to go bed.”

“Sometimes” I said, kissing the palm of her hand, “you just have to give up the day and try again tomorrow.”

Pulling Maggie to her feet by her right hand and elbow, I kissed her lightly on the forehead. “And that is where you are going,” I said, my right hand touching her face. “But first, we need to make a stop.”

I led her from the living room, up the stairs to the second floor, turned left and walked her towards the end of the hall and our bedroom. But we stopped one room short and I turned her into the bathroom.

“Oh my,” whispered Maggie as she looked inside. It was dark with only one candle burning softly on the counter. The candle’s glow reflected off the bathtub which was filled of warm water and bubbles. Lots of bubbles.  Music was softly playing.

Mags turned to me. “Welcome to your safe place,” I said, kissing her on the lips. “Time for your bath.”

With that, I held her hands as she slipped out of her high heels. As she watched, I began to unbutton the front of her blouse, from top to bottom. Once done, I separated the two sides of the blouse with my hands and slowly pulled the shirt off her shoulders, down her arms and off her.  I placed it on the counter.

Getting down on my knees, I pulled down the side zipper on her skirt. Tugging gently, I slid the skirt off her hips and down her legs to her feet. Maggie stepped out of the skirt. The same thing was done to each of her stockings.

She stood there in only bra and panties.

Rising up again, I watched as Mags removed her necklace, earrings and bracelets  Once finished, I turned Mags around so her back faced me. I unhooked the clasp on her bra, pulled it apart, over her shoulders and down her outstretched arms and off her body.

Next came Maggie’s panties. I slipped my fingers underneath the fabric on both sides and pulled the garment down. Once it reached the floor, Maggie again stepped out of them. She turned around, revealing her physical beauty to me. The candle light cast shadows across her body, from her breasts to her thighs.

“I am sorry,” said Mags, looking me. “I don’t feel very beautiful or sexy after today.”

Grabbing her right hand, I kissed it lightly.  “I don’t care how you feel or what your day is like, you are always beautiful to me,” I said.

With that, I led Mags to the back of the bathtub. I eased her into the warm water. I heard her sigh as the bubbles and water covered her.

“Enjoy,” I whispered.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, poured her favorite Chardonnay into a wine glass and took it to her.

“You are not trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, are you?” said Maggie, reaching for the glass.

“Never crossed my mind — until now,” I said leaving her alone again.

About 15 minutes, I went up to check on Maggie. The empty wine glass was on the bathtub edge, the candle was still burning, the music was still playing. Mags had her eyes closed and a contented look on her face.

“How are we doing?” I said softly.

Maggie  opened her eyes and yawned. “We are getting better all of the time,” she said.

I reached for her hand. “Time for bed,” I said helping her out of the tub.

Using a soft towel, I began to dry off Maggie. I started with her back, slowly going all the way down to her legs. Next came the front. I started with shoulders, her breasts, all the way, slowly rubbing her inner thighs, lightly brushing water off the hair covering her private entrance, then down her legs.

After Maggie was dried off, I took her by the hand, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. There, the covers were pulled back, the lights were off and another candle was lit.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” asked Maggie, as she squeezed my hand.

I squeezed back. “You deserve it,” I said. “You had a bad day.”

“But it is starting to improve immensely,” said Maggie.

I led her to the bed and helped her get in. “On your stomach, please,” I said.

As she turned over, I joined her on bed, with my legs on either side of her two legs. “One more thing before I let you sleep,” I whispered.

With that, I began to slowly and gently massage her shoulders, trying to rub out the remnants of the day. Mags moaned softly as I started with her neck, then shoulders (paying special attention to the birthmark on her right shoulder ) and to her arms. I moved to her back, using my fingers to probe her sore muscles. I moved down to her rib cages and then her waist.

Maggie shivered as I used my forefinger to trace down her spine. “You have some lethal hands there, fella,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

I kept moving south. Slowly, I massaged each buttock. Then each leg, followed by each foot.

After that, I moved back up to Mags and softly kissed her birthmark. I tapped her right hip.

“I do front sides too,” I whispered.

Mags whispered back, “I bet you do.” With that, she turned onto her back.

I started the process again beginning with her neck and her arms. I rubbed the valley between her breasts; stopping at each to caress both and softly pinch each nipple. I slid my hands across her rib cage.

As I moved further down, I gently parted her legs. Starting with her left leg, I raised it high enough to place on my shoulder. Then I began to slowly rub her leg, moving from her inner thigh to her lower calf and back again. I did that twice to her left and then moved to her right leg and repeated the procedure.

When I finally finished with the massage, I could feel the tension had left Maggie’s body. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly.

Moving up to her face, I kissed her softly on the lips. “Good night, my darling,” I whispered.

As I prepared to move off the bed, Maggie grabbed my wrist. “You are not done,” she said quietly, but firmly, with her eyes still closed.

Somewhat surprised, I said, “I am not?”

Mags pushed my hand towards her center. “I need you tonight, just not all of you,” she said.

“What part do you want?” I asked.

Shifting her weight, and continuing to push my hand down, Maggie said, “Your hands seem to be in fine form tonight.”

Taking the hint, I kissed her on the lips. I then settled myself on my knees between her legs.  Maggie, with her legs bent at the knees, moved them farther apart to allow me more access.

Using both hands, I began to again softly rub her inner thighs. I moved my hands from Maggie’s knees down her legs to, but not, touching her middle. Up and down I went, teasing, never touching, but always moving closer.

As my fingers crept closer, I could hear Mags catch her breath, waiting for the touch. Finally on the fourth time, I stopped and gently placed my finger on her clitoris.

“Ohhhhh myyyyy,” gasped Maggie as her body started to squirm.

I used my forefingers to rub the folds of her entrance. As I probed, I felt and saw the moisture began to increase. Her private scent also started to fill the room.

Gently I touched, caressing the edges, rubbing the entrance up and down.  As I did, I allowed my forefinger to start slowly entering into her. I would move in, stop, then move out again. Several times I probed the opening, pushing in a little further each time. I could feel her sacred chamber start to widen.

“You ready for me?” I whispered  after several minutes.

Maggie grabbed my wrist. “All day, I have been ready.”

My right forefinger moved slowly into her. This time, I didn’t pull out.  I felt her close in around it.

Slowly I began to thrust in and out of her. Maggie gasped as I started moving my finger into her. Maggie arched her back to provide more access as her legs, still bent at the knee, spread wide.

I began to move in rhythm, pushing my finger deeper into her. As her chamber opened even more, I began to use two fingers.

Harder and faster I went, fueled by Maggie’s moans of pleasure. Her back arched higher, the nipples of her breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Maggie grabbed my left hand and squeezed hard as her body tensed and she reached her pleasure point. With one final moan, I felt her love stream cover my two fingers. I keep thrusting until her body relaxed and her breathing subsided.

My fingers slipped from inside her. After licking her taste from my fingers, I moved up to lightly kiss Maggie on the lips. Her eyes were closed and she was beginning to slip into sleep.

“Thank you for the night,” she muttered. “I owe you one.”

I kissed her again. “You owe me nothing,” I whispered. “It is an honor to pleasure you.”

There was no reply.

With that I left her, turning off the lights and leaving the room. I finished cleaning up the bathroom and downstairs. When I returned 30 minutes, Maggie was sound asleep on her left side. I changed into pajamas and joined her in bed. I kissed the birthmark on her shoulder and went to sleep.

———-

I was still asleep that next morning; in that phase between full sleep and wide awake. As I dozed, I felt something moving on my leg. It felt warm.

As I turned my head and opened my eyes, there was Maggie. She was lying on her side, her elbow bent, her head resting on her right.  Her left hand was reaching into my pajama bottoms. She was wide awake and smiling at me.

“Darn it, ” she said. “I was hoping to get started before you woke up.”

I was still trying to comprehend what she meant. “Get started with what?” I asked. I felt her hand slowly making its way down from my stomach.

Maggie smiled. “Taking care of you the way you took care of me last night.”

Feeling my penis start to stir, I protested — but not strongly. “You don’t have to,” I said. “That was for you because you needed and deserved  it. You owe me nothing.”

Maggie leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I felt her hand reach its destination, covering my groin area.

“You protected me last night and that alone is enough,” she whispered. Then I heard Maggie giggled again as she started to stroke me.

“Besides a girl has to pay her debts.”