Chapter 1
Harold scooted across the couch and put his arm around Virginia's shoulder. She gave him a brief smile, then went on reading the evening newspaper. As she turned from the front page, he began kissing her neck and ear. Still she ignored him and went on trying to read. His hand slid intimately over her knee.
"Harold. For goodness sakes, honey, let me read the paper," she protested.
He chuckled "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, nuzzling her neck, Virginia tried to continue her reading but couldn't. Harold's lips kept working at her neck and his hand began stroking her nyloned thighs. She clenched her thighs together to stop his wandering hand, then dropped the r to the floor.
"What's come over you this evening?" she asked, turning her face toward him with a teasing smile.
"I love my wife and I'm horny as the devil. Let's go back to the bedroom."
"It's not bedtime, Harold. Besides, we can't"
"Why not? It's not your period, I hope." She laughed. "No. Not for two more weeks yet." "That's a relief," he breathed, hugging her closer and pushing his hand higher between her thighs.
Virginia accepted his kiss, opening her mouth little by little to take in his darting tongue. When his fingers brushed the lips of her pan tied cunt, she sighed and let her legs open slightly. She sucked his tongue as he teased her pussy through her panties. In less than a minute she felt his fingers hook under her crotchband and begin trying to enter her.
"Slow down, darling," she breathed, pushing him away. "Come on, Ginny," he coaxed. "Let's go have a quickie."
"Mark is still in the tub." "Go get him out and put him to bed." "It's too early," she protested.
Harold's hands cupped her face lovingly. He looked into her eyes. "Then let's have a quickie while he's bathing. Come on."
Virginia was moved by his urgency. "I'll get him out of the tub and into bed. Maybe he'll go to sleep early."
"I hope," Harold grinned, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. "The condition I'm in, I doubt if 1 could wait till bedtime."
"Sex maniac," Virginia teased.
"It's your fault for being so pretty," he countered.
"I love you, Harold."
"Then prove it. Take me to bed and show me."
"All right, darling. But first, let me take care of Mark," she said, rising from the couch and moving toward the bath.
"Then you can take care of me," he called after her.
They both laughed as Virginia hurried down the hall. Still smiling, she went into the bathroom, put down the toilet lid and sat on its decorative cover, using the John like a chair. Leaning forward with her chin in her hands, she watched her young son splash happily in the tub of warm water.
"Fun, Mama. Fun," he said, suddenly striking out at his toy boat and sinking it with one bomblike blow. He laughed shrilly as the plastic boat shot back to the surface and rode the waves.
Virginia laughed with him. It pleased the boy and he immediately sank the boat again, this time watching his mother's face as he jumped up and down.
"Hold on, podner," Virginia grinned as a wave came sloshing over the side of the tub and wet the tiled floor. "You're getting too big for that."
"Mark a big boy, Mama," he said proudly.
"Mark certainly is," Virginia cooed. "Mark is Mama's little man."
She let the boy play for a couple more minutes, then took a soiled towel and spread it over the puddle beside the tub. "Come on, sweetheart It's time for bed now," she said kneeling beside the tub and holding out her arms.
He stood up and waited for her to inspect him. "Wash good, Mama," he said.
"How about your face?" she smiled, noticing that hadn't been touched.
"Wash good," he said again.
"Okay, pal. Okay," she chuckled, but got the washcloth to scrub his face anyway. Holding the back of his head, she managed to get his face clean with him squirming and sputtering.
There was one other part of his anatomy that Mark always forgot to wash. Virginia took his tiny penis between her thumb and forefinger and skinned it back. She took the head in the wet cloth and washed it as Mark giggled and erected.
"There," she said. "All clean."
She dropped the cloth into the water and reached for a clean towel. His penis was already beginning to droop as she put the towel around his little body and lifted him from the tub. She dried him thoroughly and carried him into his room, wrapped in the towel.
She dressed him for bed and put him into it, pulling the cover up to his chin.
"Night-night, Mama."
"Good night, sweetheart," she cooed, then bent to kiss him. She turned on his night light and turned off his lamp, then patted his tummy before she left and went up the hall to the living room.
Harold was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked up and smiled as his wife entered the room. "Did you get our towhead put away for the night?"
Virginia noticed the gleam in her husband's eye. She nodded and returned his smile, then went to join him on the couch as he patted a spot beside him. He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
"Sounded like fun back there," he said.
"Mark loves his hath. I'm glad. It makes it so much easier on me," she said.
"Yeah," Harold grinned. "His father would enjoy his bath more if he got the same kind of attention Mark does."
She laughed. "His father would forget all about washing."
"Try me and see," he coaxed..
"Oh, Harold.. Harold. Do you want a boat to play with too?"
"No, honey. Ill play with these," he said, and brought up his hands to cup her breasts. "Be serious," she giggled.
"I am serious. How about it, Ginny? We never have taken a bath together." "Harold!"
'It sounds like fun. Let's do it now." "No, Harold. I couldn't!" 'Why not?"
"I just couldn't. It would embarrass me to death."
"Being naked with me like that?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't embarrass you in bed.
"That's different," she said, squirming a little. "I he lights are out then."
"I love to look at you naked," he said. "Come on, Ginny. Let's hop in the tub together and wash each other tonight."
"For goodness sakes, Harold. No . . . bathing is a private thing. I mean, it's just something a person does alone."
"Lots of married couples take baths together."
"I don't believe it. No, I just can't swallow that."
"If I prove it to you, will you hop in the tub with me?"
"You can't prove a thing like that."
"Will yon do it if I can?"
"I'd feel so silly," she said. "You can't prove it anyway. Who in the world would admit to doing such a thing?"
"Then it's agreed? If I can prove another couple takes baths together and swears it helps their marriage, you you'll hop in the ol' tub with me?"
"You're nutty, you know that? But nice. .. Okay, prove it to me if you can," she said, sure that he could not.
Harold reached for the newspaper and opened it to the Dear Abby column. "Here," he said, pushing the paper toward her. "Read this."
She began to read the letter from a farmer who claimed that he and his wife had for years bathed together each day when he came in from the fields. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" she exclaimed.
"Proof enough? Doesn't he say that bathing together has helped their marriage? And what was Abby's comment?"
"She seemed to think it was all right," Virginia said, her cheeks beginning to flush. "Come on now, honey ..."
"You come on," he grinned, getting to his feet and pulling her up from the couch by her hand. "It's bath time."
"Honey, I just can't!" Virginia said, holding back as he tugged at her.
Sure you can, baby," Harold soothed. "It'll be fun." "It's depraved."
"You know better than that, Ginny."
She did know better; she understood that anything a husband and wife enjoyed doing together in privacy was all right as long as neither of them got hurt. . . and bathing surely couldn't hurt either of them. Her reluctance to get into the tub with Harold was nothing but false modesty, and she knew it. Her attitude was merely a hangover from pleasure-is-sin philosophy her father had always preached. Virginia pulled herself up straight and smiled at her husband.
"Let me get in the tub before you come into the bathroom," she said.
He broke into a pleased grin. "I'll give you five minutes' head start," he said, then pulled her to him for a hug and kiss before he swatted her well-rounded butt and sent her hurrying off down the hall.
Virginia looked in on Mark. He was already sound asleep. She shut his door quietly and went into the bathroom across the hall. The tub was still full of water. She flipped the lever to empty it. While it was draining, she mopped up the water Mark had sloshed over the side of the She rinsed the tub, then started the water to refill it for herself and Harold. She would rather not go through with this, she thought. She asked herself why. False modesty, her mind answered again, nothing more. She fully realized there was no earthly reason why she should not bathe with her own husband and enjoy it. It was an intimate thing and Harold was right-it would be fun. She determined to put away her silly modesty and enjoy it along with him.
Bubble bath . . . not only would it make their togetherness bathing more luxurious, but the bubbles would partially hide her nude body until she got used to Harold being there. Virginia got out her bottle of bubbling bath oil and poured a generous amount under the gush of water running loudly from the faucet. Thousands of foamy white bubbles immediately began spreading over the top of the water.
She looked at it and was satisfied with the result. It will be nice, she told herself as she began to strip off her clothes. When she was nude, she stood for a moment before the full-length mirror, studying her voluptuous body. She thought of what her husband had said a few minutes earlier-like he liked to look at her naked. Suddenly it pleased her. What could be more natural than a man's taking pride in the sight of his wife's body? Especially when the body was as lovely as hers.
Deciding not to tie up her hair, Virginia turned away from the mirror and climbed into the tub, giggling. She turned off the cold water and let the tub fill the rest of the way with hot. Then she turned off the hot water also and =•-1 again; as. the steaming water and the millions of tin\ bubbles covered her to her neck.
"Honey?" Harold called softly, from the hall. "I'm ready, darling," she called back. "Come on in The door swung open and Harold walked into the bathroom grinning. He shook his head. "All those bubbles," he complained, good-naturedly. "I see more of you in church than I do now."
"They only last a few minutes," she told him. "Besides, 111 have to sit up so you can get into the tub with me." Harold grinned more broadly and began stripping, Virginia watched as he quickly shed his clothes. In spite of her resolve to relax and enjoy their first bath together, she couldn't help flushing as Harold took off his shorts and his cock flipped out, hard and ready. She forced herself to smile as he climbed into the tub and took her hands to pull her to a sitting position. She didn't know what to expect next.
"Want me to wash your back?" she asked. "I'd like that," he said, and bent to kiss her before he turned.
Virginia pulled back her head to keep his ass from brushing against her face as he turned excitedly and faced the other way. His balls swayed between his legs as he squatted down to sit between her legs.
"It's hot," he said, stopping and pulling back up as his nuts dipped into the water. "You always bathe in water this hot?# "Can't you take it, sissy?" she teased. "I can if you can," he said, then sighed as he sat down and scooted his ass closer to her. "Give it a good scrubbing, honey.".
She took a washcloth and used it like a sponge to carry water up to his shoulders, squeezing it and letting the water run down his squirming back. "Too hot for you?" Huh-uh. Go ahead and soap me." She dipped the bar of soap into the water and rubbed up a lather on the cloth, then began vigorously scrubbing his back. Harold took both her feet and pulled them over his thighs, squeezing and patting them as she worked on his "Mmm," he sighed. "I'm the luckiest guy alive."
"Because I'm a good back scrubber?" she laughed.
"No, baby. But that's a nice extra. I'm talking about love." He squeezed her big toes affectionately.
A warm glow spread over her at his words. She smiled at the back of his head and went on washing his back. After she'd soaped him down to the level of the water, she took another cloth and rinsed his back.
"Now me," she said, and drew up her legs to pivot on her ass in the tub. "You know . . . this is nice enough to become habit forming," she added, as Harold began rubbing the soapy washcloth over her back.
"It is nice," he said, running an arm around her and cupping a breast as his other hand kept working at her back. "Move your hair out of the way, honey."
Virginia turned her head and flipped her long brunette hair over her shoulder. It fell down her chest and covered the hand still on her tit. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting the force of his washing hand sway her body to and fro. She could feel his fingers at her nipple, working it gently and making it hard with desire. Thinking that was nice too, she left her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations.
"Turn around and let me wash your front."
There was no embarrassment now. Virginia turned to face her husband with a smile. She straightened up and pushed out her large, firm tits for him to soap, then sighed again and again as he worked lovingly at them. She watched his face all the while, welcoming the desire she saw growing hotter and hotter. r.
"Ginny." he said urgently, dropping the washcloth and taking her soap-slick tits in his bare hands.
"In the tub?" she asked "Yea, honey ... oh yes!" he moaned, reaching down to pull her leg; apart and place them around his hips She scooted eagerly toward him, helping him slide her buttocks up his thighs to bring their loins hotly together.
Looking down between their bodies, she took his stiff dick in her hand and brought and brought it to her pussy under the water.
She squirmed in his lap until the head pressed through her cunt lips and probed into her vagina.
"Harold?"
"Yes, honey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, darling. Make me a promise? "
"Anything, sweetheart."
Her face took on a pained look as she sank down and took his entire cock into her warm sheath.
"Ouuu... promise.... Me you'll never.... TAKE.... Mmmm....another bath without.... Me!"
"Baby, baby, baby," he crooned, putting his arms around her and mashing her soapy tits against his chest.
"Oh, Harold," she sighed. "My darling. I love you. I love you.
"Me too you, angel," Harold whispered in her ear. "With all my heart and soul."
Harold reached into the water and took one of her buttocks in each hand. He pulled her toward him, then she pushed backward with her feet at the front of the tub, then he pulled her cunt over his cock again . . .
The water sloshed inside the tub and Virginia held herself against him, hugging him tightly as she brought her mouth to his for a kiss.
Their lips parted little by little. Tongue tip met tongue tip and began circling and teasing. Harold's hands held and kneaded her buttocks and Virginia's hands stroked lovingly over his back. She clenched the walls of her vagina around his rod, holding it tightly and enjoying the guttural sound of his groan as it choked all muffled into her mouth.
His fingers dug into her ass and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and hollowed her cheeks with sudden suction, licking at his tongue and sucking it deeper into her mouth as she pushed with her feet and slid part way off his cock.
Immediately he jerked her toward him, filling her pussy with his throbbing prick and groaning at the delicious friction.
Water sloshed inside the tub as Virginia pushed away once more, only to be yanked back hotly. They kept at it, getting faster and faster, neither of them noticing nor caring as the water sloshed higher and higher and finally began washing over the side of the tub and puddling on the floor.
In a matter of seconds they were both sighing and moaning with the onset of orgasm. Their upper bodies swayed together now as if glued, Virginia's supple back doing all the bending as both worked to keep his cock stroking rapidly in and out of her cunt. Harold's dick began twitching, out of control. The sudden jerking pushed Virginia into orgasm with him. They slammed wetly together, shuddering and clinging to each other and moaning and whimpering as his sperm shot into the depths of her spasming twat.