Julie parked her car and carried the groceries in the house through the open garage door. She stopped when she saw her husband working on some sort of project. "What on earth is that?" She said. To her, it appeared to be some sort of bench or table but either way, it looked unfinished.
Brad looked up from his new creation and smiled at her. "A surprise." He said. "Just keep moving."
Julie went on to the kitchen and put the groceries away.
Later, that evening, she had all but forgotten Brad and his contraption in the garage and was soaking in the master suite tub. The suds were heavenly, her I-pod was streaming some soft jazz and the moon had chosen this evening to be centered in the sky right outside the bathroom window. The three fingers in her vagina were feeling very nice.
Brad chose this moment to open the door. Julie didn't jerk or attempt to disguise what she was doing as Brad knelt at the side of the tub. Her fingers continued to work at her pussy but she did manage to open her eyes.
"Well this is completely unacceptable." He whispered and he nibbled at her neck.
"Oh, no, I must have broken another Brad rule." Julie said.
Brad took her arm and helped her stand. He used a hand wand to rinse her off. When she stepped out of the water, Brad used a big towel to dry her off. She was then wrapped in a fluffy long robe.
"What do you plan to...." Brad put a finger to her lips. When he removed it, he replaced it with his lips. "Not another work." Brad said.
He led Julie downstairs, through the house and into the garage. It was very dark and Julie was trying to focus. But Brad guided her forward until her legs touched something soft.
