Authorâs note: Tons of appreciation for my editor is required (you know who you are). You didnât have to take me on, but Iâm glad you did! This story wouldnât be what it is without your help. Many, many thanks!
Outside, the sun started making its sojourn to the night. Inside, the TV channels flipped by at the speed of light. Nothing held her attention for more than thirty seconds. Maggie sunk deeper and deeper into her blue funk.
âTo hell with this,â she said turning the TV off, throwing the remote to the bed.
It was Friday, had it really only been a week since her gall bladder surgery? The healing wounds on her body said yes, it had only been a week. Maggie crossly recalled the words of her doctorâs appointment yesterday afternoon:
âIâm sorry Maggie, but itâs another week in bed for you.â
âAnother seven days in this damn bed,â she said.
Her mood swung into bitterness, this was definitely not the lifestyle of a fierce young woman. Maggie, a tiny frame at only 5ft 4in, kept her body in good shape. Hours in the gym each week kept her tummy taut, her ass firm and her legs shapely. She turned heads with her mane of wavy brown hair and her steely green eyes. Looks could deceive as she was strong in mind and chewed out men twice her size in the boardroom for breakfast. She was a tigress that lived for the hunt and thrill of the kill. But the mirror across the room told another story. In her eyes, the brash, no nonsense woman was gone.
In the past week she had been replaced by a dependent shell of a girl in pink bunny pajama bottoms and ratty t-shirt. Aggravated did not even begin to describe Maggieâs state of mind. Maggie was wondering if she could put herself out of her misery by strangling herself with the duvet when she heard movement in the living room. It was her husband David home from work.
A sandy blonde head poked its way through the door.
âHey, there! I thought you would be asleep.â
Striding into the room, David loosened his tie and took a seat on the bed.
âHow was your day?â
âIt sucked.â Maggieâs response was snippy.
A furrow developed on her forehead that caught Davidâs attention immediately. He placed a hand on the back of her neck and massaged it. Maggie relaxed.
âIâm sorryâŠIâm being bitchy, David, Iâm so sick of this, I canât do anything for myself! Rolling over hurts, stretching hurts, hell, it even hurts too much to get myself off!â
David continued to massage Maggieâs neck, understanding her pain, especially the last part. He definitely missed the feistiness of his wife in bed. It had been a long week in that aspect. A devilish thought rolled through his mind. A wicked grin crossed his face as a quick plan formulated. Standing up, David asked,
âListen, since you canât do anything for yourself just yet, can I do it for you?â
Maggie was unsure, but agreed anyway.
David disappeared from the room. Moments later, he came back, had shod his work clothing and was clad in only a pair of sweat pants. The sculpted upper body of her husband distracted Maggie shortly; David was definitely a looker with his built physique and cat like grey eyes. Being a good foot taller than Maggie, the main view she got from sitting on the bed was his lower body. Watching the muscles in his butt move, along with the faint outline of his bulge sent a pool of heat down to Maggieâs own lower regions. â
I miss being with him
â she thought silently.
In the beginning stages of arousal, Maggie didnât notice that David was carrying a basin of water and a towel to the bed.
âWhatâs all this?â Maggie questioned.
David set the bowl on the nightstand and smiled mysteriously. She knew that smile; she had seen it a thousand times since they had been together. Those past memories ran through her mind, the pool of heat between her legs furiously beginning to burn.
David propped Maggie up with two pillows and simply said,
âSponge bath.â
He knelt on the bed at her feet.
âComfortable? Good.â
He stripped Maggie of her clothing. As his fingers slid down her smooth legs, David could feel her warm, soft skin. Standing up, he took a moment to take in the lusciousness of her naked body. He drank in the vision of her full, round breasts, sensuous curves, and strong legs. His cock stirred at the thought of touching her; David took the washcloth and picked up one of her hands. He scrubbed the palm and washed between her delicate fingers, taking his time. Once he was finished, he proceeded to the length of her arm. Maggie felt the cool, refreshing water on her forearm and the touch of Davidâs lips on her fingers. They looked at each other with love and longing. He repeated the treatment on the other arm and then eased her onto her side.
Bringing his body along side hers, David gave broad strokes on Maggieâs back with the washcloth. Arching into him, she felt herself become more and more in need of his affectionate touch. His free hand floated down the arc of her hip.
âWhy canât I keep my hands off of you?â His voice was almost inaudible.
Maggie smiled back and he laid a kiss on her shoulder. His ministrations had her awash in a warm glow. A blush crept across her face; her wane complexion quickly being replaced by a healthy flush.
Rolling her onto her back, he started on Maggieâs torso. He soothingly washed first one, then the other breast. Attending to the nipples, David smiled as he coaxed them to attention. Glancing up from his work, he noticed that Maggie had closed her eyes to relax. It was time for his plan to roll into action.
David brought his lips to a breast. Rolling his tongue across the delicate bud, it hardened in his mouth. Sucking gently, David elicited a groan of pleasure from Maggie. Switching to the other breast, he nursed the nipple into his mouth. As his hand wandered between her tits, he hummed on the nipple and stroked her soft skin. Maggie moaned; the sore muscles were now numb as pleasure began to take root in her body. She hadnât felt this good in days and her head began to spin from the delight. Just as she was about to give into the haze, Davidâs hand grazed over one of her healing wounds. Pushing him off, Maggieâs hand covered an inch long healing scar. She was gun shy about this little imperfection. Looking into her embarrassed eyes, David said nothing, and went to get her a fresh white tank top.
The outline of his shaft was pressing against his pants. His cock was at full hardness. It was not difficult for Maggie to notice it strained against the fabric. Catching her stare, David ran his right hand over the rigid silhouette luridly before helping Maggie put on the tank top. Bringing her hand to his crotch and using it to stroke him, David made the intentions of this bath clear.
The loose confines of sweat pants suddenly seemed very suffocating. Maggie looked so hot, practically naked and wanting him. It was taking every ounce of control not to climb on top of her and pound her to oblivion. As the heat between them became more palpable, he found himself starting to rush the bath. Trying to slow down, David treated each of her legs to a tender rinse. But his growing desires soon replaced his initial plans. Replenishing the washcloth of water, David brought it to her waiting pussy. A tremor of tension ran through her body.
Maggie was apprehensive, she wasnât sure if she could do this. But when David began to bathe her pussy using more vigorous strokes, her apprehension failed her.
He took out his stiff cock and began stroking it with his free hand. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the fleshy head. Maggie licked her lips at the sight, the veins on his member were very prominent and he was quite thick. All of a sudden, he plunged two fingers into his wife and began stroking her, liquid heat saturated Davidâs palm as the pitch began to build. The intoxicating fragrance of arousal wafted around the room. Lifting her ass and spreading her legs open, he lowered his head into the slippery cleft between them. Light kisses flecked the flesh of her thighs as his fingers continued their relentless assault on her cunt. The need to taste her was too much. David flicked his tongue twice over her protruding clit and latched on with his lips suckling her as he had done to her nipples moments before, his tongue teased her hot button. Quickly, an orgasm hit Maggie and she rewarded his efforts with the taste of her sweetness. David loved how she tasted and wanted more. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he flattened it as he plunged deeper into her wantonness. Once again, Maggie was rocketed into orbit by his oral nursing; she forgot the pain and the scars, all there was now was release.