My husband had just phoned from work to say that he would not be home until around 10pm. I told him I would try and wait up for him but if I was asleep, to please wake me
up. I told him I had wicked plans for him tonight no matter what time he got home. He laughed and said, “Thanks for giving me something to keep my mind off of my work!!”
“My pleasure!” I purred.
Knowing that I had some time to spare I decided to pamper myself in preparation for our steamy night ahead. I ran myself a hot bath with some musk scented oil and lit some candles. I turned on some soft music and slipped into the tub. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin and the bubbles tickled in all of the right places.
I lay there for a few minutes, just relaxing and then I began to lightly wash myself with a soft sea sponge. I poured some scented body wash on it and went to work. I ran it softly down my arms and down each hand. Then, I went across my neck and shoulders and down my upper chest. By now I was getting aroused and began to move the sponge lightly over my breasts, first the left, then the right, barely touching them. The feeling was exquisite. My nipples were hard and aching to be touched. I put down the sponge and gave them the attention they so desperately needed.
I massaged them with my hands and squeezed my nipples hard between my fingers. I kept this up until I was so hot I had to cum. I took the sponge and ran it down my stomach, then down my thighs and back up again. Slowly, I began to rub the sponge between my legs while my other hand pulled and twisted my nipples. I started soft at first and as my desire to cum grew my rubbing got more intense, almost frantic. The closer I got to my orgasm, the more my hips bucked up to meet the sponge. Harder and harder I rubbed the sponge against my pussy, splashing water out of the bathtub. And then it hit me, my body tensed and an intense glowing enveloped me from head to toe. I melted back into the bathwater, which had grown almost cold by now. I gathered my strength and let the water out as I gingerly stepped onto the soft floor mat.
I quickly dried myself off and applied lotion all over. I took my husband’s favorite perfume and dabbed it in all of his favorite spots. I strolled into the bedroom and put on his favorite teddy. It was black and made of Chantilly lace, (whatever that is). It had thin silk straps and a low cut bodice that reached down to just above my nipples. It had three little snaps in the crotch and it fit tightly against my body.
I went around the room and lit some candles to set the mood. I wanted everything to be perfect. I opened the wine that had been chilling by the bed and poured myself a glass. The cool, fruity liquid felt wonderful as I drank it slowly. I decided to play a little trick on my husband. It was almost ten o’clock and he would be home any minute. I didn’t have much time. I put my now empty glass on the nightstand and lay down on my back on our still made bed. I wanted to see what he would do when he came home and found me, supposedly asleep, on the bed in his favorite teddy. I couldn’t wait.