My wife looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at me.
"I think I'll go upstairs and have a bath" she said.
I smiled back, hiding my disappointment. She'd been deep in some mystery novel all afternoon, and I'd been hoping for her company. Her baths never lasted less than an hour, and while I was never unhappy about the results of the baths, I hated the loneliness of the wait. She stretched once, the length of the couch, feline like, and gracefully stood. Still smiling, she kissed me lightly on the forehead and left the room. Resigned, I turned back to my computer. Over the sounds of my game I heard water running in the bathroom overhead, and the delicate sounds of her movement. Resolutely, I attempted to concentrate. I was at a crucial point. One false move now, and I could wreck all that I had achieved during the long, back breaking hours of the previous week. Pushing away the mental image of my wife slowly stripping the clothes from her smooth, creamy body, I immersed myself in the game.
Time passed.
I was almost finished, trapped at the crucial moment of potential triumph or doom when I faltered. My concentration shot, as well as my game, I stood and tried to place the distraction. Nothing had changed in the study. I opened the door and stepped out to the foot of the stairs. One breath and I was overwhelmed by a memory that trapped me with all my senses. My wife, naked on a bed of lush green grass, bathed in moonlight, legs spread invitingly. The scent of the flowers of the gardens surrounding us. The feeling of the warm summer breeze gently caressing my skin. The sweet lingering aftertaste of our kiss. Her voice, as clear from my memory as it would have been had she been speaking beside me. "Take me," she had said. My cock hardened suddenly and insistently, not subsiding even as the memory faded and I was left only with the scent of flowers. After that night, my wife had created a perfume of the flowers that had bloomed around us, and wore no other scent. And it was that perfume in her bathwater that traveled down the stairs to me on a cloud of steam, to ruin my concentration, destroy a week's worth of work, and leave me with a staggeringly hard erection that just wouldn't quit.
"Well, my beloved," I thought grimly as I walked purposefully up the stairs, "Too bad you like your baths uninterrupted. I think this once you'll just have to make an exception."
As I opened the door, steam billowed out, engulfing me. I walked into the fragrant mists, unable at first to see anything. The mists parted, and I caught a glimpse of her. She was lying back in the tub, slowly and sensuously rubbing shaving foam on to her left leg, raised high in the air, her delicate toes pointed. I stood transfixed, watching the razor part the smooth surface of foam, watching her soft, pale skin appear magically. She finished the leg, and stroked it slowly and admiringly. Then she slid down further into the water and raised her hips, her beautiful cunt breaking the surface of the water. She opened her legs, then slowly and methodically began to massage shaving foam across her pussy. While I had always enjoyed her cunt most clean shaven, I had long wanted more. She had never yet allowed me to watch her shave, taking a private joy in the act that I was not permitted to share. Now, for the first time in our years of marriage, I was seeing the razor expose the soft, creamy skin of her mound. I gasped and then stood stock still. If she noticed me, she would make me leave, I was sure. And the last thing I wanted to do was leave.
Surprisingly, she did not notice me. Emboldened, I stepped forward a little to get a better view. She carefully watched the razor trail its smooth paths across her pussy, her face a study in concentration. I watched just as carefully as she spread apart the lips of her cunt and drew the razor lightly across the delicate inner skin of her outer lips. She moaned, and her body stiffened with a familiar tension. I shifted forward, afraid to breathe lest my breath escape in a gasp and alert her to my presence. Fascinated, I watched as she spread the cheeks of her ass and scraped the razor slowly from the top of her ass all the way to her clit. Her body was completely, utterly still except for the deliberate movement of her pale fragile hands. My eyes traveled upwards, across the gently rounded curve of her stomach, across her full, firm breasts. Her perfect pink nipples strained forward, full and hard. The urge to take her nipples into my mouth and lick them until the tension in her body had released was almost irresistible.
Almost.
Silently, regretfully, I sighed, and let my eyes wander up her long, graceful neck to her face. The tortured, aroused expression told me that she was seconds away from release. My eyes swept back down her body. I watched her slide the handle of the razor over her clit, my hands instinctively stroking my cock as she shuddered, tensed and relaxed. Lazily, she washed her pussy clean of the last of the foam and hair, and stood. I melted back into the mist, holding my breath as well as my cock. She stepped out of the bath and stretched, the curves of her body pulling taut. Wrapping herself in a thick white towel, she slipped through the door to our bedroom, pulling it half closed behind her.
I moved behind the bathroom door, and cautiously looked through the gap. She had walked over to the mirror. She watched herself intently as she slowly lowered the towel down her body, gasping as her smooth white pussy was exposed. The towel dropped into a forgotten puddle at her feet. Without taking her eyes off her reflection, she reached into a nearby drawer and withdrew a small, glass bottle. She opened it, and removed a rubber tipped dropper. Holding it close to her breasts, she deliberately squeezed the rubber. A thin trail of soft, creamy fluid squirted over her hardening nipples. She moaned loudly and raised one shapely leg onto the set of drawers, spreading her cunt wide. Her expression was achingly familiar, the look of wanton lust that I see on her face whenever I come on her tits. The connection was too much. My cock shuddered and released. I leant back against the bathroom wall and tried to regain my breath.
