Dinner was over, the table cleared, dishes were done and I was bushed from a rough day at the shop. The wife was headed for the love seat to curl up in front of the TV for whatever that night's viewing was on as is our usual routine and all I wanted was to soak my ole' bod and relax. I own an auto shop and it was one of those days where nothing went right. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have had any at all today.
"I'd had a rough day at the shop, sweetheart and think I'll go upstairs and take a nice long soak, if that's okay," I informed her.
"Anything I can do to help, honey," she offered.
"Ah, thanks just the same doll, but I think a good ole' soaking will do me just fine," I replied. "Just need to soak my parts for a while."
I was sitting in the tub, a tub of bubbles to relax after the day. Yea, I know bubbles aren't really a macho thing, but they help to hold the heat in.... and ... well, I like the bubbles. What can I say? My wife came up and saw me soaking, knowing how tired I was and offered again if she could do anything to help.
"Ah thanks, honey. Just want to soak. But thanks for the thought. I won't be long,"
"Let me get you a glass of wine and you soak as long as you want, dear," she offered.
" No need, but thanks anyway. I'll be fine."
"I'll just get you that glass of wine and see if I can make you feel a little better." As she turned away, she lit some candles and turned out the light then put on some soft music and left the room saying, "There, that will help you relax some".
She knows I really enjoy a hot soak in a dim room. It takes your mind away and lets you relax easier. The music was a nice touch though. I expected that she'd return with the wine and offer to scrub my back or rub my feet or something like that. She's always sweet that that way.
Well she did return. And she did have a glass of wine. Two glasses as a matter of fact. And wearing nothing at all. She stepped out of the darkness of the next room and stood in the doorway holding those two glasses. I couldn't do anything but sit there with my jaw hanging open and staring at those two glasses. Well ... I may have copped a glance at something else, too but those two glasses shimmering in the candlelight, told me that I don't think I'm going to get my feet rubbed, or my back either for that fact. Not quite what I had in mind, but this could be relaxing, too.
She climbed in facing me, handing me my glass saying, "Hold this for me, honey".
Just as I took it from her, her empty hand reached under the water just that quick and grabbed my dick and then said, "And I'll just hold this for a while."
No doubt what she had on her mind. And I liked it. Our sex life has always been rich in that way, full of spontaneity. I took a drink of the wine, really more like a huge gulp that I choked on, because when I was about to swallow it when she gave my dick a big squeeze and hard jerk.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Something wrong with the wine? Is it too cold?" she said with a coy smile.
We talked some small talk, the usual, 'what did you do today, dear' stuff. She kept the conversation directed that way, the whole time as she was holding back that coy smile and under the cover of the water, was slowly long stroking me with one hell of a grip.
