Bath Time
There is a soft knock on the bathroom door. I try to speak, maybe to allow his admittance, maybe to refuse; I don't know.As I lie here in my bath the warm water swirls around my body relaxing me, yet exciting me at the same time. My husband sits in a chair by the side of the tub watching me and smiling. At first, he called me a loose deviant for wanting to go through with m...