Bubble Bliss: A Sensual Soak

I knew immediately as I read Maggie’s text what kind of day it had been: “Bubbles.” For my wife, Maggie, there are few things that relieve a stressful day more than a bubble bath. And it was obvious from the one-word text, one was going to be needed this night. The bathtub filled with bubbles is Mag’s refuge from the world. It is her place to decompress; her place to escape. She turns off the lights, turns on soft music and lights a candle. It is a beautiful place to leave the world. Many times, I have been invited to join and I always go gladly. But I only go when asked for it is Maggie’s sacred haven. As I worked my way through traffic that early evening, my goal was to get home early and prepare the place for her. I rushed home, changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, chilled the wine, turned on the oven for dinner, made sure everything was ready in the bathroom and waited. Fifteen minutes, Mags walked into the front door, placed her briefcase and coat on the hallway stand, and wordlessly went into the living room where she slumped into a chair. Her legs spread out in front of her, she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. For a few minutes, I watched in silence. I could tell she was trying to ease the day from her body. Finally she opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled a little and said, “Well that sucked.” I came over, leaned over, brushed a strand of her beautiful blonde hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. “I was hoping so, ” I said trying to make light of the moment. “If this is how you respond after a good day, we may have a problem.” Mags giggled lightly. “You want to talk about it?” I asked. My beloved wearily shook her head. “I just want to forget it about it. One of those days.” I caressed her hand. “Can I get you anything? Dinner, wine, a new job?” Mags laughed again. “I am fine. I am not hungry, just tired. I want to go bed.” “Sometimes,” I said, kissing the palm of her hand, “you just have to give up the day and try again tomorrow.” Pulling Maggie to her feet by her right hand and elbow, I kissed her lightly on the forehead. “And that is where you are going,” I said, my right hand touching her face. “But first, we need to make a stop.” I led her from the living room, up the stairs to the second floor, turned left and walked her towards the end of the hall and our bedroom. But we stopped one room short and I turned her into the bathroom. “Oh my,” whispered Maggie as she looked inside. It was dark with only one candle burning softly on the counter. The candle’s glow reflected off the bathtub which was filled of warm water and bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Music was softly playing. Mags turned to me. “Welcome to your safe place,” I said, kissing her on the lips. “Time for your bath.” With that, I held her hands as she slipped out of her high heels. As she watched, I began to unbutton the front of her blouse, from top to bottom. Once done, I separated the two sides of the blouse with my hands and slowly pulled the shirt off her shoulders, down her arms and off her. I placed it on the counter. Getting down on my knees, I pulled down the side zipper on her skirt. Tugging gently, I slid the skirt off her hips and down her legs to her feet. Maggie stepped out of the skirt. The same thing was done to each of her stockings. She stood there in only bra and panties. Rising up again, I watched as Mags removed her necklace, earrings and bracelets. Once finished, I turned Mags around so her back faced me. I unhooked the clasp on her bra, pulled it apart, over her shoulders and down her outstretched arms and off her body. Next came Maggie’s panties. I slipped my fingers underneath the fabric on both sides and pulled the garment down. Once it reached the floor, Maggie again stepped out of them. She turned around, revealing her physical beauty to me. The candle light cast shadows across her body, from her breasts to her thighs. “I am sorry,” said Mags, looking me. “I don’t feel very beautiful or sexy after today.” Grabbing her right hand, I kissed it lightly. “I don’t care how you feel or what your day is like, you are always beautiful to me,” I said. With that, I led Mags to the back of the bathtub. I eased her into the warm water. I heard her sigh as the bubbles and water covered her. “Enjoy,” I whispered. I went downstairs to the kitchen, poured her favorite Chardonnay into a wine glass and took it to her. “You are not trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, are you?” said Maggie, reaching for the glass. “Never crossed my mind — until now,” I said leaving her alone again. About 15 minutes, I went up to check on Maggie. The empty wine glass was on the bathtub edge, the candle was still burning, the music was still playing. Mags had her eyes closed and a contented look on her face. “How are we doing?” I said softly. Maggie opened her eyes and yawned. “We are getting better all of the time,” she said. I reached for her hand. “Time for bed,” I said helping her out of the tub. Using a soft towel, I began to dry off Maggie. I started with her back, slowly going all the way down to her legs. Next came the front. I started with shoulders, her breasts, all the way, slowly rubbing her inner thighs, lightly brushing water off the hair covering her private entrance, then down her legs. After Maggie was dried off, I took her by the hand, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. There, the covers were pulled back, the lights were off and another candle was lit. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?” asked Maggie, as she squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. “You deserve it,” I said. “You had a bad day.” “But it is starting to improve immensely,” said Maggie. I led her to the bed and helped her get in. “On your stomach, please,” I said. As she turned over, I joined her on bed, with my legs on either side of her two legs. “One more thing before I let you sleep,” I whispered. With that, I began to slowly and gently massage her shoulders, trying to rub out the remnants of the day. Mags moaned softly as I started with her neck, then shoulders (paying special attention to the birthmark on her right shoulder) and to her arms. I moved to her back, using my fingers to probe her sore muscles. I moved down to her rib cages and then her waist. Maggie shivered as I used my forefinger to trace down her spine. “You have some lethal hands there, fella,” she whispered, her eyes closed. I kept moving south. Slowly, I massaged each buttock. Then each leg, followed by each foot. After that, I moved back up to Mags and gently kissed her birthmark. I tapped her right hip. “I do front sides too,” I whispered. Maggie grabbed my wrist. “I bet you do.” With that, she started to writhe and moan softly. I continued the massage, and soon she was completely relaxed. She began to struggle to sit up. “Let’s go back to the tub,” she said breathlessly. I carefully helped her back to the bathroom. With the lights dimmed and the water bubbling, I gently eased her back into the tub. I wrapped her in the soft towel, and began to slowly dry her off. As she settled into the warm water, she turned to me, her eyes filled with desire. I leaned in close, and kissed her deeply, savoring her scent and the anticipation of what was to come. The bubbles swirled around us, creating a sensual atmosphere. As I continued to caress her body, she let out a moan of pleasure. "You're good," she whispered, her voice filled with passion. "Really good." I pulled her closer, and her body pressed against mine. I began to slowly and deliberately stroke her back, feeling her muscles tense with each touch. Her breathing grew faster, and her moans intensified. As I moved down her body, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I continued my slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her senses and igniting her desire. Her body arched, and she let out a particularly loud moan. I paused, and gently kissed her neck, her ear, and her lips. Her response was immediate, and she began to writhe in my arms. It was clear that she was completely lost in the moment, and there was nothing I wouldn't do to please her. The bubbles continued to swirl around us, creating a perfect, intimate setting. As I continued to explore her body, her pleasure grew stronger, and her moans became more insistent. I knew that she was about to reach her peak, so I increased the pace of my strokes, teasing her even further. Finally, she let out a piercing shriek of pleasure, and her body went limp in my arms. I held her close, savoring the moment, feeling the heat of her body against mine. Then, gently, I eased her out of the tub and into my arms, carrying her back to the bedroom. We lay together on the bed, her body still radiating heat, and we slowly began to explore each other once again. The night was far from over, and I knew that we would both find pleasure in this sensual experience.

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