I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Twenty Nine~

After a long day, all I want is to melt into a puddle of human liquid in the tub.

Trisha and I moved in just yesterday, and I am already loving it. Now, we wouldn't have to question who would stay in the other's apartment for the night, whose house to meet for dinner and whatever.

Also, I could also be around her all the time, which is exactly what I want. But at this point in time, I wish to be alone, to enjoy the silence as I drift into sleep in the tub, and hopefully not drown.

The music was soothing, allowing me to baste my troubles away as the water remained still and the bath salts relaxing my body. The scent made me drowsy, and I felt so sleepy. This was the perfect way to end the day.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door bursts open and I sit up in the tub, water sloshing around and spilling onto the floor. Hell, I even choked on some water.

"Trish! What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me."

I slide back down into the tub and exhale calmly, shutting my eyes and continuing to enjoy the tepid water.

"Sorry I really gotta pee..."

Her words drift off and I still pay her no mind. My eyes still shut, I made this comment,

"Maybe we should get a place with two bathrooms."

I sink into the water, allowing it to consume me and wash my worries away. And again, I pay no mind to this barbarian.

After she was done, I heard her undress for some reason. Maybe she was just going to change into her nightwear. Little did I know, she was going to ruin my little me time.

She dips herself into the tub, making me open my eyes and sit up again. Her legs rested on mine, her foot teasing me.

It ran up and down my torso, touching the outside of the place I want her most. She reaches forward, legs crossed now, looking me dead in the eyes.

Snaking her hands around my head, she pulls me towards her for one of her intoxicating kisses. I try to pull back, but my body wouldn't. I shifted to the centre of the tub, letting her straddle me.

Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in using her knees. Her arms around my neck, with her paying attention to my lips.

It seems like she couldn't get enough of me, trying to climb my body even though she was already on it. She shifts upwards, my neck stretching upwards to meet her lips.

Her hands squish my cheeks. Still trying to get on top of me, she keeps sliding down, there being soap and water. But somehow, she manages to climb so high up that my face is buried in her chest.

Teasingly, I slowly run my tongue along the skin between her breasts. Then, I glide it to the side of her left boob, before reaching the nub and sucking it whole.

She throws her head backwards and her luscious hair drapes down, barely missing the water.

My hand tends to the other, kneading it between my fingers and making her moan so loudly our neighbours must've heard.

She looks back down at me, working her breasts, and she comes back down, her legs once again locking me in.

Getting the hint, I bring one of my hand down to her entrance, tracing her folds beneath the water. She shivers and gives me a look.

"Don't be a t-tease."

She sighs and rests her head on my shoulder, my finger still running the rim of her entrance. Her sighs and moans make me smirk, my other hand still kneading her nipple just above the water. She leaves marks all over my neck, making me moan occasionally.