The Lover's Diaries

Bath

I walk into the house, expecting rowdy boys waiting for their dinner, running around and practicing their hockey, football, and soccer drills. What I find is a quiet house, the smell of slow cooked ribs delighting my senses. I see a note on the fridge, written in that sweet handwriting I have loved ever since I first saw it. It's a note from my wonderful wife. I check my text messages, smiling guiltily as I see two missed texts. I smile reading them.
The boys begged to go to Frank's. I agreed, it is Saturday, after all. All their homework's done. If you don't see me downstairs when you come home, I'll be in the tub or just getting out. But I'll probably still be in.
The next one read: you're welcome to join me. Love you
I smile again, pocketing the cell. The note read something similar, so I head upstairs. I walk into our room and to the en-suite; through the sheer curtain around the coveted claw-foot tub, I see my sexy Linda. I'm still amazed at how much beauty she possesses— physically and mentally. She went from an over-hormoned teenager who would cry because there was no macaroni, to an accomplished nurse turned mother. She always amazes me with the amount of strength she has.
I lean on the counter, out of her sight, just watching her. She bends over, dipping the ends of her honey-blonde hair into the steaming water. She leans forward, letting the water run over the back of her head. She tosses her wet hair back, and sits on her knees.
I cross my arms as she squirts the shampoo-conditioner mix shit into her palms. She runs the soap through her hair, massaging her scalp, tipping her head back. My smile grows as she stacks her locks atop her head, soap and all. Pieces of hair in the back fall to her neck, and she pats them up again; I can tell she's smiling as her hair stays put on her head. I'm torn between ogling her perfect body through the curtain, and sitting behind her, leaving marks on her silky shoulders. I decide on the latter, quickly stripping. Not wanting to scare her, I announce my presence. "Hey, babe. Dinner smells great."
"Hi." Linda pulls the curtain back and peeks her soapy head out, "you joining?"
"Of course." All too quickly I get into the steaming water. "Damn, Linda! How do you stand it being this hot?!"
"I like things hot," Linda shrugs her shoulders, tipping her head back.
I know where this is going. "Is that so?"
"Mmhmm," she sighs and relaxes to my touch as I wash her hair.
Once the soap is gone, I start massaging her shoulders, getting the knots out of them. Gradually, my hands get lower, and her soft moans become sensual. My thumbs knead her lower back, giving it attention until I kiss her shoulder. I suck on the skin, weaving my hands to her smooth stomach.
To my surprise, she takes my hands and moves them lower, silently asking me to pleasure her. I bite down on her shoulder, my hands roaming her thighs. As her moans get louder, and my name starts reverberating on the walls, I know we're gonna work up one hell of an appetite for those ribs.