Dave and Abigail have the perfect relationship. They are more than husband
and wife, they're best friends, with an active sex life to rival even the
youngest of couples. The two of them can talk about anything, even their
wildest fantasies, but they're rapidly running out of ideas to keep things
spicy in bed. When Dave broaches the subject of attending a swinger's party
Abigail is willing to give it a try. The end result is nothing short of
disastrous. Abigail thinks trying a threesome would be better. She even has
a person in mind and with her fortieth birthday rapidly approaching she
decides to give it a go. Little does she know that Dave already has birthday
plans of his own. When they both come home with an extra partner their
threesome quickly turns into a foursome and as the clothes come off the
sexual intensity skyrockets. Everyone's fortieth birthday should be this
I kicked the front door shut with my foot and tossed my coat and purse
absentmindedly across the hutch in the foyer before storming my way to the
bathroom. "Who in the hell do they think they are?" I cranked on the water
until it was just this side of scalding and shoved in the stopper, letting
the huge garden tub fill up as I added a generous handful of bath beads in
hopes of calming myself down. "Little, preppy bitches. They wouldn't know
old if Father Time slapped them in the face with a walker."
I pulled off the rest of my clothes and twisted up my long, curly mane so
the heavy vanilla oil wouldn't seep into it. I caught sight of myself in the
small mirror over the sink and paused to tilt my chin to the left and right
in search of wrinkles or other signs of my advancing age. When I didn't find
any, I felt a tiny bit better, but I was still righteously pissed about what
had just transpired at my work place.
Most of the new employees at the law firm were young, twenty-something
females who were fresh out of law school. They insisted on trying to
brown-nose their way into a partnership instead of actually learning their
chosen profession and doing what they were paid to do. On the other hand, I
was a seasoned professional earning six figures, with ten years of cases
under my belt and the ability to enjoy plenty of time at home with my hubby.
The new trainees were the ones who had to stay late doing the drudge work
and research while I got to go home every evening at five.
Gerald, the big boss, often used me as a prime example of what to do to win
in the courtroom and it made my position as their supervisor even more
difficult. They call jealousy the little green monster for a reason.
With my fortieth birthday looming on the horizon, the girls had finally
found a way to get back at me while still staying in Gerald's good graces.
After all, throwing me a birthday party could hardly be considered a
personal attack against me, or at least they knew Gerald wouldn't see it as
such. They also knew it would anger me to no end and that's exactly the
reaction they were aiming for. They figured they owed me for making them
work and this would be an easy way to get revenge. They were right.
Age isn't a big deal to most men. We women are the ones who don't like to be
reminded how many years we've been walking upright on the planet. We prefer
the idea of being young and vibrant forever, even if it's only an illusion.
Otherwise, plastic surgeons and hair salons wouldn't be so busy all the
Thinking about hair made me do a quick check on my own head to make sure
none of my roots were showing. Finding my auburn curls free of gray, and
satisfied that I could wait another week or so before calling my hairdresser
for an appointment, I sank down into the tub. The hot water was exactly what
I needed to soothe my frazzled nerves.
I reclined against the padded backrest of the whirlpool tub and flicked on
the button for the jets. The sudden swirling motion of the water mixed up
the bath oil until the entire room filled with steam and the heady scent of
vanilla. After a few minutes of floating, my troubles seemed even further
away. I had my own ideas about how I wanted to spend my birthday next week,
but I wanted to talk to Dave, my husband, about them first.
I pulled the small tray of bath supplies closer, grabbing the shaving gel
and razor first. My fingers were slippery from the oil, so I paused after
spreading the cream on my legs to wipe my hands on a nearby towel. Smooth
skin is very sexy; multiple nicks and cuts are not.
I took my time, making sure that every place with unnecessary hair was
shaved clean before pulling the plug out to drain the rapidly cooling water.
I stepped out onto the Oriental, no-slip throw rug that bridged the gab
between the tub and the shower, shivering as I turned the knob halfway to
hot and jumped inside. I normally don't take a bath and a shower because I
think it's a big waste of water, but I still felt sticky from the shaving
gel residue and the oil. Washing my hair was on the agenda also.
I picked up the shower head and held it downward toward the floor so the
first cold blast didn't make me any colder. I held my hand in the spray
until the temperature was satisfactory then hung the shower head back up in
order to finish. I unpinned and scrubbed my hair first since the long auburn
mass took forever to wash and condition. Once that chore was finished, the
rest of the job went quickly. Within minutes I was soapy, scrubbed, and
ready to rinse.
I grabbed the shower head once again, focusing the water on my body. As I
ran it over my belly and the tops of my thighs, I noticed how the gentle
pulsing made my skin tingle, especially between my legs on my newly-shaved
pussy. Instantly, I knew another way I could take my mind off of my
Spreading my legs just a bit more, I aimed the nozzle directly where it felt
the best. The hot, massaging spray worked wonders for my mood and had my
clit throbbing in seconds. I leaned back against the wall and held the
shower wand closer, lifting up one leg and propping it on one of the two
built-in seats to allow the spray better access.
I slid one hand down to join the water, holding myself open as I slipped in
first one finger then another. The combination of the water outside and my
fingers within was startling and almost more than I could stand. Within
moments, my hips started moving of their own accord. I was so close to
climax I could almost taste it. I knew since it had been a while that the
end result would be extra sweet. My mouth opened on a groan.
"Yes, oh yes," I moaned, my body eagerly approaching the point of no return.
In another minute or so, I'd be there.
Suddenly the frosted doors opened. My husband stood there watching me with a
big smile on his face. Apparently he'd been there for quite a while, but I'd
been too occupied to notice. In fact, I hadn't even heard him come in.
I screamed and dropped the shower head in the process. The thing swung
backwards, spinning on its cord and shooting water all over everything,
including Dave. I reached out and turned the water off as fast as I could,
but it still wasn't quick enough. My husband looked like a drowned rat,
albeit a very nicely dressed one. I expected him to be mad or irritated, but
he still had the same big Cheshire Cat grin on his face that he'd had when
he first opened the door. I knew something was up.
"How about a little warning next time?" I frowned. "What if I'd been
shaving? I could have cut my leg off." I paused to drop my foot back down on
the tile and turn sideways so he could get a better look at the maintenance
I'd just performed. ".or hurt something even more precious."
His gaze immediately drifted from my face to the shiny pink skin between my
legs. "We definitely wouldn't want that to happen." He reached out and ran
his fingers lightly over the super soft area. I gasped as he touched me
tenderly, bringing denied nerve endings screaming back to life.
I was close to begging. "Do it harder." The look on his face was one of awe
and I knew this wouldn't be my last time going bare. I'd definitely be
checking into some laser hair removal or waxing in the near future.
He finally pulled back, after treating my clit to some up close and personal
attention, and grabbed two towels off the rack nearby. I huffed out the
breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding as he handed one to me and wrapped
the other around his neck for himself after shucking off his dripping shirt.
Now I was really skeptical and quite a bit irritated as well. It wasn't like
Dave to tease me and then stop. "What's the deal?"
He finally tore his gaze away from my pussy and looked up at my face. "Huh?
What do you mean?"
"It's Friday evening." I glanced out the oval window situated above the tub.
"The sun hasn't even gone down. You're home extremely early and you're way
too calm about the fact that your entire outfit, including your favorite
Gucci loafers, are soaking wet. You're not even trying to avoid the big
puddle of water you're currently floating in."
"What?" Dave finally glanced down at the floor, cursing as he realized that
his shoes and the rug were a lost cause. "Damn." He shrugged and kicked the
offending items off across the room. "Oh, well. I can always get new shoes."
He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me flush against his
damp chest and the wet pants that were now molded against his lower body.
"But you're one of a kind." He leaned down and ran his lips across my
shoulder, pausing to sniff my skin. "God, you smell good." His tongue
flicked out against my neck. "You taste good, too. Just like sugar cookies."
Before he could get me any hotter, I needed to finish my interrogation. "You
never answered my question."
"What question?" His fingers were toying with the top of the towel where it
was tied above my breasts.
"What are you doing home so early? You usually work until at least eight or
nine on Friday evenings and you always come home grouchy. What do you have
planned that I don't know about?"
He tried prying apart the knot, but I gripped it tighter until we were
fighting it out tug-of-war style. He sighed as he let go, realizing I wasn't
giving up anything until I got the information I wanted. "When did you
become such a hard ass?"
I laughed at the teasing tone in his voice. "Twenty years ago when you
married me; you love every minute of it. You wouldn't know what to do with a
docile and proper lady. You need me to help keep you on your toes."
He nodded as he dried himself off as much as possible. When he pulled the
towel off his head, I had to smile. The combination of the water and the
humidity had curled his shaggy, dark hair into a tousled mess that just
brushed his shoulders. It made him look very young and lent him an air of
mischief that fit his personality to a 'T'. "Yeah, you're probably right.
Would it help matters any if I told you I bought you a present?"
"Hm, it might. What did you bring me?"
He shuffled off toward our bedroom, dropping his damp towel in a heap on the
tile. "Come see. The package is on the bed."