I knew immediately as I read Maggie’s text what kind of day it had been:
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 do
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 do
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