Most days we shower at the same time. I get in first and then we swap. My favourite part of that is sitting on the toilet seat wrapped in a large fluffy heated black towel watching him through the glass. After seven and half years of marriage I am as fascinated as I was when we first started doing it. There is something about watching a person wash that is deeply intimate. It is a time of the day when we often chat about things and so many times he has said to me, are you listening to me, because I have drifted off into my own thoughts watching him; how he soaps his beard and the way the water runs down his cock and the soap suds cascade down over his chest. Shower time is such a wonderful visual sport.
But whilst showers are good baths are in a class of their own.
Taking a bath together is a special treat in this house, well it is for me, he mainly complains that I am trying to cook him because I like my baths hot but he also likes to make me happy and has a tendency to indulge me and so when I suggest a bath together he will usually agree to it.
Clearly a leisurely shared bath is not something for everyday and so they tend to be a weekend or sometimes an evening thing especially in the winter when I spend most of my life being cold.
He always sends me to run it and lets me get in first and then he joins me and we like in so much of our we fit together perfectly. Our tub is not big, in fact it is barely big enough for us to manage it, the only reason it works is because the tap is on the side of the bath not the end and so both ends are clear to lay back against.
Our bodies are pressed together in the heat of the water, his legs underneath mine, my feet usually tucked down by his side to keep them in the hot water and we lay there together and talk and laugh and eventually when he declares he is too wrinkly and has to get out we will sit up and wash our hair and bodies opposite one another and then he tells me to get out first so I get the hot dry towel. I told you, he indulges me and also knows the warmer I am the happier I am.
Whilst we have never had sex in the bath, it is just way to damn small, taking a bath together is such a simple thing like sleeping snuggled up together, or holding hands as you walk down the street, or laying on the sofa together watching TV taking a bath together is one of those perfectly intimate moments between us that I adore.
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