“I know you said that your working hours here are four in the afternoon to midnight,” Emmy said as she wedged herself between me and my desk, sitting on my lap. “But can you leave work early tonight? I would love your help with my bath.”
“I’d be happy to give you a hand,” I said, my voice becoming muffled as Emmy buried my face in her cleavage. “Maybe both hands.”
“I would appreciate that very much,” Emmy said, kissing my forehead. “I will go up and draw my bath now. I will need you in no more than ten minutes.”
“Bossy!” I said, but I will admit that my snuffling around in Emmy’s cleavage diminished the impact my comment might have had.
“Ten minutes,” Emmy repeated, getting up of my lap to my groan of protest. “Ten minutes, then bath.”
The moment she was gone I set an ‘out of office’ auto reply, then logged out of everything on my laptop. I was definitely done working for the night. I hustled to the master bedroom, where I unceremoniously ditched my clothes. I could hear the water running in the tub, so I knew I was well inside Emmy’s time limit. Sure, it was a silly game, but silly games are important in relationships, too.
Emmy was already in the hot, hot water, so I stepped into the big, oval tub very slowly, since the water was yes, very hot.
“I am glad you could join me,” Emmy said with a saucy smile. “I was starting to worry that you might get stuck at work.”
“No chance of that when the other option is a naked Emmy,” I said, easing myself into the water. “Naked Emmys win every time.”
“I am grateful to hear that I am high on your list of priorities,” my lovely wife said, stroking my calf under the water.
“The highest,” I assured her, finally mostly submerged.
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“I have given some more thought to your question,” Emmy announced.
“What question?”
“You asked if these constant reminders of Angela are good for my emotional well-being,” Emmy said, splashing some water on her chest.
“And what thoughts have you had?”
“I want to be reminded on a daily basis of what good there is in the world, and of what I should aspire to be, as a mother and as a wife. Yes, I do think these reminders are important for me,” Emmy said.
“Em, I don’t want you to try to become another Angela,” I cautioned her. “I fell in love with you, and married you because of who you are.”
“And you fell in love with her because of who she was,” Emmy countered. “As did I. I do not think it is a bad thing to try to incorporate some of the lessons on life that I learned from her.”
“No, I guess when you put it that way…” I admitted.
“I have given thought to another thing you said,” Emmy added. “About nude photos of me. Yes, we joked about it, but I think I would like to pose for you, as Angela did. I do think that we should buy a camera for ourselves. It would not need to be as complicated as Angela’s, but something of good quality. If we see a camera shop we should stop in and buy something.”
“You’d pose like Angela did?” I asked, surprised.
“I would for you,” Emmy replied. “There was a series that I believe you took, of Angela in the bathtub of our Century City condominium. Do you remember those pictures? There is one that I liked very much. Angela’s body is right at the water level, but she is leaning forward, away from the camera, resting her arms on the side of the bathtub, looking back over her shoulder. Do you remember it?”
“I remember it very well,” I told her, because I absolutely did.
“It was like this,” Emmy said, turning around, supporting herself on her knees and her folded arms on the far end of the tub. This left just the tops of round swells of her ass above the waterline. My main focus was on the curve of her shapely spine as she glanced back over her right shoulder at me. Emmy didn’t have the pose exactly correct, and we had no candles to get the soft lighting from the photo, but it was close enough.
“Em,” I said, my voice turning husky with desire. “You look so good there’s a very real risk I’m just going to eat you right up.”
“I am willing to accept these risks,” Emmy said, lifting her butt slightly higher out of the water.
“Babe,” I said, running my hands up the outside of her thighs as I moved closer. “I may not be able to control my beastly self.”
Emmy sighed and closed her eyes at my touch. “It has been too long since I have experienced your loss of control. Leah, I am yours to do with as you wish tonight. Use me. Use me until I cannot move a muscle. Use me so that I am sore in all the best ways tomorrow. This is what I want, Leah. Let the beast within you loose, my love.”