The wife and I had had a particularly awful week of fighting. It’s not uncommon. I was emotionally drained, though it never seems to take its toll on her. There had been 3 days of silent treatment alternating with snaps and harsh stares. This does a number on me, as I am a pleaser. But it was Friday and I guess things had improved or I had served my penance or something. Maybe she knew she had been a bitch and owed me something.
She lit some candles and surprised me by turning on the bathwater. We had not used the bathtub since we moved in. We were told there was a leak somewhere or whatever. But it was a small garden tub. We both got in the water. She leaned back against me and I played with her tits. Her nipples are big and I love them. They are sensitive and so there are times that I can’t touch, but when she does let me touch, it means she is really wild. Tonight, she let me cup her tits, pinch her nipples and move my fingers over them.