“You keep messing with my ear and neck and I’m going to feed you something not on the normal menu,” she whispered back with a whimper at the end as I bit her shoulder lightly.
“I’ll have to pull the cork first,” I told her as I pressed my hips against her ass.
Kitty giggled and said, “There’s going to be one hell of a mess when you do pull that cork.”
“Then I’ll get to see my beautiful wife in that big red tub won’t I.”
She nodded and then sighed as I kissed my way back up her neck to nibble her ear again. “But first I need to use the throne so why don’t you clean up your half of this mess and start the water in that tub.”
“There just happens to be a bottle of champagne in the ice chest,” I whispered in her ear.
With a giggle she replied, “You thought of everything didn’t you. You know what that stuff does to me.”
“I sure do, it makes you horny and takes away your inhibitions.”
“What inhibitions?” Kitty asked with a grin.
“Your anal ones.”
“Oh, those inhibitions,” my wife replied with another giggle. “So you think you’re going to get a little booty huh?”
“It never hurts to try.”
Kitty laughed and then sighed. “That was the one cherry I had left to give you on our first honeymoon. You better be glad I had never tried it and found out how much I liked it or you wouldn’t have gotten one at all.”
“I have all of you so cherries are not all that important and you know it. We’ve both been around the block a time or two.”
“A time or two for you but more like four for me,” she said referring to the number of times we had each been married.
“Who’s counting?” I asked and then nibbled my way down her neck to her shoulder.
She whimpered softly and then groaned as I bit her shoulder. With a shiver, she whispered, “Okay, pull the cork and get the bubbly while I take care of business.”
I chuckled and moved my hips back slowly. Somewhere between earlier and now, my dick had firmed up. We both moaned softly as my dick came out of her tight sex. A moment later, Kitty groaned and scrambled off the bed. “You weren’t kidding about pulling the cork. There’s a flood going on.”
Rolling over onto my back, I watched my wife hurry across the room to the swinging doors that led to the commode. As she went inside, I asked, “Is that thing heart shaped also?”
She laughed. “No, but it is red.”
*****
I had cleaned up my side of our mess and was opening the champagne when Kitty came out of the commode area. “This place has Valentines Day written all over it.”
The cork popped and I hurriedly poured two glasses. As I did, I replied, “What gave you that idea besides all the red hearts?”
She walked up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me on the back. I chuckled as she licked my back. “Not to mention all the love in the air.”
She licked me again and stepped back to swat me on the ass. As I turned and handed her a glass of the bubbly, she grinned. “As salty as you taste, this should be tequila.”
I leaned forward and licked between her breasts. I licked again and then smacked my lips. “I love the way you taste.”
Kitty chuckled and sipped her champagne. “I didn’t say I didn’t like the taste, that was a hint for us to get in that tub and get clean so we can get all dirty again.”
“Sounds like a winning idea to me,” I said and sipped my own drink. I smacked my lips and nodded. “Not bad even if it is the cheap stuff.”
“Be glad I’m not making you drink it out of my shoe.”
I took another sip and smiled. “You were wearing sandals, so….”
“I have heels in the suitcase.”
“Heels and thigh highs,” I whispered as I picked up the bubbly and escorted my wife to the heart shaped tub.
“Those too,” she said as she leaned over and adjusted the water going into the tub. Two large red towels were stack on the corner of the tub. She ran her hand over them and then turned so I could refill her glass. “I also packed a new little black dress.”
“You’re going all out,” I whispered with a wink.
“At the moment, you are worth it,” she said before taking a sip of the champagne.
With a grin, I whispered, “I love you too. Now get your happy little ass in the tub.”
*****
A long soak in hot water does wonders for the mind and body, especially when you can also play foot games with a lovely sexy lady. At present, she was the one playing foot games. She had my hard dick between her feet and was massaging its length with her toes.
I picked up the champagne bottle and leaned forward. She held out her glass and I refilled it. I topped mine off and leaned back. “Why haven’t we ever done this at home?” I asked.
“Because your big ass takes up too much of the tub,” she replied with a grin.
“Then we’ll need a bigger tub when we get our own place.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, one day but right now I’m enjoying this.”
“So am I,” I whispered as I brought my left foot up and pinched her right nipple with my toes.
She laughed and sat her glass aside. She sat up and then wiggled back until she was against the far side of the tub and out of reach for my toes. She moved her feet out of my lap and used them and her hands to move up until she was sitting on the side of the tub, her back against the mirrored wall.
Spreading her legs wide, she used one finger to point at her sex. “You wanted this earlier. How about now?”
“Anytime and anyplace,” I said as I sat my glass aside, turned around and over to glided over until my face was between her thighs.