Forever Soulmates

The best sex toy ever made is my hand-held shower massager. The manufacturer may not market it like that but a lot of people use it for that. Believe me. I’m one of them. I have the model with five settings. My favorite? Pulsating mode. Short squirts of water pulsate out of the middle holes. After a long day at work, it’s my shower massager and me. I call it “massage therapy”. If I aim it at the spot between my thighs, for just the right amount of time, I have the most fantastic orgasm.

Here I am soaking in the master bath. There is nothing like a tub full of chamomile oil bubbles, my massager, and the sensation of my left-hand caressing one of my breasts. Spurts of water hit my body at my sensitive spots. I can feel my nerve endings twitch. I aim it at my favorite spot for just a few more seconds. I…I… I can feel my toes curl. My pussy pulsates to a rhythm of its own. My body jerks. Water splashes onto my face and over the side of the tub. I don’t give a shit. I feel good. My body relaxes. My breathing tries to recover. As I bask in the afterglow, I hear the garage door lift. Tension returns. My husband is home.

He will do his usual routine. I hear the clanging of the empty trashcans that I put out this morning. Coming in through the backdoor he places his keys in the designated “key tray” which is really an ashtray from one of our vacations, and thumbs through the mail for anything interesting. He won’t find much there. I’ve already looked through it. Something from a realtor, pre-approval for yet another credit card, junk mail from a person running for office, a couple of other pieces addressed to “occupant”.

“Angela?” I hear Xavier bellowing from the bottom of the stairs.

“Up here.” I hear his footsteps approach. Within seconds his 6 foot 1 frame is standing in the door. My eyes take in his milk chocolate skin with a little facial hair on his chin. He has the cutest dimple on his left cheek. He wears a lightly starched white Geoffrey Beene dress shirt and dark blue slacks. He hangs his suit coat on the bathroom door and enters the bathroom. I watch as he places some mail on the counter, unbuckles his suit pants and proceeds to sit on his “think throne”. That is where he says he does his best thinking. I guess we all have our ways. Xavier taking a shit while I’m enjoying my bubble bath really doesn’t bother me. We’ve been together for so long, it’s normal for us to do anything in front of each other. Besides this is probably the most time we’ve spent together in the same room in the past few months.