From the thickest part of the hair protruded his cock. It was relaxed still, large and heavy, deliciously soft now, though she was familiar with, and grateful for the state it could so easily reach. She loved the way it looked, and the way it behaved.

The old bathroom needed a lot of work. Hell, the entire house was sorely lacking, but they tackled the bathroom first. It was a large room, and they had plenty of options.

The first thing they did was move the old bath. The heavy iron tub had been concealed behind panels in the Seventies, and they tore the somewhat shabby boards off with some enjoyment, attacking the joinery with crowbars and hammers, laughing as the weapons ploughed holes in the panels and freed the bath.

A plumber assisted with disconnection of the water, both in and out, and then the two of them lifted the tub from its long accustomed position, and placed it carefully in the middle of the black and white slate checkerboard floor. The rubbish was cleared from the corner of the room where the bath had stood, ready for the new glass and stainless steel shower fixture.

The tub was even used unceremoniously to hold the rubbish until it could be cleared out. But when the panels, the nails, and the dusty old plumbing fixtures were disposed of, the bath stayed where it was.

Laura had been happy enough to remove it initially, and desperately wanted to feel that she had something clean and new in the bathroom, but once they had committed themselves to the project she no longer wanted to actually throw the tub out. So there it sat.

The rest of the bathroom was updated, with classy fixtures that respected the age and style of the house. The plumbing was upgraded; newly efficient water heating installed; a toilet put, somewhat out of keeping, in the corner. A final clean was undertaken in preparation for use. Curtains, ornaments and containers in a subtle and coordinated blue completed the room.

Still the bathtub remained. Isolated from both the water pipes and the drains, it wasn't of much use, other than as somewhere to throw dirty towels. Cleaned and polished though, the tub looked good, sitting solidly on four steel claw feet, black on the outside, and polished porcelain white on the inside. It didn't look remotely new, but its scars looking interesting, as though it had stories to tell. It still sat where they had initially dropped it, askew but somehow correct, in the middle of the large floor, its black-and-whiteness something of a hippie cousin to the checkerboard tiles it sat upon.

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When the door creaked open, Laura reflexively closed her knees, and tried to hide her breasts, somewhat unsuccessfully, behind them. When she saw it was Doyle she relaxed, lifting her shoulders and letting her knees fall to the sides of the tub. It must have been quite a sight. Her pale freckled skin had parted to reveal a familiar but nonetheless intimate flash of pink as she grinned at her husband.

Doyle stood silently in the doorway, a smile on his face. As he watched Laura sitting in the old tub, completely naked, she reached down between her knees, just beyond where Doyle could see, and lifted her hand with something in it. Doyle had to move closer to see what was going on.

Laura was sitting as she might have done had the tub been in normal use. Her back rested against the steeply curving end of the bath, her elbows hanging over the sides, her legs pulled up so that her feet were near her butt, and her knees, as I said, resting against the sides of the tub.

Between her knees on the floor of the bath sat a round transparent plastic container with the lid carelessly thrown beside it. The container was half filled with jelly beans, and the rest of the almost-flat bottom of the bath was also littered with beans; all the colours of the rainbow, stark against the white porcelain.

As Doyle watched, Laura grinned at him, picked up a few more of the jelly beans from the container, peered intently at the other end of the tub, squinted her green eyes beneath ginger brows, held her tongue haphazardly between her lips, and threw the first of the sweets.

The jelly bean flew nicely through the air to somewhere near the plug hole, then bounced loudly on the surface of the bath just once before rolling toward the centre of the tub and coming to rest among its scattered peers.

"Shit," Laura giggled, and threw another one.

"Exactly what," Doyle asked, walking closer again, "are you doing?"

"I was tired."

"Bed, dear. When you're tired, you go to bed."

"No, but... Oh, don't look so worried. I was hot, and tired, and just needed to get out of the house. And I couldn't, because what if the kids woke up? So..." She stopped there, leaned to the side and picked up an empty wine glass from the floor. "I poured a glass of wine, stole that box of jelly beans from the cupboard, and..." She leaned the other way then, and picked up a book. "I grabbed my novel from the bedroom and looked for somewhere cool to sit."

"In the bath."

"Yeah."

"It's a good thing I already knew you were insane when I moved in."

"Oh, come on, Doyle. You'd do..."

"I would not."

"Would too."

"Then tell me, my lovely wife, why are you stark naked? Not that I'm complaining, you understand."

"I said already, it's hot."

"Okay, so you brought your book and your wine, took off all your clothes and sat in the old bathtub to keep cool, right?"

"Yup."

"So why," he asked, grinning familiarly at his crazy wife, "would the jelly beans be scattered over the bottom of the bathtub, for all the world like seeds thrown over the garden to germinate?"

"Oh, I can't tell you."

"You can't, or you won't?"

"Okay, I won't." She waggled her glass at him, and did her best to look stern. She failed. "Unless, of course, you'd like to fill this."

"You're bribing me?"

"Doyle, call it whatever you want. I'm naked in the bathtub. I don't have a whole lot of leverage."

"Hand it over."

"Stop ogling my breasts."

"Well then, move the glass."

"Spoilsport."

"Gimme."

Doyle took the wineglass, and shaking his head as much in amusement as confusion he left the room, turning once at the door for a glimpse of his obviously certifiable, but nonetheless gorgeous wife.

He was back in five minutes.

He opened the door first, and peered through. Laura was reading. She looked up at him and put the book down.

"I thought you were... you know... doing something with jelly beans?"

"I didn't want to run out before you got back. Why are you standing like that?"

"I'm shy." Only his head and shoulders were visible from where Laura sat.

"I don't believe you, and where's your shirt?"

"Bedroom," he said, as he opened the door properly.

His left hand was holding a fresh glass of wine for Laura, and a paperback novel was tucked under his arm. That was all he had, and Laura paid more attention, putting her book down on the floor again.

Doyle was not a physical guy, and he never went to the gym, but somehow he still managed to maintain something of a physique, and Laura always liked to watch him move.

His skin was firm without being sculpted, a sun-resistant olive tone of the sort that sensitive redheads like Laura dreamed. She rather liked the rest of him too. His broad shoulders held a largely hairless chest and slim stomach. Just beneath his navel a slowly spreading thatch of dark hair started, the colour of the short hair on his head, but a whole different texture.

From the thickest part of the hair protruded his cock. It was relaxed still, large and heavy, deliciously soft now, though she was familiar with, and grateful for the state it could so easily reach. She loved the way it looked, and the way it behaved.

"Oh," he said as he walked toward the bath. "Who's ogling now?"

"I'm a snake charmer."

"Is it working?"

"Not yet. But I bet I can make it do some tricks."

"You have the best ideas."

"Says a naked man with wine?"

"Yeah, yeah. You need anything else from out there?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I've checked the kids, turned off the lights and locked the doors..." He stopped then, shaking his head, and then turned back towards the door. "Nothing?"

"Nope."

He pressed the button to lock the bathroom door. "That's better."

"We need the door locked, or you just wanted to treat me to a view of your ass?"

Doyle turned his head back to her, grinned, and wiggled his butt. "Both." Laura laughed some more and he turned back to the tub. He waved the full wine glass carefully at her. "Listen, you want this, or will you wriggle forward first?"

"Why do I need to move?"

"I want to take a bath."

"With me?"

"Of course with you, wench."

"Well then," she responded, shuffling her body forward a little in the tub. "You're wrong."

"Uh huh," he said, handing her the glass. "Why is that?"

"Thank you. Because, dear husband, you have the best ideas. What's with the book?"

"I might get bored."

"Bastard."

"Yeah, yeah." He leaned down and kissed Laura on the lips, dropped the book to the floor next to hers, and climbed into the tub behind her. She noticed that his cock, while not hard, wasn't nearly so relaxed as when he walked in. "Pull your knees in for a second, would you?" With a little more effort, he was sitting behind her in the empty tub, his hands around Laura's waist, her butt against his cock, her back leaning against his chest. "So, how about an explanation?"

"For?"

"The jelly beans of course, woman."

"Oh, yeah. Let me have a sip of this first. Stop moving."

"You're going to spill it?"

"No, you're just distracting me."

"Ah."

"So, I brought the JB's to eat."

"Yes, I know. But that's not an explanation."

"God, I love it when you do that." His hands were cupping her breasts, taking the weight of them, holding them firmly, and slowly kneading them. "Anyway... No, don't stop. Anyway, I just... It must have been after some wine. I saw the plug hole, way down there, and I tried to throw one of them through it."

"Down the plug hole?"

"Yeah."

"Why, Laura?"

"Hell, I have no idea. Umm... want to try?"

"You bet. Hand me some ammo."

"You think you can do this with me in the way?"

"Soon see, won't we?"

"Do I get a promise that you'll get back to my breasts after?"

"No promises. I'm a big tough hunter now. Gotta kill us some dinner."

"You bump into a drug dealer on the way home, hubby?"

"I need a challenge if I'm going to win. An imaginary one will do the trick."

"I doubt it. In any case, how about a real one?"

"There's an actual point to this?"

"Yeah. If you manage to get one of those things between the goal posts, then I'll lift myself up from here, move back closer to you, and sit down again."

"And if I miss?"

"I'll probably pretend I had my eyes shut, and you can lie."

"Sounds good."

"Hurry up then. Limited time offer."

"Yes, Ma'am. Ammo please."

Laura handed him a handful of jelly beans. She turned her head to the side and kissed him on the cheek. "That's for my hero."

"Your hunter."

"My champion."

"Your promised."

"You bet. Umm... honey, not that one."

"No? What's wrong with this one?"

"It's red. Hand it here?"

"Yeah, but... Hey!"

"What's the problem, Doyle?"

"You're eating my weapons."

"Just the red ones."

"Alright, alright. Hey, you've thrown some red ones."

"I wasn't hungry then."

"Uh huh."

"Nor," and the turned and grinned at him, "was I on a promise if you won."

"Quiet, wench. The hunt is underway."

It was difficult to throw the little jelly beans from where he was. He didn't have much movement with his arms down the sides of the bath, and he couldn't get any leverage with them hanging over the edges. The first few went wildly wide, amidst giggles from both of them. Just as Doyle was getting the hang of it, Laura bumped his arm, and the bean in his hand leapt over the side of the bath and fell to the floor.

"Hey, no fair."

"I was just getting my drink."

"It's on the other side."

"Just because I have a shocking memory doesn't mean I'm actively hostile."

"Yes, it does."

"You're just cracking under pressure."

"What pressure?"

"Fear. You're scared you might miss out."

"On?"

"Me."

"Fat chance."

"Let's pretend, alright? Throw."

It took him until the last one to get it right again. The yellow jelly bean sailed through the air, hit the side of the plug hole and bounced back. The bounce wasn't nearly enough, and it fell through the hole to the floor below.

"Ha!"

"Oh, my hunter!"

"Quiet, wench. You have promises to fulfil."

"Bully."

"Lift."

Laura didn't have the slightest intention of delaying further, and she put her hands on the sides of the tub and lifted herself up. Doyle's hands were suddenly under her butt, and guided her up and over his now hard cock. She lowered herself gently, getting herself in just the right position, and when she could feel the tip of his circumcised shaft against her she removed one hand from the bath frame and carefully spread her labia with her fingers.

She was drenched and more than ready, but he was large, and the position wasn't exactly forgiving. She loved the feel as she slid over him though, tight, hot and wet, slipperier than she thought, very comfortable, and oh so full.

It still wasn't quite right though, and she realised what she wanted to do if she could manage it.

Whispering quietly to Doyle, she explained that she wanted to lift off him again, but he shouldn't get the wrong idea. She'd be back.

The bathtub, despite its age and depth, was fairly wide at this end, and she carefully lifted herself off, stood up, and then knelt either side of his legs, still facing away. Then, bending her knees she lowered herself over him again, and slid back down his shaft.

This felt much better and now she was in control. Doyle couldn't really move at all back there, but all she had to do was to straighten her knees a little, and she could lift herself off him before plunging back down.

Doyle's hands found their way from her ass cheeks back up her spine and around to her breasts again. He cupped them as only he could, and she started to move.

The rhythm was automatic. A blend of the restrictive position and a familiarity with each other. As she moved slowly up and down, pumping his cock as best she could, Doyle groaned, and his hands travelled down her front, stopping at her sensitive navel, and eventually finding their way to the cleft between her legs, down over her fine ginger thatch, and his fingertips were against her clit. She usually liked him to do this. As hard as they both tried, she could seldom manage to orgasm with him inside her unless he assisted one way or another. This time though, his fingers were restricting her movement, and without saying a word to him she took his hands in hers and returned them to her breasts.

The movement continued, until they were both breathless and desperate. Doyle's impotent thrusts beneath her were token at best, but Laura's tight slipperiness was doing everything necessary for him, and soon he was on the verge. Laura could tell, and she encouraged him not to wait, both with her voice and her thighs.

It only took him a moment, and he came, pumping deep inside her, filling her with his seed, his hands suddenly tight on her breasts, his breath short and sharp. Laura milked him gently then, sliding up and down over him, impaling him a few more times, stopping when she could tell he was becoming uncomfortable.

The two of them sat there for a moment, until Doyle came to his senses. He pulled her head back and whispered in her ear. "You didn't come, my dear."

"No matter, husband. I was wenching, remember?"

"Yes, but..." He reached down again, between her legs.

She jumped. "No. No, sorry Doyle. I liked doing it this way, but it's not comfortable. Not for that."

"Sorry."

"No need to be."

"I still am."

"Hold on a second." She carefully lifted herself then, feeling his softening cock slide out of her, and his strong hands sliding down her back to cup her buttocks again. She stood up in front of him, still facing the other and of the tub, and he kissed her ass before she walked away from him, laughing. She stumbled then, and caught herself on the sides of the tub. "That might be a nice position, but it's tough on the knees."

"You alright?"

"Sure I am. It's hard to find somewhere to stand though. Damn bathtub's almost covered in jelly beans."

"I wonder how that happened?"

"Probably some lunatic."

"Yeah, more than likely." Laura turned then, sat on the other end of the bathtub, and stretched her legs out for a moment before using them to steady herself.

Doyle was always surprised at the contrast between the shy Laura who took the children to school, and the brazen woman who looked after him in the bedroom... or the bathroom in this case. She was sitting up on the end of the bath, her knees spread and her most intimate parts on display, and she was enjoying it. He said nothing, and just watched for a while.

Eventually Laura spoke. "Dearest, could I possibly have another jelly bean?"

"You can have absolutely anything, Laura."

"I'll remember that for later. A JB for now."

He picked the container up from where she'd left it, and held it out to her. She took some time before choosing another red one.

"Doyle," she said, a grin on her face. "Do you like the red ones?"

"You know I do," he replied, placing the container on the floor beside the bath.

"Would you like one?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would you like a red jelly bean, dear?"

"Perhaps. Should I...?"

"No dear, not from the container. Would you..." She blushed then. "Would you like this one?"

"Oh. Ah, certainly. What's going on?"

"Nothing, honey. Nothing." She took the jelly bean, and making sure that he was watching every move, she moved her hand down between her legs, and pressed the jelly bean just a little up inside herself, between her spread labia, and just beneath her clitoris. "So... you still want it?"

"God, yes!"

"Well, hurry up then!"

Doyle sprang up from the bottom of the bath, and fell to his hands and knees. He took the time to scoop the remaining jelly beans through the plug hole rather than kneel on them, and then he kissed his way up one of Laura's legs, from her knee to her thigh, his tongue leaving a trail as he got closer and closer to the jelly bean.

At some point Laura couldn't stand it any longer, and she pulled his head hard towards her, encouraging him to tongue her much more intimately.

His mouth explored her, the tip of his tongue flicking in to her welcoming depths, and he found the jelly bean. Hooking the tip of his tongue around it, he pulled the sugary sweetness into his mouth and swallowed it. Free from any obligations he turned his concentration to Laura's clit, and found the tip of it with his tongue. He wasn't able to swallow that, but he did his best, sucking her into his mouth and flicking her most tender spot with his tongue.

He wasn't in the most comfortable position, but he guessed this wasn't going to take long, and he was right. Laura didn't need a lot more attention, and she soon started to shudder around his mouth. He could feel her hands on the back of his head, and her legs clamping closed on his ears. He moved faster and heard her groan with pleasure before pushing him away desperately and sitting there shaking.

She had a huge smile on her face, and she was gasping for breath. That was when the banging on the door started, and a little voice called out.

"Mummy, are you alright? Let me in, Mummy?"

Doyle pulled himself up from the floor of the tub, climbed out, and wrapped a towel around himself, putting a finger to his mouth to indicate that she shouldn't admit her presence. He pointed at her wine glass and her book, making it clear that she was welcome to stay and finish both.

He kissed her quickly on the mouth, then let himself out to deal with the real world again. Until the next time.

Sep 2008
Absolutely wonderful! I think I read somewhere that unless we act as free and joyful as children we will never find happiness or the kingdom of heaven. Laugh, Love and cherish each other is the key

Apr 2008
Loved it, the jelly beans are neat. :-)

Apr 2008
Nice...very nice. Romantic, with good dialogue and sensuality all mixed in delightful proportions. I liked it.

Apr 2008
That was so sweet. I really liked it. I'm probably going to try that out, if i can talk my lover into it. It was just tender and ...lovey, i guess.

Apr 2008
Well done!

Apr 2008
nutty, and cute. good work!

Apr 2008
Very nice. I have a very large porcelain bathtub that is finished with brass fittings and a very large supply of hot water. It offers a new meaning to making waves. Nicely told.

Mar 2008
quite an imagination

Mar 2008
What a nice vision -- that people who have kids could manage to find that sort of quality time. Rather brings a tear to the eye.

Mar 2008
That was really funny. Silly and funny but thoroughly enjoyable.

Mar 2008
Now that my old - my not so retired old friend (thank the lord! You would have been very sorely missed!!) was totally delightful. Inventive, very sexy and just a glorious example. I'll leave me smiling for quite a long time.

Mar 2008
Ooooh.. Fabulous and romantic. Proof that married people can still have a little fun.. Wildly imaginative and Fantastically done, as usual . I do love your stories in the morning.

Mar 2008
Not as erotic as some of yours but so real I got lost in the story and almost forgot to join in. Thank you again.

Mar 2008
Gentle, can't imagine why you want feedback. Chuckle!!! But considering the quality of this story, you have earned a little praise. LOL!!! The bathroom is a popular place for couples to have a Tête à Tête of an intimate nature. ... I hope,

Mar 2008
Very sweet. It almost seems a different style than usual. You experimenting?

Mar 2008
I absolutely loved this. It was a beautiful story about two people that have lived together through a reasonable amount of time, showing both their caring, love and lust for each other at a very amusing moment in time.

Mar 2008
The story was thought out and planned. It was what couples do when in love and they want play time. I like red jelly beans too...lol.

Mar 2008
Nice READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!

Mar 2008
The dialog is excellent; the setting superbly set up, and the plot has the tease, uncertainty, eroticism, intimacy, and a climax that is perfect.

Mar 2008
this was fun!

Mar 2008
This was a truly great story ... Even their children didn't bother them. Good to read a story like this. Very sexy and is much appreciated.

Mar 2008
I loved the Jelly Beans. I loved the lunacy even more, but the best bit, the very best bit was leaving her whilst he tended to the kids. I think I love that man.

Mar 2008
Delightful little story. Pleasure to read.

Mar 2008
Been there done that -- well sort of, anyway it is not as silly as you think

Mar 2008
Oh I LIKE THAT!!!!