"In here!" comes the response to my questioning "hello." The voice is sweet, low, playful, verging on raspy, it is a voice that makes my cock take notice.

This is an unexpected pleasure. But I need to find the kids first, and figure out the lay of the land.

The kids are playing video games. They barely wave at me.

Carefully, wondrously, I walk back down the hall toward the bathroom, and ease open the door.

She is there, in our tub, with bubbles, all smiling, wet, and naked. Playfully she blows a handful at me and giggles.

I stare at her. "Where's Lynn?" I ask, hoping for the answer.

"She went out for awhile," Stacey answers, "and left me in charge." The very thought of it is just so silly that she laughs out loud, shaking with mirth, her bubble-coated breasts swaying wonderfully just above the surface of the water.

I watch as a bubble comes in contact with her pointy left nipple and pops.

She sees me watch and grins mischievously, reaches out of the water with one hand to tweak and pinch and pull her nipples.

I kneel beside the tub, the video game beeping and booping down the hall, Stacey's breasts bobbing and bubbling in the bath before me.

The risk is incredible. The kids could tire of the video game or need the bathroom. Lynn could arrive home sooner than expected. But those breasts, those bobbing soap-covered breasts and those naughty twinkling eyes and that seductive cock-sucking smile are worth it, are they not?

I bend over the tub and kiss her deeply, pinching one soap-slicked nipple while she pinches the other.

She spreads her legs under the water, disturbing the bubbles on the surface and my hand, knowing an invitation when it sees one, travels down from her breast across her stomach, under the water between her legs to her wet and soapy opening.

I insert my index finger into her, wiggling deep inside her, and she gasps. I insert my middle finger next to it and she squirms.

"Too risky!" she gasps, echoing my unfortunate sentiment, being strong for both of us, pulling my hand out of her. "Go stand in the door. I want to show you something."

Reluctantly I stand, but not without giving her clit one last rub and her nipple one last tug.

She gives me the finger as I retreat backwards to the door, laughing at my frustration.

Wondering at what she is about to do, I watch as she stands, opens the drain, turns on the shower and rinses off the soap bubbles, being very dramatic about it both for my benefit and, I suspect, her own.

Thoroughly rinsed, she turns her back to me, wiggles her tight ass at me, and flips the lever that moves the water from the shower to the bath spigot, checks the temperature and flow of the water, sits, her back still toward me and then scoots forward, raising her hips into the air in one deft and incredibly erotic motion, so that her clit is directly under the full force of the water.

Her head jerks back and she exhales with a hissing moaned "Oh fuck God yes" as it hits her. And then she is moving, moving and coming, hips rising and falling, ass slapping wetly against the ceramic bottom of the tub, grunting and moaning and hissing and slapping, the water an incessant force of pleasure against her shaved cunt, her face red, her features twisted in ecstasy as I watch, unable to move, unable to join her, hearing the slam of a car door the snick of a key in the front door lock, as I quickly close the bathroom door leaving behind my insane vision of awesome lust-filled spiritual depravity, as I quickly walk to meet my wife to kiss her deeply to squeeze her close, to remember and anticipate Stacey in all her forbidden orgasmic glory.