"Whose idea was it to fill this wonderful season full of crap?" Helen wondered as she arrived home from her meeting with the PTO. It had been an extremely a long meeting, covering the many events coming up in the next few months and she was very tired. She was tired from the last two weeks of "holiday" activities, putting in many hours preparing for the school's "Holiday" program, organizing parties for her daughter's Girl Scout Troop and fourth grade class, , as well her son's Cub Scout pack. She was pooped!
She also was feeling very guilty. It was five days until Christmas and she had pretty much ignored her family (especially her husband who has been very helpful, copying, babysitting, hauling bails of hay, etc.). Not one gift was purchased nor one card mailed. Add to that, the house was a mess, her mother was asking for information about the kids, and the weather sucked (cold rain, mixed with sleet, and snow).
She closed the door, hung up her keys, and took off her coat, flinging it onto the hallway chair. As she started up the stairs, something caught her attention. Something was not right. The house was too quiet. It was only 7:00 and there was no noise, no kids, and no husband. Helen looked out the front and noticed Gil's car was missing. She was just wondering where they could be when she noticed the note on the hall table.
"Helen -- Do not bother to look for the me or the kids. You will not find us. Instead, go into the bathroom to find a nice surprise."
Following the instructions, she went to the bathroom and found a CD player with her favorite Christmas CD set to play, a bottle of bubblebath on the tub, glowing candles, a bottle of wine on ice with a glass already poured, and a book of Penthouse letters. "Damn he's good," she said to herself and quickly started to fill the tub and poured a generous portion of the bubbles into the steaming water.
Helen started the CD and as the tub filled she stripped off her clothes(throwing them unceremoniously into a pile in the bedroom), downed the glass of wine and poured herself another.
She loved her bathtub. Gil and Helen had recently had the bathroom renovated and in doing so had the contractor install a huge tub. It was big enough for two. Settling into the tub, she closed her eyes, letting the warm, aromatic water relaxed and soothes her. The water and music released the tired tension of the week and Helen started to feel human again.
After a bit, she took her wine again, and reached for the book. She opened it and started to read.
Gil knew exactly the kinds of stories she liked, raunchy. Don't get Helen wrong, sappy is OK; but dirty letters are better. The hotter the sex, the more she enjoyed the story. She started to read and realized the book was exactly what she wanted.
She read the first letter. It started like all the letters, "I never thought I would be writing a letter ..." It was a hot letter about a slutty wife (blond with big tits) being banged on a chartered fishing trip by her husband and three of his buddies. She dove into the second one, this one about a young woman whose tent blew over while in a storm in the woods and was invited in by a young man in the other tent. Helen was so excited by the letters that her free hand moved "south".
Helen did not notice the bathroom door open. "As I was stand here, two thoughts come to mind," Gil said from the doorway.
"Damn it Gil! ... You startled me," Helen cried.
"Sorry. As I was saying, two thoughts came to mind. One, where is your other hand and two, is there room for two in that tub?"
"My hand is at the end of my arm being useful," Helen said. "At least it was a moment ago. As for company, you are almost dressed, or should I say undressed, properly (and giving the proper salute!) you might as well join me."
Gil climbed into the tub opposite Helen. "So what have you done with our children?" Helen asked
"Kevin is at Matt's and Jesse is at Michelle's. Yes, Sue and Connie are part of the conspiracy."
"Ah! ... So is this it or is there more?" Helen said, reaching for her wine glass.
"We are naked in a tub, the kids are not here, the evening is still young, and the morning can be as late as we wish. What do you think?"
"I see your point, actually it is below the surface. OK lover what's next?"
