As I lie here in my bath the warm water swirls around my body relaxing me, yet exciting me at the same time. My husband sits in a chair by the side of the tub watching me and smiling. At first, he called me a whore and a slut for wanting to go through with my ultimate fantasy, but I know he can never stay mad at me for long!
The door is slightly ajar and I can hear the men downstairs preparing themselves as, likewise, I prepare myself up here. I have already cleansed myself thoroughly and am now really just waiting...waiting for something to happen! I wonder to myself how this will all work; will they wait for me downstairs or will they quickly become tired of my prolonged absence and come looking for me? As this was all my idea, I know that I should really make the first move, but my submissive side prohibits me from doing this and I sink down lower into the soothing water.
I catch my breath. My heart leaps and misses a beat as I hear footsteps on the stairs. Someone is coming! I feel my pussy tingle slightly, my nipples visibly tighten as the footfalls reach the top of the stairs and wait outside the door. I have no idea who any of the men are; my husband has arranged the whole thing, his only condition being that he remains with me the whole time to ensure that I am safe and happy (and, I suspect, to watch!).
There is a soft knock on the bathroom door. I try to speak, maybe to allow his admittance, maybe to refuse; I don't know, but the words get stuck in my throat. But it becomes irrelevant. The man has not waited for my response and has entered my domain regardless. I look up. He is smiling and naked. My eyes want to study his body, but are held, fixed by his gaze. The smile is warm and inviting, it calms and relaxes me somewhat. My husband is also smiling, a sort of crooked grin as he watches the man and me. I love him for his acceptance of this situation.
The naked man walks towards me and sits on the side of the tub. I now see his body. He is young and beautiful. I have never seen him before and will never see him again after this. His chest is hairless and leads down to a flat stomach. My eyes wander further down and fix on his cock. He is already erect and I sense my pussy tingle again. His hand is in the water, swishing the suds and foam around. He cups one of my breasts gently and I gasp. He can feel how hard my nipple is and squeezes it between his thumb and forefinger. I place my hand in his lap and wrap my fingers around his hot shaft while he plays with my large tits. I hear my husband's heavy breaths and I am reminded of my audience.
My lover now swings his legs over the edge of the tub and sits with both feet in the water. He gently pushes my head down. I know what he wants. I want it also. My ruby painted lips part and close over his glans. Ironically, I suddenly recall applying my lipstick earlier. I had taken so much care to get it right, only to have it smeared lewdly around this mans penis. He tastes good; a hint of male musk creeps into my nostrils and I lower my head further down his shaft. As I feel him enter my throat I sense him throbbing. I wonder how long it will take him to cum. I hope that it will not be too quick - I want to enjoy these sensations as long as possible.
Alternately, I relax and tense my throat muscles as my husband has shown me. My lovers moans echo around the bathroom as I deep throat him; taking him all the way down and then pulling slowly back and rolling my tongue around the large, purple head. His grip on my breasts suddenly tightens. A deep, almost unearthly groan escapes his lips and I know that the time has come. I relax my throat muscles once again and allow his thick cock to slip from my mouth. As I see it appear, it looks angry and red. It throbs and twitches for a few seconds and then spews its wonderful liquid over my waiting face. I open my mouth to swallow as much as possible, but most of his issue lands on my hair and face. A little unsteadily, my lover swings his legs back over the edge of the bath and stands. He bends and kisses me lovingly on the lips, playfully squeezing by boob for the last time. Before I have chance to thank him, he leaves as silently as he had arrived.