Give Mika a bath

Before Mika could deepen the kiss you pulled back and started leading your wife by the hand. If she had continued neither of you would do anything else for a long while. Instead you took her into the bathroom, pored a bath and gestured for her to disrobe next to you. Quietly you lit some candles around the room and sat down in the tub with your legs spread apart.

Mika sat nestled between your knees and accepted a shoulder massage from you. Although it was your idea, as God, for there to be a world full of beautiful women you had chosen to be surprised by what they would actually be like. Mika was clearly the "husband" of the relationship but nothing made you appreciate that like running your hands over her naked body. Where Rosie had soft, slightly chubby curves, Mika had toned, muscular lines. As you kneaded the tension out of her shoulders you made mental notes of how her broad yet feminine shoulders could be used on a mythic heroine next time you feel like incarnating yourself.

After about ten minutes of TLC your wife gave a contended sigh, leaned back fully and turned her head to look you in the eye. "I didn't know how much a needed that honey" Mika said with a smile. You smiled back at her knowing that her grin had nothing to do with the massage but instead the feeling of your breasts being pressed into her back.

Next you took a bar of soap with one hand and proceeded to lather her up as an excuse rub her down afterwards. She giggled like a school girl as you shamelessly felt up her bosoms and moaned as you teased her labia. This display of feigned helplessness a secret for you alone. Before she could get too excited though you withdrew your hand from Mika and twisted to lean past and pull the plug out of the tub. The whole session was foreplay for later.

Out of the bath you once again assumed the submissive role, towelling off your wife, blow drying her hair and fetching her bathrobe and slippers before doing likewise for yourself. In the living room you put on a record of soft jazz, pored a glass of wine for Mika and left her to relax alone as you quickly made a salad to tide the two of you over before a proper dinner with your daughters.

Author's Note: Sorry I left this so long.