She wants a show.

You've got the water nicely hot and have added the bubble bomb she likes, making a frothy surface.

She saunters back in and smiles at you kneeling next to the tub, your penis sticking out at full alert -- counter-balancing the suave attitude you're trying to present.

"Just remember, this will be all about me," she insists.

"Yes, Ma'am!" you reply in your best military voice. You gesture to the hot bubbly water. "Your tub awaits."

She starts to disrobe, then stops -- denying you the view of her body that you never get tired of.

"I need a little help with this," she tells you, putting her hands to her hips expectantly.

You smile, rise, and go behind her -- easing the robe off and kissing her bare shoulder lightly.

She gives you a pat and steps out of your grasp. "That's sweet, dear. But you're only getting a start on making things right. I've got big plans." And with that, she eases herself into the tub and lays back. "I believe you said this was all about me?"

You nod in the affirmatively.

"Good," she says. "Get the baby oil out of the cabinet and come back over her."

"Foot massage" you think to yourself as you turn and walk over to the counter, opening up the door and reaching down to grab a small bottle of baby oil. With that in your hand you stroll back over to the foot of the tub waiting for her foot to emerge.

"Now," her voice begins," pour some of that onto your hands."

You accomplish this quickly, sitting the bottle down on the floor.

You turn back to her expectantly, wondering why all the mystery about a foot massage.

She seems to read your expression and smiles.

"Now come closer to me."

You take a step, and she says, "Stop right there."

"Put your right foot up on the tub," the Mrs. says calmly.

You do it, feeling foolish but knowing you have to go along with this "Make the hubby look like an idiot game" she is playing.

You watch as her eyes lock on your semi-erect dick which is dangling between your now spread legs.

"Now start rubbing your dick for me, baby."

That gets your attention. You glance at her, really shocked in a good way. This was something new and exciting from the wife.

A giggle escapes her. "Rub that dick for me, baby." She pauses. "What is it you always say when you want me to play with myself for you?" She gets a stupid look on her face and speaks in a bad impression of your voice. "Baby, it gets me so horny when you do it."

You laugh along with her.

"Well," she says after a few seconds. "Get going, stud."