Chapter Fourteen
Your Choice Part Three
Bathing my wife as her servant was exquisite torture and drove home the vast difference between the early days of our marriage, when we had showered and bathed together as lovers, and my present situation. Of course those earlier times of intimacy had merely been foreplay, a blatant excuse for the mind bending s*x that followed. Now things were different. Now she lay there passively with her eyes closed while I soaped her body. Now it wasn’t s****l at all, for her anyway. She didn’t get aroused but rather just sighed in pleasure as if it were perfectly normal for her to have a servant washing her.
On the other hand my libido couldn’t help what happened to my body. Washing her lovely frame and especially her breasts with my slippery hands inflamed
