First Anniversary

Tommy King and Whitney Wright grin in a candlelit bathroom that smells like rose petals and hot water. First comes the slow kiss—lips barely parted, two wives still wearing matching plush robes. They tug at the ties, let the fabric drop, then slide into the steaming tub with a splash that leaves suds flying. Tommy reaches for Whitney’s soap-slick breast, thumbs circling soap across her nipple until it tightens. Whitney laughs softly and returns the favor, sliding her fingers down Tommy’s belly until they dip between her legs. They trade open-mouthed kisses while sudsy hands wander. Whitney presses her body closer, feeling Tommy’s thighs wrap around her hips. One finger glides in, knuckles deep, pumping slow and sure while the other hand keeps working Tommy’s clit. Tommy groans, hips rolling, then slips two fingers into Whitney at the same rhythm. Their foreheads press together, mouths open, breath mixing. Water sloshes over the rim as the pace quickens—wet skin smacks, moans echo off tile. When they come it hits in quick, trembling waves, body against body, lips still locked like they’re still teenagers sneaking time between rounds of anniversary cake.