She put her hands out and sank her fingers into the mat of his chest hair.
“Mmmmm,” she said. She extended and then curled her fingers and started rubbing his chest with her palms even as her fingers were weaving through his hair. She was petting him.
“Do you like that, darling?
“Yeth.” She stepped away. “We need to get clean, Phineath.”
“Oh, darling.”
She held up her hands, covered in dry mud. “I got you muddy. I won’t lick a muddy cock.”
With those words, his cock, which had been pointing down, now began to rise a little.
“Now, Caro, I told you I don’t want that.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I meant, wheneveryouwant.”
She put her hands up to her head and pulled at pins and a dark river of mud-encrusted hair fell down around her shoulders. “Your cock thays he wanth it.”
He took a deep breath and willed himself to detumesce as he stepped out of the breeches down at his ankles.
“I meant it when I said I want us to talk, Caro.”
“Then you thouldn’t have thuggethted we bathe together.”
There, his cock was going down a little, despite the arousing nature of herthuggethted.
She reached over her own shoulders and did something to the back of her dress. She pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in a chemise and petticoat. She wore no stays. Once she had put the dress down, clucking over the thick mud on it, she turned back to him and stared pointedly at his groin.
“Anyway, we can thtill talk. I can thay I want to thuck your cock.”
His cock twitched and started rising again.
“I am going to uthe thith” she stuck out her pink tongue “all over your thex, your thaft and your thcrotum.”
Now his member was hard, protruding, responding as quickly as it would have if he were twenty years younger. His forehead was sweating and he swiped at it with the back of his hand.
“Get out of that chemise and petticoat, wife, and talk dirty to me some more.”
“Do you want me to utheethwordth, Phineath?”
“Yes.”
She took off the chemise. “Do you want me to talk about thucking on your thaft?”
He groaned.
“Or about the wetneth on my theckth when I look at your phalluth?”
She untied her petticoat’s drawstring and let it fall to the floor and was at last gloriously naked. She gathered her long hair in one hand, first combing flecks of dried mud out of it with her fingers, then twisting it and raising both arms up behind her head. For a moment, he thought she might be displaying herself to him and he wanted to lunge at her and seize one of her nipples between his teeth. But no, she was just pinning her hair back up. She took one of the towels and went and dipped it in the tub.
“Ith hot.”
He picked up one of the buckets of cold water and came up next to her and poured a little cold water into the tub and caressed the back of her thigh at the same time.
“Are we going to get in now, darling?”
