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the slosh of ice water as she
pulled the champagne out and made her way back.
    “How about we take that bath now?” She said,
her hips held in a playful pose.
    Cal looked at the large tub. He could only
dream of having one this big at home! The hot water felt so good as
he eased himself in before Karen. He didn't want to trip and
somehow fall on her in the tub, being the klutz that he was. He
felt her toes glide up the inside of his legs as she slowly dipped
into the hot water, her feet touching his manhood as they found a
comfortable spot. Her hips pressed his feet against the side of the
tub. He was lost in the sensory overload of her skin, the bath and
so much else when she spoke.
    “So, have you ever done this before?” She
asked.
    “The bath? Er, yes, but not this big of a
tub. This thing is-” Karen cut him off.
    “No silly, this!” She said, motioning her
hands around in an attempt to encompass their little clandestine
meet.
    “Oh...,” Cal said. “No this is the first
time. I don't think I could fathom doing this with anyone else.”
With that, he reached his hand along her smooth leg. He stopped
when he noticed a slight indentation at the back of her calf that
felt like a scar. Karen moved her leg shyly to prevent his further
exploration.
    Without missing a step, Cal reached over to
grab the champagne off the side table. Realizing that they had
forgot to bring in the opener, he moved to get up and fetch it.
    “Allow me.” Karen said in a joking, snooty
accent. She grasped the side of the tub and stepped out, the soapy
water running down her body in bubbly little rivulets. Cal reached
out to caress her naked thigh as she stood up. Returning with the
opener, she struggled with the bottle.
    “It's so much easier to do this with clothes
on!” She joked, while struggling to find a position of leverage on
her slippery, wet body. Cal motioned to assist as she sat back down
in the hot bath. With a “pop” the champagne bubbled over slightly
before Cal could catch it with a glass. Handing the fizzing drink
over to her, he then reached around to fill his own. Karen held her
glass up in anticipation of a toast. Clearing his throat, Cal made
up something off the top of his head.
    “Here's to broken marriages and mended
souls”. He said, with a sincerity he didn't expect.
    For the first time, he finally felt it. He
finally recognized how much this all meant to him. This wasn't some
online hookup, it was something real. Something that he needed deep
down inside him. The feeling of being needed, wanted, was so absent
from his life, that it hit him like every opiate known to man being
pumped into his veins. His defensive ramparts melted away, allowing
him to feel this full range of emotions. Realizing the gravity of
what he had just said, the way he had said it, he looked up to see
Karen giving him a strange look. Being in a bad marriage can mess
with how you read women. Cal now struggled to find something quick
to say to diffuse the tension. As he did so, he saw Karen's eyes
well up, a small tear tracing down her cheek. Cal's brushed away
the tear with his thumb, while gently rubbing her leg in
solace.
    “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way,”
Cal stumbled over his words.
    “I know we've always talked about how bad
your marriage is, but I didn't know it was this bad.” She said, her
hand finding his in the soapy water. She smiled quickly in a vain
attempt at damage control. She didn't want her girly emotions
ruining their weekend! Cal climbed over her legs and lay down next
to her, their bodies pushed together by the sides of the tub as she
moved to allow him by her side. She placed her head on his
shoulders, reveling in his kindness and his emotion. She too had
felt something. A connection that seemed too strong to be from lust
alone. Although Cal was quite a sight! She wondered at the depths
his troubled emotions ran. She had always considered his belly
aching about Alice to be a release of sorts. She