Bath Candy

by NickB

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Magic, Lesbian, TransGender, Fiction, Humor, FemaleDom, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Transformation, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Trying to spice up their marriage, a young husband suggests that his wife thinks of something he can do to help. She returns with a surprise and more besides. Not everything goes according to plan though...

The one thing about relationships is that they are rarely fair.

Take us for instance. I have a good-looking wife and I don't feel that I'm particularly a bag of spanners either. We're in our early thirties, well Janice has just turned thirty and I hit 'old git' status about three months ago. We've been together for over ten years.

It didn't take long for our ardour to cool and when we went to spice it up, it mainly revolved around Janice to make the moves.

She would do the stockings and flashy underwear thing and for a while it was great. Sex was good, but I honestly can't say it was any better than it was before. It was like turning up the power only to find that you're already going flat out, but instead of being on a big old Honda Fireblade, you're on a little put-put; it'll get you there, but with little excitement and it's usually a lot of hard work.

Once again, everything cooled off.

I thought about this for a while and the only conclusion I could come up with was if I made some changes. It seemed the only 'fair' thing to do.

I spoke to Janice.

"I know things have cooled off between us sexually and I think I know why."

"Go on." she said cautiously.

I could see that look in her eyes and I knew I was going to have a hard time getting this out. I was going to have to tread carefully, as the last thing I wanted was for her to think that even after all these years of thinking she knew me, she didn't and I was afraid that she'd come to the conclusion she'd actually married a raving pervert.

"Well, I know that it's always you that makes the effort," I said. Her eyes softened. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad after all. "And I wondered whether there was perhaps something I could do to spice things up a bit."

What I'd got in mind was maybe I'd get some sexy pants, like a body builder's posing pouch or something similar and maybe I'd have to shave my body hair, but I thought, fair's fair.

She looked a bit taken aback I must say and I wasn't really sure how she'd taken what I had said, but I thought I was being clever leaving the ball in her court; giving her the option of making the suggestion in the hopes that she would come up with an idea she liked.

"I'll let you know, but thank you for being so considerate."

Well it was looking like a promising start anyway.

I waited for days and days and still I had heard nothing. Granted we were busy, what with both of us working and little time really for anything intimate.

My head was doing somersaults though, going from one extreme to the other, from full rubber suits to a little g-string and I was starting to worry as to whether I had made the right decision in letting her come up with the ideas.

I had to keep myself in check as I had to visit the doctor on the Thursday for a 'pm' appointment — one of those 'well man' checkups. It's one of those things they do where they basically tap you a few times on the chest, tell you you're not dead or pregnant and send you on your way.

By Friday, I was so tightly wound, that even if she were to look at me with anything like a come-to-bed expression, I'd have come on the spot.

I wasn't quite prepared for what she actually had planned.

Friday evening was normally the night of the week we went out. Very occasionally we'd go out on a Saturday, but Friday was the night. I had got home from work late in the afternoon and had fixed a light buffet-style spread for tea, that way we could basically eat whilst on the move, either while we were getting ready or whatever.

When she still hadn't returned by seven, I was getting somewhat fractious. I had already started on a scotch egg, a few handfuls of peanuts and had a bath. I dressed smart, but casual and figured I would be ready for anything.

By seven-thirty, she was back and it was all I could do not to take her to task for being so late. This was our night out after all.

"How you doing Jan?" I asked.

"I've been thinking about what you said, and I came up with a solution." she said, flopping down on the sofa while I got her a beer from the fridge. She was munching on a handful of peanuts when I gave it to her.

"You did?" I replied. I was still trying to simmer down after she hadn't phoned to let me know she was going to be so late.

"Yup." she said, without any hint of what it was that she'd decided.


"You'll see." She flashed me a wicked grin and after a fairly sizeable slug from the beer can, she disappeared upstairs.

Well I have to say, I was pretty pissed off. This was important to me and I had no idea what she was playing at or anything. I kept looking at my watch and the time seemed to racing away from us, if we were to be going anywhere, we'd have to hurry.

"You going to be long, honey?" I yelled up the stairs.

"I'm in the bath. Just be patient for heaven's sake."

"Patience? I'll give her patience." I said throwing myself onto the sofa and drinking the rest of my can of beer in one gulp. I went and got another.

I got back and she came into the lounge in the most delicious red baby-doll nightie with almost completely transparent thong. I nearly lost it on the spot. I made a grab for her.

"Not yet darling." she said mysteriously, adding that wicked little smirk.

"But..." I started, but she just lifted my chin with a neatly manicured fingernail and told me that I had to get ready first.

"But I've already had a bath." I complained.

"That's okay darling. There's plenty of hot water. Just follow the instructions on the bottle and when you come out, I'll have your stuff ready on the bed. Now run along, or it'll take all night."

I hit the stairs at a dead run and tripped at least twice in my haste.

In the bathroom, I tried to find a bottle.

Nothing there that I hadn't already seen.

I went into the bedroom and an old fashioned brown glass bottle lay on the bed. I read the label.

"Ready Maid

Add two drops to a bath of warm water and soak for no less than fifteen minutes. Add bubble bath or perfumed oils if required."

Once again, I got undressed and sat on the edge of the bath as it filled. Then I added two drops of this stuff (whatever it was) to my bath and lowered myself in.

It didn't seem to smell of anything, so the idea that it was an aphrodisiac was probably out of the question. Sure it was having an effect — the effect of anticipation on an already overloaded libido.

I sank back into the warm water until just my head was out. I had already done my hair and I didn't think I needed to go that far. As I reclined, I started to feel slightly strange. It wasn't a bad strange, just different and I could feel it tingling all the way up and down my body.

I was quite turned on by this and eyes closed, I could feel myself drifting. It was marvellous. The tingling sensation got stronger and stronger and I felt myself almost floating.

"Well if this is the appetiser," I thought. "Then bring on the main course!"

I lost track of all time and had it not been for Janice knocking on the door, I don't think I would have got out of that bath — at all.

I stepped out and grabbed a towel.

It was at this point that I noticed the changes.

Now when I agreed to put some effort in, I had some kinky underwear in mind; something that we could have a bit of a laugh with, but breasts?

They weren't all either.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I was not me, leastways, not exactly. I was like a female version of me. I was about the same height, which I suppose makes me quite tall for a woman. I had fair-sized boobs, which I wished I'd noticed earlier. I would have liked to have given them a test run before getting out of the bath and I was completely hairless from the head down, oh and my face too. Conversely, the hair on my head was longer, thicker, reaching almost to my waist.

"Are you out yet?" she asked.

"Yes?" I asked back.

"Is everything alright?"

"I don't know. It depends how you want to look at it."

"It worked then?"

"I guess."

"Well. Come on out."

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me above my ample bosom and headed out of the bathroom.

Janice was outside.

"My aren't you pretty?" she said seductively and brushed my cheek with the back of her hand, sending tingles not unlike those I felt in the bath, down my spine and I quivered. I also couldn't help blushing and I looked down. "And demure too!" she laughed. I smiled.

"Well don't let me stop you. You'd better go and get dressed. I'll be waiting downstairs."

This was unreal. I felt like a virgin being seduced by the mistress and I can't tell you what else I was feeling, but suffice it to say, I was trembling all over.

I walked into the bedroom and true to her word, Janice had laid out what I was to be wearing and boy did my pulse start to race.

There was lingerie that made me blush. Not unlike what Janice was wearing, it consisted of a very tiny thong in sheer black and a nightie that was so diaphanous that there seemed hardly any point in putting it on. To accompany, there was a pair of seamed black stockings with a self supporting lace top and a pair of four-inch black patent shoes.

I was trembling before I saw this lot, but the trembles just got more and more pronounced the more I put on. By the time I had pulled up the stockings, I was already close to an orgasm. My nipples were on stalks and with even the slightest movement, electric shocks coursed though my entire body.

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