Chapter 1: Warming up for the night

As John and Sarah pull up to their house after their trip to the supermarket, she finally turns off her phone and looks to her husband. “Hey, do you think you could take care of the groceries this time? I really want to take a long bath and do my nails before we go to the bar.” She gives him a pleading look, knowing full well that he won’t be able to say no. “Sure Sarah, of course” says John with a “not big deal” tone in his voice.

They both get out of the car and John starts unloading the groceries from the trunk. “Thanks, babe,” she says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. John just grunts in response, already lugging the first bag up the front steps.

On the one hand, she’s glad that he’s willing to do with everything she asks. But on the other hand, she can’t help but feel a tiny bit of pity for he’s being too submissive, still getting used to it. But quickly she shakes her head, pushing the thought aside. She has more important things to worry about, like getting ready for their night out, so she heads inside, already planning out her outfit and makeup in her head.

As she walks through the front door, she calls out to John. “Hey, do not forget to put the avocados in the fridge. I don’t want them to go bad.”

John’s voice drifts back from the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Sarah can’t help but smile to herself.

With that thought in mind, she heads upstairs to start getting ready. She’s already looking forward to their night out, and she knows that with this new version of John by her side, it’s going to be really funny.

After less than ten minutes, Sarah slowly descends the stairs, her bare feet padding softly on the plush carpet. She’s wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her hair still dry and loose around her shoulders. She can hear John moving around in the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing, and the rustle of plastic bags.

She enters the kitchen silently, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous smile on her lips. John is too busy putting away the groceries to notice her at first, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt as he lifts a heavy bag onto the counter.

When he finally turns around and sees her standing there, he does a double-take, his eyes widening in surprise. “What happened?” he asks, his voice laced with confusion.

Sarah plays coy, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side. “Don’t you like my new dress?” she asks, gesturing to the robe wrapped around her body.

John chuckles, shaking his head. “What? I mean ... You’re beautiful anyway, but...?”

Sarah’s laugh is light and musical, filling the room with its warmth. “I just decided to open a bottle of wine and have a glass in the tub. Do you want to join me after you’re done in here?”

The invitation is clear in her voice, and John’s eyes flicker down to the robe, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Is that an invitation?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

Sarah’s smile is sultry, her eyes shining with mischief. “Maybe it is,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

John’s eyes darken with desire, and for a moment, it seems like he might abandon the groceries and join her in the tub right then and there. But he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “Well, I’ll finish up in here as fast as I can,” he says, his voice still rough with want.

Sarah’s smile is triumphant, and she knows she has him exactly where she wanted. With a little wave, she turns and heads back upstairs with a red wine bottle in one hand and one glass in the other, her hips swaying seductively beneath the robe.

As John puts away the groceries, he can’t help but reflect on Sarah’s behavior. “What is she thinking after all? First, she spent the morning flirting with that guy right in front of me!” he thinks to himself. “But then she comes down here looking all sexy and inviting me to drink wine with her in the tub. Maybe Claire was right, maybe I just need to focus on making her happy and not worry too much about the whole thing. After all, she did come home with me.”

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “But still, it’s not like I can just ignore it. I mean, what if she takes it too far next time? What if she actually does something with one of these guys?”

John sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking it. She did say she was just joking around, right? Or she did not? Anyway, she does look really happy right now. I guess I’ll just have to trust her. And if something does happen, well, I’ll deal with it then.”

With a resigned sigh, John finishes putting away the groceries and goes upstairs to see what awaits him.

As John enters the bathroom, the warm and humid air envelops him, carrying with it the scent of lavender and rose from Sarah’s bubble bath. The room is dimly lit, with only a few candles placed strategically around the tub, creating a soft and romantic glow. He can hear the gentle sound of water sloshing around as Sarah shifts in the tub, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face.

Walking closer to the tub, John can see that Sarah is almost completely submerged in the water, with only her head and one arm resting on the edge of the tub. Her wet hair is slicked back, revealing her delicate neck and shoulders. Her free hand holds a glass of red wine, which she brings to her lips to take a slow sip, her eyes fluttering open to meet John’s gaze.

The sight of her like this, so relaxed and at ease, takes John’s breath away. He can feel his heart rate increasing as he takes in the curves of her body beneath the water, the way the bubbles cling to her skin, and the soft glow of the candlelight reflecting off her wet skin.

As John approaches, Sarah opens her eyes and takes another slow, deliberate sip of her wine. She looks up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, and in a calm and charming tone, as if she were asking him about the weather, she asks,” Hey John, listen, let me ask you something: how do men prefer their pussies: shaved or hairy?”

John’s face turns bright red as Sarah’s question lingers in the air. The once romantic vibe in the room is now replaced with an awkward tension. He feels a pang in his chest as he realizes that Sarah asked about men’s preferences and not his own. It’s like she grouped him with every other guy out there, making him feel like just another faceless male.

His heart races as he tries to come up with a response. He wants to dismiss it as a joke, but he can’t shake the feeling that Sarah is testing him, waiting to see how he’ll react. He looks into her eyes, trying to read her expression, but she’s giving nothing away.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to answer as calmly as possible. “I, um, I don’t know,” he stammers, feeling like an idiot. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve really thought about it much.”

Sarah raises an eyebrow at him, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Really, John!?” she says, her voice dripping with disbelief. “You’ve never thought about it? Not even once?”

John’s mind races as he tries to come up with an answer that will satisfy Sarah. He stammers a bit, trying to figure out if she wants him to say that he doesn’t care about it or if she’s trying to initiate some sort of dirty talk. Finally, he takes a deep breath and says, “I, uh, I guess I prefer shaved.”

Sarah laughs and shakes her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, I already know your specific taste, John,” she says, teasingly. “I’ve noticed that every time you go down on me and I’m not completely shaved, you get all fussy. What I really wanna know is what men in general prefer.”

John’s cheeks flush even more at the implication that he’s not a “real” man. “I-I guess it depends on the guy,” he stammers, “b-but probably most men prefer shaved.”

Sarah’s smile widens, and she takes another sip of her wine. “So shaved it is,” she says, her voice confident and decisive.

Sarah, still lounging in the tub, adds another question. “Um ... another question, do guys really expect to get in the back door when they’re dating a girl? Or is that just some porn bullshit?”

John, still standing in the bathroom, feels a little uncomfortable with the question but tries to answer as casually as possible. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just some propaganda. I mean, we’ve never done it, right?”

Sarah rolls her eyes and sits up a little in the tub, her voice getting a little louder. “C’mon John, don’t be a prude. Again, I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about guys in general. And you know damn well your dick ain’t big enough for my booty anyway.”

John blushes a little at the comment but tries to keep his cool. “Yeah, I guess some guys might be into that. But it’s not like, a requirement or anything.”

Sarah, with a mischievous grin on her face, speaks as if she’s thinking out loud, “I mean, if a guy doesn’t straight up demand it, but a girl offers to do it ... that’s like, insanely hot, right?” She looks up at John, who’s still standing in the bathroom, with a raised eyebrow.

John scratches his head, looking confused. “Uh, why are you suddenly asking me all this stuff about sex, babe?”

Sarah rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her wine. “Jeez, John, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m just curious, you know? Now that we’re taking our relationship to the next level, I feel like I can finally ask you these things without you freaking out.”

John still looks lost, so Sarah decides to spell it out for him. “Look, I’m not some innocent little girl anymore. I have needs and desires, and I want to make sure we’re both on the same page. So, if you can’t handle a little bit of dirty talk, then maybe you’re not the one for me.”

John’s eyes widen, and he quickly tries to backtrack. “No, no, babe, I can handle it! I’m just, uh, not used to it, that’s all.”

Sarah smirks, satisfied with his response. “Good. Now, let’s finish up our wine and get ready to go to the bar. I have a feeling tonight is going to be very interesting.”

As John frowns and asks Sarah if she’s already leaving the hot tub, he sounds a bit disappointed. “I thought we were gonna do something in here, you know since you told me to come up and join you once I was done with the groceries,” he says, trying to sound suave but coming off as a bit clueless.

Sarah, who had been toweling off her hair, smirks a little at his question. “Oh don’t worry about that, I have a better idea actually,” she says, her voice dripping with suggestion.

John’s eyes widen as Sarah slowly emerges from the hot tub, her wet and glistening body on full display. She walks towards him, the water dripping from her skin and leaving a trail on the floor. John’s mouth goes dry as she approaches, his heart pounding in his chest.

“What’s your better idea?” John manages to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah doesn’t respond right away, instead, she continues to walk towards him until she’s standing just inches away. She then leans her body against his, her wet and naked skin pressing against his clothes. John can feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves, and it’s all he can do to not lose control right then and there.

Sarah then tilts her head up and gives him a slow, sexy kiss, her tongue flicking against his. John’s hands instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer against him.

When they finally break apart, Sarah looks at him with a mischievous smile. “You’re going to dress me for the night,” she says, her voice sounding bitchy and seductive at the same time.