The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom as your wife called out for you. You stepped inside to find her standing in the shower, water cascading down her naked body, soap suds clinging to her skin. "Can you help me with my back?" she asked, holding out the bar of soap. "There's still some dirt I can't reach." You took the soap and stepped closer, lathering it between your palms. Your hands moved over her shoulders first, working the suds into her skin with firm strokes. She sighed and leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands against the tiled wall as you rubbed lower, fingers gliding over the curve of her spine. "Lower," she murmured, arching her back. Your hands slid down to the small of her back, thumbs pressing into the muscles there as you worked the soap across her skin. The water washed away the dirt and suds together, leaving her skin smooth and glistening. She glanced back at you over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her ...