Morning Shower Rendezvous

The insistent thump of my pulse in my ears was the first thing I registered as consciousness slowly seeped back into my awareness. A full, hard erection throbbed against my sheets, a primal response to the heat radiating from my wife, Sarah, already awake and moving around the bedroom. She was a creature of habit, a morning ritual that always involved a quick shower before tackling the day. Knowing we didn't have any pressing commitments this morning, a mischievous thought sparked in my mind. Perhaps a little assistance in her ablutions wouldn't go amiss.

I pulled myself out of bed, my movements deliberate, savoring the anticipation of the day ahead. The bathroom door swung open, revealing Sarah already in the shower, the steam clinging to the mirror, distorting her image. The scent of lavender and citrus filled the air, a familiar comfort that always soothed my senses. As I stepped into the small space, the cold air hit me, a welcome contrast to the warmth of my body.

“Morning, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping my pajama bottoms to the floor as I brushed my teeth, letting my gaze linger on her form. The sight of her in the shower, partially obscured by the swirling water, was undeniably a turn-on. The dual showerheads, a luxury we’d splurged on a few years back, added another layer of excitement. One was a solid, heavy-duty rainfall head, while the other was a sleek, adjustable handheld nozzle.

A knock on the shower door, followed by a blast of icy water aimed directly at my face, jolted me back to reality. Sarah’s laughter filled the room as I retaliated with a playful threat to soak her again. "You think you can handle that?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let's see how you feel about a little shower assistance."

Her words ignited a fresh wave of desire within me. The thought of her hands exploring every inch of my body, while she was vulnerable and exposed, was intoxicating. As she turned on the rainfall showerhead, the force of the water buffeted me, a pleasant sensation that heightened my arousal. She positioned herself beneath the cascading water, her body glistening with moisture.

I watched, mesmerized, as she began to explore herself, her movements fluid and confident. Reaching for the handheld nozzle, she adjusted the stream to a pulsating rhythm, directing it towards her lower body. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and vulnerability. Her body arched, responding to the stimulation, her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow.

As she worked, I leaned against the wall, my eyes never leaving her. The way her muscles flexed, the subtle shifts in her expression – it was all a symphony of sensuality. Suddenly, she turned her attention to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "My oh my," she whispered, noticing my hard-on. "You want some help with that?"

Before I could respond, she reached out and began to stroke my shaft with her fingertips, her touch sending shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just the physical sensation, but the sheer intimacy of the moment that overwhelmed me. Turning me around, she pressed her ample melons against my back, her hands moving rhythmically across my skin. The heat radiating from her body intensified my arousal, my breathing becoming labored.

As she cupped my balls with one hand, she dispensed a generous amount of conditioner onto my cock and testicles, coating them in a slippery, fragrant layer. The scent alone was enough to send me into a frenzy. She then proceeded to pump my shaft with her thumbs, increasing the intensity of the stimulation. Each squeeze brought a fresh wave of pleasure, a deep, primal urge that threatened to consume me.

With a groan of pure release, I shot my load against the shower wall, the force of the expulsion sending droplets of water flying. Turning around, we embraced, our bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and desire. Her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, a desperate attempt to regain control. Slowly, I began to work my way down her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her jawline, before moving over her chest, lingering just below her breasts. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

She grabbed the adjustable showerhead and sat back on the small ledge in the corner of the shower, her legs slightly apart, offering me a tantalizing view. The site of her self-pleasure always had an effect on me, and this time was no exception. Watching her adjust the showerhead to the perfect setting, the water streaming down her body, was an act of pure ecstasy. The sounds she made, a mix of sighs, moans, and gasps, were an invitation to deeper pleasure.

Leaning my way, she pulled me closer, her arms wrapping around my waist as she continued to explore herself with the handheld nozzle. The water cascaded over her skin, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of movement and sensation. I went to work licking and sucking her, paying equal attention to each breast, savoring every inch of her body.

As she grinded against the showerhead, her legs increasingly apart, giving me an even more impressive view, my cock sprang back to life. The sheer intensity of her movements had an undeniable effect on me. She leaned in closer, pulling my head down to her breasts as she continued to pleasure herself with the showerhead. I went to work, my mouth exploring every curve and crevice, delivering a powerful wave of arousal.

While my mouth focused on one breast, my hand was busy working on the other. She continued to grind against the showerhead, her body writhing with pleasure. My cock was once again fully engaged, but my focus remained on bringing her to climax. And it wasn't long before it happened. The sounds she made, a crescendo of moans and gasps, echoed through the shower, signaling her imminent release. Her body arched in agony, her breathing ragged and shallow, as she reached the peak of her arousal.

The release was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that washed over us both. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. The water around her swirled and churned, reflecting the intensity of her pleasure.

Turning around, we embraced, clinging to each other for support. Her lips parted, releasing a final, desperate moan before she collapsed against the shower wall, exhausted but satisfied. My cock slowly slid out of her, and after a moment of awkward silence, we cleaned up the mess, our bodies still buzzing with the afterglow of pleasure.

Returning to bed, we fell back into each other’s arms, our bodies intertwined in a tangled embrace. Within minutes, we were both asleep, lost in a world of dreams and desire. The lingering scent of lavender and citrus filled the air, a reminder of the sensual adventure we had just shared. It was a morning filled with lust, desire, and explicit pleasure, a perfect start to the day.

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