Blue Eyes, Shower Secrets

The insistent buzz of my phone shattered the afternoon quiet, pulling me from the spreadsheet I was wrestling with. A text from my wife, Sally, flashed across the screen: “I ordered you a new toy baby.” My pulse quickened, a familiar heat rising in my chest. I knew what she was referring to. We'd been talking about spicing things up, injecting a little playful domination into our otherwise comfortable routine. I quickly clicked on the link she’d sent from Amazon – a sleek, realistic-looking, ten-inch vibrating dildo with a prominent suction cup on the end. “Mmmm…” her reply followed instantly. “I like the suction part. Shower time later?”

“It’s a date,” I responded, already anticipating the pleasure to come. Same-day delivery was a godsend, and the thought of this afternoon’s rendezvous had been consuming me all day. As I finished up at work, the image of Sally's beautiful blue eyes, illuminated by the glow of her phone screen as she’d received the package, replayed in my mind. Just before I left the office, another text arrived: a picture attached. My breath caught in my throat. There she was, our petite, captivating Sally, cradling the vibrator, its smooth, glossy surface reflecting the bathroom light. The suction cup, now firmly attached to the shower wall, was a stark, undeniable focal point. The angle captured her playfully winking at me, an invitation to the explicit pleasure that awaited. Another message followed, cold and direct: “This is going to be your cock in about 4 hours.”

The drive home felt agonizingly slow. I replayed the image countless times, each viewing intensifying the anticipation building within me. I arrived at our house to find her already dressed, lounging on the sofa with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Let’s get the kids to bed early tonight. Like super early,” she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge. The idea of an extended, uninterrupted session with her sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. We both knew what was on the agenda, and the thought of indulging in this shared fantasy was utterly intoxicating.

Once the children were tucked away in their beds, we moved to the master bathroom. The hot water gurgled from the showerhead, creating a humid, steamy atmosphere that only amplified the sense of anticipation. I retrieved the new toy from its packaging, feeling the smooth, cool plastic against my fingertips. “I see you’ve already some fun with it today,” I teased, a knowing smile playing on my lips. “I’m a little intimidated by it,” she confessed, her voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “It’s so big. Do you think it’ll fit?”

“Only one way to find out,” I assured her, pulling a generous bottle of high-quality lubricant from the cabinet. We locked the door, solidifying our private world, and positioned the vibrator against the shower wall. The suction cup clung firmly, a silent promise of the sensations to come. We leaned in, sharing a passionate kiss that quickly escalated into a more intimate exploration. I massaged her neck, drawing her closer, while she responded by rubbing her clit against my chest. A slow, deliberate rhythm built between us, a prelude to the explosion of pleasure that was imminent.

As the water cascaded down, I took the opportunity to gently wash her body, teasing her skin with my fingertips. She mirrored my actions, her touch both playful and sensual. With a shared look of anticipation, we removed our clothes, leaving us exposed and vulnerable in the warm embrace of the shower. The toy, now glistening with lubricant, sat patiently against the wall, awaiting its purpose.

“Let’s get started,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. I positioned myself beneath the shower head, allowing the warm water to cascade over my body as I retrieved the vibrating dildo. “I see you’ve already some fun with it today,” I said, my eyes locked on her. She giggled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s a date,” I replied, my hand firmly grasping the base of the vibrator. As I began to stroke it rhythmically, a low hum filled the air, intensifying the heat between us.

Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, bringing myself closer to the shower wall. From this vantage point, I could observe every movement, every ripple of her skin as she pressed her clit against the toy. She arched her back, her body tensing with anticipation, as I continued to stroke the vibrator, building the pressure with each movement. "It's so big," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water. "My pussy feels full but soooo good..." Her breathing grew heavier, her moans intensifying as she succumbed to the escalating pleasure. The suction cup held fast, anchoring the toy firmly against the wall, ensuring a constant stream of vibrations against her sensitive flesh.

As the vibrations increased in intensity, she began to pick up the pace, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate. “Fuck this feels amazing,” she gasped, her body convulsing with each thrust. I watched, mesmerized, as she fully immersed herself in the experience, her senses heightened, her inhibitions shed. Her sweat glistened on her skin, reflecting the light from the showerhead, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of raw, unadulterated desire.

Standing up, I moved in front of her, taking control of the situation. She grabbed my cock, her fingers tightening their grip, pulling it taut against her crack. Simultaneously, she began sucking on it, her lips drawing moisture from my flesh. A wave of heat surged through my body, responding to her touch. I rubbed her shoulders, building the tension, while kissing her ear and sucking on her earlobe, further escalating the pleasure. Finally, I leaned down and kissed her neck, drawing her closer, before gently washing her body with the warm water, teasing her skin with my fingertips.

"You like having that cock in your pussy?" I asked, my voice low and suggestive. Her answer came in the form of a desperate moan, her body arching in anticipation. "Come all over my face. Pull out your cock and come all over me," she screamed, her voice filled with raw need. Her body quivered as her first wave of orgasm hit her, a powerful surge of pleasure that resonated through every fiber of her being.

Just then, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, extending it towards her outstretched tongue. As she licked it with fervor, I stroked it hard, unleashing a torrent of cum that showered her face and spilled across her outstretched tongue. She stood up, her body trembling with pleasure, and rushed to embrace me, her fingers digging into my flesh. "Suck my cock like I saw you doing in that picture today," I commanded, a smirk playing on my lips. She complied instantly, her jaws working furiously as she devoured my cock with unbridled passion.

As she continued to suck, she began to slam her butt into the toy, creating a rhythmic, pulsating sensation that was both intense and exhilarating. The suction cup held firm, anchoring the toy against the wall, ensuring a constant barrage of vibrations against her sensitive flesh. Her legs began to thrash, her body arching and twisting as she lost herself in the moment. "You like having that cock in your pussy?" I asked again, my voice barely a whisper. Her response was a choked gasp, her body convulsing with pleasure as she pushed her limits. “Come all over my face. Pull out your cock and come all over me,” she screamed, her voice filled with desperate need.

Her body shivered as her first wave of orgasm washed over her, followed by another, and another, each one more intense than the last. As the waves of pleasure continued to crash over her, she stood up and kissed me passionately, passing the cum into my mouth. I licked her cheek and kissed her again, spitting more come back into her mouth. We continued kissing and swallowing my seed, lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The shower, once a place of cleansing, had transformed into a sanctuary of erotic indulgence, a testament to the boundless depths of our shared desires.

Finally, as the water began to cool and the heat subsided, we drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, our bodies intertwined, our spirits intertwined, satisfied with another incredible night. The lingering scent of lubricant and the memory of our shared pleasure hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the potent connection that bound us together.

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