Friday's Wet Revelation

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic pulse in my veins. It was Friday morning, and the scent of pine cleaner hung in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the day’s events. My husband, Mark, was off work, and the thought of him, coupled with the lingering heat of the shower, had fueled a simmering desire all morning. We’d decided on separate gym trips, a calculated effort to maximize the anticipation before he returned, a deliberate pacing of pleasure. As I stepped out of the shower, the water still clinging to my skin, I leaned against the cool tile wall, eyes closed, lost in a daydream. I imagined him behind me, his muscular frame pressed against mine, the familiar weight of his hand resting on my lower back. The warm water cascaded down my spine, each drop a tiny invitation, each ripple a promise. I shifted, angling my body slightly, seeking a more intimate connection with the imagined sensation. Then, I reached for the handheld shower head, the plastic cold against my damp skin. With a mischievous grin, I began to spray the water directly onto my nipples, letting the coolness tease and awaken the sensitive flesh. The rhythmic spray intensified my arousal, a primal urge building within me. I stood there, lost in the moment, my muscles tensing, my breath quickening, my mind consumed by the anticipation of his touch. I moved the handheld down my abdomen, directing the stream towards my labia, the cool water a delicious torment. Positioning my foot on the corner of the seat, I used one hand to gently pull back my labia, allowing the water to hit my clitoris with pinpoint accuracy. The sensation was exquisite, electrifying, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I began to rock back and forth, my hips swaying, my body arching in response to the escalating pleasure. A low moan escaped my lips, a primal sound of pure enjoyment. "Ooooommmmmm," I whispered, the sound vibrating through my body, confirming the potency of the sensation. As I thought of Mark teasing me, a wave of heat surged through me, intensifying my arousal. I continued rocking, moaning, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of the moment, until finally, I exploded in a full-blown orgasm, a release so intense it left me breathless. The feeling lingered, a warm, pulsing pleasure that made me weak at the knees. I washed my hair, lathering soap onto my body, savoring the feeling of the suds clinging to my skin. I finished my shower, feeling completely renewed, completely satisfied, and utterly ready for him.

I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel, and dried my hair, meticulously styling it before applying a touch of shimmering pink eyeshadow and a swipe of crimson lipstick. As I surveyed myself in the mirror, I noticed our little dog, Daisy, curled up on the rug in my bedroom, her toy squeaky pig clutched tightly in her paws. Feeling a surge of affection, I lay down on the floor beside her, letting her rest her head on my lap. We played tug-of-war with her toy, the gentle pull and release a playful distraction from the building heat. I was still naked, my body exposed to the air, and the sensation only amplified my arousal. I didn't hear Mark's car pull into the driveway; Daisy’s growls and barks served as my alert. Startled, but pleased, I felt his hand stroke my pussy, the touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I didn’t hear you,” I said, my voice a breathless whisper.

Mark had just finished his workout, his body glistening with sweat. He looked incredibly attractive, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing as he moved. It had been ten days since our last intimate encounter, and the hunger for his touch was palpable, a burning need that had been simmering beneath the surface. He continued to lick and please me, his touch both gentle and insistent, expertly igniting my senses.

“Oh, myyyyy. Oooooohhhhh. Baby, you are so good. Oh yeah. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I shrieked, lost in the throes of desire, my body responding instinctively to his touch. Tears welled up in my eyes as I orgasmed again, a torrent of pleasure that left me weak and spent. Then, I washed my face with the cool water from the shower, feeling cleansed and invigorated, ready to face the world.

He sat up, wiping his face with his shirt, a satisfied grin on his lips. “I love the way you taste; I’ve missed it,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Let me shower, and we will continue.”

I directed him towards the bathroom, watching him with a mixture of anticipation and excitement as he washed away the sweat and grime of his workout. After he emerged, clean and refreshed, we made lunch together, the simple act of sharing a meal adding another layer of intimacy to our connection. Then, we retreated to our bedroom, the air thick with unspoken desires. As he approached me, his hand gently tracing the curve of my hip, I leaned into his touch, craving his warmth, his strength, his love. He began licking me some more, his tongue exploring every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, God, I love it!” I moaned, succumbing to the escalating pleasure. I came quickly, then begged for his cock, sucking and licking him with desperate abandon, pulling on his balls, demanding more.

He stood beside the bed, stroking his cock and watching me finger my swollen pussy as I talked dirty to him, our eyes locked in a silent conversation of lust and desire. We were both lost in the moment, feeding off each other's arousal, pushing the boundaries of pleasure. Just before he was about to cum, he climbed onto the bed and began to pound me hard, grunting and groaning with each thrust, while I screamed in simultaneous orgasm. The force of his blows resonated through my body, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left me breathless. He filled my pussy with his oversized load, a testament to the time we'd spent apart, finally delivering the satisfaction we'd both craved. Then, he rolled off me and laid his head on my chest, a comfortable silence settling between us as we rested, savoring the moment, basking in the aftermath of our passion.

I wore a simple tank top and panties, feeling vulnerable and exposed, yet strangely empowered by my own body. My husband had on his shorts, going commando, and a T-shirt, his relaxed demeanor adding to the sensual atmosphere. We started a fire in the fireplace, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, creating an intimate ambiance. We settled into the plush cushions of the sofa, lost in the warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other’s presence. A few minutes passed before he said with a grin, “Would you let me lick you again?”

“Heck yeah, babe!” I exclaimed, shedding my clothes with a playful abandon, laying down on the ottoman, my legs crossed, a pillow supporting my head. He sat on the floor between my legs, his weight pressing into me, a delicious anticipation building within me. "Mmmmm. I just can’t get enough of this!" I told him, my voice a breathless whisper. I grabbed a pillow, pulling it close, and snuggled into the plush fabric, savoring the feeling of his body against mine.

My husband continued to play with me, teasing and tantalizing, bringing me to several orgasms before finally fulfilling my deepest desires. But I needed him in my mouth! So he stood and walked over to me, and I began to devour him, every lick, every suck, every pull sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, God, I love it!" I moaned, lost in the intoxicating pleasure.

He moaned, “I’m cumming,” and shot his cream in my mouth, a warm, viscous delight. I swallowed and licked him clean, savoring every drop, every sensation. After we caught our breath, we wrapped ourselves in a towel and went outside to get in the hot tub, the warm water enveloping us in a cocoon of pleasure. We held each other close, kissing and making out, lost in the heat of the moment. The brisk night air did little to dampen our passion, the cool temperature only intensifying the sensation of our bodies intertwined. We bundled in blankets and sat by the fire, listening to music, lost in the bliss of our shared intimacy. It had been a truly wonderful day, a perfect embodiment of love, lust, and pleasure.

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