Wet Dreams & Time Shares

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of our time-share suite, a relentless rhythm that only amplified the humid heat clinging to the air. We’d spent the morning luxuriating in the newly remodeled master bathroom, a space designed with an almost sadistic glee for sensual exploration. Multiple shower heads, strategically angled, pointed directly at Janet, a calculated assault on her most vulnerable spots. As I finished my morning coffee, the scent of citrus-infused body wash hung heavy in the air, a fragrant prelude to the delights ahead.

“You know, this is amazing,” I said, genuinely grateful for her willingness to indulge my fantasies. “You’re a true sensual playground.”

Janet trembled slightly, a reflexive reaction to the intensity of the situation, her hips subtly shifting against my pelvis, a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control. But her efforts were futile; the force of my erection, combined with the insistent spray of the water, held her captive, trapped between my body and the relentless deluge. Gently, I parted her labia just a fraction, allowing the water to cascade over her most sensitive areas, a tantalizing tease that only heightened her arousal.

“Ughh,” she groaned, a mixture of pleasure and panic in her voice, then cooed, “Oh, my god… ah, ooooo…”

Her inability to articulate her experience was a beautiful failure, a testament to the sheer intensity of the sensation. I dared not add any direct touch, fearing to overwhelm her, but the water alone was proving to be an exquisitely potent stimulant. The rhythmic pounding of the shower jets, the cool water against her skin, the feeling of being utterly helpless in my grasp – it was a symphony of sensation.

“Oh my…,” she stuttered, her breath coming in ragged gasps, “I’m getting close!”

Clearly, she needed relief, a momentary respite from the relentless stimulation. In a moment of shared understanding, we both reacted simultaneously. With a swift movement, Janet turned sideways, pulling her vulva out of the direct path of the water, a strategic retreat designed to lessen the intensity. I stood, blocking the spray, creating a pocket of relative calm, while she bent over, placing her hands on the tiled seating area. My mind raced, formulating another idea, something more intimate, more demanding of her complete surrender.

Her compliance was immediate, her willingness to bend over and embrace my twisted desires a powerful affirmation of our connection. The positioning was perfect; she was now arched back, arms extended, hands resting on the cool tile, and her legs spread in a medium-wide inverted V. The shower spray, now carefully directed, created a dazzling display of light and water, illuminating her body as it cascaded down her back and onto her rear, a tantalizing tease that sent shivers down my spine.

“I love playing with your sexy ass,” I growled, my voice low and possessive, my hands clutching her thighs, kneading her buttocks with deliberate precision. I nudged her legs further apart, widening the angle, and stepped aside, allowing the water to strike her backside, hitting her labia from behind, a direct challenge to her control. Janet let out a small twitch, a reflexive reaction to the sensation, her breathing quickening, her body tensing with anticipation. As she leaned back further, her legs opening wider, the spray intensified, striking her labia from behind with a renewed vigor, eliciting another gasp of pleasure. She quickly adjusted her posture, placing her elbows on the tile block, pointing her backside more directly into the stream of water. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and vulnerability.

“Is my girl liking this?” I teased, savoring her reaction. Her answer was unmistakable, a torrent of moans and sighs, a desperate plea for more. “Ooooooh, yes sir!” she gurgled, her voice thick with arousal. “Please! Please don’t stop!”

Her added “sir” sent a jolt of electricity through my system, a primal response to her submission. Janet was a truly erotic sight, lost in a world of sensual bliss, her body writhing in anticipation, her head bobbing rhythmically as she fought against her impending orgasm. I stood beside her, caressing the backs of her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her skin, while my hands explored the sensitive square inch of her perineum, teasing her with gentle, precise movements. Her toes curled involuntarily, and she let out a small, choked moan as I continued my assault, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

“Oooo,” I murmured softly, observing her reaction. “Do you like it there?” The answer was written all over her face, a desperate plea for more stimulation. My fingers traced the full round curves of her butt cheeks, adding more as I played, feeding her hunger for pleasure. Then, I returned to a single fingertip, teasing lightly on the sensitive area, intensifying her excitement. Her reaction was immediate; she slapped the tile with her hands, groaning in delight, her head bobbing wildly as she surrendered to the sensation. “Oh,” I smiled, relishing her response. “You DO like it here, my naughty little wife?”

At that moment, she was completely lost in her own world of pleasure, her body responding instinctively to my touch. Her breathing became shallower, her muscles tense, as she struggled to contain her arousal. I pressed on, determined to push her to the edge of ecstasy. As she continued to moan, shifting her weight and arching her back, she craved the next level of sensation.

“I’m gonna play a while,” I stated, my voice filled with confidence. “When you get close, we’ll move to the bed and I’ll finish you off with a good pounding!” “GOD… Yes please…” Janet agreed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

My answer came quickly, as my wife complied by leaning over the seating area and planting her hands on the tile block. Her immediate cooperation allowed me to position her exactly as I desired, creating a perfect scenario for a more intimate encounter. Her arousal level was off the charts, and she was clearly eager to continue our exploration. The position was ideal: bent over, arms extended, hands on the seating area, and legs spread in a medium-wide inverted V. I could direct the shower spray to maximize her pleasure, focusing on the areas that most aroused her.

Now my beautiful spouse was in a vulnerable yet exciting position, and I knew exactly what to do next. As the shower continued to pour over her body, I took a deep breath and prepared to unleash my own desires. With one hand I held her legs open, creating a wider angle for the shower jets to hit her back end. The lower shower heads would now strike her rump and other sensitive areas, while the upper stream would continue to tease her labia.

“Comfortable?” I asked, my voice dripping with anticipation. Janet’s response was immediate, a desperate plea for more stimulation. “Uh, huh. Now get IN me!”

I moved swiftly, taking advantage of the moment, and entered her body with a forceful thrust, pushing her towards the edge of orgasm. The water continued to cascade over her body, enhancing the sensation and intensifying her pleasure. The rhythmic pounding of my erection against her sensitive flesh was both exhilarating and intense, a testament to the raw power of our shared desire.

As I continued my assault, Janet screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure. She clung to my hips, pulling me closer, desperate to prolong the experience. The shower jets swirled around us, creating a vortex of sensation, a chaotic dance of water and flesh. With each thrust, I could feel her body reaching its peak, her muscles tensing, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic. The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, a symphony of moans, groans, and gasps of delight.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Janet let out a final, earth-shattering scream, her body collapsing into my arms in a state of utter exhaustion. The shower continued to pour over her, washing away the remnants of her ecstasy and replacing them with a cool, refreshing wave. As she lay there, panting and breathless, I knew that we had just shared an experience that would forever bind us together. The scent of citrus and damp skin filled the air, a fragrant reminder of our shared pleasure. I held her close, savoring the moment, knowing that this was just the beginning of our exploration.

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