Dirty Secrets & Shower Steam

Babe, I’m gonna go for a shower, then head off to see the boys.

I stared at him blankly. “Ummm… what do you mean?”

I had just gotten out of the shower myself and was wrapped up in one of our big bath towels. The hot water had done wonders for my tense muscles, and the scent of lavender clung to the fluffy fabric. I felt relaxed, anticipating the evening ahead, a quiet night in with my adoring husband. We’d order takeout, watch some mindless television, and just enjoy each other’s company. It was exactly what I needed after a particularly grueling day at the office.

My husband lifted his white shirt over his head, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. A slow smile spread across his face, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He always knew how to make me feel desired, even when he wasn’t being overtly suggestive. It was a subtle art, a carefully crafted blend of confidence and charm.

“Yeah, the boys rang while you were showering and said for me to come round,” he said, his voice low and husky. “They’re all meeting up at Jake’s place, and they wanted to know if you were free to join us.”

“I thought we were gonna chill out tonight? Order in take-away and laugh at the idiots on ‘Highway Patrol’…” I frowned a little and turned to him. “You remember that conversation, right?”

He smirked, “I know, but the guys aren’t free for the rest of the week, and I thought you wouldn’t mind, so I said yes.”

“But weren’t you there yesterday?”

“Uh… yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“And a couple of days before that?”

I could feel myself going red in the face, and my sudden frustration was coming out in my voice. I’d had a rough and stressful day at work. All day, I couldn’t wait to just come home to my adoring husband and chill out with him. And now this… this blatant disregard for our plans, this disregard for *me*. It felt like a slap in the face.

He sighed and turned to me as he took his pants off and kicked them out of the way. The way he moved, so casual and unconcerned, only fueled my anger. “Babe. It’s no big deal, we can do that any other night.”

“Seriously?”

Whilst I felt my body about to erupt, he remained pretty calm. He was always the calm one out of us both, but he was a little too relaxed about this. It wasn't the first time he’d pulled this stunt, but it never got easier.

I didn’t understand. We agreed, both before and after we had gotten married, that neither of us would stop the other from seeing their friends, unless prior plans or commitments were in place. It was a cornerstone of our relationship, a mutual respect for each other’s boundaries. This felt like a blatant violation of that agreement.

“I won’t be gone too long,” he said, casually slipping his briefs down to the floor. I couldn’t help but take a quick glance at one of the many great parts of my husband’s body, namely the one I’d be missing out on tonight, which would have definitely helped me relax.

He must’ve noticed my eyes going down there. A slow, knowing smile played on his lips. “Baby, you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“And you know what? You're right. You should be thinking about it.” He chuckled.

I didn’t respond, just stared at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. He was testing me, pushing my buttons, seeing how far he could push before I lost my composure. And I wasn’t going to let him win.

I walked towards my dresser to look for some underwear. As I rummaged through the drawer, I caught his eye again. He raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation to join him. I resisted, pulling out a lace-trimmed number instead.

“Well it doesn’t matter,” I continued, my voice laced with sarcasm, “because I’ll be watching TV on my own, eating take-out on my own—”

“Babe calm down, I’m—”

“—going to bed on my own, and sheesh! I guess I’ll just fuck mysel—”

My rant was cut off as I felt my hair being yanked back. That made me drop my towel, which fell down to my waist. The sudden exposure ignited a primal heat within me, a wave of longing and frustration washing over me.

In an instant, my back was pressed up against my husband’s body. He pulled the towel the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. The cool air against my skin sent shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, a potent mix of sandalwood and musk.

“What was that?” his husky voice snarled in my ear. “What’d you say?” He pressed his face into the crevice of my neck, breathing down it. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but that stern, husky voice he uses on me always turns me on.

Now his hand had made its way to one of my breasts, and the other slid down to my pussy. The touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

“Babe. I’m going to show you what happens when you give me attitude.” He smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Let’s see if you still want that quiet night in.”

I could feel his member rubbing against my ass as he leaned more into my back. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I knew what he was planning, and a part of me, a shameful part, craved it.

“I—I said… I’ll… fuck m-mysel—”

“Oh.” A small sinister laugh left his lips, as he uttered, “Not tonight you won’t…”

Before I could even answer back, his finger started circling my clit, forcing me to let out a little moan. He lifted his fingers to my mouth.

“Suck them,” he hissed.

I took them in my mouth whole, sucking on them like they were his own dick. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and torment. It was a blatant invitation, a challenge, and I couldn't resist.

He removed them and pushed my thigh to one side, opening the entrance to my pussy. I inhaled quite sharply, which was met with a tighter grip on my breast. He wasn’t delicate or sensual. He was determined and rough.

He pounded me. Hard. The force of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure and pain through me. I gripped his shoulders with one hand, trying to maintain my balance as my legs spasm a bit. I needed to stay upright.

It didn’t last long before he let my breast go and grabbed my waist. He picked me up and nearly threw me face first onto our bed, my cheek pressing into the towel that had been wrapped around me moments before. He forcibly repositioned me, and managed to prop me up onto my knees whilst keeping my head down. ‘Downward dog’ was the position, as I think the yoga hipsters call it.

His hands latched back onto my waist, and he swiftly inserted himself with quite some force. I heard a deep grunt, then another as he thrust slowly. I was already wet after he fingered me, and now I could feel I was absolutely drenched as he entered in and out.

In and out.

I moaned—both with pleasure and with some kind of agony. My body was trying to fight against it, like being on a rollercoaster and resisting the feeling of falling. But I wanted to give in and let go. We’ve had some rough sex before, but this—this was intense.

What had gotten into him? What did I do to get this version of the man who, only 30 minutes prior, was trying to convince me that chocolate milk is and will always be better than strawberry? Whatever it was, I was equally confused and excited by it.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to caress my chest with his smooth lips. He pulled back and looked down at my body, which was still wet and sticky with his cum.

“FUCK!” I cried.

That hit my spot so good, and my pleasure increased further. My hands were situated beside me on the bed, but he grabbed both of them and pulled them behind my back. He pulled me firmly as he pounded me harder.

“Yesss, baby…” I hissed out as more moans escaped me.

I held onto the quilt cover with the one hand that was free, and the other held on to his hand for dear life as my climax surged through me. My legs went shaky.

I felt him let go of one of my hands, and then a stinging slap came down on my left ass cheek. I gasped in surprise.

Then another. And another. The sounds of ass being clapped echoed in our master bedroom.

“Ahh—ah—ahhhhh!” I whimpered.

His grunts were short and stern. I was starting to feel my orgasm slowly building, and the thought of it just got me more excited. He went faster now.

My moans got loud and intense. “BABY YESS, UHHHHH FFFUCKKK!” I exclaimed.

I held onto his hand tightly, desperate for the release that was so close. The heat in my body intensified, and my breath came in ragged gasps.

My toes began to curl and my face scrunched up. I squirted once again before—

“I’m cumming!” I announced as my body seized.

I lost my breath, and my eyes rolled back. My pussy went tight again, encapsulating his dick which was still tapping my spot…

I couldn't think.

I couldn't talk.

I couldn't breathe.

I felt everything stop for a short moment.

My body went tense… and then as quick as it came, it went.

I finally took a deep breath in… and a big breath out. Every inch of my body was tingling, and my pussy was still twitching. My heart was still racing, yet I was spent.

I opened my eyes and found my man had pulled out and finished all over my stomach and my breasts.

For a few moments he stood over me, smirking. He pushed his hair back from his face, which was now covered in sweat, along with his torso.

I closed my eyes.

I was beyond satisfied. I wanted to soak it all up before I regathered myself. I felt so lethargic. I felt the stress just melt away. I was content laying there, until…

“Babe?” I felt a slight brush on my cheek, followed by a peck.

I inhaled and opened my eyes, which suddenly felt heavy, “Yeah?”

“Man! I must’ve fucked you real good!”

“Hmm?”

“Baby, you’ve been out for like 20 minutes.”

I gave him a confused look. “What? No I haven’t…”

“Uhh, yes you have. I ordered dinner and showered already. Got Chinese. Ordered your favourite.”

I still stared at him blankly, blinking a few times more. “But…”

“But what are you still doing here? What time do you have to meet the boys?”

He laughed, his big brown eyes meeting mine. “Babe. I was joking,” he chuckled.

“I don’t understand.”

“I wanted to see how you’d react. At first I thought it was funny and was about to tell you… but then you got really mad. And you know I think you’re cute when you’re mad. Then when you gave me that attitude…” He kissed my collarbone. “I just wanted to make you eat those words.”

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