Lake House Secrets: Wet & Wild

13 hours ago

The scent of pine and fresh rain hung heavy in the air as I stepped into the newly renovated shower stall, a smug satisfaction spreading through me. Janet had insisted on this upgrade, claiming the original shower was “too cold and impersonal,” and I, ever the accommodating husband, readily agreed. Now, standing here, the sleek, modern design, the built-in seat, and the trio of shower heads – a central rainforest head and four smaller ones flanking it – felt like a declaration of our shared desires. The vertical safety bar, a seemingly unnecessary addition, seemed to mock my intentions, a silent challenge to our playful domination. But I welcomed the provocation.

We’d arrived at our time-share complex a couple of days before John and Jill, a customary arrangement designed to give us some much-needed privacy. The larger master suite, with its opulent tub and shower combo, was reserved for them, while we’d settled into the smaller, more intimate cabin. The smaller bedroom suite featured a standard shower curtain, but the real draw was the newly installed shower in the adjacent bathroom, a space we now considered our own personal playground.

As Janet began her morning routine, meticulously applying lotion and brushing her blonde hair, I watched with a growing sense of anticipation. The smaller shower stall, with its warm water and strategically placed jets, felt like a perfect vessel for our desires. The rainforest head, casting a wide, circular pattern downwards, was positioned to cover a significant portion of my body, while the smaller jets on the wall offered more targeted stimulation. It was a setup designed for both foreplay and, well, everything else.

“How do you like the new shower?” Janet asked, turning to face me, a playful glint in her eyes. Her words hung in the air, laced with an unspoken invitation.

“Way better than the older master bath shower and tub combo,” I replied, letting my gaze linger on her form as she adjusted the water temperature. “I can’t imagine why.” A knowing smirk played on my lips. The truth was, I could. The enclosed space, the focused spray, the built-in seat – it all contributed to an atmosphere of intense intimacy.

As I towel off, my body already responding to the warmth and the anticipation, my hand instinctively reached for the vertical safety bar. It felt solid, reassuring, a tangible reminder of our shared dominance. The thought of sharing this space with our friends, who typically stuck to the larger suite, filled me with a perverse delight. They were so predictable, so utterly lacking in adventurous spirit. They wouldn’t even know what to do with this shower, this sanctuary of pleasure.

The thought of them using the master suite, with its cramped confines and outdated amenities, was almost unbearable. It felt like an insult to our shared desires, a denial of our mutual needs. I needed to get this shower into our hands, and soon.

Just then, Janet entered the shower, shaking her head and laughing. “You’re already so excited – you act like it’s our first time!” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You know every time is just as exciting as the first!” I replied, my voice low and suggestive. “And this shower – it’s like a new toy to use for our… enjoyment! So, yes – I’m VERY excited!” I confessed, letting my gaze linger on her body as she stepped under the water.

Her agreeing to switch rooms, and all her comments letting me know she was just as excited as I was about using the nicer shower for ourselves – it all had me feeling the heat. Then she REALLY turned up the heat while primping her hair in the mirror.

“So, tomorrow we shower together… There’s so much to think about… What’s a poor, innocent girl to do?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I guess,” I murmured, “she should just do whatever the suite owner wants…”

As I towel off, my hand instinctively reaching for the vertical safety bar, my body already responding to the warmth and the anticipation, my gaze lingered on her form as she adjusted the water temperature. The thought of sharing this space with our friends, who typically stuck to the larger suite, filled me with a perverse delight. They were so predictable, so utterly lacking in adventurous spirit. They wouldn’t even know what to do with this shower, this sanctuary of pleasure.

The next morning, I decided to try the newer shower myself, and Janet took the older one. Intrigued by the two wall shower heads, I fiddled with their positions and type of spray. The streams of water went from normal diameter to tinier streams that made more of a tingling sensation on my skin. That felt good, and each head could be angled to hit just the ‘right places’. My mind was reeling with the possibilities of how to use those jets to enhance our always-exciting time when we shower together! Janet came in as I finished up – probably to catch her own glimpse of her naked man!

My experienced lover smiled and asked, “How do you like the new shower?”

“Way better than the older master bath shower and tub combo,” I replied.

“I can’t imagine why.” She smirked, her eyes traveling down below my waist.

As I toweled off, my male organ bobbed upward, partially erect just from our conversation and me envisioning us wet and naked, together in the nicely revamped shower stall.

“Yeah,” I continued. “I think we should switch over to THIS bedroom—and then WE get to use this shower! It has a lot more… possibilities!”

Janet smiled. “So you want to have our friends take the master suite with the older tub and shower?”

“Yes!” I stated. “This new one is perfect for us. Our friends are so plain and straitlaced, they probably NEVER take a shower together! This renovated one would be totally wasted on them!”

“You’re so bad.” Janet smirked. “They’re our friends, you know!”

“Yes,” I said. “And our friends will get the bigger suite, and think it’s a real treat! And you KNOW I’m right about who will get the most benefit from this newer shower!”

“Yes, you probably are.” My wife grinned. “I can’t imagine any other 65-year-old guy being as horny as you!”

“I hope not!” I smiled. “Let’s move our stuff over now, since they’ll be arriving tomorrow! If we’re already set up in here, then there won’t be any argument about who gets which room!”

“Good idea,” Janet admitted. “That will prevent any discussion about why we wanted this smaller suite!”

“Yep!” I grinned. “I’ll tell them we just felt like being nice and giving them the bigger bathroom! They’ll enjoy it as a gift!”

“You’re so devious!” Janet smiled.

“I am!” I added. “And since they never arrive until noon, we’ll have plenty of time to check out the shower tomorrow morning—together!”

My wife smiled. “Of course!”

She knew exactly what I meant by “checking out the shower together”! We began transferring our belongings to the smaller, more romantic suite. I ended by organizing my grooming items on my side of the vanity sink. Janet noticed the speed at which I was moving items around, and she joked about how fast I could move when I REALLY had a goal in mind.

“You’re already so excited – you act like it’s our first time!” my lovely wife observed.

“You know every time is just as exciting as the first!” I said. “And this shower – it’s like a new toy to use for our… enjoyment! So, yes – I’m VERY excited!” I confessed.

Sweet, innocent Janet was organizing her side of the vanity while contemplating my comments. Being the experienced wife that she was, she continued, with a tone of recognition of my intentions. “You probably already have all kinds of wet, kinky things planned for us in that shower – or should I say… for me?”

“Mmmm,” I murmured, looking her up and down, with an unmistakable gleam of desire in my eyes. “Definitely… for you.”

“Hmff,” my wife huffed in acknowledgement, smiling. “I thought so…”

“You know me so well…” I said, my voice low with arousal. Janet’s agreeing to switch rooms, and all her comments letting me know she was just as excited as I was about using the nicer shower for ourselves – it all had me feeling the heat. Then she REALLY turned up the heat while primping her hair in the mirror.

“So, tomorrow we shower together… There’s so much to think about… What’s a poor, innocent girl to do?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I guess,” I murmured, “she should just do whatever the suite owner wants…”

The next morning, I woke up and of course, my libido increased with the encroachment of sunlight into our cabin. Janet was barely starting to stir when I spooned with her and wrapped my right arm around her torso and slid my hand up to the edge of her chest. I kissed her lightly through her long, blonde hair. Sensing no resistance, I let my fingers caress and enjoy the soft flesh of her cleavage, making sure to not make direct contact with either nipple. I wanted to save it all for the shower, because I wanted to make some serious love in the dancing water streams!

My wife sighed in an awakening murmur. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she teased, trying to sound annoyed at my early morning enthusiasm, but I knew her true feelings were the same as mine.

“Barely,” I whispered, “You know how excited I get when I know there are good things to come…” That comment was punctuated by my rigid cock resting against her butt.

“Mmmm,” my companion murmured, opening her eyes a bit more. She said, “Well, good things have to wait until we shower, and I need my hot tea… to wake up…”

“No problem,” I said. “I’ll work on that for you.” So I made coffee for me, hot tea for her, and some buttered toast.

We enjoyed some quiet time and glanced at the local news until our light breakfast was finished. Then we moved back to the bedroom to gather our clothes to wear for the day. I shaved, and we were brushing our teeth when our friends texted on their progress. The text said they might arrive a bit early – 11 AM instead of noon.

We looked at the clock – it was about 9:15! “Well,” I said with a smile, “I guess we’d better take our shower!”

“Will we have time?” Janet asked. Janet did not want to be rushed during our playtime, but neither did she want to be interrupted ‘in the act’ by our friends. For her, it would seem embarrassing to have to explain a long delay getting to the door when they arrived, and/or still be getting dressed, and have to explain what we were doing that we couldn’t get to the door in a timely fashion.

“We’ll have plenty of time – as long as you let me have my way!” I replied, my voice low and suggestive.

As I towel off, my body already responding to the warmth and the anticipation, my gaze lingered on her form as she adjusted the water temperature. The thought of sharing this space with our friends, who typically stuck to the larger suite, filled me with a perverse delight. They were so predictable, so utterly lacking in adventurous spirit. They wouldn’t even know what to do with this shower, this sanctuary of pleasure.