Rainfall Rendezvous

She was off at one of her volunteer events again, a welcome distraction from our daily routines. Don’t get me wrong, I cherish her compassion; it’s one of the many things I adore about her. However, I’d been yearning for intimacy, and it had been a considerable stretch since we’d last shared a passionate encounter. Earlier that day, she’d confided in me about her wish for an outdoor shower, lamenting that we never had one. This presented an immediate challenge, and a delicious one at that. I’d observed my wife in our indoor shower countless times, and any normal, devoted husband would recognize the irresistible pull of witnessing such a display of vulnerability and sensuality. The glass enclosure, framed by mirrors, offered a panoramic view of the commode, an element that only amplified the experience. It always felt like a private performance, a shared pleasure between us. First, she would simply relish the sensation of rinsing off, relaxing from her long day while still clad in her thong panties. The way her firm buttocks framed the garment would slowly become damp from the shower spray, the water clinging to her skin like a second layer. The water would then glisten across her firm ass, a shimmering testament to her body’s beauty. She’s petite, perfectly proportioned, and undeniably captivating. As I lifted my gaze from her mesmerizing form, the water would cascade down her long blond hair, pooling on her tits, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. At this point, she would invariably adjust the water temperature and face the spray directly, arching her back and pushing her firm B tits up to meet the invigorating shower. It was a primal instinct, a delightful pleasure to feel the water hitting her nipples, igniting a fire within me. Only then would she slowly remove her thong, revealing her nakedness in all its glory. I knew she was aware of my unwavering attention, the mirrors surrounding the shower creating a perfect, inescapable audience. It was always an amazing spectacle for a husband who appreciates a wife’s exhibitionistic tendencies, and a wife who relishes the thrill of captivating her husband. She would gradually pull out her panties, displaying her complete nudity, a breathtaking sight to behold.

Now, I could conceive of nothing more appealing than to witness her nude beneath the gentle cascade of an outdoor shower as the sun began to set. Armed with a tape measure, pencil, and paper, the design quickly materialized in my mind. A short, concave curved wall around the small dogwood would effectively conceal us from any curious neighborhood teenagers. The two burning bushes flanking the dogwood would provide sufficient privacy on either side, their vibrant fall red hues further fueling my anticipation. My wife had mentioned the need to access the shower from the higher deck, which presented a significant design hurdle. However, the reward was well worth the effort. With three small steps descending from the deck and a semi-curved seat, there was ample room for the shower itself. I was genuinely pleased with the outcome; the design was open yet private, as long as the bushes maintained some foliage or blossoms. I had meticulously crafted the curved wall just high enough to allow someone across the pond to glimpse our necks and heads. A quarter-inch gap between the uprights of the concave wall would provide a tantalizing peek at our silhouettes, but the rest would remain obscured unless we decided to become bolder.

Most of the materials were already stored in the garage. The old flexible shower hose, which I’d been keeping for an unknown reason, was particularly relevant now. In just one afternoon, the entire project was completed. I couldn’t wait to share my creation with her! It was then that she sent me a text: her volunteer board meeting was running late. She advised me to eat and not wait up for her. The sun was already sinking below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the sky, culminating in a breathtaking full moon. The neighbors had left for the weekend, granting us complete solitude. I had an outdoor shower, a newly aroused husband, and an empty house – a perfect setup for indulging my desires.

Looking around, I began to shed my clothes. A gull soared across the evening sky, its cry piercing the silence. I hadn't considered the possibility of drones observing us, but, as it turned out, there was nothing to do but move on. It felt liberating to be only in my CKs outdoors, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I kept them on, just like my wife always wears her thong panties. Stepping into the shower, it still felt exposed, but not unwelcome. I felt alive, and the water hadn’t yet been turned on. All I could think about was her, the anticipation building with every passing moment. There were countless possibilities for pleasure out here, a sense of abandon that felt both exhilarating and slightly reckless. We could cuddle on the steps, lie on the bench, or even pin her against the concave wall, bending her over the curved seat. My arousal was reaching its peak, demanding release from these confining garments. And if we were feeling particularly bold, we could come out in the winter when the leaves had fallen from the bushes, her nipples perky and the hot water intensifying the sensation. Well, that would have to wait for another time. Right now, I needed her, and she was busy elsewhere. My left hand instinctively descended to caress my need, cupping my full nuts safely. I imagined it was her hand, the thought sending a fresh wave of desire through me. It felt amazing. My right hand turned on the water just as the full moon was beginning to rise above the bushes.

Even though I had been diligently cultivating my patience, thinking of her sent an irresistible surge of arousal through me. Taking the flexible shower hose, I adjusted the temperature to its coldest setting, directing the chilling spray directly under my nuts as I so thoroughly enjoy. My nut-sack immediately retracted in response, confirming the potency of the icy water. My CKs were still in place – for now. I knew she was watching, aware of my every move, and that made it all the more thrilling. Slowly, I removed them, savoring the sensation of freedom. Ahhhh, that felt infinitely better. Looking down, the moonlight illuminated my arousal, making it appear more impressive than usual, enhanced by the shadows cast by the bushes. Who cared? As the last vestiges of my clothing disappeared, I felt an undeniable sense of liberation. Looking around for lotion, I saw only the tools left out from my project. No problem, I simply squatted and began to spray my anus with warm water, a sensation mirroring the way she would touch me. It felt wonderfully intense! …And all this excitement was happening under the watchful eye of the full moon. She was going to love this! My slow tongue parted my lips, imagining all the places in my wife I was going to bury it.

“I like your project, baby.” My eyes widened in surprise. She was grinning, her expression radiating amusement and a hint of anticipation. “Looks like you do too.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t give up just because my meeting got over early.” She simply continued to grin, her gaze sweeping over every aspect of the outdoor shower I had built for her. “Oh, we are going to love this darling.” Feeling safe in her presence, I continued spraying my anus with the flexible hose, teasing myself as she knows I so enjoy. The aroma of the lotion filled the air, a subtle reminder of her scent. The gull flew across the night sky once more, its presence a silent witness to our shared pleasure. My eyes remained locked on hers, my hand working its way up my shaft, all the while maintaining the icy spray on my anus, tantalizing me as she knows I so thoroughly enjoy. “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. It’s just us out here. Show me.” Thinking of her, it took just seconds. My anus was fully aroused, completely yielding to the pleasure. The lotion's fragrance intensified, swirling around us like a sensual embrace. My penis exploded, a torrent of pleasure erupting from my body. Over and over, it exploded, each thrust a testament to the intensity of my desire. Looking at her, I felt an immense sense of pride, pride in my arousal, pride in the outdoor shower I had constructed for her, and most importantly, pride in our shared intimacy.

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