Shower of Passion (L)

Oh K, oh K, it feels soooooo good. So damn good. Pound me harder, babe, pound me harder!

A luscious sight before me; my beloved Kay with her back to me as she leaned forward in the shower, her palms open and braced against the tiles. Her heaving breasts molded into the shower wall with each thrust; spilling outwards to the sides of her feminine torso. Oh, how I love sideboob, especially hers.

We were both panting from the exertion and the humidity of our hot, steamy shower, kissing and pawing each other as we did when first married. Even after all these years, we still adore slow, passionate foreplay. But now our bodies could no longer take the separation and needed to be joined together as one.

I honored my wife’s primal request.

Man and woman. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs., just as God ordained. Passionately, we made love together in the exotic confines of our shower, steaming up the bathroom and the glass shower door. Anyone listening in would have been in for quite a show.

And can my Kay ever moan! With each thrust, she groaned and purred. “Oh, my K, my K, mmmmmmmmm. Feels so gooooooood. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes…yes…yes…Mmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooooh, Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she panted.

“I love you, babe. I love you, oooooooohhhhhhhh,” she muttered between deep long breaths.

“Your balls feel so manly slapping against my big ass. I love it. Oh, that’s it K. That’s it. Right there. Stretch me, babe. That’s right, stretch me. Stretch your woman.Yes.”

“A-hah. A-hah. Yes…yes…yes! Pound your woman…that’s right, pound her right here in the shower. That’s right, that’s right. Oh. Oh. Oh. Right there. Right there! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Impale me with your manhood, impale me, my husband. Mmmmmmmmmm.”

More panting, more moaning. I adore listening to her experience these incredible throes of passion.

It’s a bit of a challenge with our height difference. I’m around 6’ 3” and she is barely over 5 feet tall. Yet we make it work, lol. In pure ecstasy, I plowed myself in and out of my soulmate’s tight greedy pussy.

Without warning, she reached behind herself and grasped the cheeks of my butt, digging her nails in firmly for leverage.

“Agggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” She screamed as I buried myself even deeper.

Holding me in place for a moment and leaning back against me, she grabbed my hands and placed them under her full breasts.

“Don’t move, honey. Don’t move. Hold me like this. Hold me, please.”

We froze in place for quite a while as the hot water cascaded upon our nakedness. Our bodies were molded in place. I stopped thrusting as she backed into me and expertly kneaded her amazing breasts with my hands.

“Mmmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Look at that. I love watching your sexy hands on my breasts, K. I love it. So intimate and erotic. Look how big you made my nipples.”

They had swollen, alright. Huge, like fresh ripe strawberries, they nestled within areolas rounder than Kennedy half dollars. With all the restraint I could muster, I resisted the urge to explode deep into the mysterious confines of her womanhood. I really wanted to fill her full of my seed, yet I waited.

“Feed me, honey. Feed me, please.” And with that, she lifted her breasts up towards her mouth; her hands leading under mine. She plopped one swollen nipple into her mouth and nursed herself, straining to maintain eye contact with me.

I find this so incredibly hot.

“I love sucking my titties, K. You know that;” she said between plopping sounds. “Mmmmmmmm. So tender and so nurturing. Oh K, oh K. Watch me suck my titties.”

I was her willing spectator. She lovingly went back and forth, cupping her incredible tits with our hands, kneading them, flicking the tip of her tongue onto them and sucking them. Taking her time, she enjoyed herself. So did I.

And I remained still, rock hard and buried to the hilt, waiting to shoot her full of my spunk – but not yet.

My kindred continued tenderly loving and tasting her breasts. Despite the stream of hot water and the steam, I could see goosebumps on her cute, fuzzy-blonde arms and thighs. She is a naturally hairy girl who keeps the magnificent brown forest between her legs nicely trimmed and manicured. She shaves her calves, but not the thick blonde peach fuzz that grows on her thighs, forearms, and lightly upon her jawline.

Yummy.

After sating herself on her breasts, Kay gently pushed herself further into me, forcing me backward. To my disappointment, she took a step forward toward the shower head which made me fall out of her.

Turning to face me with her breasts pressing into my stomach and her big brown eyes locked onto mine, she clamped both of her little hands around my veiny cock. Her grip was quite impressive, as was the look of love and desire in those dreamy eyes. It was the look only a naked wife intoxicated by multiple orgasms could give to her incredibly blessed husband in the shower. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees…

The voice on the speakerphone jolted me back to reality. “Your conference call will begin shortly, your line has now been muted. Please stand by.”

Damn.

Waiting for the call to begin, my mind drifted back to the steamy sendoff Kay gave me last night in the shower; it seemed so long ago. Now I was stuck in conference calls all day as part of an out of town retreat for management. We had to finalize the remaining acquisition details of our newest company.

Yippee.

I quickly became very bored listening to the CEO and regional VPs as they chimed in. Fortunately, it was a nice sunny day and I had a window close by. The call was barely 10 minutes old when something quite unexpected happened. My cell phone buzzed.

What the hell? I don’t use this app. How did it get installed onto my phone? Not having ever used Snapchat, I didn’t know much about it except that users can send messages, videos, or pictures that remain visible for around 10 seconds then suddenly disappear. Not thinking this totally through, I mindlessly opened up the Snap message.

Holy shit.

My incredible wife sent me a Snap.

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry you are stuck in conference calls out of town all day. Wish you were here with me.” She was sitting up on our bed, her back against the headboard.

Wow, that was nice of her to think of me. And she remembered my calls started right about now. What a sweet girl she is.

Smiling at her thoughtfulness and resourcefulness of somehow installing this app on my phone without my knowledge, I put it back on the desk. It wasn’t there more than five minutes before it buzzed again. Intrigued, I saw it was another Snap.

I gasped as I watched her now clad only in the sexy black bra and matching lacy panties I like. Effortlessly and without breaking eye contact, Kay reached behind herself to unclasp the bra, peeling down both straps and off tossing it towards the screen with that look in her eyes. Her delectable breasts molded into the shower wall with each thrust; spilling outwards to the sides of her feminine torso. Oh, how I love sideboob, especially hers. Her heaving breasts molded into the shower wall with each thrust; spilling outwards to the sides of her feminine torso. Oh, how I love sideboob, especially hers.

My member slowly began waking from its slumber.

The conference call dragged on for quite a few minutes. My phone buzzed again.

I excitedly reached for the phone. There she stood in front of our full-length mirror, totally naked in all her feminine glory. Kay purposely posed at an angle to give me maximum exposure to her outstanding side boob. The look in her eyes suggested she was in the mood.

“What? What was that you said, K?”

I bull-shitted. “Um, sorry about that, we must be having trouble with this connection. Can you hear me now?”

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed.

Her body still lay in the same position, but her head now hung a little further down over the edge of the bed. Her thick brunette mane cascaded down onto the carpet of our bedroom, as did her arms. Her fingers barely touched the carpeting. Her legs were splayed apart facing the camera with an incredible view of her inviting rump and luscious lips. To my surprise, there was a twist. Barely sticking out, I could see the bottom of her dildo buried deep in her pussy and a butt plug up her ass fully on display for my brief enjoyment. I loved seeing her stretched out like that. Yet how did she accomplish all this light bondage by herself? Only one answer suggested itself: her crazy sister must have assisted her off camera again.

Watching Kay’s performance was incredible and made the conference call fly by. I kept hoping my name wouldn’t be called again. At least she was helping me get through these boring calls. More time went by. My dick still throbbed, waiting to be unleashed.

It took a while, but my phone buzzed again.

This Snap treated me to a bird’s eye view of Kay on her back. No more scarves. Legs apart facing the camera. Eyes staring right at me through the camera as she was making love to herself. With a big cucumber. Yes, a cucumber. She worked it in and out of herself several times during those delightful ten seconds. Damn, that was hot. How could she take in a cucumber that large? From the look on her face, she was certainly enjoying herself. I was suddenly jealous of that lucky vegetable.

More talk about budgets, quarterly projections, proposed regional headquarters, accounts payable and receivable, etc. I remembered none of it as I anticipated Kay’s next Snap.

I waited and waited and waited. Nothing. Maybe an hour passed. I even spoke on the call for a few minutes, taking advantage of the lack of distraction from my incredible woman back home. Just as I was finishing up, my phone buzzed.

Greedily, I opened her Snap. What the hell!?!?!?

Kay was all cleaned up; clearly, she had showered since the last Snap. No more candle wax or scarf restraints decorated her form. This time, still naked, she sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, facing the camera with her knees apart and her sexy legs exposed. Her body reflected the soft candlelight. With a big smile on her lovely face, she drew her hair over to her right side, and it’s waves drifted down towards her waist. Her sexy red lipstick accentuated her magnificent white teeth, and with it, she had written three words across her now baby-smooth mound.

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And someone knocked on my office door…

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