Shower Secrets & Sweet Surprises

The water had stopped running just as I finished my shower, leaving a damp sheen on my skin and the lingering scent of citrus-infused body wash. I closed my eyes, letting the droplets clinging to my hair slowly drip down my back, picturing my husband in the bathroom, the same shower clinging to his muscular frame, his cock dangling between his legs. A shiver ran through me, a primal urge to possess him, to lose myself in the heat of his body. It was a familiar desire, one I couldn't quite control, and I knew I needed to focus on the surprise I had planned for him, a carefully crafted gift designed to ignite his senses.

I lay back on the bed, allowing my body to sink into the plush mattress, waiting for him to emerge from the steamy sanctuary of the bathroom. The door creaked open, and he entered, the dampness of his skin reflecting the bathroom light. His cock was already bouncing back and forth as he approached, a blatant display of his arousal, a silent invitation to pleasure.

“Honey, I have something for you,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation, “I want you to get on your hands and knees and wait for me.”

“As you wish,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, already feeling the familiar heat rising within me. I moved behind him, kneeling on the floor between his feet, my hands instinctively reaching out to explore the contours of his legs and calves. The muscles flexed beneath my fingertips as I ran my hands up and down, feeling the raw power of his physique. Then, I moved my hands upwards, tracing the line of his warm skin, my fingertips lingering on the sensitive areas. With both hands, I began to stroke his still-damp ass, feeling the slickness of his skin beneath my touch. A soft kiss followed, a deliberate act of dominance, placed on the puckered flesh between his cheeks, a silent assertion of my control.

As I leaned forward, my lips parted, and my tongue tentatively touched his asshole. It was a bold move, a blatant disregard for inhibitions, but I wasn’t afraid to indulge in the forbidden. I then moved my hands to help part his cheeks a bit more, creating a wider opening for my exploration. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious blend of pleasure and transgression. With my tongue, I began to lick up and down his delicate flesh, savoring the moistness and tenderness of his skin. The rhythmic movements, coupled with the intense heat, sent shivers down my spine.

Lowering my focus, I ran my tongue down to nuzzle at his heavy balls, licking back up to his opening. It was a slow, deliberate act of conquest, a gradual descent into ecstasy. With my tongue and lips, I began to spear him, invading his space, pushing against his boundaries, and demanding his attention. He moaned, a raw, guttural sound that vibrated through my body, as my tongue found its way into his sensitive flesh. I pulled back momentarily, then returned to my task, humming loudly in my throat, adding vibrations to my movements, feeling the resistance of his muscles as I continued to pleasure him. The increased intensity clearly ignited his desire, and he pushed back against my tongue, eager for more.

Taking advantage of his arousal, I quickly rose to my feet and moved to the nightstand, retrieving the lubricant and our six-inch toy, complete with realistic balls. The thick, pliable material felt perfect in my hand, a tangible representation of the pleasure I intended to deliver. I generously coated the head of the toy with lubricant, ensuring optimal performance, before gently placing it against his hungry hole. He immediately shifted position, rolling over onto his back and spreading his legs wide, a clear indication of his eagerness.

As I began to work the cock into him, inch by inch, his groans intensified, a symphony of pleasure and pain. He was clearly enjoying the sensation, his breathing quickening as the toy penetrated deeper. Halfway through, I paused, allowing him to adjust to the pressure, before continuing my assault with renewed vigor. The rhythmic movements, combined with the intense stimulation, brought him closer to the brink of orgasm. Reaching the point of no return, I slid the cock completely into his ass, balls resting against him.

“It’s all in, you took it all,” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. “It’s so big!”

“I know, I know,” I replied, feeling the heat radiating from his body, “but is it good?”

“Oh, yes, it’s very good,” he moaned, his body arching in response to the intense pleasure.

Unsatisfied with the level of stimulation, I pulled back slightly, allowing him to readjust, before resuming my efforts. Each thrust was deeper, more forceful, designed to push him closer to the precipice of climax. His hand instinctively moved to stroke his own cock, slick with pre-cum, while his other hand rested on his knee, pulling it back to provide me with maximum access. The combination of these actions only intensified his arousal, and he let out a primal scream as I continued my assault.

Sweat streamed down my body as I pounded into him, maintaining long and deep strokes, pushing his body to its absolute limit. At one point, I paused to drizzle more lubricant onto the cock and his ass before resuming my efforts. The heat was almost unbearable, but I persisted, driven by the desire to see him reach the ultimate height of pleasure.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he yelled out, “I’m cumming!”

Spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum erupted from his cock, coating his chest in a glistening sheen. I slowed my pace, allowing him to release his pent-up energy, before continuing my pleasure-seeking endeavors. As the last of his cum flowed out, he lay back on the bed, his feet flopping back onto the mattress. I crawled up beside him, leaning down to take his cock into my mouth, sucking out the remnants of his release. A final, lingering kiss sealed the experience, a testament to our shared pleasure.

Lying back on the pillows, my body drenched in sweat, I admired the results of our efforts. The cock stood tall, angled slightly to the right, a stark reminder of the intensity of our encounter. Turning my attention to my own sweat-soaked body, I reflected on the night, savoring the memories of the pleasure we had shared.

“Did you enjoy your surprise?” I asked, my voice soft and seductive.

He replied, “Very much! And when I recover, I am going to return the favor.”

A mischievous glint sparkled in my eyes as I whispered into his ear what I had planned for him earlier, a secret desire that had been brewing beneath the surface.

“I believe that can be arranged,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration into pleasure, a thrilling journey of shared sensations and mutual gratification.

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