Shower Secrets Unleashed

I called him from the shower. “Babe, can you come here?”

Cracking open up the bathroom door, he asked, “What is it?”

“I need to show you something.”

Walking into the bathroom, he stuck his head behind the shower curtain to find me standing there, leaning on the wall, with the water of the shower washing down over my breasts and body. One hand was perched over my clitoris, slowly massaging, and my other held an eight-inch dildo, which we have affectionately referred to as “his friend.” It was partially inserted, with both the thrusting and vibrating features in action.

He smiled and pulled the curtain back further before he leaned against the wall to watch me.

The tips of my fingers circled over my clitoris and traveling over the length of my labia. My other hand stayed down below me, gripping a hard cock that was slowly being swallowed up inside of me, then slowly reappearing, only to re-enter once more.

I looked at him in a state of ecstasy as I saw his hand travel to the crotch of his jeans, squeezing and gently traveling over the bulge growing inside.

I am his porn star, and it turns me on! I relish having him watch me!

This hasn’t always been the case though. During our dating and early marriage, sex was good and I had little insecurity about the way I looked. But after my pregnancies, the pounds began to add up, and things began to sag with the years. My insecurities grew, and my willingness to be naked in front of my husband lessened. Then during one of our very frank and open discussions about our sex life, I came to realize that all of my insecurities were self-imposed. The fact was that he was loving—and had always loved—me and my appearance, no matter my age or weight.

Along with this was the issue of monogamy—that if we were going to expect to stay true to one another, we had to be what the other one needed us to be, and this involved open and honest declaration of our desires, thoughts and insecurities.

In our discussions, it was also revealed that my own insecurities had in turn begun to cause questions in M. He began to doubt himself and think that maybe I was no longer interested in him attracted to him.

That revealed to me that I needed to be more vocal, open and sexual towards him, for him to be reassured about himself.

It took a while for me to begin letting down my own walls, but in due time, I felt completely comfortable being naked around him and developing my own way of talking sexually.

After this change, it wasn’t unusual for him to come home and find me with my legs spread, masturbating and waiting for him. But, none of this would have come about without communication and the ability to step past our self-imposed Christian restraints—or at least we had thought they were Christian. In reality, we were only refusing to revel in the good and God-given joys of our sexual union, and denying one another the fullness of what we could be exploring together.

But with those insecurities dealt with, and those desires expressed, we were now free to enjoy each other fully.

I bit my lower lip, my eyes watching his as he watched me. He was focused on the scene before him: his naked wife in a state of exhibitionistic euphoria.

“Babe, get naked now!” I told M.

The fact is, he loves being an exhibitionist for me as much as I did him. It gives us both a boost in confidence to know that we are turning the other on.

He began a slow striptease show—with an emphasis on the tease.

His shirt came up and his hands stroked across his partly-bare body, occasionally moving down and disappearing within the waistband of his jeans, only to pull out and travel around again. His look was intense, knowing that he had an avid audience who was very voyeuristic.

I stood there with my leg up, masturbating my clitoris and pushing the dildo deep inside of myself. My thrusts had gone from short strokes of just a few inches, to using the full length of the dildo, along with the extra push-pull of the thrusting action. Now every time I pulled it out, it revealed another coat of white creamy lubrication coming out with it.

My fingers pushed more firmly and more vigorously on my clitoris, the vibration and the thrusting of “his friend” holding me in its power.

I watched as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, finally giving me a view of what I wanted to see. His hard manhood flopped forward, swollen and pink, engorged with his excitement.

My eyes locked on it as he reached behind himself, pushing the jeans off his hips and behind, slipping them down his legs, and stepping out of them. Now completely naked, he went back to his perch against the wall, masturbating himself slowly, his fist gripping the thick member starting at the very base and drawing his skin forward, then back again, occasionally pointing it in my direction, all the while watching me as I watched him.

“Taste yourself,” he commanded me.

I drew the length out, covered with my creamy lubrication, and moved it up to my mouth with the thruster still working. Holding the length of it up in front of me, I licked off the balls, savoring the taste of my own pleasure. Then I drew my tongue up the length over and over again, feeling the vibrations against my tongue before tipping it and slipping the head into my mouth.

It was almost relentless the way it pounded into my mouth on its own. It was stiff, yet with a lifelike feel of the silicone and veins. As it was in my mouth, I ran my tongue around the head of it, pulling it out and showing it to him while I licked my lips.

He then commanded me to fasten it to the wall by means of the suction cup on the base.

I did so, and watched for a moment as it squirmed, wiggled and vibrated there, standing erect on the wall.

M joined me and stepped into the tub.

I stayed there, my back against the wall, masturbating my clitoris, watching him and waiting for my next command. My other hand had moved up to my breast, tugging and pulling at my nipple.

M approached me and gently grabbed my face, cradling it in his hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. Both of our tongues stuck out and tickled each other’s tips, twisting in a sensual dance.

His hands moved down to my hips, pulling me away from the wall, then he backed me on to the thrusting appendage. Reaching between my legs, I guided it into my opening, slipping down fully onto it, feeling it inside of me.

M slipped his hand back up to my neck and coaxed me down, bending me over further to bring my mouth to his stiff and waiting shaft. I eagerly grabbed it with a hand, guided it to my lips, and consumed it like a hungry person getting their first taste of meat after weeks. With his hips thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth, I could feel a matching thrust both in front of and behind me.

I released my grip on his shaft, reached behind him and grasped ahold of his cheeks, feeling them flex and harden with each thrust, then release and relax. His hands roamed over my body, across my back, then underneath to grasp at my breasts as they swung freely below me. He found my stiff nipples and began to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between his fingers.

By now, I was thrusting hard against “his friend,” rising and falling as I penetrated myself from behind.

All the while he talked dirty to me, telling me how much I liked having two cocks at once. Although it’s something we would never ever really do with another person, the thought of it excited me.

With the feel of the large shaft inside of me, and his thumbs and fingers on my nipples, it didn’t take but maybe 60 seconds before my hips bucked and jerked with the rise to orgasm. Then it came upon me like waves, rolling over me. The orgasm emanated out from my center and continued like a tide rolling out over my body, producing long moans from my most inner being.

I had M firmly in my mouth, and the vibrations of my moans provided the extra feeling that put him over the edge. I felt the ejaculate as it released into my mouth with each throb.

I felt my legs weaken and began to drop to my knees, at first almost falling forward off of his friend. M grabbed ahold of me, lowering me down slowly as I caught my breath.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said to me. “I love what we have now, and who you are now.”

I looked up at him with a smile, appreciating the view of his manhood, which was still long, but now growing soft.

I thought to myself, “I love who I am now too!”

My body felt spent, but the warm water showering down comforted me. M did as well, lowering himself to his knees in front of me and wrapping his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him in return.

Here we were, both completely satisfied, and both consumed by the same love for one another.

He began to chuckle, “My friend is still going strong. I think he wants some more!”

I turned to watch as it thrust back and forth, vibrating and shaking around like it had a mind of its own. I still had my white lubrication all over it.

I reached up, pulled it off the wall, and shut off the switch.

Then I licked it clean.

I wasn’t going to waste something that tasted so good! It was my dessert.

When we got out, we dried each other off, but since it was 3:00 in the afternoon, we never bothered to put on clothing.

Needless to say the rest of the night was passionate. His third time was bone dry, and throughout the evening I must have had at least seven or eight more orgasms.

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