Showers of Desire

My phone dinged just as I swung my legs up onto the couch to settle in with my magazine. It had been a long workday, and I was instantly irritated at the intrusion, assuming it was yet another ‘just one more thing’ text from my boss. But as I picked up the phone, my scowl turned to a smile. It was a mirror selfie from my hubby.

“Hopping in the shower. Care to join?” Just the top of his pubic hair peeked over the towel wrapped around his hips.

“Looks tasty,” I replied with a winking emoji. “You hop in, and I’ll be there in a few to dry you off.” Licking water droplets off his sexy muscular form is one of my favorite things to do. Through the wall, I heard the water pipes groan as he started the shower. I sighed and put down the magazine and phone. I love my husband and love making love to him, but I wasn’t really in the mood—yet. That man always has a way of changing my mind, though, and I knew once I saw him naked and glistening, my libido would rev up.

I slipped quietly into the bathroom and gently pulled back the shower curtain. My husband was facing away from me, shampooing his hair. I could see the muscles working in his back as the soapy water cascaded down that firm ass I love to smack. Sure enough, I felt a little rush of heat to my pussy. He turned around, eyes closed and head tipped back, to rinse his hair, and I saw that he was already a little hard. The heat intensified, and I felt a slight tingle. I dropped the curtain and quietly stepped out of the bathroom again. Then I hustled to our bedroom and opened the panty drawer.

I absolutely love to wear lingerie; it makes me feel powerful and sexy. I quickly stripped down, breasts jiggling in my rush, and rifled through the drawer. Green nightie? No. Red thong? No, definitely something crotchless. I scooped up a pink strappy panty and stepped in. As the satin skimmed up my inner thighs, I could feel my labia engorging. I slid a finger in my pussy and realized I was already a little damp. After fastening the satin and lace bra, I scooted back down the hall to the bathroom.

This time when I slid back the curtain, his eyes were open. They widened a little when he saw the lingerie set. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached behind himself and turned off the water, then stepped forward and bent down to kiss me. I trailed kisses and licks across his jaw and down the side of his neck. After a quick suck of his nipple that made him draw a sharp breath, I ran my tongue down farther. I was in a hurry to get to his cock before it got too hard. I love taking it in my mouth when it’s soft and sucking him to his full length.

As he grew in my mouth, I lost suction for a minute, and a loud slurping noise escaped. To my surprise, he moaned and placed a hand on the back of my neck. He’s usually a very quiet lover, but I love the rare occasions when he makes noise. I kept sucking, and his hand dropped away. Curious, I purposely let another slurp escape. Again, he moaned, and I felt a little wetness drip from my pussy. I redoubled my suction on his cock, bobbing my head around hungrily and moaning a bit myself. As my pace increased, the noises and his answering moans became louder and more frequent. His hands wrapped in my hair.

Usually, I would describe my oral sex style as efficient, but he seemed to be loving the new frenzy. I felt myself growing more and more excited as his cock grew slippery with spit and pre-cum, sliding in and out of my mouth hard and fast. At one particularly loud slurp, he moaned my name, a first in our four years of marriage.

It was incredibly exciting, and I felt my pussy actually drip onto my heels where I squatted on the bathmat. I took my husband’s cock even deeper, reaching up to grab that sweet ass and pull him farther into my mouth. His hands began caressing my shoulders as I deep-throated him, and he moaned my name again even louder. I kept sucking for another minute, but soon my desire for him had built into a need, and I gave one last long suck and stood to meet him.

His face was flushed, and his ears were bright red. I bit his earlobe. It was hot in my mouth, and he gasped. Planting my hands behind me on the vanity, I hopped up on the counter, leaving my pussy hanging just off the edge. His eyes followed me hungrily as he wrapped one hand around his cock. I spread my legs so he could get a good look at my dripping pussy and gestured for him to step out of the tub. He quickly complied.

“I want to eat that pussy,” he murmured, “but first, let me check it out.” He walked right up to me and, eyes on mine, began to rub the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I drew a quick breath and arched my back. He reached up and lifted my breast out of the bra cup, fondling it and rolling my nipple in his fingers. I let out a moan of my own, and he replied with a cocky grin and a little hum of pleasure. He bent his head and flicked my nipple with his tongue, still rubbing his cock-head against my dripping pussy, then stepped back and took a seat on the edge of the tub. In our narrow little bathroom, he had just enough space to lean forward at the waist and bury his head in my crotch. His tongue expertly flicked my clit, then dipped below and plunged into my pussy. He pulled back. “You are very wet,” he commented, looking pleased.

“I like it when you make noise,” I replied honestly.

He smiled and dipped his head back to my pussy. He could tell I didn’t need a warmup, and my hands in his hair encouraged him to go ahead. His tongue attacked my pussy enthusiastically, bringing a sigh to my lips. I bit my lower lip, holding back a moan.

He looked up at me from between my legs. “I like it when you make noise, too,” he said.

The sound escaped me then, like a low purr.

He moaned approvingly and put two fingers into my pussy. He slid them in and out furiously as his tongue delightfully battered my mound.

Soon I was panting and gasping, arching my back and lifting my ass off the counter. I asked for a third finger, and he happily complied. It was no substitute for the good stuff, and soon I was begging for his cock.

He shook his head and murmured, “No,” taking his lips off my pussy just long enough to add, “not until you cum on my face.” He had never said anything like that to me before, and it made me hot. But if I couldn’t get at that cock one way, I was going to get it another.

I gently pushed him away, holding up one finger in a ‘wait’ gesture. I reached out and opened the linen cabinet. Pulling out one of the huge pool towels from the bottom, I flipped it across the floor and lowered myself to it. Then I lay back and coyly closed my legs. “69. Do you want bottom or top?”

His eyes lit up, and he chose bottom. He hurriedly laid down beside me as I got into position on all fours. He immediately dove right back between my legs, and my mouth descended on his cock with equal urgency. His tongue licked and flicked and probed, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I realized I was about to have the orgasm of my life so far when my toes began trembling. I was taking him deep in my mouth and sucking fervently, and I could feel him throbbing against my tongue. As my orgasm built to its crescendo, my back arched involuntarily, and my lips came off his cock.

I moaned loudly, and he continued to ride me with great force. He shifted his weight, and I could feel the heat from his body radiating through my skin. We continued this intense session until he had finally drained me dry.

I rose slowly, feeling weak and spent but incredibly satisfied. He reached out and gently stroked my hair, a silent apology for the intensity of our encounter. We both knew this was just the beginning. The anticipation for our next intimate moment hung heavy in the air. We shared a tender kiss, sealing our renewed passion.

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