Sudden Wet Revelations

The water pounded against the porcelain, a relentless rhythm accompanying our post-workout ritual. It’s a primal urge, really, the release that comes with a good sweat and the shared intimacy of the shower. I glanced over at my wife, Sarah, watching her as she stepped in, arms crossed protectively over her breasts. The way the water beaded on her skin, catching the light, was captivating. She asked if the temperature was right, reaching out a hand to test the spray. I obliged, deliberately letting a blast of cold water hit her, savoring the brief shock as she flinched. It was a playful dominance, a silent assertion of my preference, and she responded with a pointed glare, her gaze lingering on my hardening member.

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” she challenged, her voice laced with amusement. I moved closer, my hand instinctively reaching out to graze her firm backside. “I think you know,” I replied, a wicked glint in my eyes, and a swift, decisive grab on her member followed. The heat surged through me immediately, a potent reminder of the pleasure to come.

“Well, you had better wash quickly,” she demanded, pulling away with a playful jerk. The competition was on. We dove deeper into the playful teasing, each vying for control, our bodies brushing and colliding amidst the steam. "What's the matter?" she asked, her voice softening slightly as she reached around to stroke my rod while I was rinsing shampoo from my hair. I returned the favor, expertly cleaning her breasts, ensuring every inch was spotless. The shared vulnerability, the closeness of the shower, amplified the tension between us.

Finally, we emerged, dripping and breathless, a shared sense of exhilaration hanging in the air. We locked eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the intense connection we shared. A passionate kiss ignited, a spark that quickly escalated into something deeper, more demanding. As I pulled away, I noticed the way her eyes held a hint of challenge, a silent invitation to push further.

She placed a leg on the side of the tub, leaning into me, her body a perfect curve. I followed suit, guiding myself into her waiting embrace. The water, though not ideal as a lubricant, provided a cool, refreshing base for our exploration. We moved slowly at first, savoring the anticipation, our bodies responding to each other’s every movement.

As she began to hum, a rhythmic, almost primal sound, I felt the heat building within me. Her breath quickened, her muscles tensing, and a wave of desire washed over me. Soon, she launched into a full-blown thrust, her hips rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. I responded in kind, my own movements mirroring hers, lost in the shared experience. The water created a constant, slapping soundtrack, a sensual percussion to our act.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice breathless, as she reached around to stroke my rod while I was rinsing shampoo from my hair. I returned the favor by making sure her breasts were particularly clean. The heat intensified, building into a crescendo of sensation. She moaned softly, a delicate sound that sent shivers down my spine. Then, with a final, earth-shattering thrust, she reached her climax, a release that left her limp and spent, yet utterly satisfied.

As she recovered, we continued, the initial excitement replaced by a deeper, more intimate connection. She put her leg down, tightening her grip on my shaft, a possessive gesture that only served to heighten my desire. We kissed again, the warmth of her body against mine, the scent of her skin filling my senses. My hands moved over her back, squeezing her ass one moment then reaching up to her shoulders the next, teasing her with the promise of more pleasure. She moaned with pleasure, her hips slamming against mine, creating a wet, slapping rhythm that echoed through the bathroom.

“Ohhh! Give it to me! OHHH!!!” she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. The noise was deafening, but I couldn’t pull away. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. Between the rhythmic slapping and her wild screams, I knew our neighbors could hear us. But I didn’t care. This moment, this connection, was worth any consequences.

“Ohhh! You know you love this!” she gasped, her body arching and twisting as she braced off the side of the tub. I loved the way my wife looked from behind: the smooth skin of her naked back, how the triangular shape of her torso narrowed at her waist then flaired out at her hips, the roundness of her buttocks. I marveled at her beauty as the water formed beadlets on her olive skin then coursed down her lovely form.

I entered her from behind, but didn’t immediately start pounding her. Instead, I ran my hands over her, lightly tracing a line up from the small of her back, making her arch and squirm. She straightened up as best she could with her ass still thrust back at me, and reached back to hold my hips. I reached forward, grasping her breasts. My lips caressed her neck as my fingers found her nipples, eliciting a purr of pleasure from her lips.

I began to gently so as not to pop out in this position. The purr became a moan as she braced herself off the side of the tub again with one hand. I started really going for it, grabbing her hips and thrusting away, the water making slapping noises as we fucked. My wife was now bent over, bracing with both hands and screaming almost loud enough to drown out the slapping noises. Between the rhythmic slapping and her wild screaming, I felt certain the neighbors would hear us. Oh well.

“Ohhh! Give it to me! OHHH!!!” And with that her back arched and she came hard, writhing and squirming as the waves of pleasure washed over her like the stream of water from the shower. Still breathing heavily, she slid off and stood up, turning to face me again. I entered her and we started off slow, kissing gently. I knew I was close, but wanted to prolong it for her to come one or two more times—which in all honesty, might not take long.

My wife broke our kiss and gave me a sly grin.”Want to come in my mouth?” she asked, her voice sultry from our passions. I was taken aback. Normally, she will not let me come in her mouth while doing oral, instead making me come on her tits or in her pussy. But this was a chance I was not going to pass up. “Yes!” I said, pulling out. She knelt down, sitting on the edge of the tub and taking my penis in her hands. She rinsed me off in the stream of the shower (she does not care for her own taste) and took me in her mouth. At that point she paused, looking up at me with her deep, beautiful eyes and smiled around my manhood. She slowly pulled her mouth off the tip and grinned up at me.

“What?” she asked, stoking my shaft. “What’s the matter?” I told her. “You know what the matter is,” I said, giving her a wink. She did this a couple more times, then took my whole shaft in her mouth. I gasped, and she giggled. “What?” She said, grinning. I mock glared at her, and with another giggle, she stuck my dick back into her mouth. Now she started to pick up the pace, bobbing her head up and down along my member. The sensation was intoxicating. She held the base of my shaft with one hand and worked her mouth up and down that shaft, closing her eyes with concentration.

She pulled off and stroked me rapidly with with her hand, smiling up at me. She loves seeing what her blowjobs do to me. After a few more strokes, she placed me back into her mouth. For several minutes, she continued this pattern, bobbing her head back and forth along the length of my manhood then pulling off and stroking me with her hands. “Are you close?” she asked, looking up at me and stroking my dick. “Almost,” I managed to get out. She then put both hands on my dick and started giving me a great handjob. Faster and faster she stroked, watching my face intently as she pulled me closer and closer to climax. Then she slowed down, took my hand and placed it on my dick. I began stroking myself as she got down on her knees in front of me and looked up. Her hands were on my hips and she stared up at me with those eyes.

I felt myself at the threshold of a climax. With a groan, I placed a hand on the side of her head, and before I could say a word, she took me all the way into her mouth. Shortly after her lips closed around my penis, I exploded, shooting ropes of cum into her mouth. She took several spurts of my semen, then pulled off and the rest of my load shot onto her chest. She spit it out, then I helped her up. “Does it bother you that I don’t swallow?” she asked. “I love you,” I said. “And that was amazing, even if you didn’t swallow.” And so I will leave you with this, dear reader. My wife and I love to try new things, but we respect each other’s boundaries about those things with which we aren’t comfortable. And this has helped our sex life to develop into the beautiful condition that it is in today.

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