A Gift of Shower Head

I'm always most frisky in the mornings. Most of the time, I get the basics of my daily routine done and then head for the shower. Even my daily showers normally follow a pattern. First, I enjoy the warm water and focus on clearing my mind. Then I soap and wash my whole body, always finishing with my dick -- and here is where I take my time. My mind emptied in the first part of my shower, I start to fill it up again with ideas of sex and sexual imagery, I construct sensual fantasies and narratives. I very rarely make myself come. I edge myself for a time, and when I'm too close, when I'm losing the ability to control the tipping over -- I stop. I turn the shower cold, completely turn off any heat. The cold water taking away my ability to think of anything else. My breathing in panicked gasps for a short time, my mind once again empties.

Today, I'm interrupted. My wife comes into the bathroom. A single, staccato knock and she's pushing straight through the door without a pause. At the time, I'm manhandling myself; my dick half-hard. I jump, panicked at the abrupt and forceful intrusion -- I quickly let go of my dick, and hope I haven't been caught.

She sits to use the toilet and pee. Half eyeing my semi-aroused state. While she wipes and flushes, a look of deliberation crosses her face before she speaks.

"I know what you were doing."

My embarrassment is tangible and obvious. "What?" I question, trying to sound innocent, but even I can hear I'm missing the mark by a long way.

"It's not naughty."

I say nothing.

She says, "I can do it for you if you want?"

She moves across the bathroom, almost gliding. My heartrate jumps and I'm close to panic again, and I'm not sure why.

--

My wife and I are in our mid-forties, and we've been together for just over 20 years. We have a sex-life -- healthy, but probably not extravagant. We got together in our mid-twenties, so we both had a past before we met each other. Mind probably more subdued than hers.

Much like most areas of my life, there's a pattern in our lovemaking. I'm of a time where I'm hyper-conscious of her pleasure, always working to make her come before I think of myself. I can tell this confuses her sometimes, maybe even frustrates her. But it's our routine now, and I don't find it easy to break habits.

--

She's standing at the edge of the shower screen and reaches her arms out to pull me towards her. Her hands first on my hips, then one slides to my dick and grips it firmly; the other moves around to my buttock, pulling me in towards her waiting, open mouth. Hot water flows down my head and body from the overhead shower, as she starts to gently mouth and pull at my cock.

I'm immediately unsettled. There's nothing I can do to her or for her from here. A little uncertain as to what happens next, I start to stroke and massage her shoulders. While the raised base of the shower lifts me up a good 10 inches, as well as the fact I'm significantly taller than she is, she still must bend slightly at the waist to be in position to rhythmically stroke and suck me.

I start to pull at her clothes. I have half an idea to strip her and entice her into the shower, where I can reach her and service her parts, as she is to mine.

She let's me pull off her top, then as I'm releasing the clasp on her bra and starting to gently pull at the arm that's reaching around to my butt; she releases my dick from her mouth and talks softly, "Just take this one as a gift. There's nothing you need to do."

I try to relax as she lowers her head, lips parting to take me in again -- I close my eyes and tilt my head back. The temperature of her mouth is the same warmth as the shower water raining down on me, and it creates a weird sensation that she's licking and sucking all of me. To ground myself, and attempt to make sense of the whole-body sensation, I open my eyes and look down at her.

She's stripped to the waist, her hand and mouth working my sex; her breasts swing and bounce with the way her hand strokes my dick. Even though I take half a step forward to protect her from the worst, the water from the shower is bouncing off my head and shoulders and fat drops of it wet her tanned back and shoulders.

Something clicks inside my mind.

This one is for me.

Something a little animal, something deep inside me comes out - I really want this.

This one *is* mine.

I utter something I never thought I would. Something that's not me. I give her an order -- something I have never done in our sex before: "Let go with your hands. Don't be lazy -- work for it! Just use your mouth."

The tone I use, there's no doubt it's an instruction, a command I want her to follow. It shocks me to hear what I've said and the way I said it. A little anxiety rises in me again... but she does as I've said. Her eyes close to protect them from the few random splashes, and both of her hands slip down to my thighs. Her mouth, lips and tongue now working faster to pick-up the rhythm, her cheeks pucker as she sucks that bit harder.

Against what I would instinctively believe, I sense she's enjoying this -- wholly and completely. I can tell this is making her hot; I imagine her own sex twitching and pulsing -- her wetness growing with what's happening between us.

It melts me.

And I let go.

Something that has always been there -- holding me back -- is gone.

I tentatively take hold of her head, one hand each side. A combination of me pushing and pulling and her rocking up and down my cock, its length going in and out of her mouth, makes her gag a little.

Again -- I expect trouble, to be chastised. But she doesn't flinch. Eyes squeezed, shut tight, she pushes herself further down on my dick, its length stabbing the back of her throat -- a sucking gagging sound delivers another layer of pleasure and makes me gasp and groan out loud.

Reacting to my noise she doubles-down, picking up speed and sucking harder as her lips slide more and more of me into her than I ever imagined she could.

I still want more. I know she has more she can give, and I want to take it.

One of my hands moves from the side of her face to the top of her head. My other hand wants flesh, and her tits are right there. I take a step back, she must follow me; she's brought forward, her face and upper body pulled into the flow of the water. My hand grapples her breasts as they bounce back-and-forward, her skin now shining with wetness. I'm not gentle as I grope her, fumbling with her body purely for my own pleasure. Grabbing the soft, slippery skin of her firm dense breasts is a step in fulfilling the part of me baying for gratification.

Head thrown back, my breathing is erratic; I'm gasping for breath with the sensation coursing through me, at the same time as breathing around the water flowing over my head and my face and all the way down my body. I look down at her again and water is pouring into her face, but there's no hesitation, no backing off -- I'm plunging in and out and in and out, she's smashing my dick into the tightness at the back of her throat.

Something unknown and hungry inside of me is released and it's craving more, reaching for more, taking more -- more of what I never knew I wanted.

I close off the hot water. And I brace myself. The last of the heat drains through and the coldness stuns me. Again -- she doesn't flinch. She shows no reaction, though she too must feel its icy touch, she just keeps working me with everything she has.

My whole-body clenches with a temperature so cold that it feels like it's burning me. My breathing is shallow and ragged, as if I'm fighting to stay alive. Every muscle in my body tenses and pops, my skin so taut from the freezing water -- everything in me is tensioned to explode.

I start to convulse.

And my cock pushed so deep inside her, explodes into her mouth.

--

For a long moment, there's only stillness and falling water. My tension eases and I twitch and shudder as she draws back off and away from me. I'm so deep in a well of pleasure, I don't even notice the temperature of the water still washing over me. For that shaking instant, I'm both nowhere and everywhere.

Cum mixed with water drips out over her chin, some of it momentarily hanging thickly before being swilled away with the water in the base of the shower.

Tentatively, I make eye contact with her. Surely there must be consequences now.

Delicately wiping the last of the jizz from her mouth with her fingers, she smiles and says, "Well, finally, after 22 years, it's good to see you have that kind of lust inside of you!"