Our lives have become a constant list of things to do. We are both independent entrepreneurs with busy schedules and we have a 3 year-old toddler as well. Between all of the time our daily lives require we have very little time for intimate moments, so when we do, we try to make the most of it.
One night recently after getting our child down earlier than usual, my wife came into the living room and let me know that she was going to go "rinse off". This has over time become the secret code word for "Honey, I'd like to have my pussy eaten". It doesn't take me long to get worked up for that, so I undressed down to my boxers, and laid in the bed waiting for her to finish up in the shower attached to our bedroom.
I listened as she turned on the water and began to imagine what she was doing. I could hear as she lowered the shower head to rinse off down there because the sound of the shower water changed to more chambered tone. I imagined the warm water jetting up against her labia and clitoris and forcing itself up into the vagina. I could visualize the water running down her back and navigating the curves of her hips, and the roundness of her perfectly toned white ass which was highlighted by tan lines recently acquired on a family trip to Florida.
The scent coming from beneath the door smelled of the essential oils in her rose and sandalwood body wash. It lead me to think of how she might be using the soft spongy body glove to wash just beneath her chin, moving in slow circular motions towards and around her milky white breasts, causing them to slightly swell as her nipples became erect. Then she moves her hand to her navel area before lathering her slightly inflamed dripping wet vagina. While bracing against the shower door, she lifts one leg while pointing her knee outward, and thrusts her pelvis forward to reach lower and stroke all the way between the crack of her ass with the sponge. Finally, she rinses her whole body once again and steps out of the shower.
She wrapped her hair in a towel, and put on a silk kimono robe before entering the bedroom. I was so worked up at this point that I needed to take a short cold shower to calm myself down a little, as well as freshen up a bit myself. I don't remember much about my shower besides using the shower head sprayer to cool off my raging hard-on just enough to reabsorb some of the blood that had rushed through my body and filled my dick to its maximum capacity.