Kate barely noticed the hot water pelting her back, running off her sides and butt, down her spread legs and flowing in sprays from her nipples wildly. Bracing her hands on the wall, she bounced herself back time and again, filling her warm, yearning body with the firm shaft. Her walls stretched pleasantly to take it all the way in until the firm balls mashed into her clit and her bare ass slapped hard...
Off the wet tile wall of the shower.
That broke the spell, taking her out of the fantasy and she slowly stopped, unfulfilled. AGAIN. With a dissatisfied groan, she pulled herself off the dildo suction cupped to the wall.
"Fuck."
Not for the first time over the past few weeks, Kate tried to get herself off after a disappointing day from the word 'go' and failed. If not for the regular visits to Savvy and Jerry, she would go nuts. Fucking the dildo in the shower didn't fill the void like it used to. She'd rather have Jerry's big hands pulling on her hips while she pushed back onto him than the uninspiring presence of 'Plastic Paul'. She found that banging out a 'selfie' didn't satisfy, lacking the heat of another body against her, or the rush of cum jetting into her.
Somewhere between the phone call Sunday morning and his arrival home on Tuesday afternoon, Brian forgot his promise to talk about opening their marriage and she'd already grown tired of asking.
Reluctantly she came home on Sunday night to sleep in her lonely bed (After doing some quick cleaning and dumping out two bottles of the crappy wine her husband preferred.)- mostly because she worked in the morning, but also in case Brian got the idea to come home early and surprise her.
The next day at work treated her to a miserable host of new problems, mostly stemming from her own inattention and needing to hear almost everything repeated. But she handled a few small problems quickly and decisively, which improved her mood greatly. She made a quick trip home, grabbed a change of clothes (Once she confirmed that he wouldn't be coming back until the next day!) and spent another night with her new lovers.
Tuesday, Brian arrived home moments after she did, bouncing like an eager puppy. He got the new job on the traveling team to give presentations to new clients and at trade shows. With him on the road a lot, she would enjoy plenty of free time, which worked in her favor. They celebrated with dinner and a marathon lovemaking session that reminded her of their first few months together after they got married and he settled them both into a regular, predictable routine. She only faked half of her orgasms, though even the ones he gave her were weak compared those she'd experienced over the glorious weekend of lust.
The next morning she brought up her desire to open up their marriage and bring another woman in with him at least once. And his promise to discuss it. He got defensive and evaded the question, trying to play it off as though he hadn't really considered it an option since they were obviously so good together. She chalked that response up to his getting home, the high of a new, better paying job and the great sex of the night before. But she knew in her heart that he was going to keep trying to put her off.
Instead, they settled back into their routine. They would wake up together and engage in what she considered 'maintenance sex', then shower (Sometimes together, usually separately.), eat breakfast and head off to their respective jobs. She would invariably get home first- in time to get changed and get out on her bike before he returned. Usually, she would head straight for Savvy's, falling into the other woman's arms for a steamy session of sapphic sex, though once or twice she caught Jerry as he drove in or worked in the garage and started with him instead. She felt absolutely wicked getting bent over Maybelle's hood with her bike shorts twisted around her ankles getting thoroughly pounded by Jerry's hard shaft. After an all-to-brief session of passion with one or both of her lovers, she would then ride home, stinking of sweat and sex but happy.
More often than not, Brian wouldn't notice. And if he did notice her glow, he was oblivious enough to chalk it up to a particularly strenuous ride. Instead, he'd bury himself in some manual that Ricky sent him home with. Or reviewing client information for the next trip. Or watching training videos on his tablet. Or relaxing with his online friends in another 'raid'.
That's what he claimed he would be doing the day she came home from her ride and caught him in the kitchen with his pants down watching porn instead of making dinner. Both hands held the tablet in a death grip instead of jerking his hard dick while latex-covered hands stroked an anonymous cock dangling from a tabletop overhead on the screen. The black woman in the video acted bored squeezing the heavily leaking white shaft and balls roughly in her purple latex covered hands.
Focused on the video, he didn't notice her until she draped her arms around his neck and reached down to grab him with both hands. Startled, he jumped, but she already took a hold of his dick and balls, squeezing both gently.
"Is this something you want to try, baby?" Kate purred in his ear. She once enjoyed giving him handjobs when they started watched porn together, slowly teasing him until the main event and they never made it through a whole movie together. Like everything else in their sex life, that hadn't happened in a good long time. It didn't hurt that not more than a half-hour prior she gave Jerry's big cock a beautiful handjob and then shared the thick cum that filled her mouth with his wife in a sticky, horny kiss. She certainly wouldn't mind swallowing another load today, unlike the woman on the screen who took her hand away and pulled the man's balls firmly down before he came, spoiling the orgasm he spilled all over her lap. Brian winced when the woman on screen tipped her head up and lightly nipped at the ball sack with startlingly white teeth.
"Fuck Kate," he groaned, his member twitching in her familiar grip. "You scared me."
"She's pretty." She ignored him, mimicking the woman on the screen and wrapping a thumb and forefinger around the base of his sack, pulling it away from his body. The man above her already spent himself once and she kept him hard, obviously intending to force him to cum again. His balls needed a shave and a nice steel cock ring like Jerry wore. His dick twitched with his pulse, bobbing up and down rhythmically. "I wonder what she tastes like?"
"Chocolate covered strawberries," he panted. The struggle to keep from cumming made him flushed. Kate nibbled on his ear a bit before responding.
"That's a little cliche, don't you think? Black woman tasting like chocolate?" A well of cloudy seminal fluid flowed out of him when she pulled up on his cock, spread around by her thumb. His breathing became ragged and she knew he would cum soon...if allowed to.
"Can you imagine it baby? The two of us- her and I, teasing and playing with your cock like that? Pleasing each other while you watch and wait your turn? Wouldn't that be hot?"
"Ka-k-aww fuck...Kate, please...I don't want to talk about this again." His voice strained and he set the tablet down, reaching up to grab her shoulders. His balls ached and he was right on the edge of cumming in her hands. She responded by letting go completely and pulling away.
"You never want to talk about it, Brian! It's never the 'right time' or you 'aren't in the mood'! Well, I have needs too you know! I had two long-term girlfriends in college before we met. I was still friends-with-benefits with Marissa for the first two months we were dating! We wanted to have a graduation threesome with you until her dad died and she had to go home!" She stormed to the other side of the table, leaving him sitting there with his pants around his ankles and fluid oozing out of his softening dick.
