Recently, my wife and I were staying in a hotel in Central Pennsylvania. We were in town for a wedding. The morning of the wedding, my wife Sue arose first, bumped me slightly and said she was going to get a shower. I would go next, then we'd head down to breakfast, then off to the venue where the wedding was. The room was dark, the large heavy curtain drawn across the large window, but I could see the sunlight around the edges peeking through. I rolled over to catch a couple more minutes rest, but I heard some activity outside of our room door in the hallway, so I got up and walked over to the door. All it ended up being was one of the hotel staff sliding the morning paper under the door.
I left it where it was and headed back down the small hallway towards the room area back to bed but decided to stop at the sink and make sure my shaving stuff was out and ready to go when the shower became mine. This hotel we were staying in was older, nice, but older. As you came in the door to the room you walked back in down a small hallway. The bathroom was off to the right, the toilet and tub separated by a doorway, and outside of that a small alcove with the sink on one side, and directly across from that a closet with full length mirrored doors. A small area, but enough for one person. Sue had pushed the door to the tub/toilet area partially closed, but not shut. I prepped my shaving stuff along the sink, but the room still being dark, I could barely see what I was doing, the only light coming from a crack in the partially closed bathroom door.
Now, I don't mind telling you I think my wife looks good naked. So, feeling morning horny I thought why not peek through that door and see how her shower was going. I'm never opposed to having a voyeuristic look now and then. Conveniently, the door to the bathroom opens in to the left, the tub just to the right, length wise, the toilet next to that. The shower was running, I could hear water being displaced. The back of the tub is just inside the door, and like most hotels I've ever been in, the shower curtain is always too short for the tub. I could see into the rear of the tub, around the shower curtain, Sue was standing about halfway up the tub, her back to me, water running over her head, wetting her long brown hair, down her back and over that luscious full ass of hers, rinsing soapy body wash off. She had her hands in front of her, continuing to rinse off soap.
Now, we're both in our mid-fifties, been married for twenty-eight years. Sue is fifty-eight, curvy in the right places, not fat, but curvy. We both have a little gut, she from having kids, me from having beers. Our sex lives have been great, although she tends to be prudish. I have many fantasies concerning her, and I've often told her some of them while we're going at it and she's good and excited. Everything from threesomes, moresomes, to bi female stuff. She tends to just giggle unsurely or answer,