It's really going to happen, Paul thought as he lay on the shower floor with the warm water spraying at him from the ceiling and the walls; it was like laying naked in the rain.
This fantasy was his, but he was excited to know that Sue was very receptive to what was going to be happening soon...maybe. In truth, he really wasn't sure what was going to happen. All he knew was from a note on the kitchen table that said "get naked and get in the shower." He hadn't see his wife anywhere but he did what he was told. He was sure that this fantasy, getting pissed on by his wife was going to be great, if that was what was really going to happen today.
So here he was, laying with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking the length of it slowly pulling on his balls with his other hand while he thought of what might be coming his way. He and Sue had talked about her standing over him, spraying him with her warm piss on several occasions. It started almost right after they were married three years ago. He had been in the bathroom getting ready for work when Sue barged in, running toward the toilet apologizing that she really had to go and was sorry for violation his privacy. She sat down hard on the seat and immediately Paul could hear her pee splash hard against the water in the bowl. He tried to ignore the sound and even Sue's sighs of relief as she emptied her bladder, but as much as he tried to ignore it, his cock refused to.
After a while he finally decided to tell Sue how much hearing her pee had excited him and how he had fantasized that he would like to feel her hot pee on his cock, chest and in his mouth. Her reaction was more positive that he had thought it would be. In fact, he remembered that it was just about a year ago, when they were planning on this new master suite that included the luxury bath that Sue reminded him that whatever they designed should play to their fantasies, including his desire to receive his wife's hot champagne. While she had continued to allow him to listen when she pissed into the toilet, in fact she had been putting him off with just a sly smile and a "it could happen" still it did not keep Paul from fantasizing about someday...apparently that day was today?
While he laid there, stroking his cock he heard the door open and Sue walked into the room, the way the shower was set up it didn't need a door, it had two short walls to close in the sides but since the entire room was designed to get wet no door was necessary. Paul laid still as he heard Sue walk toward the shower. The door was positioned at the far end of the room away from the other fixtures so that there was privacy in all areas of the bathroom. He could hear that she was wearing heels, since the tap, tap, tap of them echoed in the room. Then he heard her voice, "What the fuck are you doing stroking your cock, mother fucker" she yelled. "Did I say you could get your cock off? Stop touching your dick, asshole."
Paul immediately stopped stroking his hard-on and began to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I was supposed to just lie here." Your note wasn't very specific" he said slowly opening his eyes to see his wife. She was standing just outside of the shower in black strapped hi heeled sandals and that was all. Her brunette bush looked full across her hips and as she had always done since they had been together, the lower half was short while the top was long and curly having almost never been trimmed. Her big tits were laying against her chest but the nipples were high and in front of the big mounds.
