Colette had just left the gym, thoughts of Vicky fresh in her head. All she wanted to do was continue to reminisce on the intense experiences she just had, not to mention enjoy the smell of Vicky's scents still lingering on her face and body. Unfortunately, traffic was heavier than she wanted, making her quite anxious to get home before Steve arrived.
As she approached the driveway, she saw Steve was already home. "Damn," she thought. She had hoped she would've beat him home in time for a shower. She got out of the car, grabbed her gym bag off the passenger seat, phone from the cup holder, and quickly walked to the front door and entered.
The way the house was configured, she had to walk through the kitchen to get to the master bedroom and shower. Steve was just turning around from the refrigerator, the door closing behind him. A beer was in his hand and he was already twisting the bottle cap off. Colette heard the "Tssht," of the bottle opening as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, babe," Steve said as he was walking toward her to give her a kiss.
Colette walked slightly forward, saying "Hi, honey," but quickly side-stepped, giving him a small peck on the cheek and adding the comment, "I feel disgusting and desperately need a shower!" She didn't dare let him do anything more since she knew she hadn't cleaned up since her time in the sauna.
She kept walking slowly away, leaving Steve in the middle of the kitchen, taking a sip of his beer. "Thank god," she thought. Not wanting him to think she was purposely trying to duck out of a conversation, she turned around and said, "thanks for the message by the way and sorry I didn't pick up. I had my ringer turned off by accident," she lied. "If he only knew what I was really doing... fuck... he can never find out," she thought to herself.
"No problem!" Steve replied. "By the way, I hope it's OK, but I had a bite to eat with the guys as well, and I'm actually not hungry. But I'd be happy to throw something together for you," he added.
"This is perfect," she thought to herself. "Oh my gosh, hun, no problem at all. I actually ate plenty myself," she said, chuckling to herself about the double-meaning of the statement. "Plus, I had a huge late lunch. So I'm not even hungry. And hey, I hate to be so boring, but I'm exhausted and feel quite dirty," with that last word quickly bringing to mind many images of her and Vicky from just an hour earlier. "I just want to shower and I think I'm going to head to bed early tonight," she continued.
"Oh, OK," Steve said. "That actually works because the football game is on, so I'll just watch that."
"Sounds good, honey. I'll come out to say goodnight later," Colette said, and she headed into the bedroom and closed the door. Steve walked into the living room, plopped down on the couch, and turned the TV on.
Once inside the bedroom, all Colette could think about was cleaning up. She dropped her gym bag on the bed and walked into the bathroom, already unbuttoning her shirt. She continued to undress, throwing all her clothes into the hamper against the wall. She walked over to the shower, pulled the glass door open, and turned the water on.
It usually takes a few minutes to get hot, so she closed the door and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and put her hands underneath. "I can't believe I didn't at least wash my face and hands before I left the gym," she thought to herself.
As she started washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and examined her face. She noticed her cheeks were slightly pink, with spots where the wetness had dried. More images flooded in of her face buried deep into Vicky's ass, tongue plunged inside, sweat and juices coating her cheeks.
"Yes, all there right on my face," she thought as she continued to stare at herself. She felt her heart beating faster, so she tried to make a conscious effort to compartmentalize what she was thinking. Thoughts of "slut" behavior with another woman, while not wanting to make a habit of it, she was thinking that she might start needing it.
"More to ponder," she told herself as she shut the water off, walked back to the shower, opened the door, and entered. The water was hot, but not too hot. It felt cleansing on her skin just by itself. She turned her back to the water and tilted her head back, getting her hair wet. It felt good splashing against her scalp, water running down her body. She turned back around, grabbed the body wash and loofah, then proceeded to clean herself.
When she finished, she rinsed the loofah and set it aside. She reached for the shampoo, squirted some into her hand and began massaging it into her hair. As she did this, she started thinking about Vicky again. She remembered how much Vicky's sex was like hers, and how much she loved the smell... how much she loved the taste... and it was making her horny again.
"Fuck, what is happening to me?" she thought. She finished rinsing her hair and reached for the conditioner. She squirted some into her hand, rubbed it between her palms and then ran her fingers through her hair. She let it sit for a minute and then rinsed it out. With her thoughts no longer flooding her brain, she did one last rinse of her body, turned off the water, opened the door, and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off.
With her hair and body dry, she hung the towel up and went into the bedroom to get her jammies on. She always thought the word "jammies" was so cute, bringing back memories of young innocence - so free of responsibility, such a sponge to new things as the world continues opening up with age. "Age," she thought. "Well, here I am in my forties and I am still clearly open to new things," as she realizes the entirely new 'lesbian slut' experiences she's recently introduced into her life.
When she reached the dresser, she opened the top drawer and looked for what she wanted to wear. "Flannel? Shorts and T-shirt? Sexy silk nightgown? God no," she thought. "Steve will see me in that and get all turned on. I'm exhausted and the last thing I want is...," she stopped herself. "Maybe that's just what the doctor ordered. Something to help her get her mind off Vicky."
Convinced of her plan, she put on the sexy nightgown and walked out of the bedroom, not seeing that she still had her gym bag on the bed. She walked down the hall, back through the kitchen and into the living which was on the other side of the house.
Steve had a beer in his hand, an empty bottle on the coffee table in front of him. He was still watching the game. "Goodnight hun, I'm heading to bed," she said as she entered the room, slowly sauntering and moving her hips a little more purposefully than normal.
He looked away from the TV and over in her direction, saying, "Good night, huh...ny?," with his return greeting matching his surprise as he saw his beautiful wife walking towards him, hips swaying. "Wow," he said. "Don't you look sexy. I thought you wanted to go to sleep early?"
"I got a second wind from my shower," she said in a low and sultry voice. When she reached him, she stopped at the base of the couch and stood next to his outstretched legs that were resting on the coffee table.
"I'm so glad you did," Steve said. Setting his beer bottle down, he reached around her with his right hand, and placed it on the back of her left leg and started running it upward. When he reached her hip, he slid his hand around to her butt and rubbed up and down, enjoying her delicious curves.
Colette's plan was working with her mind now squarely focused on the man she loves sitting down right in front of her, enjoying his caress. While they stared into each other's eyes, she reached down, grabbed the lower part of her nightgown and pulled up.
As Steve removed his hand, she lifted her right leg and stepped over his outstretched legs, now straddling him. She stopped lifting her nightgown when the material was bunched around her waist.
Steve returned his hand to her now bare ass cheek. They broke eye contact and Steve looked down, seeing that she wasn't wearing any panties. With his left hand, he placed it on her right hip and slid it around to her right ass cheek. Both hands made a brief squeeze of her ass as she bent her knees and knelt down onto the couch and into his lap. Her pussy lips pressed against his jeans as she sat down, causing her eyes to briefly close from her arousal.
She leaned in, put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, pulling herself closer. As she pressed her breasts against his chest, she slid her pelvis forward and down further into his lap. She could feel his cock getting hard through his jeans.
Tightening her grip on his neck, she started grinding her pelvis, eagerly pushing her swelling pussy forward and back against the growing bulge in his jeans. Steve, with hands still on her ass, was massaging and squeezing more firmly.
The intensity of their kissing continued to grow. Colette was enjoying the attention, but she was also welcoming the fact that she was giving it, and specifically to her husband. She knew Steve was getting worked up as she felt his growing erection pressing into her. Instinctually, she had to have his cock in her mouth right now.
She unlocked her arms and pulled away from the kiss. With a quick little hop, she bounced back onto his shins, which felt like a cushion as they rested on the coffee table. She didn't want to wait for Steve to take his pants off, so her hands quickly went to work. Looking down with a wild look on her face, she unzipped his pants and spread open the fly.
He was wearing light blue boxer shorts, which she saw through the opening. His rock hard cock had been facing up inside his pants so she could see his shaft running along the fly of his boxers. She stuck her hand into the opening of his jeans and used the dexterity of her fingers to grab onto the shaft of his cock. With a gentle but firm motion, she pulled his cock out through both openings, feeling it bend slightly as it exited.
"Damn Colette," Steve said. "You're on fire."
She didn't respond. As she looked directly at his rock hard cock sticking out of his jeans, she leaned in, pursed her lips over the tip and pushed her mouth down over the head. She could feel the shaft of his cock sliding past her lips and then inside, along the length of her tongue as it plunged further into her mouth.
She pulled back, letting his cock slide back out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She repeated the process, but this time went further until the tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat. "Oh fuck, Colette, that feels so good."
She continued each step, getting faster and faster, at the same time feeling her pussy beginning to throb. She shifted her hips to get her now soaking wet slit to come to rest on the top of his shin. While she continued to suck and fuck Steve's cock with her mouth and throat, she started to grind her pussy on his shin, leaving a wet streak of pussy juice in the process.
