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.
