[Note: This is the second installment in a series. I would recommend going back and reading the first installment of "Amazing Grace" before what follows.]
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"nnhhhmm, good morning," Lisa stretched toward me and kissed my nose. The soft light coming through the curtains of our bedroom made it easier to see, but my eyes weren't quite open.
After the rather intense celebration of our anniversary the night before, we (eventually) made it from the carpet of the living room to our bedroom, but not before shedding the rest of our clothes and deciding to sleep skin-to-skin.
"Good morning," I said, keeping my eyes mostly closed since I wasn't really awake yet.
Lisa kissed my nose again, then my lips, then my neck and chest, and kept moving down until she disappeared just under the edge of the comforter, and I felt her warm hands on my stomach and her fingers around my flaccid cock.
"You're not going to wanna hear this, Lis', but I need to pee before any of that or I'll never be able to cum."
"Aw, you're no fun." She said, playfully peeking back out from underneath the comforter, understanding the situation but staying in character.
"Okay, well, how's this? Why don't we shower together? We can play under all those showerheads you asked me to install for occasions just like this. And then, afterward, we can slide into our robes and I'll make you some eggs or something. It's Saturday, we can just take it easy. Sound good? I promise you won't be disappointed."
I smiled a morning smile and winked at Lisa. She smiled back knowingly, clearly fine with what I had just proposed.
"Oh. Alright." She said, dramatically. "I guess I'll let you pleasure me in the warm water. If you insist." The animated, come hither sarcasm in her voice was obvious.
With that, Lisa hopped up and threw the comforter off the bed and onto the floor, exposing both of our bodies to the cool air of the room. "Nice," I thought.
She ran toward the bathroom, giggling. "See you in there!"
Lisa shut the door and I heard the toilet seat clink against the front of the tank. I guess she had to pee, too.
In the meantime, I sat up, threw my legs over the edge of the bed, and rubbed my eyes some. I was waiting for her to flush before heading for the door, which is the unspoken signal that it's my turn. Once she did, I stood to my feet and stretched my arms above my head. As I stood there scratching my neck, trying to rouse myself, I heard the shower turn on and the curtain rings scrape against the rod holding them up.
When I stepped into the bathroom, Lisa had already standing in our large, tiled shower space that was soon to be the scene of something out of a Playboy special. Or, at least that's how the images beginning to swim through my head looked as I stood there in front of the toilet, peeping her silhouette.
"Honey," I said, on the other side of the curtain taking a leak, "What did you mean by some of the things you said last night? I have to admit that I was kinda shoc..."
"Jake", Lisa interrupted me, peeking around the side of the shower curtain, "we can talk about all that, but right now why don't you hurry up, shake it twice, and get your ass on in here so you make good on what you promised while I was playing with your dick this morning to get me in here in the first place? Mmkay?" She was always a sort of sexy comic during foreplay.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, sweetheart. Don't you worry." I just smiled and chuckled as I looked down at the toilet where I had just finished taking my morning piss. I indeed shook my dick twice, hit the flush, and then stepped into the shower with an already warm, wet Lisa, who was ready to relive a bit of the excitement of our anniversary adventures from the night before.
She and I embraced in the steam. Her body was was the temperature of the water, which felt good up against me. As I stepped beneath the shower head on that end of the shower space, water began to hit my shoulders and run down our chests and between us.
My hands slid from her back down to her hips and I pulled her even tighter toward me. She put her arms around my shoulders and pressed her tits to my chest, positioning her thighs on either side of my cock.
In my mind, I always like to think of how we might look from the side, as if a camera were moving from our faces, down the sides of our naked bodies, past our asses to our legs and feet, like the opening scene of an old-fashioned skin flick. I'm sure we looked great together.
Lisa wasted no time, and started to talk as she kissed my lips, nose, cheeks, and chest.
"So," *kiss*, "you want," *kiss*, "to know," *kiss*, "what I meant," *kiss*, "by all the," *kiss*, "dirty things I said last night?"
"Yes." I said curiously, becoming stiff against her.
"Which dirty things? What I said to you when we were with Grace, or what I said to you when we were fucking in the living room?" Her eyes were smiling at mine, teasing me with how they squinted a bit at the corners.
"Both", I said.
"Oh, really, mister?" Lisa's nipples began to harden while she paused in preparation to explain her naughty self.
"Well, I'll start by saying that it's kind of ironic that we're having this conversation in the shower."
"Why's that?" I said, not quite sure what to make of this, but beginning to feel a rush of hot anticipation.
"Because, when *you* were in the shower..."
"When? At Grace's, you mean?" I interrupted.
"Yes, at Grace's. When you were in the shower, us ladies..." Lisa leaned in until her mouth was next to my ear, and began to speak in a sultry whisper. "...well, we decided it would be okay to relieve ourselves of some... sexual tension."
I pulled back slightly, excited and not quite sure what she meant, though images of Grace and and my wife in various positions began to populate the screen of my mind.
"You two had sex?"
"Not quite," she said. "It wasn't at the level you might think. It wasn't some kind of girl-on-girl scene. It's just that, you know, once we heard you step into the shower, before she put her shirt back on, she... took out a nice little vibrating toy and asked if I would watch while she... pleasured herself. Of course I nodded yes, so she sat down on the loveseat, pulled her sweatpants just off her ass, laid back, and touched that vibrator right to her clit. I watched her eyes close, her back arch, and her other hand press her breasts. It wasn't a minute before she was in the throes of a pretty serious climax. Well deserved, if you ask me. And totally hot."
Lisa had been looking at my chest while she spoke, but now she looked back into my eyes and smiled. "So, naughty boy, do you like that?"
"Y-yes," I said eagerly, and swallowed.
"And," Lisa went back into sexy character again, giving me that look with her forearms resting on my collarbones, "that's not all."
"No?"
"No. I came too." Her eyebrow was raised and she knew had me now.
"You did? Like, while watching Grace get off?" I asked, already putting the scene together in my mind.
"No," Lisa said, slowing my mental roll a bit, "but by the time I had watched her help you cum, and then her make herself cum, I was about to burst. Grace offered me her toy, and I took it. I leaned back, lifted my dress up just high enough to expose my panties, pulled them to the side, opened my thighs, and pressed that toy right down on my own clit.
After I had closed my eyes and put my head back against the couch, Grace actually kinda touched me. She ran her hand across the front of my bra, through my dress, and made my nipples hard. It's what put me over the edge so quickly. I came in less that a minute, too."
Her tone went from sultry to sexy comic again. "After my orgasm, I was still all worked up and horny, but I had pressed the relief button enough that I was fairly confident that I would be able to function in public. *chuckle* You know, at the restaurant and all.
After that, Grace got dressed, I adjusted myself, and we sat down and waited for you."
My face must have shown my approval. It wasn't a full-on lesbian experience or anything, and I honestly wasn't sure what I would think at that point if it had been since we had never talked about her doing something like that (at least not outside our pillow talk). But that women-being-women, slumber party vibe of Lisa and Grace sharing a toy and casually getting off together was enough to harden me until my erection almost hurt and I was frantic with arousal.
"Ooooh, so you like that, do you?" Lisa's hand wrapped around the thickness of my swollen cock that was now brushing against her side and belly-button.
"I think you like it that we did that. Don't you? You like that me and my new friend helped each other out."
All I could get out was a low, gruff "yes."
In that moment, my hot, playful, petite wife was irresistible as ever, but now her sexual volume had been cranked up to eleven.
She put her mouth on mine, and I kissed her back. Passionately. My tongue was exploring her mouth, and I couldn't stop pushing my face toward hers. She was so alive, and everything was rushing for me, too. One of my hands pressed against the small of her back, holding her against me, my fingers were spread and one of them slipped just inside the crack of her ass. The other hand made it's way to her mound, stroking her slick folds. She was swollen and wet, and my fingers easily circled her clit and curled just inside her slit to press against her g-spot.
Slowly, Lisa stopped writhing and surrendered to my touch. Soon, her arms on my shoulders were holding her up, and I could feel her knees give a little every so often. We were both so inflamed with lust standing there under the spray of the showerheads, each producing a strong, continual stream of hot water that ran over us as we played.
After a few minutes, I decided to take charge.
"Put your hands against the wall, baby." Lisa obliged. She turned away from me and pressed her palms against the tile of the shower wall. I stepped forward and sort of spooned her as she stood there. My hands reached around to play with her nipples while her hips ground back into my cock, which slid over the outside of her pussy from front to back.
I grabbed her hips again and kissed her first on the back of her neck, then the flower tattoo on her shoulder, then down the middle of her back her back.
When I got low enough, and had kissed her just above the crack of her ass, I kneeled down behind her and cupped those gorgeous cheeks with my hands and pecked each of them lightly. I even used my tongue. She was loving it and telling me so.
