(This story is not quite at the level of reporting most are, though it is far removed from being imagined.)
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Closing the door to the upstairs bathroom, my wife had already undressed and adjusted the water to her taste, grinning, since she knew it was far too hot for me. She stepped inside the shower while I undressed, not having actually planned to share the shower with her right now, though I wasn't about to turn down her invitation.
She removed the detachable showerhead from its holder, directing its pulsating stream over her body. She likes really hot water, though the temperature she prefers is just a bit much for me to handle. As she began to run the water over her body, I could see how the stream would linger when it was between her legs, tending to land there more often than anywhere else.
Naked, I moved to just outside the shower, one small enough to require care when using shampoo, as she was doing right now. Generally, she prefers being by herself, though watching her get off to the nozzle is a more than occasional treat. She leaves the shower door open, resulting in a bit of splashing, especially when she is finding just the right angle, resulting in her caring about nothing else in the world but the sensations originating between her legs, her expression reflecting her animal bliss.
Completely understandably, much as I ignore the sprayed water when stroking my hard cock while watching. I have tried to take pictures over the years, but the camera lens is much less tolerant to splashing, resulting in generally blurred images. Though the photographer is more than occasionally part of the problem, losing his own focus in the wetness so clearly on display.
Finished wringing her long hair out, she invited me in, shifting a bit as I entered, forcing my naked skin to slide against her wet body. She closed the door, my hands feeling her luscious ass, rising slowly to her breasts. A stream of water began to hit my swelling cock as her other hand began to play with my balls. After all, she isn't the only one to enjoy getting off in the shower.
I moved to the back, quickly washing my hair, getting used to the hot water. Wiping my eyes after rinsing the shampoo out, she began soaping me while I watched her tits bob and jiggle as her hand moved over my body, lingering over my nipples. The water jet was hitting my horny cock again, and I felt her tongue begin to slide along my neck.
Leaning back against the tiles, I heard her say 'you liked that, didn't you?,' her body rubbing along mine, using the soap's slipperiness to glide her erect nipples against my chest. She held the showerhead between our thighs, the jet directed upwards, slowly sliding it backwards along my balls. Her mouth was covering my ear when her hand began to touch my well nestled cock, causing me to quiver in temptation and desire. She again said 'you liked that, didn't you?' and before I could even begin to reply, she let the pulsating hot water stream play over my asshole.
What really turns me on when she does that is the water's heat, just on the edge of what I can take, but once it starts, the desire to indulge is irresistible. I began to move against her, and she matched the rhythm, letting the stream play back and forth. She began to bite my neck gently, growing harder as I responded, my erect cock pressing against her bare skin.
The words 'can't stop moaning, can you?' slowly resolved in my mind, bringing back a bit of detached awareness. Bending my head, my tongue reached the top of her wetly exposed earlobe, I replied 'it's a weakness .. you know that.' Prompting her to center the jet on my ass, proving the point as I surrendered to the sensations.
When she shifted the water towards her pussy, it allowed me to return to the topic, saying something along the lines of my not moaning all the time, at least in public. This is not completely true, as during a visit to a Jugendstil sauna where she had to keep hushing me, though that was about the only exception I knew of. At least when viewed through a proper filter of how 'public' is defined - at a bathhouse, I can rarely stop from moaning in front of other men when enjoying male to male sex, though there, I'm pretty sure it isn't really a problem.
'You moaned .. just .. last week' was her slightly disjointed reply, the water stream affecting her in its familiar fashion, her hips beginning to move in a certain rhythm, one we both know leads to her cumming, her pussy spread and pulsing as the water keeps her button pushed, sprays of water flashing as the angles change, her eyes closed and mouth slack, totally turned on.
'Really?'
'Yeah, every time I .. I touched .. your .. your .. cock.' The pulsating water was clearly making it harder for her to think, leading me to reach for the soapbar to begin soaping her sexy ass cheeks, not so subtly letting my fingers play between them. My wife loves having her asshole fingered when she is turned on, though she generally denies any interest in such 'dirty' things.
'Really? I didn't know.'
'You were .. were drunk .. and .. and horny.'
'You're horny now, aren't you?'
Her own gasps were a sufficient answer to my query, along with the unmistakable shuddering of her orgasming, her quivering making my cock feel so good as my finger circled her sensitive anal ring, feeling its pulsing invitation, slipping inside as she began to sag a bit against my thoroughly available finger. She became utterly captivated by the pleasure of her ass being finger fucked, letting herself seek it now that she was so turned on, another familiar game for both of us.
Unlike her toy, the jetting water creates a shallower orgasm, one whose intensity and duration is considerably less. On the other hand, the water stream is much more available, and ever since she discovered its addictive properties, easier to enjoy. For some reason known only to herself (I, for one, don't understand this in least), she only plays with her toy when asked to.
Using our showerhead this way is the first truly independent style of masturbation my wife discovered, and it took her at least 6 months to confess she was enjoying herself this way. She finds this subject much more private than her various experiences with other men, which she generally shares the first chance she gets. Jealousy is not really part of my make-up, especially considering how horny I get listening to her talk about her sexual experiences with other men.
Like with a married pair across the street, starting years ago when she came home drunk and horny one night, Having woken me up to fuck in her particularly irresistible drunken way, she talked about how close she had come to a threesome, until Robert had to deal with the effects of drinking far too much red wine. Effects specifically brought on in large part by eating a bar of dark chocolate, after having spent at least a quarter hour kissing and feeling up my wife in front of his own, her legs happily spread as he played with her wet pussy, his wife on the other side of the sofa. This was then followed by excusing himself for the evening as he headed quickly for the bathroom.
My wife was extremely horny after coming home, Elizabeth seemingly and expectedly uninterested in my wife after her husband left.Though as my wife explained, guiding my cock into her truly sopping and wanting cunt, Elizabeth was really drunk by that point. Though she was sitting with spread legs, observing what was happening, my wife explained, though she remained unsure of how much Elizabeth was aware of what was going on, even when my wife and her husband were fondling each other, tongues entwining.
Not that it made any difference to either of the women later - as a joke shared between his wife and mine, Robert received a bar of 85% pure Lindt chocolate at his birthday as a comment on how the evening turned out.
My memories of that night remain considerably more enjoyable and sharp, even after having smoked an organic bowl while listening to music, going to sleep several hours before she returned. She woke me around 2am, getting me hard quickly, wriggling her naked body against mine, babbling about how close she had been to fucking in a threesome, and how much she wanted a cock inside her pussy, fucking her hard.
My hand slid between her legs, and as completely expected, she was sopping wet, moaning as I slid a couple of fingers into her. Her breath had a scent I find irresistible, a fruit like essence of pure availability. Especially when pressing her tongue deeply into my mouth, hand at my expanding cock, being finger-fucked.