***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a cuckold story, you've been warned for those of you who are far too sensitive of the subject despite knowing what many LL stories are about.
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Monica waited outside the master bathroom, trying to determine the perfect time to go in. Her husband, Craig, was in the shower and she wanted to give him enough time to at least shampoo his hair and scrub his body before she entered. If she wanted to surprise him with shower sex, she thought the perfect time would be after he shampooed and scrubbed himself, so there wouldn't be any distractions.
She could see through the silhouette he made from behind the shower curtain what he was doing. He took too long shampooing his hair, his favorite feature about himself. She sometimes joked that he was worse than a woman when it came to taking care of his hair. He then started to scrub his body with the luffa, which didn't take long for him to do.
She decided this was the right moment to surprise him. She was already naked when she walked into the bathroom. She stopped to take a quick look at herself in the mirror; she was still a stunning woman for a 35-year-old. Long brunette hair, a flat stomach, and perfect 34D breasts. Her ass had gotten a little bigger the last couple of years, but she worked to keep it from getting too big and stay in a good round shape. Her friends assured her that her ass was a perfect size and there's a man at her office who likes to make comments about it to her. It was straight-up sexual harassment, but she liked it, and as long as he didn't try to touch her or say these things in front of other people, she let him make his comments.
She then slowly pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower. She was behind her husband, who had no clue she was in there with him. By then, he had stopped scrubbing his body and was, to her surprise, jacking off in the shower. This made her happy, as he was already hard, so she didn't have to work hard to get him erect for her.
She gently placed her hands on the back of his shoulders and said, "You need help with that."
"Jesus Christ!" Chris yelled as he turned around to see his wife standing there. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I thought I might join you for some fun," she said with a large, sexy smile.
"Damnit, Monica, you scared the hell out of me," he snapped at her.
"I'm sorry to scare you, sweetie. I just thought it might be fun to--"
"To what?" he interrupted her. "To fuck in the shower? Do you know how dangerous that is? We could slip and break our necks. Use your head, woman."
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to surprise you."
"Mission accomplished; now get out so I can finish jerking off."
"Maybe I can help jerk off," she suggested. "It's just a hand job; we won't slip and fall because of that."
"No, you'll only screw it up. I'll finish on my own."
He turned around and went back to jerking off. Monica just stood there behind him, listening to the grunting noises he was making.
"Oh, Bethany," he said.
"What was that?" she asked, very surprised by what she had just heard. "Did you say Bethany? As in my cousin, Bethany?"
"Hey, when I jerk off, I can think of anyone I want."
"But why Bethany? Are you fucking her?"
"No, you dumb bitch. I'm just imagining fucking her," said Craig.
"Why can't you jerk off thinking about me?"
"Oh, dear God, you're so selfish," said Craig. "I already fuck you once a week, and more for my birthday; isn't that enough?"
Monica wanted to say, 'No, I want more than that,' and also ask, why can't they also have sex on her birthday as well? But she bit her tongue and stayed quiet about it. She just stood there as she watched her husband jerk off while thinking about fucking her slutty cousin. A minute later, he shot his load, and it all washed away into the shower drain.
"The shower is yours now, if you want," he said as he walked out of the shower.
She decided she might as well take a shower anyway, not just to clean herself but to also have some alone time. She was very upset with her husband and didn't want to see him for a while. She grabbed her shampoo and started working on her hair, but a minute later she heard the toilet flush, and the shower instantly got ice cold.
"Damnit!" she screamed. "Craig, I'm still in the shower."
"I took a piss, so I had to flush the toilet. I couldn't just wait for you to be done with the shower, now, could I?"
"You could've told me, and I would've flushed when I finished."
"You probably would've forgotten."
Monica just decided not to say anything more about it. The shower went back to being warm again, and she resumed her shower. As she shampooed her hair she thought about how bad things were going in her marriage.
The first few years were magical; they couldn't keep their hands off each other. But over time, he was showing how unhappy he was with her, and she knew the reason why. As soon as it was discovered that she was infertile, he became cold and distant toward her. At first, he said it didn't matter that she couldn't give him children, but over time, he slowly started to become cold and angry with her. She tried to talk to him about it but he refused. She tried to bring up adoption, but he said if he couldn't raise his own kids, he didn't see the point in raising someone else's kids.
Despite everything, she wanted to save her marriage. She did her best to be a good wife, always giving him what he wanted and giving him his space when needed so she wouldn't be too clingy. She used to overhear his friends say that they wished they could meet a woman like her, and Craig used to tell them about how lucky he was to have her in his life. Now, she hears him say hurtful things like, 'You can have her when I'm done with her.'
Even the sex was getting worse between them. They used to go at it in every room of the house very frequently. They have been late to many family and friends' events because they couldn't help fucking each other for so long. Sometimes their sex sessions would last up to an hour, and they would spice things by doing things such as roleplay, tie each other up, and so on. Now, she was lucky to get it once a week from Craig, and when they did, he would just be on top of her for ten minutes, slamming his dick into her without a care for getting her off. She didn't like it, but it was the only sex she was getting, so she took what she could get.
She had tried to talk him into seeing a marriage counselor, but he outright refused. Instead, he suggested she see a therapist because she was mentally ill. She couldn't believe he would accuse her of that when she was just trying to save her marriage. She eventually did start going to a therapist, but only because she needed someone to talk to about what she had been going through.
She had tried other things to save their marriage. She had taken advice from her friends, her parents, her priest, and her therapist. Her therapist actually suggested that she leave Craig, but she said she couldn't do something like that. Since she refused to leave Craig, her therapist tried to give Monica some advice on what to do with her marriage. So far, no one's advice seems to have been working.
"Hey stupid," Craig called out from their bedroom.
"Please don't call me that!" She yelled back at him.
"I have to go to work. One of my poker buddies, Bradley, will be coming over later to pick up those football tickets I couldn't use. I'll leave them on the kitchen counter. Do you think you can handle something that simple?"
Monica gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure. Craig's behavior towards her was getting worse, and she was starting to lose it.
"Yes, dear, I got it," she replied. Ultimately, she decided that it was best to remain calm and not make the situation worse by yelling back at him.
She suddenly found herself getting horny again and figured this was the best time to masturbate. She played with herself a little before taking the shower massage head from its hook and using it on her pussy. Over the last couple of years, she has found herself in this position many times. Since Craig wasn't satisfying her needs, she had to take care of her own. To get herself off, she thought about hooking up with a variety of men, such as a couple of favorite celebrities, an ex-boyfriend, a cop she once saw walking down the street, and so on. She finally got herself off by thinking about that cute guy at the gym who's always winking at her.
When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off as best she could. She then wrapped the towel around her body and pushed her damp hair back. She walked into the bedroom and picked up the clothes she took off before she tried to surprise her husband and put them in the laundry basket. She then took the basket downstairs towards the laundry room, having to walk past the front door.
She stopped suddenly when the doorbell rang. She looked over and saw Bradley through the narrow side window next to the door, waving at her. He arrived a lot earlier than she expected him to. She held up the laundry basket with one hand and held up one finger at him to let him know that she would be with him in a minute and he nodded to signal that he understood.
She quickly put the laundry in the washing machine so she could answer the door. Just before she left the laundry room, she realized that she was still wearing that towel. She thought about changing into something quickly, but she couldn't just run up the stairs and keep Bradley waiting. She realized she would just have to answer the door wearing just that towel.
Before she went to answer the door she decided she should at least fix herself up a little for Bradley. He was one of her husband's most flirtatious friends, always giving her compliments whenever he saw her. Right now, with how shitty Craig had made her feel, she was looking forward to some light flirtation, especially from a handsome man like Bradley, to make herself feel better. He was younger than her, just 30-years-old; he was tall, with dark hair and a short beard, and was also very muscular, much like a football player.
She fixed up her towel so she could show off some extra cleavage on top to give him something to look at. She was lucky that she was wearing a towel that was also short enough that it could show off plenty of her legs. There was nothing she could do about her wet hair, so she just pushed it back a little to show off more of her face. The wet hair went well with the towel look she was using, so it worked for her.
She didn't have a mirror to check herself out, but she figured she was pulling off the perfect sexy, semi-naked woman look and was hoping he would at least make a pass at her. She knew it was wrong for a married woman to let another man try to make a move on her, but she wasn't going to fuck him, she was only going to get some male attention that she desperately craved. If he made a move on her, she would just politely turn him down, and that would be all.
She casually walked to the front door, making sure he wouldn't noticed how excited she was to see him. She then opened the door wide so he could get a good look at her in the towel, especially with her breasts pooping out on top.
"Hey Bradley," she said with a big smile. "I haven't seen you in a while."
"Hey Monica," he replied. "Yes, it's been at least a few weeks. You're looking good as always."
"Oh please, I'm a total mess," she replied, then faked a ditzy laugh.
He was obviously checking her out, from head to toe. Monica played dumb with how much he was looking at her tits; she wanted him to look and glad that it was working.
"Did I come at a bad time?" he asked.
"No, I was just doing some laundry," she replied. "What brings you by?"
"I'm getting some football tickets from your husband. He said he'd leave them here with you."
