Surprise

Coming home for lunch, I pull into the driveway next to an electrician's van. Scheduled for 1pm I'm glad to see they at least showed up today, even if they do seem to be running a little late.

Letting myself in through the front door, I'm greeted with "Daddies home!" Dropping my satchel and kicking off my shoes, I love the smell of lunch cooking and the sweat on my wife's neck. I give Jo a big kiss and ask her about her day.

"Great, working my ass off, got soooo much done!" she tells me. Indeed, she looks the part. As pretty as the day is long, sandy blond hair in a ponytail, Jo is as beautiful today as the day I met her. Face and chest shiny with perspiration, her awesome titties are presenting nicely in her grey workout top and I'm lovin' every minute of it.

We sit down for a quick lunch and she tells me about her day, that she shipped the kids off to the cousins and how nice it is to be getting everything done before holidays. I can tell she's excited because she doesn't usually talk so much that I can't get a word in edgewise.

She says the electrician has finished the kitchen lighting, which looks amazing, and is now working in the garage on lights that are proving to be a challenge. I can hear him clanging around in the garage but have yet to see him.

We finish up and I tell her that I have to run as I've got a meeting downtown that I can't be late for. That's a lie.

Weeks ago, I had scared Joey, totally by accident, and had inadvertently started a war. The day after I frightened her, she waited in the shed knowing I was going to get the lawnmower. Jumping out and screaming "WAAAAA" I screamed, fell back and peed in my pants a little.

3 days later I got her back in the furnace room. The next day she hid in the backseat of my car and scared the absolute shit out of me as I was pulling out to the driveway. I had plotted my revenge and would exact my retribution this afternoon.

Knowing she was heading for the shower, I kiss her goodbye, leave the house and get into my car. Pulling out, I drive down the block and park on the next street. Congratulating myself on my sneakiness, I walk back and quietly let myself back into the house.

From the front door, I can hear the shower of our ensuite in our bedroom upstairs running and Joey rummaging through her dresser drawers as she is grabs clean clothes. I stand as still as humanly possible, heart pounding a little faster as I know she will see me if she looks out the open bedroom door and down into the front hall.

Grinning, I know I'm ok when I hear her feet pad across the bedroom floor and the shower door closes with a thump. Thinking of how great this scare is going to be, I creep up the stairs as fast as I can and peek into our bedroom. She has left the bedroom door open a couple of inches and I want to make sure the coast is clear before I sneak in.

Our bathroom, a part of our bedroom, is an open concept with a vanity and jetted tub in full view of the bed. The shower and toilet is just off of the tub and has it's own sliding door. Just to the left of the shower door is our walk-in closet, it too with a sliding pocket door.

Hearing her in the shower, I move into the bathroom and straight for our walk-in closet. I notice that she has left the door to the actual shower open more than usual and thought "good girl, keep the condensation down." Now adjacent to the shower, in the walk-in closet, I pull the pocket door almost closed. I leave it open a couple of inches so I can see when she comes out and that's when I will pounce!

Heart now racing a bit harder, I'm grinning from ear to ear as I'm picturing my epic scare and putting an end to this war with a big win for me! Mid thought, I'm surprised to hear a new noise come from outside of my awesome hiding place. From my right, I hear the unmistakable sounds of footsteps coming into the room and towards the bathroom and shower.

Slightly panicked, my mind races to thoughts as to who it might be? Were Nana and Papa supposed to be popping by? Was it her sister coming by to drop something off? Couldn't be the kids, they were all at their cousins for the day...

Through my 3-inch view of the bathroom area, my world changes forever as I watch him approach the shower door. Seeing his tool belt, I instantly realize that this must be the electrician and am too stunned to even react. He stops at the door and raises his hand and appears to want to knock but hesitates. I watch as I see a smile start to slowly curl his lips and he lowers his hand.

Transfixed, heart now pounding a little harder, I watch from my hidden vantage point as he leans right and slowly slides the shower door open a few more inches. He shifts to peer in and I know that he can now see fully into the shower where my wife, MY WIFE, is showering!

I can't believe his cockiness as he sits down on the side of the tub, and like he's watching a movie, leans forward, elbows on knees and starts to enjoy the show. Dressed like every other tradesman on the planet, his white tee shirt is sticky with sweat and ripped blue jeans are covered in the evidence of many hard days work. He's a good-looking kid, black hair, scruffy unshaven face and bright blue eyes.

Hidden only a few feet away, I am so close I can smell the combination of his cologne and the sweat he's earned from working in the garage for 2 hours. Using his right hand, he pushes the door even further open, and now it's almost half open. I can't believe my wife hasn't noticed and lost her mind.

As if on cue, I hear a sharp short yelp as my wife obviously notices that the door is open and someone is watching. I hear her yell "You brat! You scared the shit out of me!" She thinks it's me! I hear the squeaky sound of her rubbing the water from the glass door as she clears it to get a better look. Even over the sound of the shower, I can hear her take an audible gulp of air as she realizes it isn't me. I prepare myself for screams but all I hear is "Wtf!"

Again, stunned by his brazenness, I see the kid absolutely unshaken by being discovered as his only reaction is to broaden his smile! There is silence. Only the sound of the shower. For what seems to be an eternity. Nobody is moving, only the rhythmic sounds of the water splashing off of Jo's skin and the shower floor...

Part 2.

Every second feels like an hour. I am most shocked by the inaction, the utter lack of response from my wife. I can't even imagine what is going through her mind at this moment. Is she paralyzed by fear? I jump to the realization that she might be frightened to death and that I should try to help her, protect her.

As I reach for the door to enter the fray, I'm stopped by the sound of the changing rhythm of the water falling in the shower. I can hear Jo moving in the shower as she appears to continue with her morning ritual. I hear as she takes something from the shower wall, maybe her shampoo. I listen and think that she might be lathering her hair, taking something else from the wall, I hear her replace whatever it was a few seconds later. Another sound from the wall. Her razer perhaps? I am absolutely stunned at how excited I am imagining my wife, my sainted wife, possibly shaving herself for this total stranger.

I hear the squeaking sound again of her clearing the moisture from the glass of the shower. Is she wanting a better view of him or giving him a better opportunity to see her, a view more complete?

I am able to get some idea of what might be happening in the shower by the reaction of the young man sitting on the tub as he takes in the show. Shifting, he leans back supporting his weight on his muscled arms, he settles in for the ride. His eyes never leave the scene he is watching, I can see that he is obviously enjoying the show. The fabric of his jeans is starting to stretch, and I can see that the little bastard isn't so little. Still smiling, he sits up and drags his left hand slowly, lightly up his inner thigh, settling on his balls.

He is cupping himself and I once again hear the sounds in the shower alter. The undulation of the shower stream has changed. It's not the same rapid constant rhythm, it's now stronger more intense. The sound pulses like she has moved to a more direct, focused stream from the showerhead. I'm losing my mind trying to picture what he see's.

And indeed, he must be loving what he sees. Fingers and palm massaging his balls, his thumb works the growing bulge in his pants. He leans back again, and I know that if I can clearly see the situation in his jeans, so can my wife. Time continues to creep at an insanely, excruciatingly slow pace. There is no sound from the shower except for the beat of the shower as it maintains a constant drum of water. Every once in a while, I hear her shift, her feet squeak on the shower floor as she readjusts.

But readjusting what? How is she positioned? Are her feet apart? Is her back against the wall? Is she holding herself open with one hand while directing the pressure with the other? I am dying to see, to know. I close my eyes and try to picture what he is seeing but the options are too great, too many. The electrician leans back again, and I can tell he is getting uncomfortably comfortable.

Things must be heating up as I can now hear the sound of Joey's breathing. Louder, a little deeper, I think she is getting closer, but closer to what? Is this my Jo? My pure, innocent Joey? The one who I have tried to corrupt for 20 years but to no avail? I hear that she once again clears the steam from the glass walls. She says something that I don't catch, I can't quite make out.

He leans forward, body language telling me that he didn't hear either. She repeats, a little louder, still inaudible for me but he obviously hears. He leans back again, smiling and slowly, pulls his tee shirt up. The kid is ripped and a total tease. Hairless skin stretched over abs of fucking steel, he pulls his shirt up to his navel before he stops.

Left hand still cupping, his right drops to the buckle on his belt and he works it open. It drops into the tub as he turns his attention to the top button on his jeans. In obvious tension with the fabric of his pants, his cock stretches all the way from his balls to the top of his pants. I am wondering just how big that fucking thing is!

And, again like it's on cue, my wife was obviously wondering the same thing. This time there is no mistaking what she says from her vantage point in the shower. "Show me." Not asking, she's telling. I have only heard her commanding like that in bed a couple of times in our 20 years of marriage and found it to be incredibly erotic when she did.

This time was certainly no different. I am hard. My left hand on the outside of my own pants, I am as rigid as I've been in years. I am stunned by what I'm seeing and hearing and completely incapable, or wanting, to stop any of it.

Smile turning from a broad grin to wry smile, he does as he's told and pops the button of his jeans and slowly pulls at his zipper. The reveal, meant to draw out the tension of the moment, must be working for my Joey. I can hear her breathing increasing, deepening. He sits up slightly and thumbs hooked in the top of his jeans, he slides his pants to his ankles.

The pole in his shorts strains at every seam in his white athletic underwear as he settles back into his reclined position. He resumes his play, left hand still over his underwear and around the base, there is no need for imagination at this point, he is very well equipped. Straining against the fabric of his underwear, every detail of his prick is clearly visible. He is back into tease mode as he glides his hand slowly towards the crown of his pole.

Slowly working his shaft, my Jo is slowly building towards something too. Her feet making sounds as she readjusts in the shower, the sounds of the showerhead remains constant, pounding...or is that the sound of my heart in my ears? She once again says "Show me." This time a little louder, more frustrated, demanding. Doing as he is told, he crooks his thumb into his waistband and peals back the taut fabric of his underwear.

A total tease, he takes his time doing it. As he slowly reveals what's in his pant, every bit as big as Shemar, I've go to say I've never seen a unit like this before in my life.

And I know Jo must be of the same opinion. Tugging the band of his underwear all the way down to just under his balls, his thick unit lays out across his lower belly, stopping at just above his belly button. His hand now around the base of the shaft, I can see that his fingers and thumb don't meet his girth, it's so wide.

He now makes some noise of his own. Still with a grin, I hear him make a low "hmmmm" sound as he strokes upwards towards the tip of his thick cock. He squeezes hard, the veins in his hand and forearm visible as he works himself over.

I hear Jo clear the glass of the shower door again and can now hear her that her breathing has picked up considerably. The sound of the shower water pressure changes too. Not sure if this means a position or pressure change but whatever it is, Joey starts cumming.

I've heard it a hundred times before and this appears to be a big one. Her breath stops completely, for a few lingering seconds and then comes the low, slow groan. "unnnnnggghhh." The sound takes it's time to escape her lips and then everything changes.

I hear a loud squeak of skin on shower wall, the pulse changes and it sounds like it's directed at the floor. Her breathing has again stopped. I hear her breath a long "pheeeeeew" from the shower and know that she has just cum hard. Harder than she has in a long time.

The electrician is obviously enjoying the show as he is now stroking his shaft in longer, tighter strokes and his smile has disappeared. By the looks of it, he is close too. Legs stretched out further, he strips his shirt up and off of his shoulders. He settles back to continue stroking with renewed vigor.

The silence that comes with the shower being turned off is almost deafening. I'm panicked that I might be discovered. I'm freaked out because I have no idea what is going to happen next. Where do I go? Do I hide further in the closet? With the glass door of the shower being opened and Jo emerging into the main bathroom, my choice is made for me, I am going to stay right where I am.

Breezing into the bathroom, surrounded by the steam of the shower, my wife looks absolutely stunning. Not bothering to towel off, her skin is soaked with beads of water covering her smooth soft skin. Time seems to slow down as she slips into the room, hair slicked straight back, face and chest flushed a bright crimson red, I am transfixed as I watch my wife, MY WIFE, from my hiding spot. Beautiful big breasts sway as she walks forward, nipples fully engorged, she confidently takes the two steps forward to reach him and says "stand up."

Pants and underwear still around his ankles, he does as he is told. Standing only a few inches from him, he is taller than her, she looks him straight in the eyes. This time it's her with the wry, conniving smile on her face. Never breaking eye contact, she reaches forward with her right hand to grasp his cock right at the base.

Using an over hand grip, she barely moves her fist and I know she is applying a lot of pressure. I can tell by the look on his face that she is increasing her grip as she slowly moves her hand up and towards her.

When her hand finally reaches just below his tip, she dips her left hand to his balls. He groans as she massages with her left hand and, with an iron grip, pushes her right hand slowly back to the base of his unit. In two strokes, I can tell he is ready to come, that is how fucking good she is this. Still maintaining eye contact she reads his eyes and knows he is close, too close. She stops...

Part 3.

For the first time she breaks her gaze with him and releases her intense grip on his cock. Now gently holding his unit in both hands. She steps back half a step to better admire his impressive dick.

I am only a few feet away and I can clearly see how close he had come to cumming. A shiny dollop of sperm has formed on the tip of his cock and sits atop his crown like a pearl. Cock standing at full attention, straight up, my wife slowly kneels before him and once again locking her eyes on his eyes, she pulls his impressive cock down towards her. Her tongue snakes out to touch the dollop of sperm and she draws her head back.

I am stunned. I watch as the drop of cum turns to a thread as she pulls her head back. He is looking down, eyes on hers but wider in amazement. The string of pre-cum stretches and breaks, half landing on her chin and tits, the other down the length of his shaft.

Both of her hands at the base of his unit, she points his unit back towards the sky and lowers her head to the base of his prick. I am transfixed as I watch her run her tongue up his shaft, catching every drop as she works her way up. Stopping at the top, just below the tip, she sits back on her haunches and pulls his unit back down so it is pointing straight at her mouth. Gaze unwavering from his eyes, she pauses and asks "Well?"

"Please" is all he can whisper. He knows she is in total control and he is desperate for her, for her mouth. I can see the ache in his eyes as she hesitates for a second. She is teasing hard, paying him back for earlier. She is slowly pumping him with both hands and his shaft is glistening from her wet hands.

"Pleeease" he whispers again. She is smiling broadly now as she pulls him forward and I am paralyzed with excitement, fear, shock as she opens her waiting mouth. Staring eye to eye, she takes him into her mouth. Slowly working her hands up and down him, she can only take the head and few inches into her mouth. The look on his face says it all though. He breaks eye contact as his head rolls slightly back and he closes his eyes.

Both of his hands now on the back of my wife's head, I can tell he is about to come hard as his breathing is sharp and hard, his forearms tighten, his abs taut. As he is gaining momentum, hips moving slightly back and forth, Jo increases her pumping and is now sucking on just the head. Her own eyes closed now, she is working him like a pro, in total control.

And as quick as it started, it's over...

Part 4.

She releases him from her mouth and takes her hands from his cock and rests them on her thighs. His head snaps back and he is looking desperately down at her. She returns his gaze as she slowly stands and walks him, cock in hand, to the bedroom.

Now out of my view, I press my face to the crack of the closet door to try and see where they've gone, to see what is happening. Heart thumping loudly in my chest, fear of exposure being overwhelmed by my desire to see, I slide the pocket door gently open and creep out of my hiding place.

Leaning to my left, I peer around the corner of the bathroom wall and can see the electrician standing at the foot of the bed, his back to me. Blocking my view of Jo, I can see she is sitting on the end of the bed. I hear her say "Hands behind your back", to which he complies. I see her hands climb up the back of his calves, his knees...they pause as they run up his thick muscular thighs. She continues to his round steely butt and I can see her fingers press into his skin as she enjoys the feel of his rock-hard ass in her hands.

I can see that she rises up off the bed a couple of inches and judging from his body language, I can tell she has taken him in her mouth again. His head once again rocks back and I can only imagine how much pleasure he is getting from this. Although I can't see her, I picture her with that thick, fat cock in her lips and am so hard I have to stroke too.

Risking being found out, I take the chance to drop my own pants and underwear and step out of my clothes. Taking myself in my hand, I'm as hard as I've ever been in my life and I nearly come the instant I touch myself. "This is nuts", I say to myself, not able to take my eyes off of the scene in front of me.