Rodney took the front steps two at a time. He fumbled in his pocket for the keys to the front door; struggled to get them into the lock, but finally getting inside the house.
He was late; the sun was already setting, warm light glowed through the house's windows.
Elaine ran downstairs to meet him as he shucked off his coat.
"You're late," she playfully scolded.
"I know, I know. Work. I'm sorry," he managed before she embraced him and gave him a long, loving kiss.
"She's supposed to be here in a few minutes," Elaine said.
Rodney glanced at a clock and pulled away from his wife's embrace.
"I'm going to go jump in the shower," he said as he headed upstairs.
"She's supposed to be here any time," Elaine called again.
Rodney let the hot water cascade over his head as he slowly took in the steamy air in long, focused breaths. He was nervous. Really nervous. He hadn't felt this nervous in a long time.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water soothe his sore muscles and fraying nerves. The water was relaxing, but whenever he thought about what he and Elaine were about to do together -- to one another, for one another... He put his face under the steady stream of steaming water and rubbed his face with his hands trying to clear his head and calm the butterflies swirling in his gut, not to mention his growing hard-on.
The bathroom door opened and through the steamy shower curtain Rodney saw Elaine come in.
"Is she here?" he asked as he began to lather some soap over his chest.
"No, don't worry, you're fine," Elaine said. "She called and said she'd be a little late."
The shower curtain was pulled back and Elaine, her naked skin beginning to flush from the hot steam, stepped into the tub.
"What are you doing?" he asked, a bit shocked.
"What? Can't I join you?" she said, a fake pout on her full lips.
"No, of course," Rodney said, feeling silly as he realized he had reactively turned away to hide his erection from his own naked wife. "Here, get under the water."
Rodney had always loved taking showers with his wife. He loved seeing Elaine's body glistening, wet and naked. As she let the water fall over her body, Rodney wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to him and nuzzling into her neck. She responded by pushing back against him and sighing in pleasure.
His hands roamed lightly over her wet stomach -- one hand brushing against her breasts. Elaine closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his chest as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his fingers gently rolling the hardening nipple.
One of her hands reached back and stroked his leg lazily.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked -- barely a whisper.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" he laughed, breaking the embrace to continue soaping himself up. "I've been thinking about it all day. I'm more than a little excited."
"I can tell," she said, her fingers briefly running along the length of his shaft.
"I'm scared," he said, rinsing soap off his face.
"Still?" she chided, a gleam in her eyes. "I thought we were past that. It's going to be great."
"I know," he was exasperated. How could he explain this? "I'm not scared about her -- she's great -- or about us afterwards. I know we're going to be fine -- great. I'm scared that I'm not going to be so great."
"Oh, come on. You're amazing," she said as she moved in for a hug.
"No, I'm serious," he said, turning away from her to rinse off some more soap. "I'm pretty excited. I'm afraid I'm going to be too excited. That I won't be able to last long enough to please two women."
With his back to his wife, Rodney plunged his head back under the showerhead, rinsing conditioner out of his hair. He gave a start when Elaine reached around from behind him, wrapped her soapy hands around his cock and began to move them slowly, but firmly, up and down the shaft.