I have come home from my day at work, and as usual you are there to greet me. This time you have a mischievous smile on your face. After a brief embrace, you tell me to go relax and take a shower, and that you have a surprise for me.
I am only in the shower for a few minutes, when the curtain is pushed to the side and you step in with me. Again we embrace. The hot water turning our flesh red from the heat, we lock in a passionate kiss. Our hands struggle to touch every part of our partners body at once. Your hand wanders lower and grasps my cock. You can feel it coming to life in your hand.
All at once you separate yourself from me. You grab the soap and begin washing my chest, and my arms. Despite my protests as I attempt in vain to kiss your neck and breasts, you turn me to face away from you, and begin to wash my back. Leaning down to wash my legs, you reach around my body and begin to wash my cock. As you continue this soapy massage, you stand and push your breasts against my back. Our skin is slick from the suds. Your arms entwining my body, you stroke me while lightly biting into my back and shoulders. As you feel the orgasm building inside me, you turn me around and take me deep in your mouth. The water still spraying down on us, as you fluidly alternate stroking and sucking me. I let you know I am about to cum by grabbing the back of your head. You force my rigid length far down your throat, feeling the pulse as I empty my load directly into you.
Gently, you continue to stroke me. Licking my tip to make sure you have every drop. I semi-collapse against the shower wall. Clearly spent.
Standing, you kiss me on the cheek and whisper in my ear "Don't be long. There is more". You smile at me again as you leave the shower.
I take my time finishing my shower, and drying off. I don't bother getting dressed before I walk to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, you see me in the doorway and subtly put your hand up as if to say "wait". I do as directed, waiting to see what happens next.
I realize there is someone else in the room. It's a woman. Her back is to me as she approaches the bed. I am not sure if she is aware of my presence, but she has not acknowledged that I am there.