That night I wanted oh so badly to fuck Krissy, but my better judgement told me to take it slow and make sure things were okay with Marie.
But there were no problems. That night, Marie drifted to sleep in my arms as always, and the next morning my sexy wife woke me up by riding my cock as always. Part of the time she bent over me, pushing her nipples in my mouth while she whispered endearments in my ear: "Fill me up, Danny. I'm so lucky to have married such a stud. Thank you for fucking me so well."
Then she sat up on my cock, gyrating like a belly dancer on amphetamines, her arms raised toward the ceiling and screaming almost incoherently with pleasure while her big tits bounced for me. In between the inarticulate Mariah Carey squeals, anyone listening could hear things like, "Fuck me, stud! Gimme me your cum, and then cum some more! Fuck your girl!"
When I finally came, Marie jumped off me as usual and ran down the hall to clean up and fix breakfast. Fucking in the mornings always energized her.
Personally, I'm not a morning person. I usually get moving more slowly, furious morning fucks notwithstanding. A few minutes later, after Marie had finished her shower and was already in the kitchen, I stumbled into the bathroom and started washing up.
I wasn't in the shower more than a couple of minutes before I heard a knock.
"Danny, you in there?"
"What is it, Krissy?" I asked.
I heard the door open and through the haze of the bathroom curtain I could see Krissy's vague form by the sink. "I'm sort of in a hurry this morning. Do you mind if I use the bathroom while you shower?"
"Uh, sure."
"Great." Then her hands pulled back the shower curtain and Krissy stepped in. The water began to spray against her perfect, teenage body. She smiled at me and said, "I just think we could save so much time if we shower together."
My cock started hardening quickly. "It saves on water bills, too," I said, and gave a short laugh. I took her head in her hands and kissed her on the top of her forehead, then brought her head up so that she looked me in the eye. "You look lovely this morning, sweetie."
"Thanks, Danny. Would you like me to soap you up?"
She and I both soaped up our hands. She concentrated on massaging my cock with both hands. The way she pulled both her arms toward her torso so she could reach down to my groin brought her breasts together and pushed them out enticingly.
I took soapy hands to her large tits and covered them with slippery suds. Then I put both hands on her shoulders and pressed her down.
She willingly got on her knees in the shower. With the water cascading downward onto her head and back, she sandwiched my cock between her lovely oversized breasts and started rubbing it. The whole time, her face was lifted up so that she could look happily into my eyes. "Is this what you want, Danny? Me on my knees, worshiping your big dick? Tit-fucking you? It sure as hell is what I want."
Krissy started varying her pace and movements. She started rubbing one breast upward while bringing the other downward, creating a slippery, soapy sensation that made me laugh out loud with pleasure. "Faster?" she asked, as her hands and tits sped to a blur. The hot water spraying us, the soap, the bouncing breasts and my subservient, sexy stepdaughter kneeling before me were both a visual and a tactile pleasure that was as great as any I could remember. "Come on, Danny, fuck my tits just like you fuck my mother's. Are my tits as pretty as my mom's?"
After a few minutes of fantastic tit-fucking that kept me perfectly balanced on a knife edge of cumming, I pulled Krissy to her feet and directed her to face away from me, toward the tiled shower wall. Instinctively knowing what I intended, she spread her legs and braced her hands against the wall. Her delectable ass thrust outward invitingly.
