I've always enjoyed the comfort of a warm shower after a hard day. Feeling the water flowing down my body; cascading down my shoulders, between my firm breasts and splashing down my thighs. The feeling of gentle heat overtaking my body and just washing away not only the dirt, but also the stress and frustrations of the day. Sometimes I wish I could capture these feelings; just bottle them up and take them with me when the stress becomes too much.
This day in particular was difficult. Work was long and arduous; but nothing that I couldn't really handle. What made it worse was my new husband, a very affluent businessman, calling to tell me that he would not be coming home today. It seemed his business trip had been unexpectedly extended by another week. This would be the second time since he'd left.
It hadn't bothered me that much at first; he'd made it clear that his job kept him busy when we first met. Something along the lines of him being fairly important in the world of business finance. It wasn't really my cup of tea, and I didn't pay much attention to it.
He'd always make it up to me before he left though. He would often wake me in the early hours of the morning before he left, slipping his hand between my legs and inserting a finger within my pussy. Once awake enough to open my legs for him, I'd find his dark eyes looking deep into mine while he pushed his mouth against my hole; my hands embracing him as tasted me deeply. When my cries of ecstasy and moans of his name became loud enough, I would find myself rewarded with the feeling of the bulbous tip of his cock pushing at my entrance. With every inch, he claimed me as each vein of his girthy cock filled me.
Ooh, it makes me wet just thinking about it. The feeling of his balls crashing against my ass, his lips tight against mine, and the steady flow of cum that he pumped inside me. The soft pressure of his body against mine...
That was almost two weeks ago though. Normally, I could survive one of his trips without too much of a problem. Unfortunately I'd started to get desperate. When he wasn't here, I'd normally tend to myself with my hands or a simple dildo. Ever since I knew he wouldn't be home when expected, I'd resorted to...less civilized means. I'd tried cucumbers, shower heads, hell, even the washing machine. But it all wasn't enough. They just weren't what I needed. I needed him inside me to quell the growing hunger for sex. And it didn't help one bit that my son lived here with us.
Or actually, my step-son.
You see, when I married my husband, I was introduced to his 22 year old son. He was a college boy through-and-through. He was fit, and obviously played some kind of a sport. He was tall like his father, with a firm jawline, broad shoulders and a muscular chest. I would often find him in form fitting clothes, not unlike something you would wear to a gym.
But, oh god, when I saw that bulge in his pants that was just so barely contained, it was enough to make me tingle just looking at it. I couldn't stop myself from staring; I don't even think he was even slightly hard!
And most of all, he was looking at me similarly. It was a sheepish look at first, but I saw the hunger that was barely hiding in his eyes. I followed his eyes as he looked me up and down, all in the span of a few seconds. They took in my face, my exposed shoulders, my tits that stretched the tight fabric of my shirt. They continued down to my jeans that firmly flowed over my wide hips and ass, stopping short of my feet. It was only when he finished his journey over my body that we made eye contact.
His face quickly turned red and that hunger faded from his eyes; immediately replaced by embarrassment. I had to try my best to keep from laughing.
Overall, he was a nice boy, but it was obvious there was a part of him that wanted me. I would find clues too. Every now and then, I'd discover that some of my panties went missing and would reappear close to his room. I'd find pictures of us together tucked away in his room from various family events. He'd even bring girls home sometimes, but he'd almost always leave the door open when they fucked; just enough so I could hear most of the action if I really tried to listen.
There was even one time where I happened to be home alone when they got started. I snuck upstairs to watch, wondering if maybe he forgot I was home. When I arrived at his door, I watched as he had his back to me with the girl lying down; her legs splayed in the air. I've never been so wet in my life, all from watching his cock slam into that girl, his balls slapping on her ass. I loved seeing his shaft disappear inside her, the muscles of his back rippling with each motion he made, and the cries of joy from the girl with each massive thrust.
It was so hot. The urge to try and join them was just overwhelming. I wondered if I might have seen him look over his shoulder while I watched from around the corner; my hands shoved deep down my pants...
But anyway, that all brings me to where we are now; to where my world is about to change forever.
You see, I was just taking a nice, hot shower.
All of that was fine until he started hammering on the door, yelling something about having to use the bathroom right away. I knew there were other bathrooms in the house that were empty; especially since it was just him and I at home alone. Something was obviously up, but honestly, I was horny. I needed a release that a toy couldn't give me, and there was a fresh cock just a few feet away behind that door.
I didn't really have to think much about it. My brain just sort of...locked up. It felt like I was just a helpless passenger along for a ride as I watched my hands reach out and turn off the shower. I stepped out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it across my body so my body was covered. My wet hair cascaded down my face as water dripped from legs,
I walked that short distance across the bathroom and took the door handle in my grasp. My hand turned...
He rushed past me in a blur without a second glance, mumbling a quick 'thank you' as he furiously ripped at his belt to get it out of the way.
