The Shared Bath

Author note: This is my entry for the

Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024

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However many times we'd done it, somehow I was never quite prepared for how intense the sensation was when my husband Nathan pushed the entire length of his hard, bare cock deep into my pussy.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, burying my head in the pillow and breathing in the nostalgic scent of my mum's fabric conditioner.

"Fuck, Sadie," Nathan murmured, his body weight pinning me down onto the mattress as he lay on top of me. We'd always had difficulties doing doggy-style because Nathan was almost a foot taller than me, so there was a major mismatch in leg lengths. Through trial and error, we'd established that me lying flat on my front with him on top of me was the easiest way to do it from behind. I had no idea if this position had a name, but in my head I thought of it as reverse-missionary.

Nathan pulled his cock halfway out of me, lifting his hips, then pushed back in firmly, making me moan into the pillow again, the noise muffled. The blinds in my childhood bedroom were drawn so the room was dim, even in the middle of the day, which helped me to trick my brain into not obsessing about the fact that my parents were busy cleaning downstairs. Being overheard during sex was both my biggest fear and my biggest fantasy: I felt weird even flirting with Nathan unless there was no chance of being overheard, but quite a few of my favourite fantasies revolved around either being overheard masturbating and someone joining in, or being overheard during sex and someone joining in. Conflicted didn't even begin to describe how I felt about it.

The reason I was letting my husband pick up speed and fuck me faster in a house which wasn't completely empty was simple: for the past few months, we'd begun trying to conceive. It was the most tragically standard relationship arc in the world: we'd got married in the summer; I'd raised the idea during the honeymoon; and months later, Nathan had said he was ready and we'd stopped using condoms. I'd discovered then all the rules that governed trying for a baby and unfortunately for us, my fertile window coincided with going back to my parents' house for Christmas. Although my preference would have been to pause things for a month, I wasn't going to let any chances slip by.

"Mm, fuck, you're so tight," Nathan groaned into my ear, his forearms digging into the bed either side of my head. He shifted his weight slightly as he fucked me, trapping a strand of my hair under his arm, and I had to reach up and tug it free.

00"Fuck 0me," I whispered, enjoying this but also hoping he didn't need too much longer before he came inside me. I'd got him throbbing hard with a silent but sexy handjob while we snogged, which usually meant he'd explode inside me quite fast.

"Yes, Sadie, yes," he grunted, pounding into me harder. The mattress bounced underneath us, years of use meaning it was getting soft, and I had to push my hips back into him so he could keep up the steady rhythm. The feeling of his body slapping into me from behind, his hips bumping my arse, was the best thing about this position, and I had to smother another long moan in the pillow.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting close."

"Knock me up, babe."

"Fuck. Okay."

"Put a baby in me, please."

"Fuck yes."

"I want to get pregnant."

"Mm fuck, Sadie-"

With a little groan of satisfaction, Nathan went rigid on top of me, buried deep in my pussy, and I lay still, pressing back into him as he came. He jerked a little, twice, tiny movements that were magnified a hundred times through my pussy, and then he sucked in a big breath and gasped.

"I love you," he said, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you too," I replied, mumbling a little as my head was still in full-on sex mode.

He climbed off me, making me bite my lip as his cock slid back out of me, and I just lay still as he bustled around finding his discarded clothes. I was in absolutely no rush to clean up his cum, figuring that the longer it stayed in there, the better our chances were, but I was also becoming increasingly aware of the noise of Mum vacuuming somewhere downstairs.

"If I go to the bathroom, is the coast clear?" I hissed to Nathan, who was pulling his socks back on.

"I'll check." He stuck his head out of my bedroom door, looked both ways, then back at me. "All clear."

The major flaw in my parents' house was the bedroom to bathroom ratio. They'd put up a two-bedroom extension, turning three bedrooms into five, but never put in a second bathroom. My teenage years, growing up as the youngest of three, involved a lot of hopping from foot to foot outside the bathroom door while my sister, Tessa, took an hour-long shower before a date. Of course, once we'd all moved out and they were in a position to do something about it, my parents didn't need an extra bathroom any longer.

As I was cleaning up using the sink (a shower would make it far too obvious what we were up to) I thought about sex with Nathan. We'd always had fun together and we were very compatible: he probably wanted to have sex a bit more often than I did, but he took care of that by wanking over the handful of nudes I'd sent him since we started dating, which he thought he had cleverly hidden on his phone. But one time he forgot to close them, and when we were in the car later and I unlocked his phone to check the navigation, I was confronted with a picture of my own tits. I felt slightly affronted by how much he'd zoomed in on them; they were A-cups, sure, but you didn't need a

magnifying glass

for fuck's sake. Anyway, I hadn't said anything and I'd closed it for him, relieved they were my tits and not his ex's or something.

Now we were trying, though, we were having sex more often, especially around my fertile window, and it was becoming... well, being honest, it was less fun. It still felt good, but because everything had to lead up to him coming inside me, the foreplay had got a bit predictable. He hadn't fingered me, or eaten my pussy, at all recently. On the other hand, I hadn't sucked his cock either. It just felt too exhausting to do any of those things when the 'official advice' was to have sex as much as possible. It sounded amazing: who doesn't want to have tons of sex? But the reality was a lot of quickies; a lot of trying hard to get myself in the right mental space, and a lot of trying to get

him

hard when he was sleepy or hungry or hungover.

We'd found the best routine, if you could call it that, was a handjob to get him ready, and then we went for it. It was okay, but really, my frustration was that I usually didn't orgasm and left the bedroom more horny than I'd gone in. Just like now: trying to get washed up to rejoin the family, I wished I had fifteen minutes alone to make myself cum. I even had my vibrator in my makeup bag. But, in the only bathroom in the house, there was far too much risk of an interruption, and I was in a rush anyway. So I pulled my knickers back up my legs, pleased we'd had sex and ticked off another conception attempt, but frustrated at not getting any release.

It wasn't really Nathan's fault, I reflected as I gave my appearance a final once-over in the mirror. I knew he'd give me all the attention I wanted if we had the chance. But between work and family and everything else in life... Well, maybe there would be more time after Christmas. I could arrange an entirely free day where we could spend the whole time in bed.

My hair brushed so it wasn't sex hair any more, I slipped the hairband off my wrist and tied it up into a ponytail. I didn't usually like ponytails, because they didn't suit my slim figure, but experience had taught me that loose hair and my nephews were not a good mixture. Satisfied with how I looked, I let myself out of the bathroom and headed downstairs.

"You okay, love?" Mum asked when she saw me. "Nathan said you were just freshening up a little."

"Yeah, I was just feeling a bit tired," I told her, blinking hard to try and sell it.

"Modern life is so hectic," she said sympathetically. "I would say you could get an early night, but Christmas Eve never seems to end."

"I'll be fine. A couple of drinks and I'll perk up with Christmas spirit."

She laughed. "That's my girl. If you want-"

The doorbell rang, interrupting her. Then it rang again, and then began ringing constantly, and then we heard raised voices outside.

"How would you like it if someone came and rang our doorbell constantly?" my brother Liam, the eldest, scolded his son Gavin, while his other child, Sam, kicked his trainers against the brick wall of the house.

"Hello everyone!" Mum said cheerfully, holding her arms out wide so the boys could charge over to her for a hug.

"Nanny!"

Kids momentarily distracted, Liam took his chance to give me a tired smile and pull me into a hug. "Hi Sadie, nice to see you," he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"Hi Liam. Good trip?"

He laughed bitterly. "Usual chaos. Someone's tablet didn't get packed, so the first hour was a blazing row about whose turn it was to have the other one. Never have kids."

I laughed nervously, trying not to think about Nathan on top of me twenty minutes ago.

Esther, my sister-in-law, was bringing bags from the car, dark circles under her eyes.

"Let me give you a hand," I offered, rushing over.

"Oh, don't bother. What's the point of having men around if not to carry luggage?" she joked, giving me a quick hug, her arms still full. "Let's get the kettle on instead. I think I'll die if I don't get some coffee in the next ten minutes."

Liam and Nathan were dispatched to empty the car. Dad boiled the kettle and fussed around in the kitchen while Mum entertained the boys with that indefatigable energy that grandparents have for their grandchildren. I was lucky: Esther and I settled onto the sofa, catching up. We were a close family, especially the women, and when Liam had introduced us to Esther, it had taken us quite a while to warm to her. But she did her best and, most importantly, Liam adored her. She was more staid than our family were used to, but she was fun when she loosened up a bit.

"I am so glad to be here," Esther said, lying her head back on the sofa cushion and sighing. "Travel with the kids is always so draining. I have no idea how I'd manage it without Liam; he has the magic touch with the boys."

"Look who I found," Liam said, sticking his head around the door into the living room, apparently summoned by the mention of his name.

"Hi!" my sister Tessa said, bursting into the room behind him. "We must've only been a minute or two behind you in the car."

Esther and I got up to say hello, interrupted halfway through by Dad bringing hot drinks and then grumbling to himself as he went back to the kitchen to make more for Tessa and her husband, Adam, who came in a moment later, carrying their four-year-old son Dan, who had some kind of chocolate all round his mouth.

"Let me hold him so you can find a cloth," I offered, Dan grinning at me with chocolatey teeth.

"Thanks, Sadie. He's a terror at the moment, you can't take your eyes off him," Adam said, passing him over. My knees buckled under the weight of him.

"Wow, you've got bigger since I last saw you," I commented, smiling at him.

"He's like his dad: lanky and chunky," Tessa said, shaking her head. In fact, amongst the entire family, it was only me that had got my mum's petite gene. Dad was six feet and burly; Liam was made in exactly the same mould; and even Tessa was tall and curvy. On top of that, Esther was willowy and both Adam and Nathan were above average height, so it really was just me and mum against the rest of them, including the kids. Gavin was only nine and Sam eight, but in a year or two they'd be overtaking me.

Eight adults and three kids meant the house was completely overloaded. The three boys were sharing the attic room, because Gavin and Sam were Dan's absolute heroes and he was inseparable from his cousins when they got together. Liam, Tessa and I were back in our childhood bedrooms, which were the only places you could get peace and quiet once the three boys got going. It turned out that Gavin's current favourite toy was one of those plastic guns that shoots foam darts, so you couldn't move all afternoon without being pelted with them. Eventually it was confiscated by Esther, who then secretly used it to pelt Liam whenever he let his guard down.

It was a relief, then, to help Mum and Tessa to make dinner in the kitchen, off-limits to all the noise.

"I bet all this means you can't wait to have kids of your own," Tessa joked to me as we stood side by side, peeling a huge bag of potatoes.

"Sadie and Nathan are waiting for the right time," Mum said from across the kitchen. "Very sensible."

I cleared my throat. "Um, actually... Nathan and I have started trying."

Abandoning the potatoes, I turned around so that Mum could hug me.

"That's wonderful, Sadie," she said, dabbing at her eyes when she released me. "I'd love to see all my kids with kids of their own."

Tessa smiled at me. "Not to take away from Sadie's news, but, Adam and I are trying for number two at the moment as well."

This was emotional overload for Mum who, after more hugs and more tears, took herself off upstairs for a few quiet moments to pull herself together. When she was gone, Tessa and I giggled.

"Poor Mum. Between all the weddings and children, she's had a lot of proud moments to deal with," Tessa said, picking up a potato again.

"Good thing Dad keeps her grounded. Sometimes I wonder if Dad would even notice a new grandchild."

Tessa laughed, and accidentally pushed the peeler too hard into the potato. The lump of peeling pinged up into the air and landed neatly in Tessa's cleavage, making her gasp.

"That's the problem with having giant knockers," she grumbled, picking it out and flicking it into the sink. "They get in the way of everything."

Ever since I'd been a teenager and it had become painfully obvious that my chest wasn't going to develop beyond the smallest cup sizes, I'd envied Tessa's tits. Admittedly, I'd always been able to wear whatever cute bras and bikinis I'd liked, whereas Tessa had to search ages to find anything that would fit. But Tessa's bust attracted a lot of attention and I'd had to come to terms with being the objectively less hot sister. My jealousy about that had lessened when I'd met Nathan, who was one of the few men I'd gone out with who'd met Tessa and didn't immediately have a look on his face like he'd chosen the wrong one.

Whichever way you looked at her, Tessa was gorgeous. Pretty, blonde, big boobs with long legs and a nice bum. Every father's nightmare. Adam was a personal trainer and in great shape, and the mental image of the two of them having hot, baby-making sex was pushing all the right buttons in my horny imagination. I shook it off and focused on potatoes. Delicious, starchy potatoes. Fluffy, buttery... now I was hungry

and

horny. It was safe to say that being Tessa's sister was very confusing at times.

Once Mum had collected herself enough to continue cooking, we managed to get dinner on the table for all eleven of us, everyone crowding in. Dad grumbled about constantly being elbowed on both sides, but Mum was in her element as hostess, handing around the dishes of vegetables and refilling glasses, then taking surreptitious candid photos of everyone on her phone but being completely given away by the sound of the shutter. Nathan and I sat at one end of the table, feeling slightly left out as the only childless couple, able to eat without the distraction of either encouraging our child to eat more (Dan) or encouraging them not to stuff so much into their mouth at once and then talk loudly and excitedly about cartoons (Gavin and Sam).

But we were quietly smug when, after dinner concluded, it was bedtime for the kids and their parents had to struggle to get them ready with just one bathroom. Not to mention the fact that having his cousins around made Dan get way overexcited and he wouldn't calm down. The two of us just sipped our adult drinks and pretended not to hear the shouting upstairs.

"Are we doing the tradition and playing charades once the kids are asleep?" Mum asked, trying to sound relaxed about it, but there was a note in her voice which betrayed her excitement. "We could have four teams."

"Um," Nathan said, sounding guilty. "Actually, Liam, Adam and I were gonna do some gaming in the office. We don't get many chances..."

I rolled my eyes. "Is blasting zombies more important than family time?"

"Sorta."

He knew we wouldn't object, since Liam had grown up with two girly sisters and having brothers-in-law who he could game with or play golf with was nice for him. And, hidden from my parents' view, his fingers were wandering up the inside of my thigh, which he knew was a weakness of mine. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand before he could get too far up, because knowing how horny I was feeling, I didn't trust myself not to let him finger me right there in the living room.

"Well, that leaves five of us, which is awkward for making teams..." Mum said, uncertainly.

"We can just play as one big team," I assured her.

Nathan continued to tease my waist and my hips, just where my t-shirt met my jeans and exposed an inch of skin, not going too far but doing enough to keep me on edge. Dad started yelling for Mum from the kitchen, some incomprehensible question about food, and once she'd huffed and gone off to see what he wanted, we had the room to ourselves, somehow. When I oh-so-accidentally brushed my hand across his lap, I could feel that his cock was getting hard, so I took advantage of a quiet moment to whisper in his ear.

"Have fun playing games with that thing in your pants," I giggled.

"You know if we were at home I'd be playing a very different game," he replied, letting his hand drop down to the top of my arse.

"As soon as we go to bed I want to feel it inside me again," I told him, my voice dripping sex, and he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. I hoped he'd find it hard to concentrate for the rest of the evening with that prospect before him.

By nine o'clock, at last, the kids were all safely in bed, two floors away, and the three gamers departed to Dad's office, where the big TV was, with a six-pack of beer. Esther looked shattered when she collapsed down into an armchair, but Mum didn't want to miss out on the tradition.

"You get everything set up. I'm listening," Esther said, opening one eye.

"We'll keep it simple," Tessa said, entering bossy big-sister mode. She always liked to run the game and keep track of the score, not so much because she was competitive but more because she liked to be in charge. "When it's your turn, take a card and act out whatever's written on it. They're all different types of jobs in this round."

"And how do we win?" Dad asked wearily.

"If you guess it first, you get one point. If you're doing the acting and nobody gets it in thirty seconds, you lose a point. Any questions?"

"Who's going first?" I asked, looking at her over the rim of my wine glass. I was either on my third or my fourth glass, I wasn't sure.

"I am," Tessa said, not allowing anyone else a look in.

Family charades always sounded stupid when it was suggested, but once people got into it, it was fun. Tessa was a 'marine biologist' to start off, which nobody got, and she began the game on minus one point. Mum was a firefighter, which was an easy one to guess, and Dad did his best to sabotage being a taxi driver by making it look more like a racing driver, but Tessa was quick enough to get it. Esther's perfect cobra position made 'yoga instructor' easy, and I mimed scoring a penalty kick so Mum could correctly guess 'football player'. My over-the-top goal celebration made everyone laugh, and from that point on the game was less about accurate acting and more about amusing the audience.