Wrote this for a friend, who was very much seeking an affair (I have a 2nd story about her as well).
The end of the day had finally arrived. Returning home was a blessing, work had been hectic, and you were ready to relax.
Fumbling for your keys you approached your house and found a note taped to the door. A bit bleary-eyed you read the note, “Welcome home. Come in, grab a glass of wine, and enjoy the hit shower that’s been started for you.” The hand written note was a nice touch, something your husband hadn't done in years, except for the occasional ‘special occasion' card. The writing looked a bit off, but being as tired as you were you overlooked it and entered your house.
All of the lights were off, save for a small counter light in the kitchen. You could hear the faint running if water – indeed a shower was awaiting you. Your body ached at the thought if having the hot water ease your thickness away. As you approached the kitchen you noticed a sterling silver basin with a wine bottle stick out the top. Condensation was forming on the intricate bucket which meant the wine would be crisp, but not cold. Your taste buds began to awake, a midnight treat was exactly what you needed. Next to the bucket was a wine glass and a single rose.
It wasn't initial for your husband to get you an arrangement of flowers every now and then, but a single rose was highly or if the norm. But rather than be alarmed by it, intrigue set in, what was he up to you wondered. Had he finally accepted that he could no longer be vanilla? Maybe. It would be the start if something new. A chance for the two of you to rekindle your passions for one another. Picking up the rose you brought the soft petals to your lips, giving them a slight tickle as you twirled the stem between your fingers. The deep aroma caused your eyes to close and stirred that once familiar feeling deep inside. Was a long tease in the works?
You set the rose down and pour yourself a glad of fine red wine. The dark velvet liquor fills your glass, it its aroma is intoxicating and its appearance is that of liquid silk. It’s ever so smooth as you take that first sip. Your lips quiver. The flavor erupts on your tongue. It’s bold, yet seductive, with a clean finish. Ta second and third sip tease you further. You sensation is arousing, and you can feel your nipples begin to peak as the press against your satin bra. Desiring more you take a long dreg from the glass, dowing nature’s nectar in a gulp or two.
This is what you needed, you think, as you pour a second glass. As you move to unbutton your blouse your head swims causing you to catch yourself on the counter. This is some strong wine. Learning against the counter you lean back, your breasts stretching the fabric of your blouse neatly to its limits. The hot shower was calling your name, but you needed a second to regain your footing. The wine was already getting to you. Your nipples were hard and you could feel a growing wetness between your thighs. What was in this drink you wondered. You picked up the rose once more and smiled. Had your husband really gone to all this trouble? The wine. The rose. The shower. It was such a sweet gesture. Even if the sex was a little vanilla, he definitely earned a reward for setting this up.
A smile crept across your lips once again as you thought about ways to spice up your sex life, just little things here and there. As your mind wandered so did the rose. It started its journey on your cheek, and began to follow an invisible trail down your neck. The gentle touch of the petals sent a small. Dover down your spine, and a longing moan of pleasure escapes your lips. Your free hand pulls your blouse apart further, exposing your chest further, the rise finding its way to your bosom. The thrill of having real sex once more was so enticing. Forget the shower, just skip to the sex, you thought. But the lingering caress of the rose took you away from the house, into a space all your own.
The rose could touch your lips like only a rose could. Sweet, gentle, just an ever so shifty brush against your pouting lips. The rise could only caress your skin the way you needed. Slow, comforting, lingering in places that excited you (places your husband somehow avoided all these years). The rise new how to tease your nipples, even through the fabric. It began by sliding between your breasts, slowly moving down until its petals brushed the bottoms of your breasts. It swept over one side, teasing the nipple with a dozen light touches of its petals. Circling the bra clad tit. The rise then moved to tease the other breast. It repeated brushing ever so gently across and around the tit. It then traversed your toned torso and lovingly caressed your thighs, gracing ever closer to the magical space between.
Had your hand not slipped off the counter, jolting you out if your dreamlike state, the rise may have claimed you as its own.
Regaining your composure once again you took another sip of wine deciding that the shower had waited long enough. It was a little surprising that your husband hadn't broken the moment wondering why it was taking you so long. Grabbing the bottle you went to investigate what was going on. By the time your sultry steps reached the bedroom you'd drained the second glass. Upon the door was another note. Ripping it down harder than you indeed you brought the note in closer, as there light here was very dim. “Get into the shower and I'll join you shortly. “ the instructions were simple. Not very sexy, but you figured he had something more in store.
Your blouse fell to the floor as the last button was undone, followed by your pencil shirt. The stockings you write would take a bit more effort to remove, but your bra feel too floor furthest inside the bedroom, and you stopped just short if ther bathroom door and shimmied of a Lacey pair of panties. You took a moment to check over your shoulder, the bed was still made, and there was no sign your husband wad within. Standing there naked with wine in hand you tousled your hair and opened the bathroom door.
Softy flickering light should form behind a billowing wave if hot steamy air. The meniscal water particles dotted your beautifully shaped body, setting off, on their own insignificant, but together a as they resolved sent a pleasing shockwave over your body, drawing you eagerly into the unknown.
It was difficult to see if your husband was waiting inside. The water must have been running for quite a while to make it this hazy. Hopefully the there was still time to get that relaxing shower before the aging water heater kicked out.
You timidly approached the shower stall, the newest addition to your home: an open shower with a glass partition to keep the water from spreading onto the floor. It was otherwise a natural wall made light rough stone, and the floor was also natural, darker than the walls, and also rough, to prevent slipping. It was a beautifully crafted shower stall. It also feature multiple showerheads (rain, soda and detachable) to provide the ultimate shower experience.
The rain function was currently on, sending a steady stream of water in the middle of the shower. Stopping short you check around again, close the door with an audible click and step into the waterfall-esqe shower mode. (If anyone could see you now they’d only wish they could be that water). The water was running streams down your entire shaped body. Every curve was accentuated in the fire light as you let the water fall over you, your hands sliding down your smooth skin getting every inch of you wet.
Closing your eyes you turn on the spot, leaning against the rough wall.for.support as the steam and hot water mixed for an therapeutic mix, allowing you to release all the tension that had been built up that day. Without looking you reached above your head and pulled down the shower wand. This was you’re your addition to the bathroom redo. You wanted something truly for yourself, and only top of the line appliances and attachments were going to be used. This shower wand has multiple functions, Including a 3-speed pulsating shower mode. Of course its intent was for messaging, but you had other ideas. The wand found it’s way over your shoulders, hitting your body with minimal pulses of water. The message function worked well enough on the body, but it was something a little more private that needed the pulses right now.
Your shaven pussy was aching. The wine had helped get you aroused, but the thought of sex made you desire some release. It had been ages since you’d had multiple organisms, and to fight was going to put an end to that. Have that first O now, then have one in bed, and maybe another with old reliable Bob. Braced against the wall, wand in one hand, you used your free hand to slowly tease your pussy, bringing the wand between your legs to send slow pulses of water to beat against your womanhood. The affect was immediate. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure. Rubbing your swelling clit with your hand caused you to gasp and lose a bit of breath – had it been so long since your last masterbation session? Working your clit wasn’t , so you placed the vibrating showerhead against your twat and turned the speed up to 2.
Your knees buckled, almost sending you crashing to the floor. The pleasure that showerhead was immense. Bob was good, but this could be a sweet alternative.
A slender shampoo bottle was nearby, it could do ni ely to fill your ache pussy. It had been too long since you had something long and hard buried in your cunt (Bob not withstanding, even with this ribbed construction and clit licker) you needed something new inside you.
As you reached for the bottle you hear the door open. Finally, he had arrived. It was about time. You had begun to think that he’d set all this up just for you to get your jollies off in the newly designed bathroom. “I was beginning to wonder when you’d step-in,” you say with a slight smile coming across your face. “I was just getting started and hoping you could help me finish” But peering through the fog filled room you couldn’t see much. The best you got was the shadow of a figure.
In the next moment you went through an entire emotional cycle: sadness, fear, anxiety, hope, excitement, and many others. Your heart began to race as the man who now stood before was not your husband. It was the man who’d you only just met online. A younger man who’d professed th he had a deep longing to fulfill the his needs with another, older, woman. After all those experiences tend to have better love making skills.
“Chris,” you mutter, dropping the shampoo botttle.
He doesn't say a word as he kneels before you, water cascading over his shaved plate. You can feel his warm breath between your legs as his lips meet your skin. Soft kisses are placed along your waistline and hips. His string hands steady you, sd he nuzzles between your thighs, kissing and licking the inner half, getting ever closer to your honeywell. Your hands slide Ivey his heath in anticipation for what's to confe. Your juices trickle down your thigh as his kisses and flicks of the tongue quicken.
Enough was enough you needed to cum. It woukd jabbe been one thing to fuck in the short with your husband, but Chris is a different beast. He's a lover. A giver. A pleaser. You hadn’t had the chance to physically connect … until today … it his words had been driving you wild for the last several days. Bob was well used during the nights when Chris would sext you while at work. You don’t k ow how he set this up, but yet, here he was and your hungry for him was insatiable.
Pushing his head between your thighs to come face first with your wet cunny was just the start of things. Slowly you began to grind against his face as his tongue and lips worked on your clit. Sucking and swirling and licking up and down your sweet twat. His rhythm increased as you held his head tightly to your mound grind hard against his tongue and lips. Moaning and arching your back as wave upon wave of pleasure ripped through your body. He was a natural at this it seemed. Which only lead you to wonder what other talents he possessed.
Your moans soon became actually words as you encouraged him further to keep going. The pleasure was intense and he was driving you to climax. You wanted to hold it in, to allow him to devour you more and more, but as he munched on your tang you bucked hard and released a torrent of sexual energy. The orgasm made you swoon, but you held him tight wanting him to to do it again.
He looked up at you, as he pulled his head away and his face was covered in your nectar. The water was washing it away, but you could tell he had enjoyed that.
Breathless you thank him, and run your hand over his cheek. He nuzzles it and kisses your palm.
With the shower still running , Chris pulls you down to the floor. Hesitant to see what he intends, he lays down on the stone floor. You look him up and down, and his cock is swollen and stiff. For a second you think he wants something in return, and angle yourself to take his cock. But he grabs your hand and pulls you up to him. Reaching over he guides you to sit on his face. Another round?
Straddling his head you lower your crotch onto Chris' mouth. His hands find purchase on your hips and adjusts himself for an second helping of your pie. While the stone floor is hard on your knees the pleasure of his strong warm tongue leaves those worries aside as his tongue plunges between the folds of your pussy. With your clit still engorged it’s easy for him to begin eating you out once more.
Grinding back and forth you roll your hips to give him more please. His tongue flicks quickly in your pussy, seemingly happy to be eating you once more. Your hands caress your body, as his to guess works I side you. One hand travels your side and neck and I to your hair and you brush is aside. The other finds a playful object in your erect nipples. They ache too, and need attention.
With that freehand you begin to twist and pull on your tits. Moaning here and there as Chris works his tongue up and down your dripping twat. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if you’d shaved down there this morning, he seemed eager to please. The added ecstacy of nipple play and his tongue was driving you quickly to wards a second orgasm.
Oops and aahs echoed in the renovated room as you sat on Chris’ face and fed him your hungry kitty. The climax built and tolled and finally exploded. Not a torrent of juices but an inner feeling of release and desperate need. This was definitely what you needed tonight.
As your second orgasm subsided you sat back, sitting astride Chris's abdomen. Breathless you merely sat there looking I to his eyes searching, hoping to find a answers on how all this came to be. But his expression , while pleasant was even more mysterious, as a smile touched his lips and a soft chuckles shook his belly. He k ow what you were looking for, but this secret would be kept locked away.
Hands still locked together, neither knowing where one began and the other ended, it was just a magical moment between two souls. You could also feel his eyes piercing through your complexities, and knowing that in the end all that mattered was this moment, he quickly.pulked you onto him, and your lips met. The first kiss. A deep longing kiss. Mouths part and tongues slip out and lash together. The taste of the other driving Chris to pull you in tighter, hands grabbing and lifting you up by your toned ass. The world begins to blur as the kissing continues, never able to get enough from each subsequent kiss.
Chris moves to kiss down your neck and over your shoulder as you grind your hips against his body. The call for more forbidden lust driving you to forget everything but this moment with a you get man. If your husband were to walk in it wouldn’t matter, you were lost in this one simple desire, carnal pleasure.
Your nipples are screaming to be pleased as the kissing and grinding and insatiable desire to fuck all night calls to you. Forget about any responsibilities tomorrow. A night long sexcipade is what you want. What you need. Bob and Big Blue have done wonders in the pass but you long for the touch, the feel, the mind of another living person to connect with on a deeper level.
You inch up Chris' torso just a bit and then lean forward presenting your supple breasts to him . Your nipples, while stiff, are tender need his attention.
Taking your lead he lifts his head and latches his lips around your swollen areola, twirling his tongue around your hard nipple. He sucks it like a lollipop, moving his tongue in concentric circles, which send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. Tearing g your head back you let loose a titter of pleasure filled laughter. In so doing pressing your breasts more firmly against his hungry mouth. Which he devours immediately.
The feast of your ample bosom lasts for several minutes. Chris tongue and mouth consuming each in turn. Your encouragement, and dirty talk seemingly feeding into the moment as your breasts are massaged and squeezed and teased. You’ve noticed several times that Chris' cock has remained in a constant state of erection, precum oozing down the throbbing shaft.
Desiring for more you urge Chris to rise. The high from the nipple stimulation lingers as you mention about being washed. After all, thus was a shower, might as well get clean, even if you wanted to do more dirty things.
Grabbing a bottle of shower gel (Bath & Body's Golden Sunflower), you hand it to Chris. The intent is clear, you want him to wash you with your favorite aromatic cleanser. The smell alone adds a fresh scent to the steaming shower, but it’s the feel of Chris applying it to your body that drives you wild. He is quite liberal with the gel as he squeezes it over your voluptuous breasts. As his hands slowly glide.over your quaking body you reach up to hold the back of his head and pull him in for another kiss. Your tongues twirl and as the kiss is broken a sliver.of silica momentarily connects the two of you. You look up into his is eyes with a sultry penetrating gaze, you chest heaves as the adrenaline within you continues to erupt within you. The gaze conveys need. You want him more than any man before him.
Whiskey one hand rests on his shoulder, keeping g him close, you use your free hand to caress his chest and slowly draw it down his torso, slipping g your hand over his welt pulsating g cock and tease it with a new trailing strokes. His reaction is immediate as he forces you in closer, his member now thumping against your waist, and kisses you once more.
The gel cascades from your body down to his cock. Streams of golden yellow liquid making it shine like atrophy, a prize that you’ve now won. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, holding back a desire to dominate the situation and take you, but is presenting unnatural composure, as he let’s you continue to dictate the events. You flash him a seductive smile, as you turn, and press your ass up against his dick. The hard shaft slips between your cheeks and you jiggle your hips. His hands move to hold your hip and shoulder in place as once again his lips find purchase on your neck, kisses and sucking on your smooth skin.
As much as you want him to take you, you want to save that moment for a.little while longer. And move away slightly. Even as he holds up tight, not wanting to relinquish the skin to skin contact he eventually let’s u as you caress his head and trace a line over his trembling lips. While you cannot see his eyes, you can feel.them watching you. Arching your back and brushing your hair aside you assure him that good things are to come.”all in due time,” you say sweetly and seductively. His hands continue to roam your sides, ass, and breasts, as your pour.more.of the golden shower gel over your perfect body.
Within seconds his hands are spreading g the gel over your body. His hands are firm yet gentle. Gliding his hands between your thighs, around your breasts, the suds begin to building g as he massages your body while also cleansing it of stress and worry. It’s almost unreal that he is here, with you, having this moment. What started as a simple inquiry about why he was sleepless (and posting it to CL), quickly blossomed into this unbelievable pleasure cruise. His words had made your body tingle and now his body was making you quake.
Hands and suds covered your body as Chris ran his hands over the length of each leg, from behind, laying a kiss here and there, and playfully biting your ass. Spreading your legs slightly his mouth once again found your mound and swiped his tongue between your pussy lips twisting around your clit. While soap ran down his face, his mouth munched away at your cunt. He was still hungry, the pleasure caused your eyes to roll. He must have been taking years of denial out on you this mouth. Wanting to catch up on all the times he wanted to tongue fuck a pussy and had been denied by his wife. And you were reaping the benefits. His fingers slipped between the folds and penetrated your cunt for the first time. Still eating g you from behind his fi gets began to slowly pump in and out of your cunt. Pushing back tour hips against his hand your breasts pressed against the glass partition. Soap suds oozed down the wall as moans escaped you lips once more. Cries of “oh, yes,” and “fuck" reverberated off the bathroom walls. This was getting intense. You were certain his cock was.going to slam into you and dive in deep. But as the seconds slipped by, his mouth never left your snatch. He was building you to orgasm again, and you wanted nothing more to give him your sweet nectar.
Reaching back you held his head in place as be to guess fucked you and slipped two, then three fi gets inside your honeywell. Fingers turning and driving deeper with each passing thrust, the room was soon filled with your throws of pleasure. You were certain that if you were in the bedroom, you’d be waking the neighbors with your cries of ecstasy.
Chris’ fingers found your spot, deep within, and started hitting g it with regular efficiency. The climax that he had built within you was about read to break like the Hoover Dam. It was amazing you’d held out this far. But he was working your pussy like he’d known your body more than you did.
With a finely plunge your cunny erupted, spraying Chris' face with a hot stream of your delicious juice. You came hard and came a lot. Your body shook and, if it not for Chris' current position, you’d ha e collapsed to the floor. But he caught you and eased you back onto him. With your side pressed against his front he held you closed. Brush a lock of hair from your face. Reaching up you caressed his face and shuttered once again as your orgasm finally ended. Heart racing you closed your eyes, laying your head on his chest.
Your body shivered and Chris pulled you in tighter, his arms a warming comfort after the rapid escape of energy you'd just been a part of. Two orgasms were great, but the third had left you breathless, and somewhat weak. It had been decades since you'd cum so much, or even orgasmed. But Chris, in his younger years had managed to give you the one thing you'd been dreaming about.
Inquiring about your wellbeing Chris lifted your chin and softly kissed you again. Closing your eyes you kissed back, glad to have this passionate moment with him. One hand rested within his, while the other slowly settled his chest. This was how you wanted to end this time with him. If he had to go, you'd be sure to repay this special time together. But, if this were to continue – the thought talked off.
The shower was still warm, and beat down on the two of you as Chris caressed your face, his nose barely touching yours. He looked at you intently, quickly realizing what he wanted, you just didn't know if you had the strength. Sensing your hesitation he pressed his index finger to your lips as he rose to his feet. Helping you rise, on weak knees, Chris drew you up, and ushered you to the shower wall. You could feel his throbbing member pressing against your side. What did he have in mind you wondered.
Then he lifted one thigh, pushing you up high, allowing the wall to sustain the change in position. Then he lifted your other thigh while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Biting your lip timidly you realized what was coming. Slowly he slid you back down, his hard shaft slipping easily between the folds of your worn pussy. Your insides ache as he lowers you down upon hard shaft.
You give a needing moan as his power splits your pussy walls. Her may not be as big as others, but after what he gave you, the feeling of having him inside you is more than you'd ever hoped for. You kiss and nibble on his neck as he gives you a minute to adjust and get comfortable. Your eyes lock once again and share another deep kiss, tongues engage in a lover's dance as he slowly starts to grind up into your womanhood. Building a steady rhythm Chrus bounces you up and down his cock. Each downward pass making a fwapping sound as water and skin collide. It’s enthralling to finally fucking. Getting filled by a man whose expressed time and time again his desire to have passionate sex with you, despite your age difference. The two of you had connected on another level and now that connection was being unionized. The culmination of weeks of flirting and talking was finally coming to a head.
His cock was driving inside you and you clenched your pussy around it, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you with his seed. If you'd been younger, you had thought at one point, you'd almost consider letting him important impregnate you. But those days were gone, yet the promise of getting your cunt filled with his milk was exciting.
Breasts bounced with each thrust. Pleasure raked through your entire being as you dug your nails across his back. This move soared to encourage him as his pace quickened. Thrust after thrust drive up into your cunt. He breathing was quick , you could tell his focus was now on cumming. Words of mindless pleasure were exchanged. You held him tight as his cock pounded your pussy with impunity. This was finally it. The moment you'd been dreaming of was finally at its climax. Hot steaming gum rushed forth and exploded with an audible groan from Chris who continued to drive himself inside you until every last drop of his milk was inside you.
Pressing you up against the wall his own orgasm finally subsided. He leaned his head against your chest and rested, his breathing labored. You smiled as his privk continued to flex image your pussy. You could feel his hit sticky cum .oozing out and falling with audible plops on the shower floor. Holding him tightly still he lowered your legs back to the ground. You shared another long kiss and held each other for what seemed like forever.
“We should get to a shower after all that, “ you laughingly suggested.