The water is colder than I expect as I step into the shower with him. It's
the kind of thing you don't know about someone who isn't your husband of 16
years, the temperature in which they take a shower. As the initial shock of
the cold wears off, I notice John's perfect, hard body. His eyes are closed
as the water rushes all over him. He is perfect. He is hard. He is
gorgeous. I stare for a few moments. I can't believe this man, this
beautiful man, is taking a shower in my bathroom. Although freezing, I am
breathing heavily and extremely aroused.
We go through the polite routine of taking a shower together for the first
time, soaping up, washing hair, saying the obligatory "excuse me" as we
switched places to lather and then to rinse. But make no mistake. I want
As I am mindlessly washing myself, I can feel the sexual heat rising inside
of me. At one point, I gently brush my engorged clit with my hand and I have
to bite my own lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
I am rinsing my hair when I feel his hands on my breasts. He is standing
behind me, fondling my erect nipples. I almost come as soon as he pinches
my right nipple. He twists them with his fingers. Pulling, squeezing,
rubbing. I moan and sigh. It is this exquisite feeling; his hands all over
my breasts. The water is pouring down my face, I can barely breathe, I am
panting and on the verge. He turns me around, smiles, asks me if I am
finished getting cleaned up and proceeds to kiss me full and hard on the
As he kisses me, he continues to fondle my breasts. He is much rougher than
my husband of 16 years. John handles them differently -- he's more
aggressive with them, more demanding. And I want more.
Suddenly he pulls one hand away from my breast and starts to rub my swollen
clit. I arch my back to meet his nimble fingers. He is rubbing, fondling
and squeezing my clit with such intensity that I come almost immediately.
He stops for a minute and I cover his hand with mine on my mound and finish
the orgasm. Then he keeps going... and I keep coming.
After a few minutes, he manages to push two fingers inside my hot, wet
pussy, as he is still working my clit. I am leaning against him, gyrating,
moaning and coming. Our bodies are greedy and wanting as the water is
splashing around us and we are moving steadily to this unheard rhythm.
His penis is hard now. Erect. Wet. Gorgeous. Over our last few
encounters, I have become obsessed with his penis. It's unlike anything I
have ever seen. Except of course, when I saw it 22 years ago, when I was a
mere 16 years old. But at 16 years old, I had no basis with which to
compare. Now at 38 years old, with more to compare, it still amazes and
excites me. It's incredible. Large, wide, smooth, powerful and perfect. I
reach out, stroke it lightly and he smiles at me. I hold that perfect penis
in my hand, stroking and rubbing, touching his balls. I want to go down on
him now, but he has other things on his mind.
It's like that with John. There are times when I just want him inside me
fucking me hard and deep. Or when I want to suck him to my heart's content.
But he feels the need to make me come and come and come. He has made me
wetter than anyone has before; he has made me come so many times in a single
night, we have lost count. He tells me that my pleasure alone is what puts
him over the edge.
He makes me let go of the perfect penis. I am angry; I want to suck his
cock so badly. Sucking John's cock is an exciting, almost selfish
experience for me. It turns me on in such an intense way. I want to suck
him now. I want to taste him, lick him, swallow him. But, like I said, he
has other plans.
John holds me as I stand sideways in front of him. He begins kissing me all
over my neck, my face, my shoulders. My mind lets go. My pussy is
throbbing, so thick and wet. He rubs his cock along the side of my body, up
and down, up and down. Yeah, suddenly my anger about not being able to put
him deep inside my mouth is gone. As he is moving against me, he puts two
of fingers from his right hand deep inside my aching pussy, while his thumb
is still massaging my clit. He is moving his fingers so fast that I can
barely catch my breath. I am lost in this wave of sheer pleasure while
thinking to myself how badly I want him to fuck me.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, I feel another finger working its way into my
tight ass. I am surprised at his aggression, but completely turned on.
It's the whole John "Yin and Yang" concept again. Mild mannered John,
fucking my ass with his fingers. The dichotomy of John. Definitely part of
my animalistic sexual attraction toward him. I am panting now, juices
flowing out of me, breathing heavily, eyes closed, squeezing my own nipples.
I move my ass closer to his probing finger and he rams it deep inside my
ass. It is this intense mixture of pain and pleasure that I never want to
end. He sees me touching myself, smiles and he brings his lips to my right
nipple and sucks so hard, I scream. This is some of the best sex I have
ever had and he hasn't yet put his marvelous dick inside me.
I am lost in his touch. He is sucking hard on my nipple with his hungry
mouth, massaging my bursting clit, fucking my pussy with two fingers and
moving his finger in and out of my tight, yet willing ass. I feel like I am
being eaten up alive by his insatiable mouth and all of his fingers. He
doesn't let up for a second. My pussy tightens around his fingers as I am
ready to come. I can barely whisper out his name. My mind is racing with
thoughts of him. I feel like he is everywhere. In every part of my body,
in every part of my mind. He is sucking my left nipple when I come so hard,
so violently, I am shaking. My body is wracked with the waves of this
orgasm, again and again and again. John is watching me. Smiling and loving
every minute of it.
Now my mind seems completely empty except for the orgasm. But I feel
totally and completely alive. I am in this state of pure euphoria. I am
pulsing from the lingering effects of his work. I am lost in this sea of
John... John... John. John, this amazing, skilled and fucking ferocious
lover. Still dripping wet from my own juice, feeling my skin tingle where
he has rubbed, sucked and kissed it and reeling from that last
earth-shattering orgasm, I find that I still want him. All of him.
We get out of the shower, dry off with thick green towels, smile and laugh
as we head to the bedroom.