Jake was in town for a week visiting family and friends that he hadn't seen in over a decade. My husband, Taylor, happened to be one of them. They were best friends in high school but Jake had moved away shortly after graduating. They had kept in touch over the years and when Jake said that he was coming for a visit, my husband offered him our spare bedroom, to help him save some cash on the trip.
I had never met Jake before in person, but I was friends with him on facebook and present on most of the frequent calls that he had with Taylor. Because of this, I was aware of what he looked like and we had a playful banter that we had built up over the years. Nothing remotely sexual, just playful jabs and pokes that we made at each other. I was really looking forward to his visit since it was going to make my husband pretty happy.
When Jake arrived, I was at work and hubby picked him up from the airport and helped him get settled into the guest room, which is in the basement. By the time I got home, Jake was out visiting his family, so I didn't get to meet him in person the first day, but I had taken the rest of the week off, just to be available if we all wanted to go do something (plus it was a good excuse to get away from the office).
When I woke up the next day, both Jake and Taylor were still asleep, so I went out to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast as quietly as I could. I was just finishing up when Taylor came out and kissed me good morning. We sat in the living room making small talk about the week. No plans were set in stone yet, but it sounded like Jake had set aside the next day and the day before he left to just hang around our house.
Since we were not slated to do anything that day, I excused myself and decided to take advantage of the day off to get an early morning workout in. I changed into some loose shorts, sports bra and a big t-shirt and left for the gym. When I got home I was ready to take a shower. I don't like taking one at the gym since they tend to be very busy, and I like to take my time in the shower if you know what I mean. But as I came in the door I heard the shower running. This made my heart sink a little since we only have one shower. It meant I would have to wait if it was Jake in the shower. I took my shoes off and started heading towards our bedroom, which is past the bathroom, and I noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. This is normally how we shower since the cat is not really fond of closed doors, so I thought maybe it was Taylor in the shower and I could join him.
I slowly opened the door to the bathroom wider and quickly realized that it was not Taylor in the shower. Last year we had decided to get new doors for our old shower bath combo, and they are crystal clear. This allowed me to give Taylor a show every once in a while and I really enjoyed the new doors. It came with an added bonus that just became available, since I could now see Jake lathering in the shower in full HD so to speak. He was facing away from the shower head looking down and most of his body was covered in soap as the water hit his back and ran down his ass. He had the leg closest to me up on the side of the bath and one hand was hidden behind that leg as his other hand lathered up his chest.
Now, I know I should have just closed the door and went about my business, but he had a nice body and curiosity got the better of me, so I stood there carefully watching, hidden behind the mostly closed door. Jake's hands continued to work on his body, one hidden behind his leg for several long moments. It was becoming more obvious the longer his hand remained hidden, that he was doing more than just a wash between his legs. I was pretty sure that he was pleasing himself in our shower while I watched. I was getting turned on as I watched, the act of doing something that I was not supposed to do combined with frustration at his leg preventing me from seeing more had me putting my hand down my shorts and rubbing my panty covered lips. As I sat there idly rubbing myself, I watched his muscles flex from the pleasure he was giving himself when finally he lowered his leg back into the shower.
I stopped rubbing myself and just stared. His dick looked like it was only half erect and was hanging loosely away from his body, covered in soap. It was thick, and slightly longer than my husbands in its current state, but, like, really thick. I wondered if it was just a trick of the light with all of the soap on it, but the longer I stared, the more convinced I became that his gorgeous cock was just that thick. His hand continued to stroke it, but it became obvious that he was not working himself to orgasm and just enjoying what his hand was doing. Since he was not going to be focused on bringing himself off, I decided to stop before I got caught. I closed the door back to its original position and headed for my bedroom.
I closed my bedroom door as I entered and sat on the bed, waiting for the shower. Now this was not the first cock that I have seen since I have been married, but it had been years since I had, and none of them had looked as good as Jake's. I couldn't get the image of it out of my head as I sat on the bed waiting for my turn at the shower. The shower turned off a few minutes later and snapped my attention back to reality. I realized that I had a couple of fingers buried in my pussy as I had been thinking about Jake's cock. I quickly pulled my hands from my gym shorts and busied myself getting a change of clothes ready for after my shower.
I waited a couple of minutes after Jake had left the shower before I slipped into the bathroom and started my shower. Now as I said before I like to take my time in the shower, which means I like to masturbate in the shower. My shower fantasy is pretty locked in at this point in my life, it starts with imagining someone coming up behind me and kissing my neck as they slide their hands over my body before playing with me until I orgasm. It normally involves either a random unknown female, or my husband. If it involves Taylor, it might end with him fucking me from behind, but not always. It's a tried and true fantasy and it never fails to bring me off.
Today this fantasy changed. Instead of my husband being behind me it was Jake. His hands rubbing my boobs as he lathered me with soap. I imagined what that cock would feel like as he pressed himself against my back. That was enough to send me over the edge and I came right then, but kept going. I kept thinking about his strong hands on my tits, his mouth kissing my neck and his fingers rubbing my clit. The fantasy took off, as I continued to rub where I imagined Jake's hand was. I leaned forward, putting my free hand on the wall and my imaginary lover slid the head of his cock against the lips of my very wet slit. He took his hands off of my body as he rubbed his cock against my pussy, forcing me to focus on the only contact between us. Then he slowly slid inside me, my married pussy welcoming my husband's best friend. That was enough. I came again, harder this time, forcing me to bite my lip to stop from moaning. I slowly slumped against the wall, feeling my breasts press against it as I caught my breath. I quickly finished my shower and left the bathroom and my imaginary lover.
Taylor had gone out for something and Jake was gone by the time I had left the shower so I had the house to myself. I felt slightly guilty for the rest of the day as I went about watching a couple of movies and just generally having a lazy day off. I know I didn't actually do anything wrong, but by keeping my fantasies limited to my husband I had always felt like I was staying faithful to him. It wasn't necessarily the first time that I had fantasized about another man, but it had never been someone close to Taylor. I tried not to let it bother me too much throughout the day, but it was kind of hard to ignore the fantastic orgasms I had had from the fantasy.
When night came, Taylor came home, but Jake did not make it back to our house again until after we had gone to bed. While we were in bed, I told Taylor about what had happened during the day. As I started talking about watching his friend in the shower, he turned over to face me, listening intently to my story. I found myself getting wet as I described the scene to my husband. When I told him that I had started rubbing myself as I was waiting to see his package, Taylor put his hand between my legs and started rubbing me.
"Like this?" he asked. I nodded and moaned slightly under the familiar touch of my husband. I continued my story describing how I wanted Jake to lower his leg in the shower so I could see his package. When I finally said that he did, Taylor asked, "Did you like what you saw?" I nodded again and described what I saw in the shower. Taylor did not seem surprised by the size of his friend's package so I just continued my story as my husband played with my wet pussy. I told him how I had only watched for a few more minutes since it didn't look like Jake was going to try and make himself cum and I didn't want to get caught.
