As the wheels of the plane touched down and rolled to the concourse, I took a deep breath, exhaled, and gave a little thanks that I would soon be home after a lengthy out-of-state business trip. I had not seen my wife for two weeks and even after 15 years together our energy and desire still burned. I was anxious to crawl into bed and, without waking her at this late hour, drape an arm over her, feel her push her bottom against me, sigh, and both of us drift asleep. What might happen later that evening or in the morning would be a welcome blessing.
My flight was supposed to arrive at 9:00pm, getting me home about 10:30 pm after claiming bags, ordering a ride share, and driving to the house. However, the last day of my trip ended early and I was able to head to the airport four hours ahead of schedule. With that extra flex in my schedule, I was able to rebook and schedule a flight that would get me home before 7pm. I thought it would be fun to keep the adjusted schedule to myself and surprise Cyndy with an early arrival. If fortune would have it, she might have taken a pilates or yoga class and barely make it home before me, allowing us to order take out or delivery and still enjoy dinner and wine while we chatted about our time apart.
As my rideshare approached our home, still well ahead of schedule, I texted her, "Getting closer, can't wait to see you Love." She responded with a heart emoji and a kiss. My crotch tingled a bit as I thought about her gorgeous figure and gleaming smile. She has been irresistible to me since we met and has only become more beautiful and sexy in the last decade.
At 7pm sharp, the ride share dropped me at the house. The sun was setting and the window from our second floor bedroom was lit from behind. On the main floor, only the overhead light in the front hall was on.
I tested the door and it was locked, so I entered a code on the keypad and the latch released. Just inside and under the hall light I was greeted by Jasper, our Golden Retriever. He was shaking his tail furiously and whining with a stuffed toy in his mouth, a ritual he repeats every time either of us walks in the door.
"Hi buddy, did you miss me?"
He flopped on his side and spread out his legs for a belly scratch. As nice as it was to be welcomed by my furry friend, the real treasure was upstairs.
Dropping my bags and closing the door, Jasper trotted to the staircase and sat. He looked up as if to say, "let's go!" Then headed up as I approached. Passing through the living room, I noticed Cyndy's gym bag sitting in an overstuffed chair with her work clothes showing through an open zipper. As I hoped, she had stopped for a workout on the way home and was now upstairs cleaning after workout.
Jasper disappeared into the bedroom and was laying happily at the foot of the bed as I entered. The room was empty other than the dog but the shower in the ensuite was running, The scent of Cyndy's shampoo and body wash filled the air. The door to the bathroom was open and steam was drifting through the opening. I dropped my bags on he floor and moved toward the light.
She still did not know to expect me and was turned with her back to the door when I saw her. My heart jumped when I took in the scene. Light steam filled the glass shower. The lovely brown skin from her from her Native American and Mexican heritage glistened in the light of the room and the soap ran down her taut body.
From behind I could see her soap up her firm and stunning breasts. Even in her early 50s - I was a few years older - she looked younger and sexier than the day we first met.
My cock started to grow and press against my slacks. My instinct was to undress and slip quietly into the shower and hug her from behind, pressing my thick cock between her cheeks.
Instead, I was enjoying the show too much and decided to continue my voyeurism. Did she know I was peering at her around the edge of the door? Or that I was slowly massaging my hardening dick over my pants? I didn't think so and continued to marvel at her glorious body.
My decision paid off when she pulled a razor off a shelf and set her right foot on a teak bench we kept in our shower. Bending over, she slowly and tantalizingly ran the razor up her strong and stunning legs. When the razor reached her slit, she would bend over more, flip the handle so it faced her, and lightly tickle her clit. By now, my cock was throbbing and dripping through my pants.
I couldn't stand it any longer and I unfastened my belt, letting the slacks drop quietly to the floor. I pushed down my underpants and my cock sprang out. The precum that was getting absorbed by my clothes was now coating the head of my dick.
I watched her drop her right foot to the floor and lift her left leg to the bench. From this angle, the view was even sexier. I had an unabated look at her sexy pussy from behind. The dark hair that surrounded her slit was wet from the shower. She ran the razor along her other leg and flicked her clit with her finger everytime she was close,.
All I could do was imagine how soft and wet the folds of her perfect vagina were. How they would feel. How they would smell. And how they would taste, I had barely touched myself but was quivering with lust.
