It had been a week since I'd finished the updates on our bathroom. Besides the fresh grout, new medicine cabinet, lighting, new faucets, exhaust fan and paint job, I'd added a handheld shower massager and a spray strip that mounts on the wall that my wife had found in some specialty store. This strip was two feet long with a nozzle every inch. Each nozzle shot a direct and powerful jet that formed a direct line up your body. It could also be detached from the wall for handheld use.
I of course realized the potential erotic applications immediately and made some comment about it, but my ever practical woman informed me that it was for my back. You know, for therapeutic purposes. But I could tell by the gleam in her eye and the excited tone of her voice that she was of the same mind. I of course thanked her for this and suggested we try it (and the massager, of course) out together. After some kissing and fondling she agreed and the rest of the day and the next morning we flirted and groped each other every chance we got waiting for the job to be finished so we could take our new shower for a test run.
Finishing the job was way more difficult than it should have been, as my mind was wrapped up in erotic fantasies of what I wanted to do with her in the very shower I was trying to complete. By the time I was done, my mind was in such a flux that I couldn't wait for her to get home and join me! I rationalized that it would be better for us if I was already familiar with the settings and water temps, etc. Then I could concentrate on her. Plus, as the installer it was my job to ensure the fixtures worked properly!
As it turned out, she couldn't wait either and blew off some errands to come home early to have some fun in the shower as we'd planned. And what did she find? Me in the shower alone, working on my fully hard cock with the massager and my fist. She showed restraint by not jumping right in with me. Instead she stripped off and teased me a while first. As if I needed that!
Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and drug her in with me. We had a hot and passionate session and I made sure to bring her off before I lost it, but we never really got around to playing with the various shower options! Go figure. Afterwards we promised each other we'd have to try again later!
I had kept up the flirting all week. Reminding her every chance I got that we still needed to complete our "tests"
Coming back from a job I'd been on I was thinking about a few different things. I was filthy and needed a shower, my woman's car was out front and our daughter was babysitting tonight and wouldn't be home till late. Hmm?
I always come in by the back door into the basement which is where I have my shop and office. My wife knows this. She also knows that when I come in the back door I walk right past the hot water tank with all the water lines to the bathroom almost directly overhead. On top of that she knows that as long as I've been working on houses that my ears pick up water running automatically and that I can tell by listening whether it's the kitchen or bath and even by whether the hot water tank kicks on or not, which fixture is in use.
So when I walked in the door and heard water running it caught my attention. I knew she was in the bathroom. I hurried into my shop to drop off my tool bag and ran back out to my truck for the rest of my tools. As I came back in the hot water tank kicked on and I knew it was the shower as the sink wouldn't use enough water to have done that already. That plus the amount of water coming down the drain from upstairs confirmed it. A smile spread across my face and I felt my dick twitch in my work pants. I ran my tool box to my office and dropped it unceremoniously on my desk and started up the steps at a run. I paused at the top of the flight long enough to look by the living room door to verify there was no teenagers tennis shoes in sight. Seeing none I started up the next flight two steps at a time while pulling off my shirt.
By the time I got to the bathroom door my shirt and socks were off and I was undoing my pants. The door was slightly ajar and I could hear the water and exhaust fan running. I forced myself to stop and take off my pants and underwear in the hall before entering.
When I finally did go in I was greeted by the sight I'd been dreaming of all week. The love of my life standing in the shower with her feet apart and the shower massager set on pulse and aimed at her sweet pussy! My eyes traveled up her wet body to her face and our eyes met as we smiled at each other. "Hi baby, what are you doing?" I asked her as my hand went to my cock.
"Well I knew you'd need a shower when you got home so I thought I'd get the water temperature adjusted for you" She replied ever so sweetly. I fought the urge to jump in there and just jump her bones. I remembered how she had made me wait last time when I was in there and she was out here. So I did exactly what she had done. I leaned back against the wall and started to stroke myself.
"So how does it feel?" I asked, smiling at the double entendre.
"Mm, it feels good. Hot and wet." She answered weakly. As she said this she used her free hand to pull back the hood from her aroused clitoris and I saw her shudder as the hot water pulsed against it.
"I'll bet it is." I replied, smiling at her word play.
"I figured you'd be in her by now, I know your dirty." She commented.
"Oh I am, but if I get in there with you then we both might get dirty." I said, teasing her, still stroking myself. I then pulled back my foreskin as far as it would go till my head was bulging out and I started to rub it with my other hand.
"Well, you see, if we both get dirty then we have to stay in here longer 'til we get clean again." She explained. As she said this she changed the setting on the massager to the fine mist and, leaning back against the wall began to run the spray all over her body."Besides, your hands are too dirty and rough for what you're doing there. You really should get in here!" She lifted one leg as she said this and ran the mist from her foot, slowly up her shapely calf and on up the inside of her firm thigh. She let out a slight gasp as the fine, hot mist brushed her aroused lips as she paused there, pushing her hips forward into the mist before lifting her other leg and starting the process over.
"You're right about my hands." I said as I brought one to my mouth and wet my palm liberally with my spit. Pulling back my foreskin again I began polishing my swollen head. Round and round. Occasionally running it down my length and back up to circle my head again. "My spit works but I bet you've got better stuff in there, huh? Like soap and shampoo and stuff"
"Yep, and I have some new body wash I picked up today that's menthol! It's supposed to feel really good!" With that she put the wand back in its holder and grabbed a green squeeze tube. "Its mint scented." She informed me as she squeezed just a dab on her finger and held it up to her nose "Mmm, smells really nice." She said as she rubbed it down her throat and between her breasts. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed" Ooh, it tingles! You should come try this!" She put another dab on her first two fingers and ran it up her leg from the inside of her knee to the hollow spot where her leg meets her torso, right next to her luscious hole. That spot I love to lick when I'm teasing her. She sucked in her breath between her teeth when she got there and I swear I saw her aroused lips wink at me!
By now I could tell by the look in her eyes and the way her pussy lips were engorged that she was highly aroused. I also knew I was very aroused also from watching her and putting on a show of my own. I didn't want to build up too much excitement and not be able to last for her. I'd been waiting for this all week and the anticipation, while thrilling, could have an adverse effect on my stamina. Besides, I had tests to run!
