[Kat]
I haven't felt this excited since the high school prom. If I'd known how much fun adultery could be, I'd have been having more than fantasies in the afternoon all this time.
I hurried home from the mall, practically threw the groceries into the cupboards and threw myself into the shower. Matt was due in under an hour and I didn't think he'd be late: not after yesterday's fun and games.
It's easy for a girl to lose track of time in the shower. Warm suds feel so good, especially when you're thinking about why you're washing there... and there...and...
Matt found me pressed into the corner of the enclosure with the jets pressed against my crotch and two fingers pressed knuckle deep in my ass.
"Don't you ever stop playing with yourself?" He opened the enclosure door. Startled, I yanked my fingers free. "No, Baby. Don't stop on my account." He leered at my ass, gesturing with his own two fingers.
Way past being shy in front of Matt, I stuck my fingers back where they belonged and pressed the showerhead closer over my clit, gasping as the hot needles caressed it.
As fast as he could get out of his boiler suit, Matt stepped close behind me. Grabbing my tits and finding my nipples hard, he pinched both roughly, twisting them until I gasped loudly. His already hard dick pressed against the back of my hand as I probed my ass, digging as deep as I could as I came, trembling in his grasp.
Matt was the first man ever to see me ass fuck myself. My partner has never shown the slightest interest in such things -- a major gap in my sex life that has been regularly filled by my fingers but, never before for an audience. I thought Matt was kneeling to recover the showerhead that had clattered to the floor as I came. Instead, I felt his hands on my butt.
"Pull 'em out." He husked. I obliged, letting my fingers slip from my soapy sphincter, figuring he wanted to see me gape like in the movies. I was half right. He watched my anus contract back for a couple of seconds then stuck his tongue in. I yelped. Dicks, yes; fingers, yes; but a tongue in my ass was so dirty. He alternated deep probing, rapid circling and long, rough catlicks between my butt cheeks. It felt awesome. My hand went straight to my clit, strumming it like a banjo. Three of Matt's fingers pushed between my splayed thighs and into my pussy. He wasn't gentle about it, but I'd have screamed with frustration if he had been.
"Don't stop!" I almost did scream as he pulled his face away from my ass, just when I was ready to come again. His fingers left me feeling empty too as he scrambled to his feet and guided the hot head of his dick to where his tongue had been.
"Where d'you want it Mrs B?" Matt husked in my ear, pressing me hard against the tiles. "Cunt or ass?"
"Fuck my ass." I whimpered, still teetering on the threshold of orgasm. Matt pushed hard. My ass resisted painfully for a moment then capitulated, swallowing him until his balls slapped against my pussy lips. I moaned with lust as he pumped his hips. My forestalled second orgasm finally hit me, making me whimper but Matt was nowhere near coming. He drove that lovely dick into me regardless. I couldn't have made him stop, if I tried. I didn't try. I just hung, impaled on his dick as he reminded me what my ass had been missing. When he came inside me, in three huge spasms, we both sank to the floor.
"Have you come to fix the faucet?" I asked. Matt burst out laughing.
"And anything else that's leaking."
"Like my ass for instance?"
"I like your ass a lot. Got a cream pie going on down there?"
He urged me onto all fours -- not easy in a shower enclosure - and watched as I squeezed out all I could of his jism. I could feel the hot stuff oozing down over my pussy. It felt filthy. I felt filthy, but in a good way. Matt retrieved the showerhead and hosed me down.
When he'd seen enough, he helped me up and we washed each other properly. I took a long time over his dick, the upshot of which was that he was rock hard again before we got out of there.
[Matt]
Who knew Mrs B was such a slut? And I mean that in a good way. Every guy I know wants a woman who'll get down and dirty at the drop of a hat, but usually that means the drop of a billfold too. I wonder if there's anything this woman isn't into?
"Mrs B?" I was towelling her ass. What an ass!
"Matt. You've gotta start calling me Kat."
"Ok...Kat?"
