So, I came back from dropping our preschooler at daycare on Friday morning, and on the way home all I could think about was fucking. I was praying to all of the sex gods that the baby would be asleep so that I could properly ravage my wife.
I walked in and she was just putting him down for a morning nap. We chatted for a second, and I said I was going to run upstairs to take a shower. She said she wanted to do the same, so I invited her to join me when she was done. Cock half hard already, I went up, stripped nude, and washed everything, hoping a naked woman was about to join me in our standing shower. (We have large tub that would fit three easily on the other side of our master bathroom, but that's for another time.)
After lathering and scrubbing my six-foot frame with hot water steaming off of my back and broad shoulders, I was clean and shaved, but there was no naked tits, ass, or neatly manicured pussy anywhere to be found. Dismayed yet resilient, I slipped out of the shower, dried off with a soft, blue towel, and pulled on pajama pants and a t-shirt to go looking for her, my cock starving for a wet cunt.
I went back downstairs, and my wife, let's call her Alana, was sitting on the couch near our sleeping infant playing with her phone. Somewhat annoyed, I eyed her the way a ravenous lion eyes a tasty gazelle on the fucking savannah.
After moving the baby to a safe distance, I purposefully grabbed her hands, set her phone aside, and helped her to her feet. She wore a longish gray nightgown, that covered her healthy ass, and tight-fitting black pants.