Pulling my husband into a pussy scented kiss I managed to distract him enough so he didn't notice the missing contractions and cum. We cuddled for an hour before he fell asleep. My head lay on his chest, the smell of my juices and his sweat mingling to create a most erotic combination. I needed to cum right now! I slowly worked my way out from under his arm, pausing now and then to make sure he didn't wake. I ran my hand over my large breasts and my hard nipples ached with need. As I rolled one between my thumb and index finger I felt my pulse between my legs and cum dripping down into my ass. I realize that this might get loud so decide to hop in the shower. This makes clean up much easier and will prevent my husband's waking up at the wrong moment. I love him and don't want his inability to satisfy me rubbed in his face (;-)). I shampoo and apply conditioner, let that work while I do too. My breasts have always been really sensitive and I love playing with them in the shower. Soap lathered hands running over the nipples and making me tremble. How I wish the hands were not my own.
How I wish they were strong and grabbed my tits hard and rough while a long, thick cock enters me from behind. The need is overwhelming, my finger slides down to my lips and slowly slips between them. I freeze. The bathroom door was opening. My finger slips out from between my throbbing lips, lightly grazing my clit causing me to inhale sharply. The water continues to pound down and I hold my breath. Why didn't the person speak? Was it my husband half asleep needing to pee? As my mind races, the silence continues. It's not my husband. I can smell the cologne, strong and way too perfumey. The younger generation is obsessed with drowning themselves in whatever scent is hot at the moment. Call me strange but I prefer my men smelling like men, sweat & sawdust. I admit I may be influenced by my teen fantasies involving rough cowboys. I was obviously losing my mind from lack of oxygen. I take a gulp of air just as I hear the rustling of the shower curtain. A hand reaches in and turns off the tap. The silence is sudden and engulfing. I know who it is of course. I turn slowly to face the curtain and watch the same hand open the curtain. My eyes stay glued to those fingers. I know if I look at anything else I might break down. The fingers move towards my face and turn it to face forward.
I keep my eyes down and my arm reaches up to try and cover myself. He grabs it gently and brings it back down to my side. We stand there for what seems like forever. He was barefoot and his size 11 feet were the most erotic thing I have ever seen. The veins, the bones, the hair, I bit my tongue to keep from bending down and running my tongue between the toes. What was I thinking, licking his feet? I had to tell him to stop before it was too late. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. With every breath in my body I wanted him to want to touch my soft warm skinsl so much that he couldn't help but reach for me. When he did, I almost fell and he had to steady me by holding both my shoulders and our eyes met. His eyes were dark with hunger for a split second and then he smirked. What did he see in my eyes that made him feel so sure of himself. Could he see my desperation? My need for release? Did he know what I had been doing when he came in? That I had been thinking of him?
His hands ran down my arms to my hips, large hips that flared out from my small waist. He kneeded the flesh, his eyes glued to mine. He knew exactly how his touch was affecting me. I was paralyzed with need. His right hand continued down and stopped behind my left knee. He lifted my foot to rest at an angle on the side of the tub. I watched his eyes as they left mine and started downwards. I shiver at the heat that grows as his eyes take in every inch of my naked body. He kneels in front of me and takes a deep breath. "You smell really good." I didn't want him to talk. If he talked then this was no longer a dream and it would have to end. However unwanted I felt complimented somehow. As though the fact that he liked the smell of my dripping pussy was somehow an accomplishment. He bent his head towards my cunt and as the tip of his tongue touched my clit I came instantly. He sucked me with his warm mouth and his hands held me in place as he tried to drink all the cum spraying out of me. I felt some drip down my leg as his thumb traced circles around my tight pussy.
My hips shift slightly despite myself, wanting to force his thumb inside me. I feel him chuckle as he breathes hot air on my sensitive clit. His tongue starts slow swipes up and down my wet lips. Teasing me by getting closer and closer to where I want it until I finally grab his head and direct it. His tongue is inside me, drinking from me as if he needs every drop to heal his need. His hands grab my ass as I wrap my leg around his neck. My left hand is braced against the wall and I can feel the heat from my hand spreading over the cool white tile. A second and third wave ride through me as his thumb pushes past his tongue and finds just the right spot to rub. His other hand is grabbing me hard from behind and his index finger is teasing my other hole. I can barely stand, the flood of emotions and pent up need spills out of me. I look up and see my reflection in the mirror. The back of his head, his tongue licking me clean, his thumb pushing in and out of me. Suddenly I see his hand grab my breast and my head falls back and a long deep moan escapes from somewhere deep inside.
When my trembling finally stops, my eyes close, he places a kiss on my stomach and stands. With my eyes still closed I feel a tear escape and run down my cheek. He catches it with his tongue and kisses both my eyelids. A few moments later the bathroom door closes.
I don't know how long I stand there or what time it is when I finally make it to bed. I thought I heard birds chirping but it could have been all in a dream.
