Outdoor Shower
She was off at one of her volunteer events again. Don’t get me wrong. I love that about her – her compassion. But, I was in the mood, and it had been several days. Earlier she had told me she wished we had an outdoor shower but was sorry we could never have one. Now, this only presented a challenge to me. I had seen my wife in our indoor shower. Any normal married man would know he was helpless when he witnessed his wife as I do in a shower. I loved it when she stripped down to her thong panties and then got in the shower stall. Ours was all glass and framed in mirrors, so the view was perfect from the commode. First, she would just enjoy rinsing off, relaxing from her long day, still in her thong. Her panties framing her firm buttocks would slowly become wet from the shower spray. Her firm ass would then glisten with water droplets. She’s a petite girl, and it’s all put together perfectly. When I would raise my eyes from her captivating ass, the water would be cascading down her long blond hair, onto her tits. At this point she would always adjust the temperature of the water and face the spray, arching her back and pushing her firm B tits up to meet the spray. It’s like she enjoyed the spray hitting her nipples. Only then would she slowly remove her thong that now framed her lips and clit. I know she knew I was watching. With the mirrors surrounding the shower, the view was perfect. It was always an awesome show for a husband who liked to watch, and a wife who liked to put on an exhibition for her husband. She would slowly bring out her panties, now fully nude in all her glory.
Now I could think of nothing better than to see her nude under the gentle waterfall of an outdoor shower at sunset. Using just a tape measure, pencil, and paper, the design began to take shape. A short concave curved wall around the small dogwood would work to hide us from any of the curious neighbor teenage boys. The two burning bushes next to the dogwood would provide enough privacy on the sides. They just happen to be in their full fall red color encouraging me all the more. My wife had said she would need to get to any outdoor shower from the higher deck, so that created some design challenges. But for the reward, I was going to make it work somehow. With three small steps that curved down from the deck and a semi-curved seat, there was still enough room for the shower. I was rather pleased with the design. It was open, yet private, as long as the bushes had some leaves or blossoms on them. I had designed the curved wall just high enough so someone from across the pond could see our necks and heads. There was a quarter inch between the uprights of the concave wall. You’d be able to see our silhouettes, but the rest you’d have to imagine unless we got too loud.
Most of the materials were already in the garage. There was that old flexible shower hose I had been keeping for some reason, and now the reason had arrived. In just one afternoon, the entire project was completed. I couldn’t wait to show her! It’s then I got her text. Her volunteer board meeting was going to run late. I should eat and not wait up for her. The sun was already setting. It was a perfect full moon. The neighbors had left for the weekend. I had an outdoor shower, an aroused husband, but no wife. What was I going to do? Like I said, it had been several days since we had been intimate. I decided to try it out alone.
Looking around, I began to strip down. A gull flew across the evening sky. I hadn’t thought about drones seeing us – oh well, they would just have to look the other way. It felt good to be only in my CKs outdoors. I kept them on just like my wife keeps her thong panties on. Stepping down into the shower, it still felt open. I felt alive, and the water wasn’t even on yet. All I could think of was my wife. She was going to love it out here. There were so many possibilities. We could hold each other on the steps, lay on the bench, I could pin her against the concave wall, bend her over the curved bench. My arousal was begging to be released from these CKs. And if we became bold, we could come out in the winter when the leaves were off the bushes. Her nipples would be perky then, and she’d love the hot water. Well, that would have to wait. Right now I needed her, and she was volunteering somewhere else. My left hand slipped down to feel my need. Cupping my full nuts safely, I imagined it was her hand. I loved it. My right hand turned the water on just as the full moon was slipping above the bushes.
Even though I had been working on my patience, thinking of her made me so aroused. Taking the flexible shower hose, and turning the temperature to all cold, I placed the chilling spray closely under my nuts like I so enjoy. My nut-sack immediately retracted aroused. My CKs were still on… for now. It was just me, but I loved thinking she was watching me this whole time. Slowly, they had to come off. Ahhhh, that felt so much better. Looking down, the moonlight made my arousal appear more impressive than usual. Perhaps it was the shadows. Who cared!? As they say, “Free at last”. Looking around for some lotion, all I saw were tools left out from my project. No problem… squatting, I began to spray my anus now with warm water that reminding me of her tongue. It felt so wonderful! …And all outside here in the moonlight. She was going to love this! My slow tongue parted my lips thinking of all the places in my wife I was going to bury it.
“I like your project baby.” My eyes opened wide. She was grinning. “Looks like you do too.” I swallowed. “Don’t stop just because my meeting got over early.” She just kept grinning, and looking over all the aspects of the outdoor shower I had built her. “Oh, we are going to love this darling.” Feeling safe with her, I continued spraying my anus like she knows I love. The moon was slowly rising, providing just the right amount of light. “I brought you out our favorite lotion. Show me how you enjoy it darling.” She squirted my hand full of cream. Knowing I had her full permission, I began to slowly and deliberately pump my aroused hardness while she watched. The gull flew across the night sky again. My eyes were locked on hers while my hand worked my shaft, all the time spraying my anus with the flexible hose, teasing me like she knows I so enjoy. “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. It’s just us out here. Show me.” Thinking of her, it took just seconds. My anus fully aroused. The aroma of the lotion was wafting up to my nostrils. My penis exploded! Over and over it exploded. I looked at her, proud of my explosion, proud of the outdoor shower I had built us, and proud of our marriage.
ServantLeader – really nice!! I can't wait to hear a whole volume of stories from you about what happens in that shower. I liked your saying, "proud of my explosion". I feel the same way – in that I know my wife is into my explosions. It has made me like my explosions even more. We are actually into each other explosions. I never said "explosion" so much. 🙂 Anyway, your story was very hot. Very much enjoyed it. God bless you both. LH
Thank you LovingHusband. You have a great name. The balance between humility and confidence in the sexual realm has always been a challenge for me in marriage. Look for a new story from me about "Bridges" where I attempt to address the sacrifice needed on our part as husbands. God bless marriages everywhere.
I will look forward to reading that! Thank you! LH
Fabulous! I so loved this. I'm gonna talk to my husband Ben about maybe building us an outdoor shower. It would be so freeing and not to mention convienent. No hassles of cleaning the pool house shower. It would also be so much fun.
I loved your description of how aroused you got and how your wife encouraged you to jerk yourself off while she watched. So Hot! I played the scenario out in my head with Ben and I and am feeling really horny right now.
I think I may ask Ben to let me watch him jack off in the shower tonight. Might even suck his cock just as he is about to cum. Mmmmm.
Either way it might give him some incentive to build one. What you think? HeHe. God bless and stay horny always.
Surprise him. Try to "catch him". Then give him your permission. Encourage him to voice what he is thinking. Then enjoy the show as he feels freedom to think, say and do with you. He'll feel closer to you knowing you're the only woman he allows into his most private time.
Water is so erotic, maybe I am sick or something but nothing beats a wet body. If I hear the shower start I get a twitch in my shorts. A women with wet hair (the hair has to be wet) and a wet body drives me wild. Sex in a pool tub or shower is the greatest thing for me.
I wonder if you agree or I am strange or is this erotic to more than just me.
Keep up the good stories.
You're not sick TR. One lesson we discovered is we should have lubricant near. Attempting to connect too soon with the water showering down on us could be painful for both her and me.
Wetter is indeed better. Also loved reading about all of this… the shower, the arousal, the peeping wife. Her sharing hand cream and then watching you jack off was a turn on. It's the picture of the type of intimate bond only found in marriage. Maybe you'll be able to reverse roles some day!
Great idea PacMan!
Great story- nothing more fun than to either be caught or catch the other – and the one watching to either encourage completion, or both mutually finish oneself off at same time ! That's a deep, loving, intimate bond to be able to do that