Bathroom Quickie

I got home from a long distance journey, exhausted but so excited to be back in the arms of my lovely wife. Though I had been away for only a week, it seemed like a decade to me and I could not get enough of her. I hugged, kissed, squeezed and caressed her all the way from the walkway, where she met me, to the living room.

There we broke our embrace and she helped me out of my jacket and shirt. Then she suggested that I take a cold shower right away.

As I walked towards the bathroom, she asked, “Do you want me to come and bathe you?”

“YES!” I thundered, eliciting laughter from her. It was perhaps the loudest “yes” I had ever uttered in my life.

“All right, I’ll join you,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or she meant it, but my cock kicked in my pants in anticipation.

I took off the rest of my clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the bathtub. My cock was stiff and already oozing pre-cum.

I turned on the shower and buried myself under the jet of cold water cascading from my head to my toes. Closing my eyes, I allowed the stress of the trip and sweat of the day to wash away.

I must have been there for about a minute before I turned off the shower to catch my breath. I instinctively wiped water off my face and opened my eyes. That was when I saw my wife.

She had sneaked into the bathroom. Now she stood leaning against the opposite wall, completely naked! She smiled at me with that familiar come-and-get-it-if-you-want-it expression on her face. A warm, arousing smile spread across her face as she watched me.

My penis surged from flying half-mast to straight as a flagpole. Desperation got the best of me; I stepped out of the bathtub, reached out to her and pulled her into my chest.

She giggled, telling me to take it easy, but she quieted a moment later when my mouth found and devoured hers. We locked together in one of the tightest and most passionate kisses of our lives.

Her hands wrapped vice-like around my shoulders. Mine grabbed her smooth, tight ass and pulled her thighs and belly tight against mine. Her stiff nipples pricked my sides. It felt like only her big, firm boobs and my bloated cock prevented our bodies from merging into one.

We broke apart to catch our breath and she wriggled out of my embrace, stepping forward to the bathtub. Bending over, she placed her hands on its edge and pushed her beautiful ass backward towards my face.

“Good girl,” I sighed in acknowledgment, feeling a hard throb from my cock.

I reached for her, trying to pry my cock into her. The wonderful scent of her arousal hit my nostrils and I filled my lungs with it. Her wetness and warmth delighted me. I had a true sense of homecoming as I plunged inside her familiar, yet so exotic, hole. Grasping her hips, I began the ritual of thrusting. Though delivering pleasure in the process, I received much more than I gave.

My wife grunted and moaned, progressing soon to loud yelling. “Give it to me!” she urged. She rolled her waist in rhythm with my thrusts. The squishy music produced by our genitals accompanied us.

It turned out to be one of those rare moments that our orgasms converged — a midair collision of sorts. The explosion of sweet sensations resonating ’round our bodies was out of this world.

We crashed to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, immediate chills shaking us. Instinctively, we snuggled closer. Our warm skin and belabored breath we used to succor one another.

A few moments later, my wife helped me back into the bathtub. She sponged me, paying playful attention to my cock. Then she ran cold water, followed by a thorough toweling of my body. She is, after all, a woman of her word.