Shower Shenanigans
I was lying on the bed, half-zoned out, scrolling aimlessly on my phone, when Ann’s voice broke through my daze.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said casually.
I barely looked up, thinking nothing of it. She didn’t really need a response for that.
But then, with a mischievous edge to her voice, she added, “I’m going to shower—by myself.”
Now that got my attention.
Still, I didn’t move—at least, not yet. We didn’t always get in the shower at the same time, so I figured I’d let her get settled, then maybe join in a minute or two.
But as I glanced up, I caught her walking—not toward the bathroom, but straight to my side of the bed. And that’s when I knew she was up to something. With that signature smirk she gives when she knows exactly what she’s doing, she slid open my nightstand drawer and plucked out her favorite vibrator.
And there she was—completely naked, her body swaying as she walked away. At the doorway to the bathroom, she glanced back over her shoulder, eyes sparkling, and said, “I guess I’m going to shower all by myself.”
That was it. Game on.
In one smooth move, I was off the bed, grabbing some lube from the drawer. By the time I got to the bathroom, she was just about to pull the shower curtain closed.
I slid it open.
She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on what I was holding—and what was already growing harder by the second. A slow, teasing smile spread across her lips.
“Oh, did you have plans, too?” she asked, tilting her head in that playful way of hers.
I stepped in beside her, water already warming my skin.
“I figured we could both enjoy ourselves,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.
No more words were needed.
Leaning back against the wall, I watched as she poured oil into her palm, the scent of coconut rising with the steam. Her left hand wrapped firmly around my cock, while her right hand clicked on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit. She let out a soft sigh and leaned her head on my shoulder, tucking her face against my neck.
Her hand around me began to move—slow, deliberate strokes—each squeeze making me twitch in her grip.
I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close, while my other hand slid down to her ass. God, the feel of her—the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin—made me throb even harder. As the vibe worked its magic, I could feel her legs start to shake. I knew those standing orgasms hit her hard, and damn if it didn’t turn me on even more to feel her body working toward that peak, completely focused on her own pleasure.
Then she pulled back.
Her head lifted from my shoulder as she turned, and my hand slid naturally from her neck to her torso, cupping her breast, teasing her nipple. She leaned into my touch for a moment, but then took my wrist and guided my hand down—underneath that perfect ass, straight to her soaked pussy.
My fingers slid easily along her inner thigh, over her swollen lips. I slipped a finger inside her effortlessly, but the angle wasn’t right—she wanted something else. So I pulled out, adjusting, and gave her a firm “thumbs up,” ready for her to grind down.
And she did.
Her ass wiggled as she found her spot, the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly against her clit. I could feel her whole body quivering, chasing that edge. My cock was throbbing—completely untouched—just from watching her fall deeper under her own spell.
Wrapping one arm around her front to steady her, my other hand pressed under her, I held her tight as her legs began to buckle. She was close—so close—and when that orgasm hit, it hit hard. Her pussy clenched around my thumb, and she let out these moans that went straight to my core.
When she finally collapsed against me, trembling, I slipped my thumb from her and brought it straight to my mouth. No way was I missing out on the taste of her.
She took a deep breath, shutting off the vibrator, and turned to face me. Those gorgeous eyes of hers flicked down to my cock, still rock hard, still waiting.
“I suppose you’d like me to take care of that?” she asked with a smirk, though we both knew it wasn’t a question.
She stepped in close, her soft, wet breasts pressing against my side. One hand slid down to my ass while the other wrapped around me, stroking slowly, teasingly.
I didn’t last long.
With just a few strokes, I exploded, groaning as I shot rope after rope against the shower curtain, her body pressed to mine.
She leaned in, kissed my cheek, and then turned away casually to rinse off, leaving me there—breathless, my heart pounding, and my head spinning from what just happened.
As I stood there alone, water washing over me, all I could think about was her—the taste of her still on my tongue, her body still fresh in my hands.
Another memory burned into my brain—one I’m already looking forward to replaying again and again.
Ann sounds like a cheeky, fun gal.
Enjoy
This is super hot and sexy fun, and it was a pleasure to read. I love her attitude here, as it was clearly her intention to seduce you into the shower.
I never get tired of the many ways husbands and wives can satisfy each other. Thank you for sharing this steamy story.
Fantastic and really honest encounter!
We love playing around in the shower, but struggle to 'line things up' if you get my drift. So, your story describes almost exactly what tends to really happen.
This is exactly the kind of thing I dream of doing with my future husband. So sweet and relaxed and intimate. Although if my recent escapades of shower masturbation tell me anything, I might pass out from heat exhaustion and orgasmic excitement if I had a man with me!
Oh my…please write that story 😉
I used to enjoy sticking my thumb up my first wife's pussy, and she also enjoyed it. On occasion, she would be wearing high heels (she was normally a sneakers gal), and if she was naked in heels then I could stick my thumb up her pussy while we danced in the living room. On other occasions, she would bend over and I would surprise her with a quickie "attack" of her pussy by my thumb. Either way, it was a fun addition to our sexual repertoire.
We love our shower fun pretty much daily. We call those orgasms “getting a standing O.” (Theater lovers and performers will hopefully get that.) Awesome story.
Gods bless
Thank you so much for painting such a wonderful story how about you beautiful anne, As I'm sure many other women including myself have been in the same position of finding pleasure in the shower.
New conversations with my husband one of the reasons men enjoy watching pornography and getting off to it as do many women is the fact that you get to see people who are enjoying sex.
As wives, we should take the heart what it is that our husbands want.
Both of us enjoy seeing the other pleasuring themselves and coming to fruition through a climax. And how many occasions we have sat across the room for one another and watched each other while we masturbate. The senses of sight sound taste feel and touch I'll bring added pleasure to whatever we're doing. Whether it's eating, watching a movie, listening to music, smelling of flower, or feeling a plush fabric. It touches us and moves us the same goes for sex. Being able to incorporate the senses bring about arousal whether it be sexual or not. But for a spouse being able to do that which brings pleasure to the senses of our partner is something that we all need to bring to heart. And as a woman showing that we enjoy sex and that we enjoy being watched by them and knowing that they are finding pleasure by being aroused from us is something we should never shy from but rather embrace.
You're a lucky man to have such a wonderful wife and she's fortunate to have you.
Lady L. 💋❤️