Chubby Wife In Shower Novels & Stories

Is a shower where one meets the cleanest people? Or the dirtiest? I had to ask what was I doing with my cock happily stroking in and out of this woman's tight ass as my fingers danced around her clit, providing great fun for both of us in the pitch black shower room. She and I had not really met. I did not see her face. I did not know her name. But I was getting a real good idea of what I imagined her husband could enjoy... assuming she was married as she claimed.

Then she burst into the bathroom for a gander. "Great. If the bathroom is as nice as I think it is, we'll never see her again," Arthur chuckled. "If we actually had any money and could buy our own place, half the place would probably be a bathroom." "A walk-in shower!" Kira shouted. "She's a goner," her husband replied wistfully, going to extract his wife from her explorations. "What are you doing?!" Shamira whispered angrily. "You know I'm not ready for this."

A small desk with her notebooks, her laptop, iPad, and a lot of pens. “Babe, wanna go take a shower? It’s on the left. I put a clean towel for you.” “Sure. Wanna join me?” The image of us in the shower the last time we had together flooded in my mind. “I’d love to, but I have something to do. So maybe after?” She smiles at me, and I know what she means by that after. It excites me. “Fine. I’ll keep that in mind.” I get inside her bathroom and shower myself. I don’t take long because I need to feel my wife’s skin on me.

You catch my drift, right? Yep, you guessed it. The little dynamo known as my lovely wife Shelly decided to keep me quiet about our son Abel and our niece Aubree's blooming connection. In the most irresistible, sexy way possible by enticing me into some playful fun in the shower. It’s hard to say no to such delightful coercion. I scooped Shelley up in my arms, carrying her bridal style as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. The sound of her laughter is like a sweet melody, one that I could listen to endlessly.

she said, disagreeing by shaking her head. "Jesus—Kiara! That stings.” "Sorry. I will cut my nails next time," Kiara grumbled and gently scrubbed my back with a loofah. Her tiny claw marks were cute, and I would wear them proudly, but they stung. "I don't get how anyone can have sex in the shower." "I mean . . . we could do something if we are flexible enough and—” "I am very flexible." "Really?” I asked. “I didn't know by the time we were in the third position.”

He almost dropped the soap in the process, his eyes widening a bit. A slender figure sat inside the bathtub, her silhouette showing through the almost transparent curtain. He gulped. “Pervert!” She scoffed under her breath, running the sponge down the length of her arm. “I could sue you for invading privacy.” “Sadly, we're husband and wife.” Clyde loosened up and he resumed what he was doing. He'd almost thought it was somebody else. “Besides, we've done this several times before.” Her scoffs accompanied his statement. Her movements halted as well as she dropped the sponge.

I chuckled, "Alright, but let me go shower first." She nodded and laid back down, I threw a small blanket over her and smiled as she fell asleep. Quietly, I made my way to the bathroom and started the shower; a sigh of relief washed over me the minute the beads of water made contact with my skin. Nearly finished washing, I open my eyes to see my wife in the shower with me and nothing on. She smirked devilishly, "It's nine," she said, "and you're not in the bedroom." I gulped, I'm a little scared of her right now,

I immediately shook free from his grasp and scoffed, “Once my bad wife returns, make sure to let me know, Benjamin.” With that, I took a fleet of stairs and got inside my room. I stripped myself off my clothes and hopped into the shower cubicle, and let the hot water stream down from the shower head and stain my body with redness. I closed my eyes but everytime, I did that I would have a picture of my wife being held in my best friend's arms. I let out a low growl followed by a thump on the foggy glass wall of the shower cubicle.

Exhaling roughly, I trudge up the stairs into my room where I quickly take a cold bath because I have to wash all evidence of what just happened off me and also because I know the water is going to help calm the monster between my legs. It’s the reason I’m in this damn situation anyway. I’m sitting in the living room, trying my best to look innocent by watching TV when my wife walks through the door. “Hey, honey!” She exclaims, tossing the keys on the entrance table as she jumps into my arms. I catch her just in time, hoisting her up so that she’s wrapping her legs around my waist. “Hey, babe. I’ve missed you so much.” My cock jerks in my pants, excited to be cocooned in her warmth. The movi

The couple off to my right were also focused on what Toby was doing with his cock, because the woman had been stroking her husband’s dick as she watched Toby swim the length of the pool, and once her husband became hard – she had straddled him so that she was facing Toby as he “dried off” his magnificent black cock. She had shoved her husband’s dick into her pussy, and then began grinding up and down on his shaft….never taking her eyes off of Toby’s stiffening rod. Her husband was leaning off to the side so he could see past his wife’s back, and was also watching Toby “dry off” his cock. He was pumping his hips into his wife’s drenched pussy, as he reached around her and grabbed her bouncing