The shower ripple

My wife and Monica were going out for a bday thing at a bar near our house. They’d rideshare to/from, and Monica planned to stay the night. No sense driving drunk. Monica, figuring she’d just shower, dress, etc at our place, showed up several hours early. They lounged around drinking wine, watching whatever “Real Housewives” they’re currently fixated on while I napped. I woke up and both were showering; Monica in the guest bathroom, wife in master. Blurry-eyed, I wandered into our bedroom. Just as I walked in, my wife was stepping out of the restroom, naked as ever, freshly showered. Fuck me…I love it when my wife is just out of the shower. Damp, disheveled hair, water dripping. Fucking delicious.

Me: “Bae, fuck.”

Wife: “What? What’s going on?”

Me: “Watching you come out of the shower…fuck me…I gotta taste you. Can I?”

Wife: “Uh, she’s RIGHT THERE. She’ll hear us. And what if she walks in? You’re crazy…”

Me: “She JUST went in there…we have some time…come on. Just a little. Look at you. How can I not?”

Wife: …

I walked to her, put my hands on her hips, and slinked down onto the floor. Sitting beneath her, I devoured her. It took all of 2 minutes before she was reaching for a pillow to moan into. She came so hard, little squirts of her juices covered my face.

Me: “Return the favor?”

Wife: “Baby I don’t…we need to…just hurry up!”

My wife LOVES going down. And she’s not shy about it. Once she gets going, she’s just lost. Everything around her disappears and she’s honed in. On her knees she went. She took my cock in her mouth with a smile…then a little gag. That feeling when it hits the back of her throat is peak pleasure. In and out, she guided me, slathering my cock with saliva. It dripped down her chin and ran between her breasts.

Me: “Shhh…you’re son worried about Monica and listen to you.”

Wife: “You know how I get. You started it…”

She slurped up her drool and slowed down. Quietly and slowly, she sucked me. Her quiet moans and muted, tiny gags were barely audible. She pushed me onto the couch and sloppily pulled me out of her mouth.

Wife: “Baby, you need to finish. She probably out of the shower.”

Me: “ This is all you. You want my cum, make it happen. You know what I like.”

She grabbed my waist and pulled me toward her. “Legs up”, she said. She wiped saliva from her face. Hand soaked, she reached down between my legs. Just as I felt her fingers sliding into me, I saw a shadow in the hallway. Monica’s face peeked into the door a second later. Fuck. My wife, sucking and fingering me, was oblivious. Monica turned around and quietly walked away. Fuck. I assumed she’d leave the house in disgust. No houseguest wants to see that. As if a light switch turned off, I went from rock hard to barely even there.

Wife: “Baby what’s wrong? Am I hurting you? We need to hurry up.”

Me: “It’s just…”

The shadow reappeared. Then her face peeked again. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t do anything. She just…looked.

Me: “Sorry bae…your fingers surprised me! Finish me off…”

She fingered me deep and slow as she sucked me hard and fast. It was like a symphony, the way she worked. I held her hair as she bobbed up and down. Quietly, Monica watched us. All I could do was lock eyes with her. She was fully into it. This is a woman who I always assumed was completely boring and square, and her eyes were locked to mine as I was being pleasured. A few minutes passed, and I started feeling like I was on the verge of exploding. I struggled to not close my eyes as I quietly moaned. No way was I taking my eyes off of her. Monica watched. Her expression changed. She knew I was close. Standing against the doorway, she slid her hand down her dress and lightly squeezed. She’s so top-heavy. No matter what she wears, her breasts can’t help but be partially on display. She massaged herself firmly and slowly as I felt the pressure build.

Me: “Look at me. Look at me while I feed you what’s yours.”

My wife’s eyes opened as she looked up at me, still unaware of Monica standing in the distance. Breasts in hand, Monica’s gaze didn’t falter. She stared at me, my wife stared at me, as I let out a hard, muted orgasm. Staying quiet meant my other senses were bombarded. My vision blurred, my legs went limp, my ears popped, as release after release emptied into my wife’s throat.

Her muffled, quiet gags pushed Monica over the edge. She covered her mouth with one hand while sliding the other into her panties. Monica came immediately. No rubbing, no massaging. The instant her fingers touched her clit she quietly burst. Her legs buckled and she crouched a bit. Sliding back, her feet made a shuffling sound. My wife picked her head up and looked back. She was gone.

Wife: “Did you hear that?”

Me: “Huh?”

Wife: “Where’s Monica?”

Me: “Somewhere? Baby I dunno. You had me kinda preoccupied…”

I got dressed and my wife slipped on a robe. I left the bedroom and saw the guest room door was slightly open. I saw Monica sitting at the edge of the bed with her head down. She glanced up at me with watery eyes and mouthed “I’m sorry”. I smiled and shook my head. Her face turned to one of relief. She smiled back as I quietly closed the door.