As the hot water cascaded down her body, Sophie couldn’t help but feel a sense of forbidden desire edging its way into her mind. She had never really wondered about the possibility of pleasure in the shower, but as her hands wandered down her body, she began to realize how arousing the experience could be. Her fingers trailed down her flat stomach, over the swell of her hips until they rested just at the top of her pubic mound. She exhaled softly, imagining the hands of a lover joining hers in the hot, steamy shower.
As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, her mind began to turn back to the night before, when she had laid in bed with her secret lover, Harry. She had been so hesitant, so uncertain, but the passion between them had been undeniable. They had given into their desires, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them both.
Sophie shook her head, trying to dispel the memory. She couldn’t afford to let her emotions get out of control, to lose sight of the fact that she was married. She wanted Harry, she craved the way he made her feel, but this was dangerous territory. She drew in a deep breath, trying to let the water wash away the confusion.
As she turned to rinse the conditioner from her hair, she heard the deep rumble of the front door closing. Her heart leapt into her throat. She hadn’t expected her husband to come home so early! She quickly shut off the water and wrapped a towel around herself, hurrying down the hall to her bedroom.
As she slipped on a pair of panties and a cotton night shirt, her mind raced. She had to play it cool, to act as if nothing had happened. But as she heard the familiar creak of the hardwood floor outside her door, she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
“Hey, baby,” her husband called out as he entered the room. His eyes flicked down to her towel clad form before meeting her gaze. “How was your day?”
Sophie swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. She flashed a smile, trying to mask the tension that coiled deep in her gut. “It was fine,” she replied, her voice shaky. “I just got out of the shower.”
Her husband raised an eyebrow. “You look flushed,” he commented, his eyes roaming over her body. “Are you feeling okay?”
Sophie nodded quickly, hoping that the flush on her cheeks could be explained away as the steam from the shower. Her husband seemed to accept her response and reached out to take her hand. “Come on, let’s watch a movie.”
Sophie followed him into the living room, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She sank onto the sofa beside him, snuggling into his side as he flipped on the TV. She tried to focus on the movie, but her mind continued to drift back to Harry, to the feel of his hands on her skin, the taste of his lips on hers.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed the feel of her husband’s hand creeping up her thigh. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she looked up at him in shock. His eyes were dark, his expression unreadable as he began to stroke her through the thin cotton of her panties.
Sophie’s heart raced as he pushed her legs aside. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, she had been dreaming of this for some time now. On the other hand, she was consumed with guilt at the wondered of betraying Harry.
As her husband slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, her resolve crumbled. She pushed the thoughts of Harry to the back of her mind as she surrendered to the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.
She moaned softly as he began to stroke her, his movements deft and sure. She could feel herself growing wet with desire and leaned into his touch. She clung to him, the guilt and desire warring within her. Her mind was consumed with the need for release, the desperate hunger for pleasure.
As her husband’s fingers pumped faster, she felt herself hurtling toward the edge. Her breath came in short gasps as she climaxed, her vision exploding into light. She collapsed into her husband’s arms, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.
Yet, as she lay there, her mind drifted back to Harry once more. She was wracked with guilt and a longing that she couldn’t explain. She knew that she had to make a choice, to decide what she really wanted. But for now, she would just lay there, her mind and body consumed with forbidden desire.