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As soon as the hot water hit my skin, I knew this was gonna be a special shower. The steam swirled around me, and the sound of the water drummed against my senses. I felt it hit my hair, trickle over my face and run down my body in rivulets.

I couldn’t help but marvel at how gorgeous the bathroom was – sleek marble tiles, a glass shower enclosure, and a huge rainfall showerhead that was suspended overhead like a gleaming buckle. I inhaled the scent of lavender shower gel and closed my eyes.

But then, I heard someone enter the bathroom – someone who didn’t belong there. I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see my husband, clad only in a towel, standing by the sink. I felt a little embarrassed to be watched so intently, but at the same time, the heat I felt from his gaze turned me on.

He didn’t say a word at first, but I could feel his eyes traveling over my wet, naked body. I couldn’t help but feel myself growing more and more aroused. My husband’s voice finally broke the silence.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Please do,” I replied.

He stripped off his towel and stepped into the shower, his skin glistening from the water. He pulled me in, and we both gasped as the shower water pounded against our skin.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. I could feel his hard shaft pressing against me, and the sensation made me grow even more aroused. We began to sway back and forth, lost in our own world.

I looked up into his eyes and saw the desire burning in his eyes. He leaned in, and I felt his hot breath on my neck. He trailed his lips down my neck, sending chills down my spine. My hands found his hair, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, he pulled back from me and grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf. He squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and began to massage it into my hair, his fingers working magic. As he massaged my scalp, I let out a low moan of pleasure.

Without a word, he pushed me under the showerhead and rinsed the shampoo from my hair. As he did so, he kissed my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my body.

He grabbed the soap, creating a lather between his palms before sliding his soapy hands over my body, tracing every curve. The smell of clean soap mixed with the aroma of lavender, and I couldn’t help but press my body closer to his.

The suds washed away with the water, and he rinsed me off before turning me around and pressing me against the shower wall. Without a word, he pressed his body into mine, his hard shaft sliding between my legs.

His hands dipped down to my butt, squeezing the soft flesh as he thrust his hips against mine. I moaned and arched my back, my hands gripping the shower walls for support.

He reached around to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head and captured his mouth with my own, the taste of shower gel and mint flooding my senses. As we kissed, his hands wandered downwards, sliding over my stomach and into my folds.

He found my clit and began to rub it in tight, tight circles, and I felt waves of pleasure coursing through me. I had to bite my lip not to make too much noise and wake up the kids.

As he rubbed, he slipped two fingers inside me, thrusting in time with the rubbing of my clit.

I felt myself approach climax, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasped.

He didn’t stop until I trembled in his arms and let out a final cry of pleasure. He kissed me once more and then turned off the water.

We stepped out of the shower, dried ourselves off, and then crawled into bed, our minds still moaning with pleasure.
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