I am a 32 year old woman. My name is Tiffany. I have two school-age kids and have been married since I was 18 years old. Even though I have two kids, I have been told many times that I don’t look it and get compliments on my 5’4″ 38-24-36 body all the time. This is my story.
It was a Thursday just like any other. My work week had been so stressful I was going crazy. I seemed to have a million projects going on at once. The only thing I did different on this Thursday was decide to stay home from work and take a break. I called in to my stick in the ass boss and faked a slight cough as I explained that I wasn’t feeling very well, and yes I too hoped it was the 24-hour variety illness.
I had a few minutes before I had to wake the kids up. Feeling frisky I decided to join my husband in the shower. I snuck into the large bathroom sneaking across the floor to the shower. He was so busy whistling while he was washing his hair he didn’t even know I was there. I snuck in behind him, the droplets of water splashing onto my supple 38-D tits, exciting me even more. I pinched my nipples slightly, making the little pink buds very erect. I was right behind him now. I moved in and simultaneously bit the back of his neck and reached down and caressed his balls.
“Geez Tiffany!” he exclaimed as he jumped from me as if I had burned him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing? I’ve got to get ready for work.”
Not ready to give up just yet, I tried to be a little more convincing. I moved closer and let my hard nipples brush onto his chest as I kissed him softly but urgently on his lips.
“Aww, c’mon honey, can’t you be just a little late today? It’s been so long and I need your cock so bad.” I let my fingers run down his back and caressed his ass. His ass has to be his best feature, and I loved to feel it.
He reached back and grabbed my hands and held them in front of him. Pulling back from me he announced, “I told you, I’ve just been busy lately. This project is taking a lot of time and once we get it all wrapped up there will be more time for us, but now I have to go.” And with that he got out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and headed out the bathroom door, obviously not waiting around to dry off just in case I made another advance on him.
Busy? Well that may be true, but I knew that there would not be an “us time” later. There would always be another project, and it would always have priority. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband very much, and it’s not like he’s a bad lover. In fact, I love to feel his 8 inch cock, and he always makes me cum. It was just that it had been a while. It had been over 2 months since we had sex, and I thought I was going to explode. The shower had in fact become my new best friend. He thinks that any sex toys are far too taboo and will not allow them, so I am left to my own devices. I masturbate in the shower almost daily, playing with my tender clit as the water rains down on it until I finally cum; it has been my only release. I always wondered what toys would be like, but I was a good, obedient wife, and if my husband told me no I listened. What difference did I know anyways, I figured. He had been my first and to this day was my only. It had never occurred to me to stray from him. I never had the desire, though lately my body had been stirring in ways I never imagined possible.
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