“Oh god…”
Amanda convulsed and her legs nearly collapsed onto themselves as her orgasm erupted. She squealed in ecstasy, the exquisite sensation of her hips suddenly dropping threatening to overwhelm her.
Jansen hooked his arms around her waist to keep her propped up as he continued to take her from behind. His own climax soon followed. Jansen withdrew his member from my wife’s pussy, and growled as he stroked himself all over her ass and backside.
Despite the warm water splashing on her body, Amanda could still feel large globs of hot cum splattering on her skin. At the same time, Jansen looked down as he continued to rain his spunk on my wife, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction as the shower cleansed my wife as quickly as he made a mess on her. But a sly smiled creased his lips.
Gently guiding Amanda into a standing position, he pumped a nearby soap dispenser on the wall to fill his hand. As my wife looked back at at him with an affectionate, exhausted, and curious expression, he began applying the liquid soap all over her backside, coolly cleansing his semen off her ass. Then he turned her around to face him, and started soaping down the rest of her body, beginning with her neck and shoulders and then quickly moving onto her breasts as he stared lecherously at them.
Jansen always spent a great deal of time on her chest, Amanda noticed. But she loved the way his hands felt there, and everywhere else on her skin, for that matter. As if on cue, the tall man began rubbing soap on the rest of her body.
“My turn.” Amanda pumped some soap into her hands and immediately began to stroke her lover’s cock. She was forever amazed at his size and girth, and equally shocked at how quickly he became hard again. “Mmm…do like that?”
Jansen couldn’t respond, he was too busy begging my wife not to stop. She had no problems complying, masturbating the big man until cum was erupting from his cockhead once again. Amanda laughed as she sprayed him all over the tiled floor.
They were equally spent and worn out by the time they were both finished. Since Amanda was soaking wet, Jansen rushed to his locker to retrieve his towel.
“Sorry, I only brought one. Wasn’t expecting hot shower sex tonight,” he apologized drolly. He pulled my wife close to him, and wrapped the towel around them together. Amanda was pressed against Jansen’s warm, solid body as he guided her back to the bench where her clothes lay. They stayed wrapped together for a moment longer before Jansen pulled the towel away, and they reluctantly separated from each other.
Amanda retrieved her clothes when her cell phone almost fell out of her pocket. Suddenly, she remembered something very important. She turned to Jansen, who was just about to start getting dressed. “Wait, hold on,” she told him. “I need to do something first.”
Amanda sat on the bench ushered him over to her. She took hold of his manhood again and laid it delicately against the side her face. Even in a non-aroused state, his penis was huge.
Then, to Jansen’s surprise, my wife held her cell phone in an outstretched arm and snapped a selfie.