They never made it to their dinner reservation. Brad had headed upstairs to the bathroom while Kate took a few minutes to process the information he had given her and how that affected the events of the afternoon.
On the one hand, it turned out that her husband had not in fact been having an affair with his employee. His lack of attention over the last year had been due to him overseeing the construction of their perfect beach house.
Despite this meaning that her dream home had become a reality it only made her recent infidelity with the young air conditioning engineer, who had gone to school with her daughter, worse. But she couldn’t deny that the sex had been amazing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cum that hard, and the fact that she came twice had only made it more incredible. But now she was wracked with guilt.
How could she have cheated like that? Would she have done it if she hadn’t thought Brad had gone off her and was cheating at the same time? No, of course, she wouldn’t. Kate chewed her lip. There was nothing she could do to change it now and telling Brad would be disastrous. She loved him and had made a mistake, so now all she could do was bury what she’d done and move on.
The shower was already running when she reached the bathroom, Brad was standing inside the door, unbuttoning his shirt.
‘I thought you’d stood me up,’ he said, smiling.
‘Of course not. I was just processing everything you’d told me.’
‘Are you happy?’
‘I’m SO happy.’ She smiled at him.
He took off his shirt and trousers. The year of running around, overseeing the construction had been kind to him and he’d lost weight, looking trim and toned.
He stepped into the shower and turned around, his arousal already evident, his penis swollen and heavy but not yet erect.
‘Join me?’ he asked.
The pile of clothes on the floor doubled and Kate stepped into the shower, Brad’s fingers stroking her cheek.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ He kissed her, his hands finding her breasts as water soaked their bodies. Kate sighed into his mouth at his touch and she felt him stiffen until his erection was between her thighs. She closed her legs, trapping him there and she felt him begin to thrust.
When his lips and then his teeth found her nipples she pulled him closer, one leg lifting around his waist. She reached for his hard-on, guiding him to her opening, already wet, and she let out a loud moan as he pushed into her.
The sensation almost tipped Brad over the edge but minimizing his movements let the initial desire to cum dissipate and he relaxed. He began to thrust, their mouths pressing together between breaths, but the realization that shower sex wasn’t quite as easy as in the movies made them laugh.
Stepping back, Kate turned around, placing his hands on the tiles, looking over her shoulder.
One of Brad’s hands took a breast, teasing, pinching her nipple while the other held his shaft, guiding himself back inside her.
When Kate came her face was pressed against the tiles, water cascading down over her hair and back. Brad’s hands massaged her breasts, her nipples trapped between his fingers. Her orgasm built slowly, the delicious agony ebbing and flowing until it finally burst through her. She called out, her cries coming from deep inside her and when she tensed up the pressure around Brad’s cock ripped his own orgasm from him. His sensitive tip pushed between her lips once more and he exploded inside her.
Fingers pressed against the tiles, Kate felt her husband, the love of her life release into her as his grunts joined her own exclamations, and as the emotion of their reconnecting washed over her tears began to run down her cheeks.
Breathless, Brad kissed Kate’s back before stepping backwards. She felt his erection slip from her and she turned, wiping the tears from her cheeks as though they were just the water from the shower. He pulled her to him, kissing her.
‘I love you,’ he whispered. Kate reciprocated and kissed him again. They looked at each other, smiling.
‘Will you marry me?’ Brad asked.
The question caught her by surprise and she laughed. ‘What are you talking about? We’re already married.’
‘I know,’ he replied with a shrug. ‘I just remember how happy it made me to ask you the first time when we were kids so I wanted to do it again.’
This was the Brad she remembered; the loving, caring, sexual man, not the shadow of himself he’d been over the last twelve months. But now that she knew the reason for his distance she loved him even more.
‘Yes,’ she said, with a smile. ‘Yes, I will marry you.’
‘That’s exactly how you accepted the first time.’
‘I know.’
They kissed again and although Kate wanted him again, she knew that wasn’t likely so soon, so she turned, picked up her washcloth, squirting shower gel onto it. She handed it to Brad. He took it and began to wash her, starting at her neck and down over her breasts, over her still hard and sensitive nipples. He washed her stomach and between her thighs, the feel of his hand between her legs again making her eyes close before taking the cloth and replicating his actions, finally taking his penis, no longer hard but still thick, in her hand, washing the shaft and the tip. She felt him flex.
‘Hmm, we may not be nineteen anymore, but I don’t think anyone told this guy.’ She gave his penis a playful shake and they laughed.
Suddenly she jumped as the water hitting her back started to run cold.
‘Hot water has run out,’ she said, moving closer to him. Brad reached behind her and turned off the shower.
‘So, Miss Tyler. Shall we get dried off?’
‘Miss Tyler? That’s my maiden name.’
‘I know. But we’re not married yet.’
She laughed, shaking her head at his silliness and kissed him. ‘It’s kinda fun pretending we’re nineteen again.’
Kate bent to pick up their discarding clothing.
‘No, leave them,’ Brad said. ‘We’ll tidy up later, together. Like we used to.’
She smiled, shrugging, following him into their bedroom and he pulled her to him again, kissing her and Kate felt him harden against her thigh.
‘Ooh, he really is staying in character,’ she said, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking him until he was fully hard again. She looked at him playfully and lowered to her knees. Brad looked down as his wife slipped her lips over his smooth tip and he groaned at the sensation, running his fingers through her long hair.
Cupping his balls, Kate began to suck on him, her cheeks hollowing, her hand stroking his length. She looked up at Brad looking down at her. It had been a long time since she had made him cum in her mouth – too long, and she played her lips over his tip, over the ridge, waiting for him to fill her mouth, wanting to swallow him.
‘Stop,’ Brad said, his voice hoarse.
She looked up at him, her mouth still engulfing him. ‘I don’t want to cum yet.’
Kate released him and he took her shoulders until she stood in front of him. He kissed her and turned her around until the backs of her legs were against the foot of their bed. She sat and as Brad knelt in front of her she lay back, allowing him to spread her legs. Brad’s tongue drew up from the bottom of her opening, parting her labia until it reached her clitoris. Kate whimpered as he made contact, closing her eyes as his tongue probed inside her before moving back to her clit. Her body shuddered as Brad trapped the sensitive bud between his lips and began flicking over it with his tongue.
The bed moved as Kate arched her back, pressing harder against his mouth, his ministrations relentless and she knew she was close to cumming. Part of her felt guilty for not insisting he came in her mouth moments before, but, she reasoned, in her pleasure-wracked mind, that he had stopped her. She felt her husband’s hands slide under her buttocks, holding her at the mercy of his mouth.
The orgasm caused Kate to cry out – she knew it was inevitable that she would be loud even before it washed over her and she hoped that their daughter Becky hadn’t come home.
Her head pressed down into the comforter and her toes pressed into the carpet, her breathing labored and heavy.
From his position between his wife’s legs, Brad watched as her orgasm made her buck and shake, looking for the optimum moment to cease his attack on her clitoris, the moment to stop that wouldn’t interrupt her climax but before she became too sensitive. As Kate’s body relaxed he lifted his tongue from her but slipped inside her, tasting her wetness.
They stayed that way, him on his knees between hers, her supine, eyes closed as her breathing returned to normal.
‘Come up here,’ she said reaching for him but only finding his hair.
Eyes still closed Kate felt Brad climb onto the bed beside her and they both moved up to lay their heads on the pillows.
‘I hope Becky didn’t come home while we were in the shower,’ Kate said as she nuzzled into her husband’s neck.
He laughed. ‘You we’re pretty loud,’ he said.
She nudged him in the thigh with her knee. ‘Shut up.’
Opening her eyes she could see Brad, still hard. She reached down, her fingers trailing along his length and he rolled over between her thighs.
‘Whoa, where do you think you’re going to put that?’ she asked, indicating his erection. Brad looked confused. ‘You don’t have protection and I’m not on the pill,’ Kate continued. ‘If you get me pregnant my dad will kill us both.’
Brad’s hesitation was only momentary. ‘Nineteen-year-olds, right,’ he said. ‘It’s okay, baby, I’ll pull out.’
Kate raised an eyebrow. ‘Really? You think you’ll be able to pull out of this tight little virgin pussy?’
Brad grinned. ‘If you let me finish off between your tits I will.’
‘Okaaayyy,’ Kate replied. ‘But don’t blame me if you can’t do it and end up cumming inside me.’ She reached down and took his erection in her hand, pulling him towards her.
She gasped as Brad entered her again, sinking to his full length as her legs wrapped around him. They kissed and he began thrusting, long, deep strokes that filled her over and over. Brad pushed himself up onto his hands. They locked eyes and Kate couldn’t help but think back to the afternoon when Jack – sure, the sex had been good, but it was a huge mistake, this is where she needed to be, with Brad, the man she loved, the man who gave her everything and she pushed the memory from her mind as his thrusting became harder and she knew he was close.
Would he be able to pull out? Or would he push their game aside and finish inside her?
Thrusting once more, Brad suddenly pulled back, leaving her wet folds and he quickly moved up, placing his cock between her tits. They were no longer as pert and firm as when she was nineteen, but they were larger, and she pushed them together, surrounding him with her large tits, watching as he thrust, his pre-cum lubricating their flesh, and with a grunt, he came, spraying his cum up over her neck and breasts.
The room fell silent and Brad’s forehead gently dropped to meet Kate’s.
‘I can’t believe you came all over me,’ she said in mock disbelief.
‘Sorry baby, but you told me not to finish inside you,’ he replied, rolling to the side and wrapping his arms around her.
‘Hmm,’ she said, running her fingers through the sticky mess. ‘I still don’t think my dad would approve.’
‘Then we’ll just have to not tell him.’
They lay still, together. Kate could feel Brad’s cum drying on her skin but neither of them wanted to move, feeling happy in their re-connection.
‘I love you,’ Brad said.
‘I love you too.’
The room fell silent again, and as the air conditioning came on, cooling the room the doorbell rang.
