Wet Fun

*Please R&R! Word Count: 1458*

They lay on the bed together, neither touching the other. Jack typed up a business report on his laptop, completely engrossed in his work. He wore his glasses, something he did only when he was working, though Adeline couldn’t understand why. She sat beside him, an open book forgotten on her lap. Instead of reading the words before her, she read the lines of emotion in her husband’s face. Although they weren’t exactly old, years of stress was starting to take its toll on them. Crow’s feet traced out from his green eyes, and several fine creases were starting to appear on his forehead. His brown hair was still thick and full, and his body was hard and lanky. She watched his hands flying over the keyboard, long thin fingers doing what they knew best…or at least that’s what they seemed to know best anymore. Adeline frowned slightly, for once not worrying about the lines emerging around her mouth.

It had been several months since their little ‘adventure’ in the kitchen. Since that steamy night in December, they had only made love twice. A promotion was dangling before Jack, easily within his grasp if he but reached out; therefore all his attention was focused upon that. Adeline, on the other hand, was spending most of her free time going through her dead grandmother’s things, selling and distributing where needed - truth be told there hadn’t been time for them to love each other as they used to.

Well, Adeline thought to herself with a smirk, maybe one of us should step up and take the initiative. Closing her book (she couldn’t seem to remember what she’d been reading about), she set it off to the side, and turned to curl up close to her husband. Casually, she began to run her fingers threw his hair, loving the way it felt. Jack didn’t spare her a glance. Trailing her other hand down his arm, her lips traced his jawbone and neck, breathing hot air into his ear. He shrugged her off.

“Babe I have got to get this done,” he murmured, his lips barely moving. “If I get it done tonight, tomorrow I can start on the Marx Report, putting me ahead. Maybe after that.” His eyes didn’t leave the screen, reading and re-reading his words. Sighing deeply, Adeline slid away from him, towards the master bathroom. If he wasn’t going to play, she’d do it herself. In a dejected sort of way, she closed the door behind her, leaving it open just an inch; enough for him to hear but not see. Smiling softly, Adeline turned on the water in their upright glass shower, testing the water to just about scalding.

Soon the mirror was fogged, and steam rolled out the crack in the door. Adeline slipped off her blue silk nightie, rubbing her hands over her body. She caressed her small breasts, dipped her hands over her smooth belly, kneading her soft thighs and backside. In the bedroom she could vaguely see her husband diligently working away, tongue peeking from between his lips. She thought of him using that tongue on her, shuddering.

The water was ready. Closing the glass door behind her, Adeline tied her black hair up into a high bun, intent on cleaning her body only. For awhile she merely lathered herself up, smelling of jasmine. Then, on a whim, she took the bath sponge and massaged the junction between her legs, reveling in the feeling of something touching her there. Gradually her light touches became firmer, pressing more deeply inside her. Letting out a breathy sigh, she reached for the detachable showerhead with its multiple settings. Smiling in bliss, she slowly worked it over her body, washing away the sweet smelling suds.

When she got to her bare shaved crotch, Adeline adjusted herself on the little ledge inside the shower, and spread her legs. Her sex was red and swollen from her earlier administrations. Putting the setting on pulse, she moaned loudly as she held the squirting water to her clit, feeling it swell and become more and more sensitive; almost unbearably so. Grinning and sighing, Adeline worked two fingers into her hot pussy, slowly moving them in and out. Laughing at how wonderful she felt, she kept her pace slow and steady, allowing herself to gently build up to the orgasm she had been hungering for these past few months.

From the bedroom, Jack’s attention quickly came off his work when he heard his wife’s erotic shout. He’d heard her panting and moaning (she never was able to keep quiet), but tried desperately to ignore them. Their future depended on him getting this promotion. Adeline’s excited groans and ‘oh’s were rapidly having an affect on his libido, making it rise to the occasion. Thinking back, he could only recall catching his wife pleasing herself a handful of times, each when they’d gone without sex for months.

With a sigh, Jack set aside his computer. No way in hell was there going to be any way he could finish in his condition; the noises coming from the shower were giving him a hard-on he couldn’t ignore, and really didn’t want to. He missed the heat of his wife’s cunt around him; the way she clung to him as orgasm racked her body in waves of pulsing pleasure. He groaned, almost able to feel her gripping him. Dropping his pants and shirt, he lightly stroked himself as he meandered towards the steamy bathroom and his waiting wife. He could just vaguely see her writhing silhouette through the foggy glass, legs braced against the tiled walls for support. He squeezed himself, getting even harder at the sight.

So absorbed in her mind-bending gratification, Adeline didn’t notice the shower door open and close, her husband’s presence barely registering in her lusty mind. She was so close, so close she could taste it in the back of her throat. Her hips jerked every time a gush of water hit her clit, fingers twitching around the showerhead and in her pussy. She cried out and wiggled in ecstasy, coming ever closer, almost at the edge when Jack took her in his arms and shoved his rock hard cock deep inside her. He plowed into her tight heat, one talented hand replacing the showerhead on her clit. She shrieked in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. One leg wrapped itself tightly around his waist, drawing him in. Jack groaned, grinding against her harder and faster.

Adeline moaned low in her throat as she came, her pussy clenching in spasms, hips jerking as her husband’s finger touched her clit. Panting heavily in his ear, she dragged her clipped nails down his back to cup his ass, trying to push him as deep into her as she could. Jack made a loud noise in the back of his throat at the feeling of her nails on his skin, pumping her body faster and faster, trying to break her in two. Every time he touched her sensitive clit she would bark out a sharp gasp of pleasure, and her cunt would tighten around him, so he made sure to do it often. All too soon his orgasm overcame him, spilling his seed deep inside his quivering wife. He shouted her name into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth into her flesh in his ecstasy. His shaking knees almost brought both of them down. Sighing, he pulled his cock from her, and saw a smile plastered on her features. Tenderly he kissed her lips, cradling her body against his as if it were made of the finest china. She kissed him back just as softly, caressing his face with the tips of her fingers.

“I missed this,” she whispered against his lips. She said it so quietly; his heart nearly broke to hear the loneliness in it. He kissed her again, brushing her hair away from her face, and rested his forehead against hers. He looked deep into her blue grey eyes.

“I did too,” he replied gently. “Tomorrow, I’ll take the day off and we’ll go do something. Just the two of us; no cell phones, no pagers, no laptop. I’m totally and completely yours to do with as you will.” He winked when he said it. She smiled wide, happiness seeping from her very pores. She held his head in her hands and licked his lips.

“Well then we should get to bed so we tomorrow can come early,” Adeline murmured. He nodded, already stifling a yawn. They tenderly dried one another off with a towel, and walked hand and hand back to bed, eager to drift off into tomorrow.