He 'offers' to return the favor and then messes with her as she washes him

As the hot water starts spraying down on us, an idea occurs to me as I watch Jennifer grab her loofah off the shower rack. I stop her before she can lather it up, knowing what I am about to do is going to need zero sponges of any kind in my opinion.

"Don't bother with that thing. I hate the feeling of sponges and loofahs. I hate holding them and feeling them scrape across my body. Just use your hands, Jen." I lie to her. I actually didn't mind loofahs. I even made it a point to use hers directly after some of her showers. With how soft hers is and the idea that she rubbed her tits and pussy with it, it made a great fapping tool.

But a fapping tool wasn't what I wanted now...unless you want to call Jennifer my new 'tool'.

Surprisingly, I don't have to tell her twice as she sets the sponge down without protest. Instead, she squirts the soap into her hand and starts rubbing it together to form suds. Before she can start, however, I decide to boldly go forward with my idea.

"Ya know, it's really nice of you to clean the bathroom for me. I really appreciate it. Hey, you'll need to be cleaned too, right? As thanks for helping me, I'll clean you next. Cool?" I say, telling her what I'm going to do before pretending to ask.

She pauses this time, taking a moment to process as her hands drip with soap. But even then, she nods in agreement. "Well, thanks. I... didn't expect you to offer help after giving me your chore. I appreciate it." She thanks me to my shock, surprised at how her mind took the new order. She then glares at me in a warning. "But don't be weird like you usually are. Just because you will be cleaning my body doesn't mean you get to perv on me."

I decide to roll with her new thought process as I put my hands up in defense. "Yeesh, I'm choosing to help out and this is how you respond. No need to be so harsh. I'm just washing your body. If anything comes across as perverted, it's just your dirty mind at work Jennifer. Don't blame your own perverted thoughts on me." I respond, intending to really screw with her before I screw her.

Her face screws up in confusion, her mind seemingly having trouble processing the statement. Whether it's knowing my usual perversion towards her or her own absence of perversion towards me causing the issue, who knows? Eventually, she just shakes her head in frustration, giving up on her thoughts.

"Yeah, whatever. Just turn around so I can clean your back first." She orders me. I oblige, smirking as I turn away from her.

Just like that, my roommate's wife and my crush is washing my body. Feeling her soft, soapy hands rubbing up and down my back feels great. Feeling her hands go lower made me fantasize about her reaching around and giving me a hand job. Then I'd turn my head, meeting her lip in a lover's kiss...

But I knew that wouldn't happen just yet. As I feel her scrubbing down my body, I knew I still had a ways to go before Jennifer would be spontaneously sexual with me. But I'd get there eventually. No matter what.

After a while of scrubbing my back(and a fleeting feeling of her cleaning the asshole that left me with conflicting feelings I'd unpack later), I turned around so she could do my front. After she had soaped her hands back up, she starts rubbing my chest. Just like before, this kick-starts some fantasies in my mind but I shake them off. I refused to be distracted when the moment came that I have been waiting for.

Slowly and almost tauntingly, she washes each part of the front of my body. Her hands glided from my chest to my arms, and then my stomach. Finally, she gets down on her knees. As she gets down, her face smacks against my rock-hard pole. The incident causes her to pause, staring at my dick in near disbelief at what happened.

'Makes me wonder if Marcus isn't big enough for that to have happened by accident before.' I muse to myself, pride causing my cock to throb.

"Something the matter Jen?" I ask her concernedly(tauntingly).

She snaps out of staring at my dick, her cheeks red from more than the hot shower we were currently in. "Y-yeah. Just, uh...was surprised."

"Oh, is that so? I know you said I was bigger before, but is Marcus really not big enough for that to have been a problem before?" I tease her.

She tries to glare up at me, but the heat is really taken out of her gaze by my cock pretty much pointing at her face. She seems to be avoiding the one-eyed monster as she chooses to wash my legs next instead, breaking her gaze to focus on her 'chore'. "Not that it's any of your business...but no, it hasn't been an issue before. Which honestly I prefer. What kind of woman wants to be smacked in the face by their man's dick?" She states, giving a rather weak argument why Marcus not having a big dick is a good thing.

'You will when I'm done with you.' I think to myself.

She soon finishes cleaning my legs and is left with the part she has been avoiding: my junk. She eyes my penis like it is a particularly venomous snake, ready to surge forward and strike at any moment. Such a comparison might have been partially accurate. She hesitantly reaches up, at last grasping my shaft by the base. Her touch was like lightning, a jolt of pleasure sent through me. With her hand slick with soap, she firmly rubs up and down my length with slow strokes. She is essentially jacking me off and I was loving every second of it.

But I knew if I didn't say anything, she would definitely stop long before I reached my climax. Luckily, I already had a plan ahead of time. Sadly, the first part of the said plan involves me stopping her for a moment.

"Hold up Jen. We have a problem." I tell her, with as serious an expression as I can muster.

She exhales, seemingly in relief. "Thank goodness, I thought it was just me. I mean, I know I'm supposed to clean your body, but it seems kinda wrong to be handling your dick..." She starts to 'agree' with me, letting go of my cock disappointingly.

"What? No, that's not the problem. Don't be ridiculous. It's perfectly natural to handle someone's private parts when you're cleaning them." I rebuff her concerns.

That seems to surprise her, caught flat-footed at the sudden disagreement. Then she decides to correct herself by placing her hand back on my cock. "O-oh, ok. Yeah, I guess I do sound kinda silly when you put it like that. But if that isn't the issue, then what is?"

And this is where I start explaining the 'problem'. "Well Jen, as you can see before your eyes, I am very turned on right now. It's perfectly understandable of course. I have a naked, beautiful woman before me and have been feeling her soft hands run all over my body in very pleasurable ways. So it's only natural I am horny because of it."

I doubly reinforced to her that my being horny is natural as a precaution so she doesn't recoil or lash out. Both possibilities would be bad for me, especially with my dick in her hand.

She seems to take the info well enough, smiling a little at the compliment of her beauty. Whether consciously or not, her hand rubs my erection in appreciation. "That makes sense I guess. Though I still haven't heard you say what the actual problem is." She says, looking at me curiously.

'Now for the bullshitting.' I think, jumping headlong into my ridiculous explanation that I will **** her to accept. "The problem is Jennifer, that your washing of my dick is very erotically pleasing. And the more you inadvertently pleasure my cock, the more pre-cum that will come out the tip. And if pre-cum is getting into the soap-washing my body, then your not washing my body anymore are you? You're making my body dirty instead. Understand?"

She was silently watching me, nodding along to my explanation occasionally. When I finished she glanced at my cock and then back at me as if confused/conflicted. "I think I understand...so, what now? I'm supposed to wash your cock, but now I...can't? Are you going to wash it then?" She asks, though she still hasn't taken her hand off my cock thankfully.

I immediately shake my head. "No no, it is still your chore. We just have to make it where I'm not hard and steadily leaking pre-cum anymore. And there is just one way to do that: you have to make me cum."

The second I said that her eyes widened and her hand squeezed my penis. It wasn't that hard and instead quite nice, so it must have been subconscious rather than out of anger.

"W-what? Dustin I-I can't- WE can't do that! I'm married, to your friend! You know this, why would you-" She starts to ramble, her subconscious seeming to fight back at the mind control. Luckily, I was not a quitter.

"Jennifer shut up!" I yell at her. She quiets, likely because of shock at my yell and the mind control. I start in at her before she can regain her senses. "Look, you're being ridiculous. Cleaning me is a chore you must do. Now there is a problem that is in the way with a simple solution. All you have to do is make me cum. I'm not saying you need to outright fuck me, just give me a handjob or blowjob or heck, even a titjob. That way you can finish cleaning me." I emphasize certain things, trying to ingrain specific orders.

"And so what if we did have sex in here? It wouldn't be a surprising thing to do. We are two full-grown and attractive adults, naked, and in a hot steamy shower. Sex in this situation would be normal. It would honestly be more strange if we didn't have sex, especially if we are both turned on. And while I may be turned on, I have yet to hear you say you are turned on Jennifer. Are you?" I ask her, continuing to emphasize certain parts of my speech so they sound like orders in her head.

She looks a bit lost, her eyes unfocused as she processes the new info. Her hand seems to subconsciously start rubbing my cock according to the new orders. As she comes back into focus, she answers me nervously.

"N-no." She states a bald-faced lie as I see her perfect nipples harden before my eyes. But I let it slide for now. Slow and steady wins the race.

"Then all you have to do is make me cum and we can move on. God, quit being crazy. It is normal to do this when you're cleaning our bathroom with me in here." I restate one last time, just to make it sink in.

She nods, biting her lip as she brings her gaze to eye level with my cock. She strokes it experimentally, either fascinated with the feeling of my dick or its bigger size than her husband's. "I guess...I can just do it with my hand. That'll work, right?" She asks awkwardly.

'Ok, either her **** to do more is her mind resisting the commands to do sexual acts with me, or she and Marcus have the most boring sex life ever.' I think while looking judgingly down at her. She squirms at my gaze, nervous for several reasons.

"I mean, yes it'll work, but it will take a while. And we can only use so much hot water, ya know. It would be more efficient to use either your mouth or breasts." I say, not even lying really. An idea occurs to me and I add. "And whatever method you do use, you should swallow the load anyway so you don't have to worry about cleaning it up."

She looks uncomfortable at the suggestion but acquiesces with a nod. She thinks for a moment before letting go of my cock. I'm not even disappointed as she grabs her breasts and wraps them around my length.

The sight and feeling of Jennifer's amazing tits engulfing my length are one of my biggest dreams come true. It beats anything I've had wrapped around my cock before by far. My hand, Jen's loofah, Jen's panties, even Jen's own hand can't compare to this. Her soft, marshmallow-like boobs caressing my cock on all sides were only made better by the fact that I was big enough that the tip stuck out the top of her mounds.

Then she started moving and it was a new level of bliss. She is moving slowly at first, making an awkward yet earnest effort to perform a titjob for what might have been the first time ever for her. But even at her initially slow speed, it was ecstasy level of pleasure. Her soft and slick boobs sliding up and down my length were wonderful to feel.

Even as my mind was filled with pleasure, I kept my focus on Jennifer and was glad I did. She was so focused on where my cock slid in and out of her boobs. I liked to think she was as fascinated with the feeling of the act as I was. But my little cleaning lady was probably wanting to just do a good job and have this done faster. Though who knows, maybe she does like this herself no matter how she denies it.

It took a few minutes longer before I could feel my climax finally approaching. Part of me wanted to just grab her head and **** my dick down her throat, shooting the jizz right into her stomach. But I knew I couldn't do that if I wanted to keep going with her. So instead, I simply touch the side of her head to get her attention. She looks up at me, a bit dazed as she seems to have gotten a bit lost in pleasuring me.

I smirk down at her. "I'm about to cum. You either need to start sucking or have your mouth ready so I can pull you in to catch it."

This jars her as she glanced back down anxiously. "I-I will suck it the rest of the way. I hope none of it gets in my actual mouth." She mumbles irritated.

"Don't worry about that Jen. Even if it does, my semen tastes good. Ladies before found it not only delicious but erotically pleasing as well." I lie blatantly just to **** her to like it.

She looks disbelieving at me but doesn't argue. "Whatever you say, Dustin." She says flippantly. Then she takes my dick in her mouth, letting her breasts drop as she starts blowing me.

I don't have long to marvel at her blowjob skills before I cum. Like an explosion, I release stream after stream of cum into her mouth. I have no idea how much ends up down her throat and how much stays in her mouth. And at the moment, I frankly don't care as I just ride the high of cumming in the mouth of my best friend's wife. The sensation is so strong, I had to steady myself against the wall with one hand while my other rested on Jennifer's head. I let out a low, pleased groan.

As the last of my essence leaves me, I come back down to Earth. I see Jennifer enthusiastically sucking out the rest of my cum. I guess that last-second command set in. Once it's clear she has gotten all she can get, she slides back from my cock. She holds her mouth shut and seems to swirl my cum around a bit before swallowing. She doesn't miss a beat as she reaches over to grab the body wash one last time. As she starts washing my freshly emptied testicles, she starts casually talking to me as if at ease now that it was over.

"Well Dustin, you were right in several ways. Making you cum was the best way to get your cock flaccid so I can clean it." She admits, one hand fondling my balls while the other is rubbing down my soft cock. If I hadn't just cum, I would definitely be enjoying this treatment. Hopefully, I'll be ready to go again when I get my hands on her body. "And as much as I wasn't expecting it, your...cum did taste pretty good."

She finishes her cleaning and lets the water wash away the remains of the soap and probably her saliva as well. Before she got up though, I stopped her. After what just happened, I had to get her to do one thing.

"Hold on Jen. I think I need to make sure you did swallow all my cum. We don't need any to leak out on one of us or the tub. Open your mouth for me and stick your tongue out for me." I order her.

She rolls her eyes but does so obligingly. The sight of her on her knees before me, showing off her empty mouth with the knowledge that she just recently swallowed my jizz...

My cock throbbed dully at the completed fantasy coming true, a sign that this was only just the beginning.

I smile down at her and nod as I help her up. "Alright, all good. Now it's my turn to wash you, Jennifer."

(A/N: decided to try and attempt to add some pics to fuel the imagination a bit of some of you. Let me know if ya want more pics like that or not. Trying to find fitting pics for the right character in the right situation might get tricky)