Shower Shenanigans, and a Lost Bet

John woke up with a start, looking around groggily as his vision slowly cleared. He was lying on the guest bed, other side of it empty. “Where’s Kelly?” he murmured in a sleepy daze, before recalling last night’s events.

Oh, that’s right. Kelly had come home pretty late last night, with Shaun in tow. Both of them were soaking wet, and Kelly looked like she had just run a marathon.

John let them have their space as they retreated hurriedly into the master bedroom. He eventually went to bed in the guest room, where he just woke up, as had become the norm when Shaun was visiting.

Sitting upright, he listened for sounds of life, only to find the house eerily quiet. It was the same last night – deathly silence apart from some rustling of the bedsheet, as if the ‘pretend’ couple were exhausted out of their minds to even bother with keeping up their charade.

Letting out a yawn, John got up, feeling the need to take a piss. He dragged his still sleepy body to the master bedroom, surprised to find it unlocked. Peeking inside, he saw the bed disheveled, but still no sign of either of them. “Has Shaun left already? Then where on earth is Kelly?”

John lumbered towards the bathroom, pushing the door open. He took out his cock and aimed it at the toilet bowl with his right hand. “God damn morning wood”, he mumbled.

Just then, he heard a thud in the shower, separated from the toilet by a glass door. The door was foggy from the steam of the hot shower, but there was no doubt what John was seeing in front of his sleepy, befuddled eyes.

A pair of large boobs, accompanied by erect nipples and delicious areolas, were pressed into the foggy glass panel, the rest of the body obscured by the steam.

“Kelly?” John called out, his mind immediately drifting to all sorts of perilous scenarios. Had she slipped in the shower and hurt herself on the glass?

He heard a small raucous in the fog, sounds of multiple voices hushing each other, before Kelly spoke up.

“John? Oh, we were just taking a shower…”

We? John’s still sleepy brain took a moment to process the information. By ‘we’, did Kelly mean, she and… Shaun?

Swallowing hard, John asked, “Is Shaun in there with you, babe?”

“Yes, we were facetiming with Sharon, and Shaun had the idea of faking some shower sex to convince her. You don’t mind, do you babe?”

“No, yes, I mean…”

“Oh, what were you doing here anyway, hun?”

“I was just looking to pee…”

“Oh? I don’t hear you peeing, babe”, Kelly replied from the other side of the door mischievously. “Go on!”

John looked down at his cock, which was now sporting a raging hard-on. Fuck.

Within a few seconds, the shower door slid open a few inches as Kelly peeked out of the door, just her head visible from the outside.

“Hey hun! Good morning”. She blew a kiss at her husband, her torso swaying and bouncing ever so slightly.

John was caught red-handed, with his cock standing in full attention in his hand, his misery amplified by the fact that his wife was staring straight at it now.

“Oh my, is that… ughh… For me baby?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll put it awa…”

“Nonsense, babe. Come here”, she whispered.

As John took a couple of steps toward Kelly, he could see her face was flustered, as if she was going through some kind of physical exertion. Her gorgeous, flowy hair swayed every couple of seconds, along with her entire torso.

“Are you alright, babe? You seem kind of shaky…”

“Oh, that’s just from the hot water. Don’t worry about it. Come here.”

John took another step forward, within touching distance of her wife. But Kelly made no effort to grab his cock, rather looked at him seductively, her gaze alternating between naughty and the thousand-yard stare.

“Are you thinking about how it will look if Shaun was fucking me for real?” she whispered, barely audible, her voice dripping with lust.

“Come on Kelly, you can’t expect me to…”

“Tell me the truth, baby. I won’t mind, I promise.”

John hesitated for a long moment, then signed. He had been jerking off to the fantasy of Shaun fucking her for the past month. He thought he had been doing it stealthily, without his wife knowing, but it appeared she knew already, or at least, suspected it.

“Fine, yes, I am. Happy?” he relented. The cat was out of the bag now. The least he could do was trying to come out of it with some of his dignity intact.

“Tell me what were you thinking about, mister. I want to hear it from you”, whispered Kelly, the swaying appearing to increase on her torso, her speech slightly slurred, her stare more glazed.

“I was thinking about Shaun fucking you”.

Kelly let out an audible moan.

“But not like, in a real sense. It’s like… It’s like porn, you know? Real life, but like, fantasy? Like, when…” John was now stammering, trying to find the right words. How on earth do you make someone understand that you think of them as your own personal porn?

“It’s OK baby. I understand. You know there’s nothing going on between me and Shaun. Right?”

A loud slap rang throughout the shower, followed by a yelp from Kelly.

“Shaun is… ughh… Shaun is just making sure it looks realistic for the girls, baby. Ahhgh…”

John looked on in amazement. He had seen Kelly have ‘pretend’ sex with Shaun before via livestream, even overheard it from the other room, but he never had the privilege of watching it face to face. Standing there, big, hard cock in his hand, he found the experience extremely erotic.

“Do you want to masturbate, baby?” cooed Kelly, fully knowing the answer.

John’s ears were burning in shame when he started jerking off his dick with slow, staggered strokes of his hand right in front of his wife. If he went any faster, he might have orgasmed at that right moment.

The swaying in Kelly’s body increased – her boobs were now slapping the glass frame of the door, tantalizingly out of John’s view. A series of slaps rang out in the foggy shower booth, as John quickened his own pace of stroking his cock, inches away from his wife.

“Ba… Babe…”

“What is it, hun?” John asked, his mind focused on the ‘fake’ erotic scene playing out in front of him, as he felt pleasure building in the base of his cock, through his testicles, and groin.

“Shaun’s fucking my pussy so good in the shower, baby”, Kelly whispered, eyes bulging out, mouth agape, voice straining.

John’s cum splattered hard on the glass door, jet after jet after jet. After at least 30 seconds of shooting his semen, his cock finally relented, as John sat back on the toilet.

“Fuck”.

“Good boy”. With that, Kelly closed the door on his face, stepping back into the foggy shower booth.

As John was finally pissing into the bowl, he heard the slapping sound return, but this time, it sounded heavier, like flesh on flesh.

“Sharon must have been convinced by now”, the gullible, ever so trusting husband muttered.

… … …

Shaun had his hand covering Kelly’s mouth, dampening her screams as she was getting pounded mercilessly by her lover’s cock. John had left the bathroom a few minutes ago, but Shaun didn’t want to take any chances. He wanted to finish properly this time, after being interrupted so unceremoniously earlier.

The interruption, however, seemed to have driven the teasing housewife over the edge, as she was nearing her third orgasm of the morning. With Shaun teasing her g-spot with fast, shallow thrusts, it won’t be long either.

Kelly could not believe she just made her loving husband masturbate for her while she was getting railed by her lover behind the cover of the foggy glass door.

She knew it was wrong, absolutely immoral, but she couldn’t help herself, her newfound depravity dictating her actions more often than not.

Besides, John seemed to enjoy it more than she did. She knew how to make her husband climax during sex, and she could bet her last dime on the fact that he came harder this morning than any sex they had had over the 15 years of their marriage.

The cum stains on the shower door was testament to that.

Making him feel that good - that couldn't be wrong, right?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Shaun was at the edge of his own orgasm. His cock was now pistoning in and out of her cunt, ready to explode at any moment. She concentrated on squeezing her pussy around his cock – this little trick always drove her lover crazy.

But as his cock showed no sign of slowing down, it was Kelly who started climaxing again, muttering a barely audible ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ through Shaun’s hand covering her mouth. Her pussy was gushing juices all over the place, thanks to Shaun still hammering her cumming pussy.

She fell forward, holding on to the shower knob for dear life, as her cunt was facing upwards now – more exposed, more **** to Shaun’s pounding. And pound he did, channeling all his jealousy for John into every stroke.

Grunting, Shaun let loose his own orgasm, pumping the cheating housewife’s inviting pussy full of his hot cum. As his seed pumped deeper and deeper into her hole, Kelly stirred under him, babbling incoherently.

After climaxing three times since morning, Kelly thought she had reached her limit. But Shaun’s hot seed inside her burning pussy made her body react, as even in her near-catatonic state, she started climaxing again.

The last thing she remembered was blacking out on the wet bathroom floor after having four straight mind-blowing orgasms.

… … …

As they were finally cleaning up, Shaun kissed the still light-headed brunette, hugging her close.

“How was that, bitch?”

“Fuck you, Shaun. You made my pussy so sore”, Kelly punched him playfully, before kissing him deeply on the lips.

“Thank you. I’ve never had so many orgasms together”.

“I bet I can make you cum again.”

“Yeah right. You just want to get into my pants again”. Kelly was giggling, kissing her lover gently again.

“I’m serious, I bet I can make you cum again within the next hour. And how about this? I won’t even touch you to do it”, winked Shaun.

“Not even touch me? Now you’re in trouble, young man. What’s you wager?” Kelly said laughing, while Shaun was drying her back using a towel.

“If I win, you’ll have to go to a strip club with me tonight”, Shaun winked, pinching her nipple lightly to make her wince. He could see she was already not comfortable with the idea.

“Good. No matter how good a fuck she is, she’s still trash”, he tried to convince himself as he continued drying her all over her body with the towel. With each passing day, it was getting harder and harder to hold onto that notion.

“Mmm… And if I win?”

“Anything you want, no questions asked.”

“Fine, you have yourself a deal, mister”, Kelly accepted, before whispering in his ears.

“You better not lose to a so-called fucking trash.”

… … …

“Hey, this is not what we agreed on!”

“I said I won’t touch you to make you cum. I never said I couldn’t stick something else in your whore pussy before”, grinned Shaun widely.

He was holding the vibrator egg Sharon had gifted Kelly. He picked it up from the theater floor last night along with the remote control after it slipped from the horny housewife’s pussy while she was having an orgasm from ass fucking. “Good times”, he chuckled to himself.

“Besides, I won’t even use the remote. I promise”, he assured the brunette.

Resigning, a naked Kelly spread her legs on the bed, letting Shaun insert the egg into her cunt. After teasing her clit and nipples a little, Shaun pushed the egg into her freshly wet pussy.

“All done. Get dressed and come out, you fucking cunt”, Shaun kissed her on the forehead.

By the time Kelly got out, wearing a pair of plain white shorts and an oversized white t-shirt, the egg lodged deep in her pussy of course, John and Shaun, her husband and her lover – had set up breakfast.

She smelled pancakes and freshly poached eggs in the air, lifting her mood instantly. “Mmm, delicious”, she thought to herself, smiling.

As the three of them took seat at the dining table, Shaun stealthily passed his phone to Kelly. She blinked twice, not sure what she was supposed to see, before her eyes went wide at the screen.

Shaun had started the timer app on his phone, and it read “59:55:56”. “He wants to start the bet now? Right now? Has he gone insane?” Kelly’s mind was scrambling to find an explanation. What on earth was Shaun thinking? How could he make her cum in the next hour without touching her at all?

“Hey John, do you have any idea what this remote does?”

Kelly’s eyes shot up, panic creeping up her spine, coupled with excitement. Surely, Shaun couldn’t…

John took the remote from Shaun’s hand, pressing a button on it. “The medium setting on the vibrator. Fuck.” As Kelly was cursing under her breath, she felt the egg come to life inside her cunt, jolting her body with its relentless humming.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“I found it under the couch in the morning. Do you think it connects to any appliance in the house? Why don’t you try some other buttons?”

Shaun had scrubbed away the branding from the plastic object, leaving no clue about its use. Kelly had to watch John try for the next ten minutes with pretty much every appliance in the house – the TV, washing machine, grinder, blender, geyser, even the smart lights.

Meanwhile, her pussy was being violated by the vibrator at every setting available, the inconsistent rhythm ruining any buildup of pleasure inside her while the constant sensations kept her on the edge the whole time.

“Fucking Shaun. Why did I ever trust him to play fair?”

Around the fifteen-minute mark, Shaun suggested the remote might be connected to a car somehow. Standing near the window, John first pointed to his own car, then Shaun’s, pressing the button for the highest setting on the remote, hoping for something to happen.

“I guess it doesn’t do anything”, he said, still looking at the driveway.

Back at the dining table, Shaun was grinning at the squirming housewife, enjoying her torment at the hands of her unwitting husband. Cursing, she whispered to the teenage student, “Fine, you win. Now make it stop. Pleaseee.”

“No whore. I don’t win until you cum, remember? And I can’t even touch you. Oops!” Shaun was laughing at her arousal now.

“Suffer, bitch. You look pretty when you suffer”, he thought to himself.

The now horny housewife, who had already had four orgasms already, and it wasn’t even nine o’clock on a Saturday morning, stole a quick glance at her husband, who was still looking out of the window.

Sighing, she let her left hand pinch her nipples one after the other, while her right hand started rubbing her wet pussy over the loose shorts, with the vibrator buzzing incessantly inside.

Brows furrowed in concentration, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead, she worked both hands in unison, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

“I guess it’s useless then”. Her husband was coming back into the dining room.

Kelly dropped the egg from her plate on the floor, immediately getting down from the chair, while her hands worked in a furious rhythm to edge her closer and closer.

“You OK down there, babe?”

“Yes, mmm… just cleaning up the mess…”

Breaths heavy, fingers a blur, she worked herself to a glorious orgasm within a couple of minutes while sprawled awkwardly under the table, avoiding her gullible husband’s gaze. As she got out, she gave Shaun the stink-eye, glaring at him with menace.

“And it took me just twenty minutes to win, you useless trash. Your cheap cunt is not even worth my hour”, he whispered.

Kelly’s body shuddered, both from the humiliation and anticipation for what was to come.

She was going to a strip club tonight.