A Cold Shower on a Hot Day

Thomas shook his head as he and Aubrey plodded through the sand back up to the beach house. The kids had wanted to race, but the advantage was heavily in their favor as he and Aubrey had been tasked with hauling back most of their beach items like the towels, sand castle buckets, beach bag, and cooler.

“Alright you two, make sure you’re all rinsed off before you go inside.” Thomas yelled out as he and Aubrey continued up the path to the beach house.

Both kids complained, but he was happy to hear the noise of the outside shower as he walked up onto the patio. They complained again about the coldness of the water, but he knew it was more about the act of having to rinse off as opposed to the water’s temperature which wasn’t much different from the ocean water they had just been in. He and Aubrey then diverted off to the hose to rinse off some of the toys and other items that had developed a nice sandy coating.

“I can get this, Thomas.” Aubrey said looking over her shoulder as she bent over to spread out the beach toys to rinse off.

Thomas tried to look away as her cute, swimsuit covered ass stared back at him. He never thought hearing his name would sound so dangerous and yet it wasn’t the way she was saying it but rather that she was saying it at all. She called it their ‘secret’ and that was the last thing he needed right now in his marriage-- a secret from Rachel, even if it did seem harmless.

“No, I insist. You go sort out those two and I’ll get this.”

“Oh, I see. Give me the hard job,” she teased.

“Well…”

“I know. It IS my job.” she said with a giggle before she stood and walked past him.

Thomas then took a deep breath. He needed to regain his composure and clear his head of Aubrey. He was playing with fire and like his previously poorly covered back, if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get burned.

After rinsing off the toys and hanging his towel next to the others Thomas walked over to the outside shower and turned it on. He had to admit it was a little colder than expected, but he probably needed a cold shower and soon it started to feel good on his warm skin as he adjusted to the temperature. He didn’t need much of a rinse off as he had not developed the same sandy coating as the kids, but the coolness gave him that extra jolt he needed to get his senses back in order. Aubrey… and Rachel were right, he needed to get up and move around more throughout his day. He had afternoon workouts he was trying to maintain, but he also knew that any moving around prior to that needed to be less around Aubrey. He didn’t think anything would happen, but he needed to keep any lingering thoughts in check lest something were to happen he knew he’d regret. This summer was supposed to be about reconnecting with Rachel and reigniting some of the romance in their marriage.

As the water continued to cascade over his face he redirected his thoughts to his wife. He wanted beach days to be with her. He wanted to run, laugh, and play in the sand with the kids and see her smiling face with theirs. He wanted to relax and feel her skin on his.

Standing there he could almost feel her. He could feel her hands as they ran up and down his back and around his waist, pulling him in tight as her head rested against the back of his shoulder. Her hands then danced along down his stomach and playfully teased him as she ran a finger over the length of his hardening cock, tracing along his growing erection over his swim trunks. Part of him wanted to relax and enjoy her touch, but he couldn’t resist turning, seeing her, and holding her in his arms.

Thomas then turned around and opened his eyes, knowing his playful little daydream needed to end, but instead he was startled when instead of no one standing there, he was staring back into Aubrey’s big blue eyes as she was just inches away from him.

“Sorry,” she said biting her lower lip, “I was bad and forgot to rinse off.”

Thomas was at a loss for words as he stared back at her as she closed the gap in between them causing him to step back under the spray of the shower. He squinted under the water flooding his eyes as he watched it pour over her head and down her body. He then took another step back in hopes of slipping away, but she reached out her hand and placed it on his chest.

“Stay.”

“Aubrey, this…” he tried to protest, but before he could speak she had closed the gap again, reached up, and pulled him down for a kiss.

His body stiffened for a moment before he felt his shoulders drop and relax as he embraced her soft, warm lips onto his. Her kiss was passionate but gentle, yet something inside him wanted more. He then reached up and tangled his fingers in her wet hair, cradling her head as their lips continued to slide over each other before their tongues emerged into the other’s mouth, hungry for more. His other hand reached up behind her and pulled her in tight against his body as he felt his now rock hard cock pressed up against her lower body. She moaned into his mouth as their lips and tongues continued to dance.

Thomas knew this was wrong, but it was almost as if some primal urge was driving him and he had no control. Their kissing became more intense and Thomas felt himself falling deeper into the abyss of their lust, but this was already too far. As much as his cock and body were telling him to let go and embrace this beautiful woman and all their urges, he had to pull away.

Thomas blinked several times and stepped out from under the cascading water of his shower. The burning sensation in his eyes then **** him back under the tepid water to rinse the shampoo that had washed over his face and into his eyes.

He looked around a bit with blurry vision and felt dazed, not sure how long he had been standing there in the shower, but knew it was long enough for the water to lose its warmth.

After rinsing off and stepping out into the steamy bathroom he tried to remember what he was doing before he got lost in thought and ended up in the bathroom. He remembered going down to the beach with Aubrey and the kids and coming back, but his brain felt fuzzy on the rest. He had been thinking about Rachel and remembered being turned on, but he must’ve been in a haze when he got in the shower.

Rachel often picked on him for being on auto-pilot whenever he was deep into a project. She’d tell them that it was like watching a zombie at times, doing everyday things but without any awareness that he was doing them. He agreed that he got that way, often going through rote activities and chores without thinking about them or doing weird things like putting the cereal in the fridge or the peanut butter next to the plates. He also felt tired, but assumed that was from a little too much sun.