Talking to Jess

Hunter held Jess, his mind whirling as he tried to comprehend what had come over his sweet and rather modest wife. He became aware that the water was growing cold as the hot water tank started to exhaust. Still holding her, he leaned forward and turned off the shower.

"Wow," he said, holding her at arms length to look at her. "That was pretty incredible."

For a moment Jess looked confused, then a flush of embarrassment reddened her face. "I don't know what got into me," she blurted, stepping back out of his reach. "Oh my God I've never behaved like that!"

"It's ok Jess," he comforted her. "No harm done, and we both had fun."

"I acted like such a...a slut. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. This is between you and I and we both enjoyed it," Hunter told her. "You came didn't you?"

Jess blushed even deeper, nodding her head and looking down.

"That's a good thing Jess. It was so exciting to help you come. I don't think we've ever had better sex. Come on sweetheart, get out of your wet clothes and let's both get dry. I really do have to go to work.

Silently, Jess pulled her sodden clothes off before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her naked body.

"I acted like a crazy animal," she said quietly, not looking at him. "I just couldn't help myself."

"Don't worry about it Jess. I loved it. There's nothing to be ashamed of." She looked up at him with a doubtful face, a tentative smile quivering on her lips. He put a hand under her chin and kissed her, feeling her quiver at his touch, her warm lips soft and welcoming before she pushed herself away with what appeared to be an act of will.

"You have to get ready for work," she murmured. "Get out of here and let me finish drying."