Time for a shower...

John headed back upstairs his heart pounding. He heard the shower as he climbed. Quickly he put the coffee down on her dressing table and then headed for the office.

When he arrived his PC was happily cycling through its usual repertoire. Swiftly he woke it and closed everything down, not even taking the time to run his usual clean up routines. Breathing a sigh of relief he headed back downstairs.

In the shower things were heating up...

Doe couldn't get the images out of her mind. Her experience was... limited... she'd had a couple of boyfriends before marrying John but they were more experimental groping and learning rather than fulfilling sexual relationships. She had often wondered if she was missing out.

Her sex life withJohn had been pretty spectacular, to her ... once upon a time. She liked to think that she was pretty open minded and she did her best to be sexy and adventurous. It wasn't just men that had needs. She took the shower head and adjusting the flow pushed it between her legs aiming the gushing water across her clit.

Mmmmm.... she closed her eyes for a moment and imagined herself in one of John's photos. She put back the shower head and lathering herself up she ran her hands down her pussy lips. Imagining the head of one of those thick cocks gently, insistently pressing against her. She pushed a finger then quickly a second inside herslf. God! She was dripping...

Slowly at first then faster she pushed her fingers deeper while rubbing her clit with her other hand. All the time her mind full of images of muscular young studs... The orgasm built quickly and she came with a shudder and a low cry. She turned off the shower and stepped out on shaky legs, reaching for the towel.

She wrapped herself and stepped back into the bedroom spying the coffee on the dressing table.

Hmmm... where wasJohn? After all she had a bone to pick with him...