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Jenna looked at the shower. Her eyes traced longingly over the smooth, hard, stainless steel of the shower head. A drop of water leaked out from it as she watched, dripping down it's handle in a single chrome rivulet, before dropping to the floor with a plop that was so loud that it seemed to echo. Before her, another drop formed, taking the same slow, winding, journey as it's predecessor. Another plop followed, this one felt directed to her.

It was like it was calling to her, a siren's song that only needed one note. She knew how good it would feel, she'd used it before in her morning showers once David had gone to work, but she didn't know if she should use it now. It was like a betrayal, to admit that she needed something more than David could give to feel good. It felt wrong, but she knew that if she just did it, it would feel so right.

Taking an unsteady breath, Jenna reached into the shower. Her hand found the knob to turn the water on, and she turned it tightly counterclockwise. The minor drip of water stopped, and Jenna finally exhaled the breath she had taken, before withdrawing her hand from the shower and closing the shower door behind her.

She longed to shove that pulsing beat of water between her legs and ride it to blissful oblivion, but she couldn't. That would have been wrong to David, and she wanted to avoid hurting him more than she wanted to please herself. She was a big girl, she could live with feeling a little frustration this time. Turning her back on the shower, as if it was still beckoning to her, Jenna walked over to the sink instead.

With trembling hands, she grabbed a washcloth and gently wet it beneath the tap. The cold water seeped through the soft material to her fingers, cooling her frayed nerves. Her hands finally seemed to steady. Squeezing the excess moisture off of the cloth, Jenna lay her other hand on the side of the basin for balance, spread her legs, and leant forward.

The splashing of her juices had coated much of her lower half, leaving her inner thighs shiny and her short pubes darkened to a mute mustard color. Between her legs, her labia were still pink and plump, swollen with the lust that she tried to ignore. Starting with her silky thighs, Jenna cleaned herself off with delicate, upward strokes of the washcloth.

The cold feeling against her leg, like a dog's nose snuffling against her, made her breath hitch for a moment. After another deep breath, she continued, sweeping up all of the moisture from first one leg, and then the other. Once her legs were done, she moved upwards once more, to her little mound, and the slickness nestled within.

To stall for time, she rewet the washcloth again. She was still very sensitive down there, and she knew that slapping a cold, wet, cloth carelessly against her parts would make her squeak like she'd seen a mouse. Delicately, she began to wipe her outer labia clean, taking great pains not to pleasure herself too much as the soft cloth sponged away her pussy's juices.

At one point she had to stop and take a second to bite her lip, whilst squeezing the side of the basin with her off hand like she was trying to crush it. When that feeling passed, she continued, and eventually she had patted her most tender area clean. All that was left after that were her pubes, and they only took a little sponging before the sticky fluids of her pussy were washed away and replaced by good, old, water.

Wringing the washcloth out one final time, she tossed it into the laundry basket, not wanting to risk forgetting what she'd used it for later and accidentally wiping her face with it. After that, all she had to do was the typical bathroom stuff she'd do before bedtime. She had a pee, washed her hands, used her mouthwash, and brushed her teeth for exactly two minutes.

As she brushed away plaque and protected herself from cavities, she did her best to ignore how her toothbrush's buzzing motor made it vibrate vividly in her hand. Putting it down with a sigh, Jenna quickly threw her clothes back on. The wet patch she had left in her underwear felt cold and sticky against her, but that was okay, the hot trickle that was still seeping from between her legs would soon warm that up.

Jenna had hoped that her nighttime routine would have put her urges to sleep just like the rest of her, but she still felt the same frustration from before. Hopefully, the feeling would fade by the time she'd taken her makeup off, or else she'd be in for a long night.

Putting on a smile, she finally opened the bathroom door.

"Bathroom's free," she called out to David, as she went on her way towards their bedroom. The sound of him getting to his feet and lumbering towards the freshly vacated restroom came from behind her.

"Thanks, babe," David called out to her, as she drifted into their bedroom. Perching on her stool, Jenna looked at herself in her bedroom mirror.

What she saw was more of a mess than she'd realized. She'd sweated more than she'd thought, bouncing so vigorously on David's dick. Her mascara had ran into dark streams on to her cheeks, her cheeks were pink and still a little shiny, and stray strands of blonde hair were stuck to her sheening forehead.

Grabbing her makeup bag, she took out a wet wipe and began to take off her make up. She'd definitely have to have a shower in the morning, but right now, she had to focus on doing the essentials to get ready for bed. She had another day at work tomorrow, and if she wanted any chance of getting a good night's sleep, she'd have to go to put her head down soon.