Roz takes the shower first, with a hiden camera are Mark & I watching her on TV in the livingroom!

"Well, boys, I'm gonna take a shower." Roz says and then she goes into the bathroom and Mark and I hear the water go on while we are walking to the living room. Mark says to me: "Just watch, don't ever tell Roz this," and he waits until he hears the music coming out of the clock radio in the shower over the sound of the water; then he clicks the tv/vcr button and there is his wife Roz on the screen. Her perfect 36c tits, with her dark brown nipples stiffened just inches from the lens. Roz runs her hands over her body as the water pourds over her. She turns around and we see her hair cascade over her shoulders as she leans her head back to let the water saturate her thick, dark hair. Then Roz turns back around and raises her breasts up with cupped hands, letting the water wash over the underside of her massive breasts. It is fascinating for Mark and me watching his wife perform the mundane task of showering, simply because she doesn't know she is being watched. There is no pretension or self-consciousness. Roz washes her face and her hair and then applies conditioner. Then she pours some body wash onto a pouf and begins lathering up her skin. Her skin is so smooth and beautiful, and her body tight & firm from exercise.

She lathers up her arms and legs, and then begins on her back and chest. She lingers over her chest, this is what get more of our attention. Mark and I watch her move the pouf in big circles over each of her breasts, and then in increasingly smaller circles over her nipples. Roz runs the pouf under her breasts and over her flat tummy. She moves it in lazy circles, sometimes reaching all the way down to her mound. Soon Mark's wife is back up at her nipples again, soaping them up as the water rinses the lather away, over and over. Her nipples are getting harder and soon she has moved the pouf down to her crotch. Roz scrubbed her pussy with the pouf and then reached behind her to wash her backside. After rinsing off the pouf, Mark and I see her lift the hand-held shower massage off it's holder and move it all over her body, rinsing her hair, her skin, under her breasts, and between her buttocks. Then comes the good part.

Roz steps back a little, put one foot up on the ledge of the tub, and moves the shower massage to her lathered up pussy. She holds the lips of her pussy apart while she rinses the soap off. She moves the shower head back and forth and back and forth just inches from her clit. When it is all rinsed, she switches the shower head to the "pulse" option and all presses it to her clit. I almost have a heart attack when I see this! I think I'm going to see some finger action and here Mark's wife is practically humping the shower head! It is so exciting to see how Roz pleasurs herself when she thinks no one is watching. I'm sitting with a ragging hard one on the couch in the living room, Mark is sittin in his recliner, his feet up a table and his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. We watch his wife's hips moving back and forth against the pulsing stream of water and her hand squeezing first one huge tit and then the other, pinching the nipples and pulling. It isn't long before Roz comes; by the motions of her body I can tell that she is coming so hard that she is making noise. So that's why she listens music in the shower! Mark and I watch his wife rinse her pussy and then wash her feet. We see Roz reach towards the clock and she is just turning off the radio, as we hear the music go off. Mark switches back to the TV and watched, uninterested, as we hear his wife drying off, humming happily to herself.

Mark says to me: "It's your turn, go to the bathroom!"