Saturday

I woke up to a tongue-twisting French kiss. I opened my eyes to watch my usually-demure wife locking lips with me passionately. I put my arms around her and kissed back. We continued for several minutes before she broke off.

I could see a fire in her eyes when she opened them to gaze at me. "It's Saturday, so we don't have to be anywhere, until the barbecue tonight. Come take a shower with me. I need you to wash my back." Then she grinned and licked her lips. This was very uncharacteristic of Lisa. Our lovemaking was always in the evening, and almost always in bed. I was pushing her out of bed and getting up, full wood from the excitement.

Lisa chuckled and tugged on my erection, pulling me to the master bathroom and its spacious shower.

Five minutes later, my wife's screams were echoing on the tile in the bathroom, and I was grunting as my cock shot cum deep inside her. Then we took another twenty minutes to clean each other, spending lots of time kissing and caressing each other. It had been at least three years since we'd fucked in the shower.

We stepped out, and I took a towel and rubbed Lisa down, paying a lot of attention on her sensitive breasts. She then grabbed the towel and dried me off, making sure my cock was well-toweled. We laughed and cooed the whole time.

"What's come over you, darling?" I asked with a sloppy grin on my lips.

"I'm sure you've noticed that we've kind of gotten into a rut in our sex life, Steve. I don't want to fall into bad habits. I think the new house, new neighborhood, and everything, has cleared away some of the cobwebs. Out little lesbian peep show certainly didn't hurt, either." She hugged me as she talked.

"I promise to be more adventurous, if you will too," I offered, my heart full of love for this lovely woman, and my cock starting to fill with blood again.

"I promise, Steve." She kissed me long and deliciously.