Page 99 of Marry Lies
She uses the soap to lather between her legs, turning so that she’s facing me. “Are you just going to stand there?” she asks, smirking, rinsing herself off.
What I wouldn’t give to wash her with my hands…
I tilt my head as I unzip my pants, pulling my cock out. Her eyes roam down, widening slightly as I stroke myself.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, butterfly,” I tell her.
She pouts, and I can’t help but laugh. “Really? You don’t want to join me?”
I shrug. “I want to watch you.”
Giving me a coy smile, she doesn’t answer me as she trails a hand down to her clit, beginning to rub herself.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, her voice breathy as her hand works faster.
“I want you to give me something to watch,” I rasp, stroking myself in earnest now.
Her chest gets blotchy as she quickens her pace, using her free hand to clear the steam. I watch her hand rub her clit fervently, and I groan when I see her insert a finger inside of herself.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Two,” I command.
She tips her head back slightly as she inserts another finger. Her thumb works her clit now, and I can see the way her legs are shaking slightly.
I squeeze my cock, rolling my palm over the head to use my precum as lube, but it’s not enough. With my free hand, I open the door to the shower.
“What are you—”
I pull on the hand that’s inside of her, ignoring the way the water bounces off her body and onto mine. She removes her fingers, and I bring them to my cock, wrapping my hand around her tiny one, ensuring I’m all lubed with her arousal before stepping back.
Her blue eyes darken as she realizes what I’ve just done, and then she resumes her ministrations with more fervor.
“That was hot,” she says through clenched teeth, inserting two fingers inside of her cunt again. “I’m getting close.”
“Play with your nipple,” I command, stepping back but keeping the shower door open so I have a better view of her body, of the way her lips part slightly as she works her hand faster. Her other hand comes to her left nipple, and she tweaks it slightly.
I let out a low groan as my balls tighten, imagining standing above her and coming all over those gorgeous tits.
“Come for me, Estelle,” I tell her.
She moans as her eyes flutter closed, and as she begins to shake, I stop stroking my cock. I’m seconds away from exploding, and I want her to come first.
I watch my wife shatter before me, her face scrunching up as she spasms uncontrollably. She whimpers as she slows her hand, and when her eyes open, she looks down at my cock that’s still hard and seeping with precum.
“Did you—”
“On your knees,” I tell her, stepping forward.
Her mouth drops open, but like a good little wife, she does as I ask.
She watches me with those large, denim blue eyes, and I groan as I slowly work my hand up and down my shaft. My eyes flick over her wet skin—the blotches all over her neck, her hair that’s already curled at her hairline, the way her full lips are curved into a small, coquettish smile, the way the rivulets of water streak down her full tits, down her stomach…
“Fuck,” I rasp. “I’m going to come.”
The base of my spine tingles, and my cock arches up fuller and harder as I moan, the first jet of cum hitting her chest. My knees almost give out as my orgasm slams through me, and I let out a few hard puffs of breath as rope after rope of cum paint my wife’s tits. I’m still shaking after it ends, and I look down at her with a cocky smirk.
“Go ahead,” she says, eyes dark. “Take your picture.”
Fuck.
