Living the Dream - Sex Stories

Living the Dream

... stagnate as he used the lubricity of the soap to stroke his stiffening cock.

His eyes closed and his head tilted back into the stream of water. The eye of his mind found a vision of his wife, sprawled across their bed. He continued to stroke his soapy and now firm cock while his mind continued to refine the image of his wife.

In his mind, she was lain across the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra. Her legs were parted and her knees bent in the air; her feet flat on the mattress. He imagined her feet, perfectly pedicured with deep red painted nails. His imagination traced up her lean, athletic legs until he found his focus at her junction.

His wife's pussy was kept completely hairless. In fact, he couldn't remember it any other way. He was so familiar with her sex he could draw it blindfolded. To him, she had a perfect pussy. So perfect that nearly every masturbation session he had was centered around licking, sucking, or otherwise playing with it. His most recent obsession was the idea of licking his cum out of her, or more specifically, her force feeding him.

The thought of her cum filled pussy caused his now intensely ridged cock to pulse in his hand. He thought about her laying there with her lips partially spread and small pool of white fluid suspended at her entrance. His cock jerked at the thought of licking up the fluid with his tongue. Thinking of latching his lips around her opening and sucking her clean had him near the edge of release, but ...

... then a sound broke his momentum. His eyes immediately opened and his hands left his twitching member unattended.

Pausing and remaining still, he heard only the sound of running water at first. But then he heard the sound again, footsteps in the bedroom. He thought to call out, but decided against it given the compromising nature of penis and the clear, glass shower enclosure. The stream of misting water continually rinsed the fog from the glass and left the perspective from the bathroom doorway unobstructed, a view he often enjoyed when his wife bathed. He quickly decided to wrap up in the shower and he turned his backside to the door to finish up; the stream of water now assaulting his front side.

Once out of the shower, the sound of silence once again filled the house. He grabbed a towel and began to quickly dry off. Holding the towel still, he again paused to see if he could hear anything. Seconds passed as he stood motionless trying to detect what he thought he'd heard before. No footsteps, nothing.

It was only seconds that had passed, but it felt like minutes. He quietly hung up his towel and his naked body moved silently to the vanity. In spite of the tension, he was still completely hard and it once again caught his attention. He admired the throbbing head of his penis and thought about how long it had been since his cock had been this stiff. It felt like an iron rod and he sensed that it would not relent any time soon. However, he didn't feel secure in his ...