Rub-a-Dub-Dub

I was a full-time college student and Chris worked hard on the farm we inherited from his father.  We married young and we didn’t have time for intimacy, so when we did, we made it worth it.  One day, I had returned home after a long day of classes and a tough exam to meet Chris in the doorway of our home.  He was dirty and smelly from working in the barn, but I greeted him with a hug and a kiss anyway.  “Done for the night?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, “Are you?”

“Yes,” I replied.  “No homework, no studying, no anything.  I have the night off.”

“Good,” he said, smiling.  “Would you like to take a shower?”

“Sure,” I answered.  “Then I’ll make supper and we can eat.”

Chris nodded and led me upstairs.  I had thought he meant for me to shower, and then I’d cook while he was showering, but he had other ideas. I was in the bathroom, peeling off my clothes when the door opened.  “Hey!” I said in surprise.

“Hey what?” Chris asked. “I just thought you might need some help.”

I smiled.  “Oh really?”

Chris quickly got out of his work clothes and turned the hot water on. From the tub, he extended his hand to me.  “Come on,” he said. “Please?”

I got in, and Chris smiled.  After he had quickly washed himself off the dirt (and smell), he turned to me.  “Now it’s your turn.” He reached for the soap and squirted some in the palm of his hand.  He rubbed it into my shoulders and my arms and hands.  Innocently, he moved to my chest.  With his fingers lubricated by the suds, he rubbed his hands over my breasts.  My nipples hardened immediately.  Chris smiled.  “Someone’s excited,” he said.  He cupped my breasts in his hand and massaged them gently.  I uttered a moan of pleasure.  He rinsed me with warm water and took me in his mouth, teasing, tickling, and biting.

When I thought I could stand no more, he slid his finger down my chest and stomach to the dark curls that waited there.  He twisted the hair around finger, playing with me.  I was wet with anticipation. He stuck his finger in deeper, touching my most womanly part. “Please,” I begged, “please!” But Chris only smiled, and then flicked my nipple with his tongue. “Not fair!” I said. I took his penis in my hand. With a moan, he became erect instantaneously. Now it was my turn to tease.  I took his wet testicles in my hand and caressed them gently.

Then I focused on the shaft, stroking until he was rock hard.  He never quit pleasing me, and soon we were both giddy with anticipation.  Chris turned off the water and carried me into our bedroom, where he lay me down on our bed.  He knelt over me, teasing once more.  “Please? I whispered.  He smiled.  Then, with his hands rubbing and pinching my nipples, he thrust himself inside me.  “Yes,” I uttered.  Chris’ smile grew as he continued the steady rhythm. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I climaxed.  The sensation was immense.  I rocked with feeling and then I felt Chris finish too.  His liquid filled me and satisfied me completely.

Moments later, we were lying side by side on the bed, and his seed was dripping out over my leg.  Teasingly, I said to Chris, “Would you like to take a shower?”