“I promise that Emily loves you, desperately,” Cassie said, “What happened last night doesn’t change that one bit. In fact, it can make your bond stronger if you let it. You’ll see.”
I nodded, not sure I understood what she meant. Cassie gave me a slight push on the shoulders.
“Go on,” she said, “Get her.”
I stumbled back, then spun around and headed to the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. My ears filled with the hiss of hot water. I saw Emily, finally, standing naked behind the glass door of the shower. Soaking wet, head lolled back, eyes shut.
She looked so beautiful. That cute, almost elfin face. Thin lips and adorable nose. Her pointed, near-perfect, tiny tits and pink, puffy nipples. Those skinny legs, topped by that little, perky butt. The thick, dark hair above her soft, incredible pussy.
I didn’t stop. The urge overtook me. I swung open the door and before my wife could even take in what was happening, I tackled her.
Emily gasped, surprised. She grabbed my face and kissed me, hard. Needful and hungry. I didn’t think. Didn’t decide. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up against the shower wall. I was achingly hard. I didn’t even know when that had happened.
I cupped my hands under her butt cheeks. Emily spread her legs, drawing me in.
“Sore,” she gasped out.
But I was already buried. I thrust forward, forcing my cock inside. Neither of us really ready for sex; both of us unable to stop ourselves. The want overcoming everything else.
I humped my wife against the tile. She kissed my lips, my cheeks. Both of us hanging on to each other. I felt my orgasm rise and I didn’t slow. Just kept railing my wife into the wall.
I erupted and Emily let out a sharp gasp. A little cry. Then a sob as our shared orgasm wrapped around us. Warm and loving. Familiar and comforting. The steady heat of love that keeps you alive in an icy, uncaring world.
Our energy dissipated. We both fell to the shower floor. Still holding on. We sat under the hot water, gasping for air. Searching for solidity.
I felt Emily’s arms loosen. She rested her hands on my shoulders and stared back at me with a cold conviction. Her face so very serious that it scared me.
“I didn’t do anything wrong last night,” Emily said.
“I know,” I said.
“You were doing the same thing,” she said.
“I did.”
Emily took a deep breath. Her face softened. I don’t know if she’d been expecting an argument, or what. Slowly, she let her body go soft. We stared at each other for a bit, like building up the courage to take the same leap. In the end, it was Emily who went first.
“With Allison, was it…?”
“It was OK, I guess” I said, “Jack?”
“Not terrible.”
We both laughed, ruefully. Emily kissed me, deep.
“Watching Allison, with you, it got me so…”
I waited for the word. Angry. Jealous. Upset.
“… Turned on. It was painful, too. But watching you take her like that — I was also kind of proud. Is that weird?”
“No,” I said, “Not weird.”
“With Jack, it was, I dunno. Scary. Kind of amazing, but.”
“I liked it,” I said, “Seeing you like that. So open and undaunted.”
Emily smiled sheepishly, then stared down at the tile. She bit her lip. I could see she was watching it roll through her mind again. Like a dream she couldn’t shake. Her eyes flashed. Her tongue teased at her lips. Her fingers trembled. A mix of exultation and regret washed over her. It was almost as dramatic as seeing the act, itself, the night before.
We both stayed there, sitting quietly, like we were out on our porch, sipping lemonade on a warm summer day. Reality settled back in, and I looked around, like seeing everything for the first time.
The bathroom was expansive and tiled throughout in a bright, ocean blue. There were double sinks on the far wall and, near the back, there was a deep, white tub. The shower we were sitting in was a large, glass-walled stall. It felt like our own little world in there.
I turned to look at my wife, taking her in. The sweet scent of her hair. The familiar curves of her tiny body. After everything that had happened, these little details that had felt so banal seemed wonderful and new.
“Sooo…” Emily said. I could already hear what she was asking.
“I don’t want to hurt our marriage,” I said.
“We’re not,” Emily said, “We won’t. This is just fun. For now.”
I nodded.
“Do you want to stop?” Emily asked.
I thought about the night before. It wasn’t only being with Allison. That had been incredible, yes. But watching Emily, seeing her abandon herself, had also been this incredible revelation. Even that morning, our desperate coupling. This warm affection we were sharing in the shower. It all felt so exciting. Unanticipated and unpredictable — unlike our lives back home. I couldn’t let go of it. Not yet.
“No,” I said, “I don’t want to stop.”
Emily kissed me, hard. Hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.
“I love you so much,” she said, “No matter what.”
*