Chapter 21: The Shower After
The shower was a glass box of steam and echoes, the water drumming against the tile like a pulse. Kelly stood between the two men, her back to Dave's chest, her breasts pressed against Don's broad front. The heat had turned her skin pink, a flush that ran from her tits all the way down to her knees. She tilted her head back, letting the spray soak her hair, and Dave's hands found her waist, fingers sliding across the slick curve of her hip.
"You two planning on baptizing me?" Kelly laughed, her voice bouncing off the marble walls. She looked up at Don, whose dark eyes were still heavy lidded, his cock softening against his thigh but still enough to make her twitch with a shiver of memory.
Don chuckled, his hands rising to cup her face, wiping water from her cheek with his thumb. "You've already been thoroughly inaugurated, darlin'. No saving that soul now."
Dave snorted, pressing a kiss to Kelly's shoulder. "She lost that soul the moment she met me."
Kelly rolled her eyes, even as a delighted giggle escaped her. "You two are going to turn me into a laughing puddle. Or maybe that's just because I can't feel my legs." She grabbed the wall-mounted soap dispenser, filling her palm with lavender-scented body wash, then turned in the small space, her tits brushing Dave's chest as she reached around him to lather his back.
Dave groaned, tilting his head back as her fingers worked into his shoulder blades. "God, you're good at this."
"I'm good at everything," Kelly said, with a wink. She slid her hands around his waist, dragging soap down his sides, over the taut muscles of his ass. "Should I get your front too?"
Before Dave could answer, Don moved behind her, his chest pressing against her spine, his cock stirring against the crack of her ass. His hands came around her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with that slow, possessive rhythm she was already learning to crave.
"You're forgetting someone," Don murmured against her ear, his deep voice rumbling through her. "Or do you have a one-track mind, wife?"
Kelly let out a shaky breath, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Can you blame me? I've got two gorgeous men in one shower. I'm allowed to be a little greedy."
Dave laughed, reaching past her to grip Don's shoulder. There was no tension in the gesture, no jealousy. Just the easy camaraderie of two men sharing something they both loved. "She's always been an attention hog. You should have seen her on the pole. Every eye in the room was on her, and she ate every second of it."
Don's hands tightened on her breasts. "Is that so? Maybe I need to see that performance one day."
Kelly wiggled her hips back into him, feeling him harden fully against her. "Maybe you will. If you're good."
The soap was dribbling down her belly, and Dave noticed, his fingers catching the suds and spreading them lower, over the smooth, bald curve of her mound. He pressed two fingers against her clit, still swollen and sensitive from the pounding she'd taken, and Kelly gasped, her thighs clenching.
"Already wet for him, baby?" Dave asked, a grin in his voice. "You just came three times and you're still ready?"
Kelly's answer was a strangled moan as Don's thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, tweaking it hard. The water cascaded over their bodies, steam rising thick around them, turning the world into a warm, wet haze.
"Christ, you two are going to kill me," she whispered.
Don turned her around, his hands cradling her ass, lifting her slightly. For a moment, the water streamed between them, and Kelly looked up into his dark face, saw the raw hunger still simmering there. He wasn't spent. Not even close.
But Dave stepped in, easing Kelly out of Don's grip, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her back under the spray. "Let me wash your hair, baby. You've earned it."
Kelly melted against him, her cheek pressed to his chest as he scrubbed the shampoo through her thick brown locks. The water plastered it down her back, and Don watched from the corner of his eye, a slow smile still curving his lips. He didn't need to say anything. The three of them moved with an unspoken rhythm now, an easy intimacy that had sprung up out of sweat and moans and the raw, shameless act of sharing.
When Dave finished rinsing her, he tilted her head back for a kiss, sweet and slow. Kelly tasted soap and heat and the lingering salt of her own release on his tongue.
"Think you can handle Don washing your front?" Dave asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Kelly's stomach fluttered. She nodded, her heart knocking against her ribs. "I think I can handle a lot tonight."
Don stepped in, his hands slick with soap, and Kelly parted her legs just slightly, giving him room to work. He handled her like something precious but also owned, his fingers sliding over the jut of her hips, down the inner seam of her thighs, up the pale underside of her tits. Every touch was deliberate, a claim.
"You feel good, little wife," Don said, his voice low. "Tight and soft and warm. I could eat you all night."
Kelly bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut. "Then why don't you?"
Don laughed, low and rough. "Because we'd still be in here come morning, and I have a feeling your husband wants you in his bed sooner than that."
Dave stepped up behind her, his cock already pushing against the curve of her ass, hard again with that relentless stamina that always surprised her. He settled his hands on her shoulders, pulling her against his chest, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Don's right. I want you in our bed. I want to watch you sleep with that smile still on your face."
Kelly turned her head, kissing the corner of his mouth, then looked at Don. "Thank you. For tonight. For everything."
Don's expression softened, losing its edge. "Thank you, Kelly. And you, Dave. Most husbands turn green at this. You let me have your woman in the most beautiful way I've ever seen."
Dave held out his hand, and Don took it, a firm grip that spoke for itself. Kelly watched them, her heart full, her body humming with a low, satisfied hum. She'd come so hard she'd lost count, and yet standing there, water cooling around them, she felt more alive than she had in years.
She stepped between them one last time, kissing both their cheeks, then reached past them to shut off the water. Steam dispersed, leaving the shower echoing with a quiet, almost sacred silence.
"Alright, boys," she said, stepping out, grabbing a towel. "Shower's over. Let's see if you two can behave yourselves out here."
Dave grinned, slapping her bare ass with a wet crack. "Where's the fun in that?"
Don laughed, stepping out behind her, water dripping trails down the dark planes of his chest. "I'm guessing, knowing you, we'll never find out."