Chapter 1: Opening Image
With a flutter of butterflies in her stomach and a slow smile creeping up her lips, Kenzie leaned back on the cool tiles of her shower wall. The water cascaded down the curve of her spine and over her round, plump rear end. The scalding hot water burned her skin but didn’t alleviate the heat spreading beneath Kenzie’s flesh.
She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so wickedly excited at the thought of being in the same room as someone else.
Kenzie’s heart raced and her stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling together until she was dizzy with longing. Her hand drifted lower, slipping through the shimmering water to find her clit. She gasped as she pressed against her most sensitive spot, her head tipping back against the tiles with a satisfying click.
The water rained down on her face, her lips parting in a silent moan as she continued to massage her clit. Fuck, Kenzie thought desperately, how am I going to last until Ryan gets here?
Sure, her husband Cecil had the ability to ignite a fire in her belly like no other, but even thinking of him right now couldn’t quench the liquid desire running through her veins.
Kenzie let out a deep, shuddering sigh and lathered herself with her favorite vanilla shower gel, humming a melodic tune. Thoughts of Ryan, her strong, toned physical therapist, played in her mind like a vivid movie. The way his dark eyes bored into hers as he coached her during therapy sessions.
The way his forearms flexed as he helped her lift her leg or pulled her body further into a stretch. The way his lips curled into a knowing grin every time she opened her legs just a hair wider, just a touch further than necessary.
Kenzie pressed her fingers harder against her clit, thrusting them forward with a jolt as the visions of Ryan’s hypnotic eyes and thick, strong arms filled her mind.
She leaned her head against the tiles once again, the water slowly drenching her hair and skin.
When she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Ryan's hands on her skin, his strong, callused fingers tracing a path up her thighs. Could almost taste him on her lips, feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, grunting frustrated groans into her mouth.
Kenzie slipped a finger inside herself, biting down on her lower lip to stifle a whimpering moan.
"Oh Christ," she breathed, "this isn't right."
But she embraced the illicit thrill, knowing that her husband Cecil would be secretly watching her pleasure herself as she thought of Ryan. The thought only fueled her desire, making her grip her clit tighter, mindless of the water streaming down her body.
As the water pounded against the tiles, her heart thumped in time, a steady rhythm that pulsed through her veins.
Her thighs trembled as she grew closer to her climax, her moans muffled against her arm.
Just as she was about to come, her mind fogged up with lust and heavy breathing, the bathroom door creaked open. She knew who it was without having to look back.
"Fuck, Cecil," she gasped, jumping back slightly as he moved closer to the large shower. He had a wicked grin on his face, his own desire apparent in his eyes.
"Enjoy your little shower time," he said huskily, moving closer to Kenzie. His hand reached out and brushed aside a wet strand of hair from her face. "You taste delicious."
The heat surged between them once again, and Kenzie was beyond caring that her husband was witnessing her filthy fantasies. "Fuck, Cecil." She hissed, as he pressed against her. "I need you. Now."
Cecil wasted no time, tugging down the wet towel wrapped around her breasts.
His lips curved into a devilish smirk as he let his hands trail confidently across her slick, wet skin, landing at her hips. He pulled her closer, smashing her lips with his, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as his hands squeezed her ass cheeks, making them jiggle slightly.
They both broke away, catching their breaths, their eyes locked as Kenzie leaned against the cold, hard tiles, her lips swollen and slightly bruised.
"You're a fucking nightmare," Kenzie panted, pressing her chest against Cecil's, her nipples peaking through the water droplets clinging to her skin.
"You love it," Cecil growled, his hand reaching between Kenzie's legs, his fingers slipping into her wet folds, "you fucking love it, don't you?"
Kenzie moaned again, arching her back, her legs trembling as he pressed her against the tiled wall, her clit grinding against the cold surface.
Cecil smacked her ass, and she yelped, a small, high-pitched noise that just served to fuel their anticipation. He reached down between their bodies, curling his fingers around his wife's throbbing clit, groaning as she rocked against his grip.
"Cecil," Kenzie whimpered, her voice nearly lost in the steamy shower. "I need you inside me."
Cecil murmured his agreement, gently lowering them both into the shallow pool that served as their bathtub during their intimate moments.
The lukewarm water lapped gently at their sweat-slicked skin, causing goosebumps to race over Kenzie's body as Cecil eased her onto her hands and knees.
"Spread those thick, gorgeous thighs of yours, Kenz," Cecil grunted, his voice thick with desire.
Kenzie obeyed, moaning as she felt his hands stroke and knead the flesh of her thighs, slipping his fingers between them with a wicked grin.
"You're dripping, baby," Cecil hissed, smacking her ass lightly, causing Kenzie's back to arch and her hips to rock. He dropped to his knees behind her, tugging Kenzie closer as if coaxing her into place.
She felt him nip and bite at her lower lips, a flick of his tongue along her swollen folds. Kenzie couldn't help the guttural noise that rattled in her throat as Cecil's expert fingers curled inside of her.
He knew all the right spots, all the ways to push her to the edge of ecstasy, and now he had her shaking, moaning, sweating.
"Fuck, babe," she gasped out, her head falling back against the cool marble countertop. "God, please."
Cecil’s strong hand wrapped itself around Kenzie's neck, dragging her up to meet him in a searing kiss. His fingers plunged deeper into her, fucking her vigorously as Kenzie wailed into his mouth.
If there was anyone who understood her desires and needs, it was Cecil. Her husband knew what to do when she was so close and so ready.
Withdrawing from her mouth, Cecil began to whisper filthy, sexy obscenities into her ears. "You're so fucking wet, Kenzie. I can feel you gripping my fingers. I wish I could replace them with my cock, fill you up and take you right here."
God, how she wished for that as well, but she knew they couldn't afford to be reckless. Not here, not now.