But—
I was still curious.
That ache grew.
Sheesh.
I was turning into some kind of sex freak, and I'd only barely just lost my virginity.
Once I got into our room, I headed straight for the bathroom.Hopefully, a nice hot shower would erase what I just witnessed downstairs in Stefan’s office.
I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor.Then I turned on the water in the shower.It instantly steamed up around me.I had just started washing my hair when I heard, “Ah, I found you.”
I jumped and covered my breasts.“You scared me!”I squealed, waiting for my heart to start beating again.
A very naked Stefan stepped into the shower with me.“Here, let me do it.”Then he commenced washing my hair like no one else could.His strong fingers felt wonderful on my scalp as he massaged it for me.He turned me around and rinsed my hair.“Another shampoo?Or just conditioner?”
Gosh.
This man was so kind.“Just conditioner.”
He squirted some into his hand and rubbed it into my hair.
After that, he started soaping up what he called “the good parts.”First, he washed my breasts.He took a very long time doing that.Having his slippery fingers touch me all over wasn't a bad thing, though.So, I wasn't going to complain.
After he finished washing me all over, he rinsed me off.Then he took a few minutes to do the same for himself.I watched his beautiful, strong—wet body move under the steady streams of water.
Wet Stefan was—hot.
Really hot.
“Come here, wife,” he said, motioning with his hand.
“Why?What are you going to do?”
He gave me a smexy smile.“Bad things,” he said.“Or, good things.Depends on how you think about it, I guess.”He grasped my wrist and pulled me into him.His mouth crushed down onto mine in a passionate kiss.
I moaned as he took the kiss deeper.His hand slid down my back to my hip.Then down—between my legs.I opened for him.His fingers found their way between my legs, and right to the very heat of me.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips.“You really like getting your hair washed.”His mouth closed over mine as his fingers fucked me at the same time.
Yes, his washing had contributed to my excitement.But my wetness was mostly from watching Carlo fuck Eve on his desk.
Oh, my gosh.
Why was that so arousing to watch?I closed my eyes and imagined it was me Carlo had on the desk instead of Eve.Stefan's hand touched my breast—but in my fantasy, it was Carlo's hand.
Yes.
He was touching my breast.Playing with my nipple.
I was turned around, facing the side of the shower.I put my hands on the cool tile and spread my legs for—
Carlo.
Carlo and his huge cock.
I shut my eyes again, pretending Carlo was lining himself up against my opening, ready to shove himself in.
