My first orgasm in my life taught me one thing – life is dreary without good sex. And that’s the mantra I’ve lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don’t mean to brag but when Mr Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I’ve decided it’s best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
Walking towards the bathroom, I heard the shower running. It was unusual for Mr B to be home at this hour, so either it was him or it was some intruder enjoying my husband’s favourite body wash. I decided to risk it and, slowly getting out of my dress, in my lacy bra and panties entered our bathroom and walked towards the shower.
I could see his broad shoulders, his back towards me, as he hummed his latest favourite track while scrubbing himself clean. I watched him for two seconds and suddenly, the butterflies in my stomach couldn’t help but lose their mind. Even after so many years of marriage, he could still turn me on by doing nothing. That’s saying something, isn’t it?
In a quick motion, I snapped open the hook to my bra and pulled down my panties, leaving them on the wet bathroom floor. I stepped into the shower and hugged him from behind. The water was ice-cold but his warm body managed to make it all better. Turning around, he smiled at me. Oh God, that smile! I could feel my heart thumping hard against my chest and I’m sure he could hear it too.
“I love you,” he said with a smile and kissed me in the way that only he could. I smiled back at him and snuggled into his chest, happy to be in this moment with him. After a few seconds, he moved me away, took a little body wash on his palms, lathered it and then placed his hands on my shoulder and started moving down south, touching every part of my body to lather it.
This simple act felt extremely sexual. I wanted him immediately and from where I could see, he did too! Pushing me against the shower wall, he picked me up and as soon I wrapped my legs around him, without warning, he entered me, hard and all-consuming. There was no time for foreplay, and we didn’t care for it. All we needed was this ultimate possession.
Once we were done, he walked back to the bed, with my legs still around his waist and started tenderly kissing me. I laughed and said, “We’re always doing things backwards.”
He looked at me and in all seriousness, replied, “I’d love to do things backwards.” But that is a story for another time! *wink*
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