“I can wash your back.”
Giggling, she handed him her body wash. “Is that code?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe. Turn around or I’ll wash your front, not that it would be a hardship.”
She pivoted and Len ran his soapy hands up and down her back, occasionally reaching around to her belly or her breasts. Sticking his hands under the spray, he then directed her under it and after she was rinsed grabbed one of her legs, propping it up on the small shower seat. He dropped to his knees and she watched him, mute.
Len’s tongue speared into her folds and her hands flew out to the sides, gripping the wet tiles as best she could as he used his wicked tongue to slowly drive her crazy the way she’d been craving for years. Cissy wanted to watch the show, but it was too much effort, so she closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the wall of the shower. Len continued his ministrations, adding a finger and then two inside her, curling them until he found the small bundle of nerves that made her breath quicken.
“Come for me.”
Her pussy clenched at his tone, but she knew she wasn’t close enough yet. Whimpering, she pushed closer to his face. Len licked and sucked her, but still it wasn’t quite enough. He removed his face from between her legs and she had to stifle a scream of frustration.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Hang on.” Rising, Len left the shower, returning shortly with her vibrator. She was sure he’d left a dripping trail all the way to her nightstand, but couldn’t bring herself to care as he turned the device on and used it on her clit in conjunction with his tongue and fingers in her pussy. Soon Cissy was writhing, panting out a release as stars formed in front of her eyes. When she’d come back to earth, she opened her eyes to Len’s rueful grin. “I figured if your vibrator was what’s been giving you orgasms I could use it to help. Next time I’ll do better and we won’t need that thing, but that will require some time and communication.” Pulling her to him, he then moved them both back until she bumped up against the tiles behind her. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Here?”
“Let’s get out. I’m not as young as I used to be and my knees are killing me.”
Cissy chuckled. “I hear you on that.”
They got out and dried off in record time. Cissy slid onto the bed on her back, but Len rolled her over. Spreading her, he pushed inside quickly and immediately began to thrust. She wasn’t feeling the high from before, and debated whether or not to tell him, but when he grabbed her hips and pushed even farther inside before freezing and coming, it wasn’t worth it. He withdrew and went back to the bathroom, and Cissy sat up to braid her still-wet hair. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She’d hoped Len would be a more caring lover, and in some ways he was, but that coupling had been anything but caring. That had been him getting off, just like he had before she’d tried this control stuff. Maybe she wasn’t getting as far as she’d thought or hoped.
Stifling tears, she curled up in bed and pulled the covers over her, feigning sleep when Len came back to the bedroom. This one step forward, two steps back pattern was killing her.
* * * * *
Len was driving to work the next morning and couldn’t shake a vague feeling of unease. He and Cissy had ended up having a great evening, but he couldn’t help but feel as if he was missing something important.
He thought back to how she’d tied down both his hands and his feet, and his cock twitched inside his khakis. Len had never considered that he’d like to have his wife dominate him in bed, but he did. In fact, he now craved it. What did that say about him? Weren’t men supposed to be the dominant ones? If his friends found out he liked having Cissy restrain him during sex, would they think he was less of a man?
The feeling lasted through the morning, and when he went out to lunch with his buddies, he tried to picture what they’d say, how they’d react if he told them his wife was taking charge during sex. Besides last night in the shower, everything that had happened sexually between the two of them in the past couple of weeks had been controlled completely by Cissy.
While they were waiting for their food, one of his friends told a story about a porno film he’d watched the night before. Apparently the woman had been getting gang-banged, and though Len thought it sounded hot, he found his mind wandering back to his own problems. He perked up, though, when the guy mentioned they’d also taken turns spanking her. What would that be like? He began to imagine the scenario, but found himself as the one being bent over, his pants around his ankles as a bunch of women went to town on his ass. Shaking his head, he tried to clear it.