George Perry - The willing wife

"Yeah. I know. But I had to tell you."

"Hey!" she exclaimed, relieved that he understood the problem. "I need boys' clothes. You're about my size… how about lending me yours?"

"Sure…" he said with a puzzled look.

"Then why don't you take them off and let me try them on?"

"Okay," he answered, releasing her from his grip.

"But remember… Look, but don't touch! Let's just have some laughs and call it a day. Fair enough?"

"Yeah. I guess so." He agreeded reluctantly, but in a good-natured manner.

Jan slipped from his arms and went back to the chair she used as a clothes hanger and quickly removed her sweater and slacks. When she turned, Al had taken off his shirt, but was still untying his sneakers. As she watched, the thought crept into her mind that she desperately needed a shower. The prospects of an ice-cold shower didn't particularly thrill her, but she felt so unclean and clammy that she decided it had to be suffered.

"Do you think it would be safe if I went down and took a shower?" she asked him.

"Sure," he answered, stepping out of his pants. "No one uses it at night."

"Then how about getting me some soap and a towel?" she asked.

"Okay. And you'll need a few kerosense lamps so you can see what you're doing in there," he said, stripping off his shorts. "But first I'll sneak downstairs and connect the hot water line… then I'll meet you there in about ten minutes."

Jan's body tingled at the thought of a hot shower. It was more than she dared hope for. She just hoped he wouldn't get into any trouble, especially if he was caught running around the house naked that way. Then she sat on the edge of the bed to patiently count off the ten minutes in her mind.

As she waited, she realized she hadn't had a cigarette in two days, and she longed for one now. But she forced the thought ftom her mind and began to fold Al's clothes to take to the shower. When she picked up his pants her heart skipped a beat when a pack of cigarettes dropped on the bed from one of the pockets. The coincidence frightened her for a moment as she stared at the almost full pack on the bed. But she quickly got over her shock and took one, lit it with the flame from the candle and sat back on the bed to enjoy the burning sensation of the first puff entering her lungs.

Time was no longer important to her as she leisurely smoked the cigatette almost to the filter. Then she picked up Al's clothes and started for the door, had second thoughts about walking through the halls in only her bra and panties, but decided she didn't feel like getting dressed again. She almost dropped one of his sneakers down the stairs and had to pause to catch hee breath from the near calamity that would have created.

"I stole one of your cigarettes," she whispered to Al as she slipped through the crack he opened for her in the door.

He laughed at that, then admitted, "We bought them with your money… so they're really yours."

"Hot water?" she asked hopefully.

"In the last shower stall," he answered, lighting the kerosene lamps. And Jan watched the large room gradually go from pitch black to a deep orange color. She waited while he barricaded the door closed with a chair under the doorknob, then followed him to the dark stall as he carried the lanterns.

"I guess I can wash my underwear in the shower," she thought out loud as he hung the lamps, lighting that corner of the room brightly. She could see every muscle in Al's naked body ripple as he stretched on tiptoes to hang the lights.

"How's that?" he asked, turning to face her now.

"Just fine," she said, hesitating and wondering how to tell him to leave her now. "Here… you hold your clothes… maybe you'd better stay at the door to make sure no one tries to come in."

He took the clothes without saying anything and walked back toward the door. Everything else was right there, she noted, turning on the water and feeling the warmth build in the spray as the hot water replaced the cold in the pipes. She stepped under the shower with her bra and panties on and soaped herself all over before taking them off. It wasn't until she turned to hang them over the partition that she realized Al was there watching.

"You shouldn't be watching, you know," she said, facing him and seeing his stiff cock pointing in her direction. "It'll only get you excited… which I see has already happened… and we agreed…"

"I know… I know," he cut her off. "I'm just watching. Thought you might need someone to wash your back."

"Oh Al." She tried to stop him with the inflection of her voice, but he was already in the stall with her. "Just my back," she said, turning to face the shower.

He soaped her shoulders and back thoroughly, using the flat of his hand to massage it to a rich lather. And each stroke brought his hand closer to the mounds of firm, smooth skin he wanted to touch most, until he finally swept down and over the twin globes, unable to control his urge any longer.

It felt good, Jan admitted. And there, was no way to stop him anyway, she decided as he meticulously soaped her ass. She grinned to herself and washed her front while he enjoyed the back.

"Al!" she cried out when his finger lingered momentarily at her asshole and suddenly poked its way in.

"Please," he begged. "I can't help myself…"

She remained motionless as his soapy finger slipped deeper into the tight tunnel and she allowed him a few minutes there before saying, "You're only making things worse, Al. Now take your finger out and let me rinse off."

She felt the finger slip begrudgingly from her asshole and turned to rinse the soap from her back. It did feel good, she told herself now as she saw the sad look on his face. But she managed to fight off the temptation to give in to him. It was a matter of doing what she felt was best for the boy, she convinced herself. It just wasn't fair to leave him with hangups about her, she told herself, turning off the shower and reaching for the towel. Al's hands were immediately there, drying her back for her.

"Now let's see if your clothes fit me," she said, turning to step out of the shower stall.

"One last kiss," he breathed heavily. "Just let me kiss your ass one last time. Please?"

"Now, Al, we agreed…" she started, but he had already dropped to his knees and was turning her by the hips. The warmth of his open mouth on her freshly scrubbed asscheeks turned her on, and she could feel the intense hunger he had for the taste of the white meat there.

"Your ass drives me wild," he gasped between kisses. He sucked as much of the firm flesh into his mouth as he could, gently sinking his teeth into the flesh and licking the spot as he released it. "That's all I can think about…" Another sucking kiss. "When I close my eyes I can see your ass so clearly that it drives me crazy knowing I can't touch, it."

Jan felt his fingers spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. Then his tongue touched the sensitive skin at the top of the valley and began its trip down the crevice. When it arrived at the puckered pink bud, she lost her breath from the feel of it and had to grab the shower faucets for support.

"Al!" she cried in a desperate attempt to stop him now, while she had the strength and presence of mind. "Don't do tha – ooowwwwwww… ooohhhhh…" The drooling, tongue was painting the sensitive opening with saliva and she felt the tip of it forcing its way in as she tried to clamp it shut. "AAALLLLL… you're driving me crazy…"

With his steaming hot breath and slick wet tongue on her asshole, Jan felt outnumbered and she surrendered to the invasion, relaxing the muscles there and sucking the twisting tongue into her ass. She had to bend lower and spread her legs wider to get as much of the tongue as possible. She used the faucets to keep from falling.