Shower Fun

David opened the door to the hotel room and looked around for his wife. A moment later, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and a slow grin spread across his face. Quietly, he opened the door to the bathroom and began shedding his clothes. He slipped in silently behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.

Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.

David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.

David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.

Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.

"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.

Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.

Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.