I had to part my lips from his. “Damn, how can your lips not be tired? We’ve been making out for ten minutes straight,” I pondered, looking right at him, as I stood only a few inches in front of him.

“Well, I’m sacrificing so I can make out with my pretty wife for as long as possible. If a little pain comes with it, I can deal with that. I would think you’d do the same for me.”

“Well, if you are committing to making our lips hurt, maybe you can make another body part feel good. You know I’m your wife, now its not frowned upon if you want to feel me up or rub my bottom. They tend to actually like it when you touch them.”

He grinned and his hands slithered their way onto my buns. “So your butt is in fact aware that I’m feeling it at this very second?”

I nodded. “Oh, you are caressing it too? Damn, you can’t stop kissing me and you wanna massage my bare butt too? Do you have a thing for me or something?” I wondered, as I felt his cock rub onto my stomach.

“Well, as you said, you are my wife, and not to ruin the moment with a dirty thought, but I do have a hard thing for you.”

“Don’t worry, I married you for your dirty mind,” I reminded him, before I kissed him. “It wasn’t your black hair, brown eyes, the fact that you are six inches taller than me or even this hard thing you refer to,” I told him, before I snatched his member with both hands.

“Why’d you marry me? It wasn’t for sex, even though you’ve always been a horny bastard. We only made love a handful of times before you proposed. Was it because of my blonde hair or my big hooters?” I asked, closing the gap between us completely and stroking his cock.

“I didn’t marry you for any part of your body, but just because I fell for you three weeks into our relationship.”

“Damn, that’s all it took, three weeks? I’m flattered, Dan, seriously,” I chuckled.

“Well, its true,” he made clear, continuing to rub my butt cheeks.

“After ten years and two kids, would you say you love me more now, than when you proposed?”

His head turned to the shower only for a couple seconds. “Why don’t you come into the shower with me and find out, Carol,” he suggested, taking his hands off my butt and stepping towards the shower.

My lips went inside my mouth and my palms slid off his member. I smirked slightly and slanted my head down as I stood still for a few more seconds.

“Hey.”

I looked over at him in our standard sized tub as he leaned out a bit and let his cock dangle around.

“Care to join me?” he inquired, putting his hand out. “I’d love some company.”

I took it immediately and went into the shower with him. As soon as I was in there, he pulled over the tan shower curtain and brought me to him.

“May I kiss you for an undetermined amount of time?”

“Really, you wanna kiss me again, you don’t want to have sex in the shower? Keep in mind, I’m horny, hot and you can’t say ‘No’ to the woman you love most in the world.”

He slanted his head up slightly and his eyes drifted away. I raised my eyebrows and my hands found their way back onto his manhood.

My left hand tickled his balls, while the other stroked his wood. “Your hard thing seems to like the sex idea, so I recommend that you listen to it,” I advised him, leaning towards him.

I kissed his chest and left shoulder a few times as I rubbed his pecker the whole time, but he just stood there and tried not to respond.

“Oh, are you playing hard to get with me?