This time, I opened the shower curtain so he could see me standing there, wet and soapy and naked, and this time he took off his clothes and joined me.
We kissed deeply, closing out eyes and melding our mouths together.
I held tight to his shoulders as I came, this time not whispering his name but rather shouting it out at the top of my lungs, as I had longed to do for so long.
I leaned against him limply after my orgasm, my muscles turned to jello and a satiated smile on my face.
I did this a few times until I had the whole thing buried in me, then started to speed up my fucking, pretending it was Nick's cock in me, stretching me and filling me.
Our son was getting older and would be leaving home in a few years, and we wanted another child before then.
Our moans echoed off the shower walls as our tongues wrestled and his hands tried to touch all of my body at once.
I reached down between us and stroked his cock and found him to be hard and ready.
He gave it a couple of quick strokes and it grew a little bit, but then I tucked it away and washed his hands, leaving me in the shower, even hotter than I had been.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, two fingers quickly plunging into my aching pussy as I thought about Nick's cock.