She was about ten minutes into her bath, when all the beers I had drunk hit my bladder and I had to pee. Since we didn't have a yard, I couldn't go out and whiz on a tree, and I knew for a fact that Sara would tan my hide if I used the kitchen sink. I tapped on the bathroom door.
"Yes?” she called out.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your bath, but I've got to pee."
"It's ok,” she said, “I'll just close the shower curtain."
I gave her a moment to wall herself, and then went in. Sure enough, she had pulled the shield closed, so I was free to whiz in private.
"I'll be out in just a minute,” I told her.
She peeked her head around the curtain and smiled.
"No rush."
Being in mid-stream as I was, I couldn't move or I would have sprayed the floor. I blushed and continued to answer nature's call.
"That thing is a lot bigger than it was when we were kids,” she said.
I laughed.
"Well, I would be pretty embarrassed if it hadn't grown along with the rest of my body."
"Well, you have plenty to be proud of,” she observed.
Instead of putting it back in my shorts when I was finished, I held my cock in my hand and gave it a few loving strokes.
"So, I think this is where I say something like ‘Since you've seen mine, I get to see yours',” I told her.
She grinned and pulled back the curtain.
"You've seen it before."
I knelt down by the tub and caressed her lather-covered breasts in my hand.
"I remember that,” I said, “we were about eight years old."
"Yep,” she purred as I touched, “your grandfather was a pediatrician and we were playing behind his barn. You sneaked one of his stethoscopes and a thermometer out so we could play doctor."
I picked up the wash cloth and began washing her back.
"That was fun,” I chuckled, “I made you open your shirt so I could put the stethoscope on your little titties, and then I made you bend over a bale of hay and pull your panties down so I could take your temperature."
"I think you left that thermometer in my ass a lot longer than you needed to,” she giggled.
"Well, I wanted to make sure I got an accurate reading."
"Bullshit,” she laughed, “you just liked looking at my ass."
I chuckled.
"Yeah well, that too. That's never changed."
She cocked an eyebrow.
"You still like to look?"
"Well, sure, I'm only human."
She gave me a sly grin and got on her hands and knees in the tub, raising her bottom.
"Want to take my temperature again?” she giggled.
My dick was bouncing in my lap.
"We don't have a thermometer."
"You're a smart boy,” she said, raising an eyebrow and giving me that ‘come on, big boy’ look, “improvise."
I rubbed my hand over her slick, wet bottom, and then began taking my pants off.
"I think I've got something that will fit,” I told her as I slipped in behind her in the tub.
Without foreplay, fondling, caressing, or announcement, I put the head of my cock between the swollen lips of her pussy and entered. She squealed loudly, and then began panting as she pushed back for more. I could feel her pink folds opening to take me, then squeezing as I pulled back. She was tight, there was no doubt about it, and it took everything I had not to come within the first few seconds of being inside her.
"Oh, that's it, Phillip, fuck me!” she cried out.
We went at it like a couple of teenagers in heat. We fucked in the tub, on the bathroom floor, against the wall, on the sofa, and finally in my bed. I lost count of how many times that I orgasmed and I made her come over and over again with my dick, my mouth, and my hands. She sucked me, fucked me, and stroked me. We finally collapsed around two o'clock in the morning.
"Gee, Phil,” she giggled as she pushed the covers away in order to cool off, “If I had known that I was living with a marathon fucker, I wouldn't have bothered to go out and date."
I laughed.
"Well, maybe when we aren't in a relationship, we should just fuck each other."
"Hmm,” she hummed, “Fuck buddies. I can go along with that."
I cuddled her into my arms and kissed her forehead, realizing that I had been in love with Sara since we were three years old.
"Yeah,” I told her, “but just don't expect me to be out there looking for new pussy any time soon."
"I have a gift for you, my dear,” I told my young wife.
She put down the trashy tabloid magazine she was reading and looked up.
"A present for me, Andrew?” she asked.