Men's shower

I always wanted to fuck my beloved in a men's shower... this idea had been in my head for a long time, but how to make it happen?

An opportunity presented itself when we were at a sports club where the doors to the men's and women's showers were next to each other. I peeked into the men's shower; someone was showering, but no one else was visible. Without thinking long, I grabbed and pulled my wife into a stall and closed the door. She is 170 cm tall, weighs 50 kg, with a firm, toned body, size 2.5 breasts (with medium-sized nipples), a very nice ass, and a very neat pussy.

I wash your body, your breasts, your neck, I caress your body. You turned your back to me and arched.

I was already burning up, and you could feel my cock rubbing around your pussy, and I easily entered you, sharply and deeply. You even cried out and slightly opened the shower stall door with your hand. I continued with a sharp movement, grabbing you by the throat; you responded with mutual sharpness—riding me harder and harder, moaning loudly. The door opened completely, but that didn't bother you; you closed your eyes and kept riding my cock. It turned out we weren't alone in the shower, and a guy around 28 years old with an athletic build peeked into our stall and saw us. You looked at him with a languid gaze and continued to ride; I let go of your neck—you braced your hands against the wall, spreading your legs even wider. Water streamed down your breasts; the rhythm of sex slowed down and became slow and very deep. You asked me to lift your right leg and continue entering you—the guy opposite got a full view of your beauty. You threw an arm around my neck, pulled me in, and kissed me passionately.

When we broke the kiss—our observer was already standing in front of you at full attention, his 18 cm cock standing stiff, and he asked—can I join you? You took his head and lowered it to your pussy where my cock was working away. He gently kissed your clit and started working with his tongue. You howled with pleasure and came in convulsions, he felt it... I pulled out of you, but you said you wanted more, passionately kissed me while arching your ass. Our observer took you by the waist, ran his hands over your back, appraisingly looked at your ass, running his palms over it. We continued to kiss passionately; I held your head, taking your hair between my fingers. You suddenly stopped and looked at me with wide-open eyes, while your body moved to the rhythm because our observer was already inside you; you didn't know how to react. You wanted to stop, but desire took over; I plunged into your lips again, to which you stuck your ass out more and let him enter you even deeper; the rhythm intensified, he fucked you with all the power of his cock, holding you by your breasts.

You looked into my eyes and whispered in my ear—I love you very much—but I want to finish what we started. You suddenly turned and pressed your back against me, taking my neck with your hands. Your breasts lifted; our observer approached you and gently but passionately kissed them, inhaling their scent and the water streaming down. You spread your legs, and he entered you again to the full length; you held my cock in your hand and moved to the rhythm of his thrusts. You lasted about 3 minutes, coming loudly and passionately at the same time as us, hanging onto the observer. The scene was both terrible and sexy; semen was flowing out of you, and your face showed bliss, shame, and fear.