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"There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden, or even your bathtub."

-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

shower

by Roland 'Jim' Lowery

With one last glance back over her shoulder, Tiffany flipped the switch off and left the room. It had taken nearly half an hour, but she'd finally gotten Anais and Madylin to quiet down for their afternoon naps. Ana, the younger of the two, had been especially fussy, a trait that she seemed to be developing in far more supply than the normally sedate Maddy. Having heard similar stories of polar opposite children from other mothers, Tiffany had to wonder if it was something in the genetics that caused such a split.
She'd have to ask Ted when he got home from work. He usually knew that sort of thing.
In the meantime, she finally had a free hour or two at the very least, and she intended to use it to her advantage. A full morning of housework in between caring for a toddler and an infant left her feeling more than a little tired and grody from head to toe. She could smell herself just a little bit, and there was a definite undercurrent of disinfectant and body odor underlying the much stronger scents of smeared baby food and regurgitated baby food.
She didn't really mind the smells so much, if she was to be truthful with herself. They reminded her of motherhood, a state that she happily took part in on a daily basis. It was like a badge that she wore, one that could still make her smile, even through the hard times. But sometimes that badge could wear a little heavy, and it felt good to set it aside for a little while.
Another flip of another switch, and the lights came on in the bathroom. Tiffany set the baby monitor on the sink counter and began to strip. She pushed her slippers off and kicked them in the corner before pulling her ratty t-shirt over head. House slacks hit the floor, quickly followed by her bra and panties. With the shackles finally gone, freeing her tired body, she lifted her arms and arced her back in a mighty stretch that was accompanied by an unexpected yawn.
Maybe I could do with a nap myself, she though as she stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed.
After adjusting the showerhead so it wouldn't spray directly on her, she pulled up on the knob, sending water tumbling through the pipes. Just as she had known without having to look, Ted had left the stopper up on the faucet. Instead of pouring out directly into the tub first to get warm, the water came spraying out of the shower in a couple dozen streams of liquid ice.
Six years they had been living together - nearly five of those as Mr. and Mrs. DeWitt-Clinton - and he still hadn't learned. She wasn't mad at him, however, and merely shook her head in bemusement. She had never really found it in herself to get angry with him about anything. He was the perfect husband in so many ways that his few moments of absentmindedness didn't really seem to matter.
A slight fluff of steam started to rise from the water, so Tiffany readjusted the head so it poured onto her shoulder. By testing the hot and cold hitting her there, she gradually managed to get the temperature just right. Stepping into the stream fully, she sighed as warm water poured over her breasts, down her belly, and along her legs before draining away.
The sensation was right on the verge of delicious. It stripped away the first layer of grimy salt that had been sweat at one point, leaving her feeling somewhat relaxed and refreshed already. The second layer would actually take a little work on her part, however, so she grabbed the loofah hanging from the shower rack and squeezed out a generous amount of soap on top.
The soap was quickly worked into a lather. She started at her left shoulder, brusquely scrubbing down her arm as well. The half-soapy, half-scratchy sensation felt good on her skin, peeling away all the things that ailed her, bit by bit. She scrubbed down her other arm, then worked her way down the rest her front. Once done with the top of her feet, she finished off with her back, butt, and the backs of her long legs.
As she squeezed the excess soap out of the loofah and put her head underneath the stream to wet down her hair, she once again felt a wave of sleepiness threaten to overtake her. Rather than start immediately on washing her hair, she leaned against the side of the shower and closed her eyes to just enjoy the feeling of water pouring around her.
A sound from the other side of the curtain startled her back into wakefulness, and she thought for a moment that it was coming from the monitor. A sense of urgency seizing her brain, she pulled the curtain back only to relax when she saw Ted standing there, hand on the doorknob and one foot into the room.
"Oh hey, sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said.
"That's okay," she said, favoring him with a smile. "Did you check the kids?"
"Yes, first thing I did," he told her as he stepped fully inside and smiled back. "They're still sleeping. Need some company?"
She wasn't sure how long she had been dozed off in the shower, but she knew it had to have been a little while longer than she had planned if Ted was already home. It felt like there was plenty of hot water left, though, which was fortunate since she did indeed want some company and told him so.
Ted was not the most physical of men. His interests ran more to the cerebral, and his job as network administrator for the newspaper wasn't really grunt work by any means. But he still took good care of himself, so Tiffany eagerly watched as he divested himself of his glasses and the last few remnants of his suit. Lean muscles on a thin frame, well-toned by a daily regimen of exercises, and he was still just as handsome and desirable as the day they had met.
As he pulled off his boxers, she could see that he was at half-mast, undoubtedly in anticipation of getting behind the shower curtain and an indication that he still thought much the same of her. Even though in the bigger scheme of things they hadn't been together for very long, she was still happy to know that after having two children with her, he could still want her as much as ever.
Ted carefully stepped into the tub, and almost immediately his hands were on her shoulders, moving around to her back and pulling her in close. Wet flesh pressed up against dry, soft against swiftly hardening. Lips found each other, moist and warm as tongues touched.
"So, how has your day been?" Ted asked when they finally parted.
Tiffany collapsed a bit in his arms, sticking out her tongue and rolling her almond eyes back up into her head dramatically. He laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek. "That bad?" he said.
"Getting better," she told him, straightening back up and laying her head on his shoulder.
His hands kneaded across her back, loosening the muscles and turning her into putty. She felt as if she could doze off again right then and there, and in fact she soon started to drift away into hazy thought under his gentle ministrations.
She and Ted had met when he had become her tutor. She had failed her senior year of high school, and he had been hired on to help keep that from happening again. Which he had definitely done, but he hadn't stopped there, going on to help her with her old stuttering problem, opening her up to a whole new world where she didn't have to distance herself from everyone, as well as showing her a love that wasn't anywhere as shallow as any of her previous relationships. A love that was deeper than any ocean that she could imagine, one that she could still feel radiating from him as he held her in his arms.
She'd taken care of herself just as he had done, meaning that even after giving birth twice, she was still in very fine shape. Even with one of those births having been relatively recent, she had regained her slim figure quickly, and where she remained plump she was pleasantly so. But she knew that even if she had blown up to whatever size, even if she had needed to have c-sections and retained scars, no matter what she might do or what might happen to her, the love she would get from him would remain true always.
It was something that still amazed her sometimes. It ran so counter to virtually everything she had learned growing up. Her parents - she realized, even though she never said it aloud to them or anyone else - had been horrible role models. After the awakening spurred on by Ted, she had looked back and seen with not a little sadness that her mother mostly stayed with her dad because of the money he made, and he only stayed with her out of fear of being alone.
That sort of life seemed so empty to Tiffany, and sometimes she wished she could have stayed mostly oblivious to it. But since she had noticed it, it made her feel all the more connected to her own love, all the more grateful for it. The love between her and her husband and her children. For her family.
Tiffany came out of her daze and ran a hand down Ted's chest, his side, and then across his pelvis to rest on the underside of his balls. She gently squeezed and fondled them before moving her slender fingers along the sides of his shaft, causing it to twitch as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
Her lips suckled at the crook of his neck. One of his hands came up and twined his fingers through her short, dark hair, holding her there and caressing her scalp.
A trait that both of their children shared was a tendency to try and grab onto her hair and tug on it, so she had finally decided at one point to have it sheared down to a more practical boycut. The other upshot of this was that her new short hair drove Ted absolutely wild. He had taken her to bed the second she had first come home from the hairstylist, and ever since then he couldn't seem to keep his fingers out of it.
It was not a situation she minded in the least, and she moaned into him in pleasure as he rubbed along the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Her hand grasped his member more tightly, and she began to slowly work it up and down, causing him to moan as well.
"Should I . . . go get-" he started huffing out, but she cut him off with a squeeze.
"No," she said simply, then lifted her leg to the side and slid him underneath.
He bent his knees so he wouldn't be too far bent elsewhere and began to pump his hips slightly. She held a hand under his dick, pushing it up to sit cradled between the lips of her pussy as her juices began to flow, smoothing the ride as he rubbed slowly against her engorged clitoris.
Despite the warmth starting to flow through him, Ted looked down into her eyes and asked, "You're sure?"
Her only response was to let go of his manhood and kneel down before him. Warm water sprayed along the back of her head and shoulders, hitting Ted on the belly and hips. She enveloped him with her mouth, sucking gently on him as she ran her palms down his calves, and then back up, lightly raking him with her fingernails. Her head bobbed a few times, then she pulled off to one side, licking up and down the shaft, tickling her tongue along the underside of the head.
She stood up and he was in her hand again. "You're sure," he said confidently. She nodded happily and turned around.
Ted took in his wife's backside and bit his lower lip in longing. He wanted to be back up against her, to feel the warmth of her skin, but he had to admit to himself that watching the water bead and drip along her shoulder blades and down the curve of her spine as she moved the showerhead was just fine in and of itself.
Once she had gotten the water aimed where she wanted it, Tiffany put her hands against the shower wall. She leaned down, pushing her ass back toward Ted and spreading her legs, presenting herself to him. He took advantage of this right away by taking a step forward, grabbing her hip with his left hand and guiding himself into her with the right.
She was wet, inside and out, and so warm. Ted pushed forward into that warmth and felt water from the shower pool where his hips met her ass cheeks once he was buried all the way to the hilt. He pulled back, then slid in again gently, ever so slowly.
He didn't need to take such care. There had been many times when, in a fit of absolute lust, either he or she had jumped the other one and pounded away like a jackhammer, caring for nothing more than to get them off and be gotten off as quickly as possible. They both knew they could take it. But this was something else. This was a matter that he felt should be done with some delicacy. At first, anyway.
And besides, the soft moans Tiffany was uttering as she tried to control her own desire to push back on him were making him hot. They were low, throaty, and made him feel like he wanted to explode within her already. He didn't know how she could do that to him so easily with such a simple thing, but he wasn't going to examine it too closely. All he knew was that it worked.
As he plunged deeply into her, he reached out and rubbed his hands up along her sides. He could feel her breathing as it came, slow and steady, expanding and contracting her chest in a way he could watch for hours. He pulled his hands back along the small of her back, running both of his thumbs along her spine, then gripped her ass and sped up his thrusting just the tiniest bit.
She couldn't help herself. Though she wanted to take things slowly just as badly as he, she began to rock her hips slightly, pushing back on him faster and harder. Water streamed down from her sides to pour all around her breasts and drip from her nipples. She could feel some of her own juices trickling down her inner thighs, freed by Ted's rhythmic pounding.
Ted's hand released her right ass cheek, and then suddenly her every thought was scattered to the wind as his fingers reached under and found her clit, stroking it and pressing it up into the bottom of his rod. She bit her lips so as not to scream out loud, instead letting out a series of barely controlled grunts. She could have easily cum simply to him being inside of her, but his current maneuver was hastening the already oncoming explosion.
In some faraway part of her mind, she wanted to tell him to stop, to wait, because she wanted them to go at the same time. The closer, larger part of her was of a completely different opinion.
And then it was all gone, blown away in the storm of her orgasm, the rubber band snapping and letting loose a torrent of pleasure that made her shudder from one end to the other. Ripples continued to flow through her as Ted held down her button for just a few more seconds, then his hand was back on her hip and he was ramming into her hard and heavy.
The man she loved, the man who had saved her, who had done so much for her, filled her with his seed.
He stayed within her afterward as they both fought to catch their breath. Without letting go of him, she stood up on the tips of her toes, arched her back, and reached back to run her hands through his hair. He returned the gesture by curling his hands around her ribs and rubbing her belly.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear.
She turned her head so they could kiss. "I love you, too," she said.
Reluctantly he pulled out of her, and they turned to cleaning themselves and each other. Much of it involved her giving his dick a few playful tugs while he licked her in just the right spots before swiping them the loofah, but despite their leisurely pace, they were eventually finished and just in time. The water had finally turned cold, forcing them out and onto the bathroom rug.
As they were toweling themselves off, the baby monitor suddenly started making scuffling noises and the start of what sounded like it might eventually become a full-throated cry. Ted was already mostly dry and was pulling on his boxers, so he quickly followed them with his pants, kissed Tiffany on the cheek, and went off to see what apocalyptic event had awoken poor Ana.
Tiffany took her time finishing up, then grabbed her robe from the hook on the back of the door and slipped it on. Her clothes and the rest of Ted's were still sitting on the floor, but she decided to leave them there for the moment. She had all day to come back and grab them, after all, and there were more important things for her to take care of.
Ted came into their bedroom a short while later. "Ana just needed a quick change," he said. "She started drifting back off before I was even do- oh."
The last was said in pleasant surprise as he found Tiffany lying on the bed, having tossed her robe in the corner. She had replaced it with one of his own button-up shirts, left unbuttoned and spread open so he could gaze upon the long toffee-colored expanse of her naked body.
"So you're really serious about having another baby?" he asked, his eyes lingering over her.
"I am," she said as an smile played subtly across her lips. "And I guess we'll just have to keep on trying until it happens."
He pulled off his clothes and joined her on the bed. Crawling up between her legs, he planted kisses all along her front until he arrived at her lips. She reached down and ran her fingers lightly across his member until he was ready to go again. It didn't take long.
A gasp escaped her throat as he entered her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper and holding him there. She gazed up into his brilliant eyes and reflected that even though a good shower had been exactly what she'd needed, she was more than enjoying being right there with the love of her life, working up a perfectly good reason to take another.
END
Roland 'Jim' Lowery

May 15, 2011
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