Who Was the Stranger in Her Shower? And Did She Really Care?

It was nearly noon when I finished my housework, and I was looking forward to a nice hot shower. Being home alone, I didn’t even think to lock the bathroom door in my haste to feel the warm, soapy water on my skin. The soothing spray made me forget all my worries, and in my euphoria I figured it was just my imagination when I thought I heard the sound of the door opening.

A moment later a pair of hands sneaked around from behind me to cup my breasts. I stiffened and caught my breath in shock. Who was it? The soap fell from my hand and skidded to a corner of the stall. I tried to break free, but the arms were strong and my body was slick with soap. Whoever it was held me tightly, his hands caressing my tits, sliding over my sensitive nipples. I felt his warm breath on my neck and his tongue entered my ear. I heard myself moaning and gradually stopped resisting. I tried so see who it was, but couldn’t. “Who the hell are you?” I panted.

“Wow,” a man’s voice said. “You sure have a gorgeous body and a great set of tits.” I knew that voice; it was John, my best friend’s eighteen-year-old son.

“What are you doing in here?” I demanded. “Get the fuck out, now!” But I wasn’t trying to break away.

“I couldn’t help it,” he said, as I felt something big and thick press against my ass. I couldn’t believe it was his cock, but I found myself squirming against it. “Ah, so you surrender to me,” John said, squeezing one tit while tweaking the nipple of the other.

“Oohh,” I moaned. I knew I was beginning to get aroused, but I also knew this was very wrong.

“John, please stop,” I choked out hoarsely. “We, uh… can’t do this…”

“Yes, we can,” he said. The weight of his body pushed me against the wall of the shower stall while I supported myself with my hands. I moaned again.

“Do you like this position?” John asked. Then, with a quick motion, he wedged his knee between my legs, grabbed my ass, and lifted me up, still clutching the wall. Then he bent his knees and suddenly pushed his big, young cock into my pussy.

“Ah, oh God,” I cried out as his cock slid up into me, stretching the walls of my vagina. As my friend’s son began to fuck me relentlessly, my feelings of guilt and apprehension were quickly replaced by ecstasy and lust.

“Oh, you’ve got such a tight pussy,” he panted. I was panting, too, and quickly approaching climax. “Ah… ah… ,” he gasped out. “Ah, I’m going to…”

Suddenly the reality of it hit me, and I tried to tell him not to come inside me, but it was too late. I cried out with my own climax as I felt his hot come shoot forcefully into me, filling me completely. Then his grip weakened and I broke free.

As I turned to face him I saw that, incredibly, he was still hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from kneeling and taking him in my mouth, tasting our combined juices and sucking him deeply until he exploded in my mouth, and I managed to swallow every last drop.

Although I am married and twice his age, that was just the first in a long series of exciting fucks, in kitchens, showers, basements, on the backseats of cars, even on park benches, not to mention movie theaters and motels. John is insatiable and I’ve turned into his subservient fuck toy. But no one suspected anything, until my breasts got swollen and my belly began to grow. Now everyone wonders—especially since my husband had a vasectomy eight years ago.

Now I am in danger of losing my marriage, as well as my friendship with John’s mother, but I still cannot stop seeing that beautiful young stud.

—Name and address withheld