Cynthia was looking down at her naked body as the hot water from the shower ran down and over her, and the steam rose and filled the bathroom. It was the morning of her twentieth wedding anniversary with Tom. She ran her hands across her breasts. They may not be as perky as when she met Tom, but they were fuller, more sensuous, she thought as she ran her finger over her left nipple. She gave a small pinch and felt sparks run all over her body. Her right hand felt her still flat stomach and then rubbed her firm right ass cheek. I look good, she thought. She had taken good care of herself, exercised daily, ate right, and her body showed the results. She massaged her breast a little more, then moved her right hand from her ass cheek to her thighs, then gently caressed her clit. She let out a little moan.

Do I have time? She thought. It's my anniversary; I have time. Her fingers began to rub her clit with more pressure. She slipped a finger down and up the outside of her labia, then back to her clit. She moaned, the water running down felt hot and good on her skin against the cool morning air coming in through the open window.

Tom opened the bathroom door and was about to speak when he saw his wife pleasuring herself through the clear shower door. She seemed to be enjoying it a great deal as she moaned and moved her right hand with rapid precision over and around her pussy. Her other hand twirling her left nipple.

Cynthia moved her hand from her pussy and removed the shower head from its perch above her. She moved the spray of water down to replace her hand. The hard streams of water now pounding her throbbing clit, her pussy was wet and open. She slid two fingers inside herself as the water worked its magic on her clit. She moaned loudly. Allowing herself to fully experience her own pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her. She removed the stream of water. She wanted to take a bit longer before she reached climax. She was enjoying this and wanted it to last, to feel more connected to her body.

Tom thought about leaving her alone. But he was rock hard watching his wife. He knew he should let her know, but he didn't want to scare her. He slid his pajamas to the floor. His cock bounced as the waistband set it free. He began to stroke himself. Precum was already leaking from the swollen head of his substantial member. He stared at his wife as she was washed in waves of her own pleasure. He wondered if they would cum at the same time. She was such a beautiful woman. He was always turned on when he saw her. He was ready to please her any time. Even now, after twenty years, his desire had never waned. He was getting close. He slowed his strokes. Feeling the entire length of his cock each time his hand moved. He put his left hand on his balls, gently caressing his tight scrotum. He moaned. He tried not to, but this was too hot, too sensuous, and the moan just escaped his lips as he watched his wife come close to her own climax.

Cynthia heard Tom moan. She was briefly startled but caught sight of him through the steam. He was stroking his cock while she let the water do its magic on her clit, and her fingers explored the silky depths of her pussy. Tom looked good. He worked out and even twenty years later had defined muscles that quivered and moved with every stroke of his hand. She saw his balls draw up tight against his shaft and that familiar look on his face and knew he was close. That was all it took; she could wait no more. She fucked herself hard with her two fingers and allowed herself to fully enjoy the water pounding her aching clit. Her left hand, two fingers deep inside her, was slick with her wetness. She felt the orgasm rise, and she could hold it back no longer. She moaned long and loud as she came. Pleasure and relief filled every part of her. Her pussy clinched tight on her fingers as she came. Then all her muscles went weak, and she slid her fingers out and her body to the shower floor, breathing heavily.

"Oh my god," Tom whispered. His right hand went faster until he could hold back no longer. He felt the cum spurt from the head of his swollen, throbbing cock onto his hand and the floor of the bathroom. He moaned and let himself sink into the sweet release, one hand caressing his balls, the other slowly stroking his cock, enjoying every moment of the orgasm.

"I saw you," Cynthia said. "It was so hot. You made me cum."

Tom was still catching his breath. "Same," he panted.

"I'm looking forward to dinner tonight," Cynthia said, getting up from the shower floor.

"Me too," Tom said while sliding his pajamas back on.

"Now get out of here. I'm going to get ready. Love you."