Noah watched her as she sashayed down the dark hall and disappeared into their room, it was like she was a completely different woman from the one who had come out when he called for her earlier. Noah struggled between joyful pride and horny rejection, both things that Ailin made him feel, as he kept imagining her wonderful ass walking away from him. She had the hip dips of a beach volleyball player and an ass that belonged in highlight reels on ESPN—or at the AVN Awards. 

Noah groaned, he had a semi now, but with nothing to do about it except jack off, he decided he needed to cool off instead. If they were serious about that baby making later tonight, he would need to save his stamina—and his come—for that. 

To distract himself from thinking about making babies with Ailin—specifically the making process—he grabbed a snack from the pantry. It was one of those packs of Maria cookies Ailin loved so much. He only ate a few, he didn’t want to have any issues on the dance floor or after, tonight he needed staying power. 

To achieve that staying power despite how tired he was from his shift, he reached into the fridge and pulled out a protein shake, grabbed the pre-workout from the pantry, grabbed some ibuprofen from a drawer, and mixed himself a be-ready-to-fuck cocktail for the exhausted.

He was disappointed when the now gummy worm flavored cookies and cream shake didn’t taste as good as he had hoped, but he chugged it down anyway. Shake, mmm, like Ailin shaking her ass for him. Down, mmmm, like Ailin going down and teasing him. Chugged, mmmmm.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself—like Ailin chugging his cum as if it was her first and only drop of water in days.

Wait no, he thought. 

He would have to resist cumming when she inevitably went down on him tonight. He needed to start trying to put that baby in her despite his fears. She wanted a baby, so they were going to make a baby.

Fuck. He shook his head. 

Trying to distract himself with a snack hadn’t worked when his full-course meal of a wife was naked only a couple of rooms away from him. He sighed.

Who was he kidding?

He set the shaker bottle down and walked towards the room. For some reason, he didn’t want to make noise as he approached, causing a tingle to start at the base of his spine and ended up settling down deep in his loins.

Part of him felt like the wolf stalking his prey, tracking her scent back to her as he walked down the hallway. Part of him felt like the deer being stalked, if he was caught by that wolf he might be devoured.

Chills ran down his back at that thought.

When he stalked through the doorway of their room, he could see the bathroom door was ajar. He stopped, looking around to make sure she wasn’t in the bedroom and listened to the sounds coming through that bathroom door. The shower was already on and the speaker inside was playing an R&B song. 

His heart was thumping in his chest as he stared at that fatefully open door: it invited him in. The sounds called to him, teasing what waited just for him inside. 

His mind toyed with him, he could almost smell the scent he imagined. It was becoming too strong for him to deny it. And like the wolf, he sniffed. The scent of coconut permeated the air around him.

But like the deer, he hesitated. What if she saw him? But he shook his head.

With renewed confidence, he stalked forward. Inching his way towards the bathroom, being as quiet as he could.

Creak.

The wolf stopped moving, or was it the deer?

His heart pounding in his chest, he was frozen in place, trying to hear for any change around him to pinpoint the danger.

But there was none.

He shuddered an exhale and shook his head. He looked up, the bathroom was so close. Only a couple more steps until the wolf finally found its prey vulnerable and unaware.

He could now make out the song that was playing as he approached the boundary of the doorway.

“LOOOOVE…”

He heard his wife sing along, a siren’s song calling to him. Her voice would never be heard on the radio but it was cute and distinctly raspy, kind of like Emma Stone in La La Land.

But what he was interested in was that smell of coconuts and where it was wafting towards him from. That was still being blocked by the door. He nudged it open, hoping it wouldn’t creak. Instead, he found it heavy, almost as if it was lightly pushing back but still complicitly silent.

The wolf—deer was careful not to step on a twig or on the dry leaves that littered the ground. If he did, he would be caught vulnerable.

He breached through the boundary that separated the bathroom from the rest of the world and looked towards the shower. As his eyes laid on the frosted glass plastered with the water that splashed off of Ailin, he felt a rush in his stomach. It was an image he had witnessed many times, but it was the first time he was witnessing it with the intention of remaining hidden. 

He wouldn’t need to worry about that, though. Ailin was too preoccupied with washing herself to look for his outline through the blurred glass. Because of his dark clothes and the way he stood just within the doorway, he was difficult to separate from the shadows of the room behind him.

He couldn’t make out every fine detail through the glass, but he remembered them well enough to fill in the missing pixels.

She was turned slightly away from him, almost facing the showerhead. Her hair was already white with shampoo, which explained the scent of coconut Noah had followed. She was pouring body wash onto her pretty pink loofah. He had a perfectly blurred view of the leg she elevated, resting on the built-in bench. Then she reached down to her foot.

She had such pretty feet, so sleek and the way her high arch mirrored her back during sex. Noah had to concentrate not to groan. 

“Ach.” She started to wash her feet.

Noah knew how ticklish she was, he would often pin her ankles down, and lock her legs between his own, and then tortuously tickle her. Her feet were especially sensitive. He loved the way she squirmed when he did it, fighting him to get up while not being able to stop laughing.

He watched intently as she carefully, slowly moved the loofah. Then she tensed up.

“Ay porque siempre, I hate that.” She must have given herself that tickling sensation she abhorred, causing Noah to smile. 

“Hmhm!” she giggled and protested immediately. “Ayy no!”

Right before she was about to start on the soles of her feet, the most sensitive area for her, she paused. Noah nearly laughed as she crossed herself the way Catholics do. Then she started to scrub. 

“Mmmm—hmhmm…mm—hmhmhm…mmmm,” she hummed along with the song, but her giggles kept threatening to erupt out of her.

She kept pausing to compose herself then had to repeat the process with her other foot. It was so cute that Noah almost forgot he was encroaching on her privacy.

When she was about to start on her calves, something shifted in Noah. Those sleek and strong calves that athletes have were at the edges of eroticism for him. Whenever they would have sex and he would lift her legs up to get a better angle, he would kiss and lick her calves. Ailin always seemed to love that.

But Ailin didn’t start washing her calves. Instead, she stopped moving and looked up.

“What the hell?”

Noah froze in place, his next breath cut short. 

He swallowed. 

If he even shifted in the slightest, he had no doubt Ailin would notice him in the doorway. His heartbeat seemed so loud inside of him, like it was the only thing he could hear just above the muffled sounds of the shower. He knew it wasn’t possible for her to hear his heart pounding in his chest, but still, he internally begged for it to be quiet.

God, shut the fuck up. What if she hears…wait—

At that moment he realized why he could hear his heartbeat so loudly with the only other sound being the water cascading down Ailin’s body and hitting the tiled floor. Noah finally noticed there had been no music playing for the last several seconds. 

“Echo, play Mi piscis de RaiNao.” As soon as the looping notes started to play, Noah let out a quiet, long breath of relief.

Ailin finished cleaning her calves a lot quicker than her feet. She sat down on the bench setting the loofah next to her and brought her left foot over her knee. Noah watched as she began to massage herself, digging into the little fat pads on her foot.

“Oh that feels nice,” she sighed.

Noah imagined it was him giving her that massage. Dragging his thumbs along her soft skin. Spreading the slight wrinkles of her soles, really digging in.

But her massaging slowed down and she seemed to be staring up at the wall, lost in thought. After a few seconds, she shook her head and let out a sad sigh.

Noah wondered what she was thinking.

“Oh that’s going to feel so good.” The sultry tonal shift jarred Noah.

It brought him back to why he was there: to watch this naked, sexy woman wash herself. And to hopefully catch a glimpse of something more. This seemed like the start of that something more.

She stood up and shook her body, causing everything to jiggle delectably. Noah paid special attention to her ass.

No matter how athletic she was and tried to work on it to decrease its size, she could never manage to take out the dimples and cellulite. She hated it, but he lusted for it. His hungry eyes locked onto it as she started to clean her thighs and butt. Then she bent over, grabbing the wall with one hand while the other began to scrub along the cleft between her cheeks.

Noah had to bite his tongue and steel his throat to not make a sound. Instead, he exhaled. He wanted to cross that final boundary as she bent over and bury himself in her. She almost never let him take her that way. 

But he remained obscured in the doorway.

Every time the loofah went over her anus, his breath quickened. He could see her tense up. God he wished that the ruffles of the loofah was his tongue instead—if she would just let him. He would grab each hefty cheek in his massive paws and spread her. Then he would hungrily, obscenely, desperately even, drag his tongue along her ass. He would focus on her anus. 

He needed this, but she wouldn’t let him.

He was disappointed when she stopped to grab a second loofah. It was the same kind but this one was blue. He smirked and rolled his eyes, she was always so sensitive about anything to do with her anus. Her pink loofah was perfectly clean. It had soap and the water was washing anything away, anyway. 

She’s so delicate, he thought as she poured more body wash on the blue loofah.

She spread her legs to give herself access to those thick thighs. Noah could see her pussy in plain view, her trim pubic hair framing it. It was like it was showcasing it just for him right now at this moment. He slowly inched his hand to his crotch and started to drag his fingers lightly over the outline of his cock.

Ailin was being really careful while she cleaned her inner thighs, Noah noticed she was actively avoiding getting too close to her pussy.

Why? She was just going to end up cleaning it anyway.

But maybe she was scared of the foreign touch of the loofah right now.

And that’s when it happened. Noah saw the loofah getting closer and closer to her pussy, some of the ruffles were distended enough to threaten to reach her most intimate, sensitive part. She accidentally scrubbed too quickly. Maybe it had been a tremor in her tricep, or maybe it was a subconscious desire driving her movements. Noah would never find out. But the ruffles of the loofah grazed her labia ever so slightly and that was all she needed.

“Ohhh…” she moaned, her body tensing up for a second and she squeezed her thick thighs together.

Then Noah saw her shoulders noticeably relax and her head give the slightest fall in resignation. 

“Fuck it.”

Noah thought she was about to call to him to come fuck her.

He gladly would, he wasn’t an idiot. With their busy schedules these days? He would take anything she wanted to give him. But he wanted to just watch right now. He needed to just watch right now.

Watching her had taken any pressure off of him. He didn’t need to expend any effort interacting or fear causing disappointment, he could simply take the time to enjoy and examine what he witnessed. The same way someone who is reading a story or watching a movie—or in this case, live porn—feels. Only here, there was a fear of being caught. That thrill mixed with his arousal was changing Noah’s brain on a fundamental level he couldn’t possibly understand the consequences of.

But she hadn’t called him.

She didn’t need him for this. She dragged the loofah up her inner thigh and let it settle on her pussy. She started to rub it along her slit. Noah imagined the coarseness of the loofah giving her a tingling ticklish sensation. But she seemed to be enjoying it.

Then she started to manipulate her clit through the roughness of the loofah. It started out controlled, her hand moving in gentle circles. But that quickly changed when Noah first saw her jerk, causing her bunched up hair to tumble down her back. She started to apply more pressure, her hand movements were jagged, and she was starting to jerk quicker, less sporadically. 

She had a steady, rough rhythm going. Noah watched in fascination as she twitched consistently, causing her tits to slightly tremble every time. For the average man, her tits were far more than a handful, but for Noah’s size, they were just right. Big enough to have that slight, hefty spill out of his hands, but small enough that he could palm them entirely with his huge bear like paws.

Noah stared hungrily, imagining his lips on those tits. Ailin wouldn’t be able to resist that, it was her favorite thing he did.

“What are you doing just standing there?” 

His eyes widened and he felt like his soul was ripped out of his back.

The deer had been caught by the wolf. It would be a slow, painful process of being devoured alive.

“I didn’t invite you in!”

She pressed him. But Noah couldn’t speak. His mouth hung open as he was about to try to explain himself, but he couldn’t. He really couldn’t.

What could he say? Oh I know, I was just secretly watching you. You looked so hot I couldn’t help it. He would have shaken his head if his spine wasn’t being crushed right now in embarrassment.

“You shouldn’t be in here. I told you, not yet.” Ailin sounded out of breath—There was a hint of fear in her voice.

How could he think he could just walk in there and watch her like a creep. Why didn’t he join her instead? God knows they both needed it.

He had fucked up.

Noah breathed in, clenching his eyes to try and squeeze this horrible feeling out. His stomach was not doing him any favors as it turned over in fearful shame, as if hiding from Ailin the way he wanted to. He had to tell her the truth.

“Dios mío, yes! I want it,” she whispered just loud enough for Noah to hear.

What? Noah hadn’t noticed he had been clenching his asshole, but it unclenched now. 

He watched as she started to rock her hips while she rubbed her pussy. Then his eyes widened as she let herself slump back towards the wall, her back thudding against it. It didn’t seem hard enough to hurt but it was definitely hard enough to knock some of the wind out of her. But she started to rub faster, harsher. 

It didn’t seem like he was caught…He hadn’t been. Slowly, he felt his cock lose most of its hardness as the tension left his body.

She was fantasizing?

You see? It’s okay. Noah soothed himself, trying to get his breathing under control. 

What if she had caught me? His heart skipped a beat as he interrogated himself.

What then? What would she do? Would she think he was a creep?

He wasn’t a creep right? That was his wife. His. She wouldn’t think he was a creep, if she caught him, she would probably just invite him in, right?

Right…

But she hadn’t caught him. 

He let out a shaky breath as he finally let his mind relax. He felt so relieved…but the way his stomach had fallen out of his ass when he thought she had, while he was still so hard? That was dangerous—addicting.

When his eyes refocused on Ailin, he could see a noticeable change in the way she touched herself. It was as if she was starting to lose control of her own actions.

What is she imagining? Noah wondered.

Who? Noah’s traitorous subconscious hooted at him from the depths of the darkest parts of his mind.

Ailin must have been a real witch, because her next words reached into Noah’s chest and crushed his heart like a jealousy powered vice.

“Ay, you’re so rough!” she whimpered. “Who even are you?”

Noah stumbled back, grabbing the doorway with one hand to prevent himself from falling as his legs locked up for a moment, and the other hand clutching his shirt. Luckily for him, Ailin was too preoccupied to notice.

Who even are you? The words echoed in his mind, mocking him. They bounced off of every happy memory he had of her until they repeatedly slammed against the ones of them making love together.

He looked back up at Ailin and noticed her spread her legs wider and dropped the loofah to the ground. She grabbed the shower head instead.

Click-ck-ck-ck. 

The dial turned, adjusting the strength of the stream until it reached the hardest one. She aimed it directly at her clit and threw her head back when the first jet of water struck. Then with her other hand she started to rub her pussy again, slowly, deliberately along her slit. After a couple of seconds, she looked back down and gasped, staring at something Noah couldn’t see. It was probably another man’s cock she was looking at. 

How many had she seen—in person—since they had gotten together? Noah didn’t want to know…did he?

Then she stopped rubbing herself and reached behind her back. Before Noah could wonder what she was doing, she yanked her hair down, making herself look up. She stared up with a naked and pathetically desperate desire.

Who was she looking up at like that?

“It’s too big, it’ll never go in.” The vice around Noah’s heart tightened its grip.

He wasn’t small, he had insecurely measured his cock countless times when he was in college. He was almost eight inches long and had about four or five inches of girth. But she was imagining someone bigger than him? She wanted someone bigger than that when sometimes he would struggle getting it inside despite how drenched she was or how much extra lubricant they used?

His heart skipped another beat, but he found that beat in his cock. He could feel it slowly growing again, getting used to the situation.

Then she let go of her hair and started to roughly mash her own tits. She pulled hard on her nipples. It was like she was trying to cause herself more pain than pleasure.

But still, she cried out.

“Oh my god!”

Then she let go of her tits and resumed rubbing herself. Until she stiffened for a moment. Noah saw one of her fingers disappear inside her as she started to finger herself, the steadily strong stream still on her clit.

“¡O sí, así!” she moaned.

She looked down at her tits, again looking at something that Noah couldn’t see—or someone.

“I’m not a slut!” Her denial came out hoarsely, but Noah could hear the doubt in her voice.

She lacked conviction. Who was she imagining herself being a slut for?

“Yes! Punish me—”

Noah felt like someone was continuously punching him in the solar plexus, but still he remained hard.

Ailin was still fingering her pussy with her left hand when she abruptly dropped the showerhead with her right and slapped the fuck out of herself. 

“¡Ayy cabron!”

Noah had to fight his instincts hard not to react. It was like she was trying to slap herself back to where she belonged. And to Noah, it seemed like she thought she belonged with someone else.

He noticed her easily slip in another finger into her slick pussy. Imagining being treated like this by some guy was really turning her on this much?

“You shouldn’t—” 

Noah could hear whatever resistance she thought she had, being interrupted by her throaty moan as she found the shower head and shot the stream back onto her clit.

“Not yet, you’re too big. Just let me do one more finger.” She sounded so pathetic and needy as she begged this better man to wait for her to be ready. 

Who was this weak, submissive imitation of his strong and dominant wife?

“It’s too much. Three is too much! I can’t…” she whimpered as she looked up and stopped fingering herself.

For a moment, Noah could see the beautiful, gentle smile he was used to seeing from her when they made love. But then it was ripped away and replaced with panicked pain when she shoved her fingers back into herself.

“HIJO DE TU PUTA MADRE!” she cried out, making Noah flinch.

She had three fingers inside of herself now.

“Sí, papí. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” As the stream of water kept hitting her clit, Noah watched as she nodded weakly at whoever she was imagining. 

Then she started to not really finger herself, but fuck herself. It seemed so rough.

How could she like that? Noah’s face scrunched up in concerned confusion. 

While he was still stiff, almost pulsing with lust from watching his wife try to dominate herself, he felt a strange mixture of that arousal and jealousy from her imagining someone else, but also pity. He had never seen her so desperate and pathetic. Despite his cock straining against his pants, it still hurt him.

The implications of this entire event were too much for Noah. Everything swirled in his mind.

I should leave, he told himself. 

And he wasn’t lying. He was really prepared to, but his legs didn’t move when Ailin started to speak again.

“Yes, so long!” He could see her wrist straining to try and push her fingers deeper inside of her.

“Oh god, faster!” Her limb thrusted as fast as it could manage, with every few thrusts spasming because of the strain.

“Yes sir!” She tapped her clit with the shower head.

Those words ‘yes sir’ struck him right in the stomach. He didn’t know why those specific words hurt so much to hear. But he didn’t have time to process it and examine it because Ailin immediately, breathlessly spoke again.

“Fuck!” She hit her clit harder this time, but she kept up her relentless finger-fucking pace.

“GOD, I’ll do anything!” she begged the unseen man and spasmed as she smacked her clit.

To Noah, it looked like it hurt, but she kept going. She honestly looked like she was close to orgasming. The way she was jaggedly trembling, her harshening self fucking, her breath coming out in little bursts like she couldn’t handle the pace, this was building up to be a bigger orgasm than Noah had ever been able to give her.

But her face changed and her hand slowed as she was nearing the edge.

“That’s too much!”

I guess there are things she won’t do even in her imagination, Noah thought.

He should have waited only a second.

For the last time, she dropped the showerhead. But her fingers resumed their blistering, rough pace. Noah could hear the squelching of how wet Ailin was.

Her shower head hand shot up to her neck and squeezed. Noah felt panic cause his heart to stumble over a few beats before it settled back into rhythm.

She was choking herself.

Is this what she needed to truly feel pleasure? Is this imagined man who she needed to reach the top of the precipice?

Noah could hear her staggered breathing as she tried to inhale with her own hand closed around her throat. He could see the way her porcelain face became red and how her legs started to shake. Part of him wanted to run in there and beg her to stop.

But part of him needed to hold back. She would question him on how long he had been standing there and inevitably asked why he didn’t join her. She would resent him from not letting her reach that divine bliss of a life shattering orgasm. 

And he wanted to watch her reach that. He craved it. Even if he could only watch her do it to herself…because he couldn’t choke her like this.

Could he?

But he wasn’t this man she was imagining. She wanted someone else. Someone bigger, stronger, more dominating. 

Oh fuck, Noah realized. 

She wanted someone like—.

“Dios mío! DO IT, NOAH!” she shrieked.

Noah couldn’t stop himself, the shock from hearing his own name compelled him to finally speak.

“What the fuck?!” came out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Ailin instantly stopped just short of her orgasm.

The ensuing silence only lasted three seconds. But Noah lived an entire lifetime in his head by the time they were over.

*

Ailin

“Echo, shuffle my ‘liked songs’ on Spotify.”

Ailin ran her hands through the steady stream of water, feeling it go from warm to hot to scalding, just how she liked it. She put her foot over the lifted tile and walked into the spacious shower. It reminded her of the times she and Noah would shower together when she first moved in.

God she missed those times.

Now she was too busy: too much school, too much work, too much stress. Not enough time, not enough energy, not enough sex.

Oh how she missed all the sex.

But Noah had gotten his last promotion around the same time she decided to go back to school to get her Bachelor’s in nursing a little over three years ago. Since then, sex had become a necessary sacrifice along with most of their romantic life. She was lucky if she could get it once every few weeks or a month.

She never knew if Noah was just too tired or if he didn’t even need it.

But tonight he was different. She noticed him staring at her. She had even crossed her arms for him, pushing up her breasts together to get him to spill the beans. He had proceeded to give her the best news, the news she needed, news that meant she could have what she wanted. 

God…and how he kept staring at her.

She could still feel the rush in her spine, the tingling hum in her pussy as she teased him. She had been so close to giving in too, he was being so persistent. He was showing her he wanted her. 

“Mmm,” her memories triggered a quick, needy moan.

For a fleeting moment, she thought he was going to take her right then and there, but he hadn’t.

Tonight, she promised herself.

The water felt nice as it washed her troubles away. Her stress slowly melted, swirling with the water on the tile floor as it went down the drain.

“Echo, play Love de Keyshia Cole.” As soon as the heavily synthesized chords started to play, Ailin swayed under the water. 

The shower was her concert and she performed for no one but herself. If she was being honest, in these moments, she was her own biggest fan.

She sang along, grabbing the shampoo and squeezing more than enough onto her hand. Her hair was so thick and long that they went through a whole bottle of shampoo and conditioner in just under a month.

The smell of coconuts began to fill the air as she rubbed it into her hair and scalp, digging her fingers in deep.

“Oh that feels—mmm,” she sighed.

She especially loved running her fingernails along the base of her scalp. Without fail, she would give herself chills.

The only part she didn’t like was having to run the shampoo through her longer hair. She really enjoyed having her hair pulled, hard even, but the sensation of just a few strands getting yanked was not pleasant. She grimaced, she should have showered as soon as she got home instead of sleeping with her hair tied up the way she had it for work.

“Ouch!” So many knots.

Finally, she bunched up her hair on her head, letting her hair sit in the shampoo while she washed the rest of her body before rinsing it out. That was how she always achieved her persistently signature smell.

The song arrived at the chorus and Ailin just couldn’t help herself.

“LOOOOVE…” Ailin didn’t care if she couldn’t sing, she just loved the way singing made her feel.

She grabbed the loofah and put a generous amount of body wash on it. It was a more tropical smell meant to compliment her coconut hair.

Placing her right foot on the built-in shower bench, she always started with her feet. She loathed how ticklish she was and wouldn’t clean them if she could afford not to. Sometimes she wished she was a guy just so she wouldn’t feel the societal pressure to have to wash her feet. But she liked going sockless too much to do that.

“Ach.” She tried not to giggle as she felt the ruffles of the loofah graze her toes when she cleaned the top of her foot.

“Ay porque siempre, I hate that.” She complained.

Then she had to dip the damn, scratchy loofah between her toes.

“Hmhm!” she giggled.

“¡Ayy no!” she whined, but couldn’t suppress another giggle.

Then the worst part, her soles. Ailin groaned just thinking about how unpleasant this was about to be for her. She took a deep breath, then crossed herself the way she had grown up seeing her family do, and steeled her resolve to get through it.

She started to hum along to the song to distract herself, but it didn’t work. It never did.

“Mmmm—hmhmm…mm—hmhmhm…mmmm.” Her giggles kept interrupting her and she had to frequently pause when the sensations were too intense. 

It didn’t really help that she was so sore either.

She repeated the same tortuous process with her left foot. After what felt like an eternity but it was only until the end of the song, she reached her calves. Relieved, she sighed.

But Echo didn’t play another song.

“What the hell?” hadn’t she set it to shuffle? 

Did telling it to play another song take it off shuffle?

“Echo, play Mi piscis de RaiNao.” She went back to washing her calves when the first few notes started playing and then looped over and over.

Deciding to try and ease her soreness as they had a full night of dancing ahead, she tried to rub out the kinks. She sat down on the shower bench.

“Oh that feels nice,” she sighed, digging into the fat pad of her foot. 

If she did it too lightly, it would make her giggle. Careful not to even graze her toes, she squeezed her feet in her strong hands. Those hands worked everyday, handling and gently manipulating the slowly crumbling bodies of her patients.

She thought of Mary for a brief moment. A sad image popped into her head: the graduation pictures her family would be taking would all be without her. Her son’s tennis match would only have his dad there to support him…

She shook her head and sighed.

Not tonight, tonight she would celebrate. Tonight was the beginning of her new life, a life where she might have one growing inside her before the night came to an end.

God she was going to ride that big man for all he was worth.

“Oh that’s going to feel so good.”

Noah’s visage popped into her mind. His pretty face with his perfectly trim beard and that feathery hair. Those big shoulders and broad arms. That thick, hairy chest. His long, powerful legs. And that bubble butt. God she loved that bubble butt. And one of these days she was going to take a big ol’ bite out of it.

She stood up and gave a little full-body shake to clear her head, and to maybe stop her pussy from tingling.

Not. Yet. She reminded herself.

She grabbed her loofah and began cleaning her outer thighs and butt. Since she had a big butt, she needed to bend over sometimes to get a good angle. Holding the wall for leverage, she scrubbed between her cheeks. Every time she brushed her anus with the coarse ruffles of the loofah she tensed up. 

At the beginning of their relationship, Noah had asked her if she would be willing to do anal, but that was a hard pass. No one would ever do that to her as long as she was in charge.

Still, she wanted to make sure she was nice and fresh for tonight. Beautiful people stunk too if they weren’t diligent with their hygiene.

She then grabbed her second loofah and started to apply more body wash. She didn’t care if the first one was technically clean, she hated thinking about rubbing herself with something she had already touched her own anus with.

She spread her legs to have access to the soft skin of the inner portion of her thick thighs. This part was always precarious; she needed to be careful when she cleaned her inner thighs, especially now that she was so turned on because if she wasn’t she would—

“Ohhh…” She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips when the ruffles of the loofah grazed her already swollen labia, causing her to squeeze her thighs together, trying to resist the shock of pleasure.

But that resistance crumbled.

“Fuck it.”

The loofah deliberately made its way to her labia and started to rub slowly, and she watched it. It was almost as if she wasn’t in control of it. She wasn’t delusional; she knew it was her hand and her desire, but she imagined she wasn’t in control.

The coarse ruffles lightly kissed and then grinded against her labia as she started to spiral her clit softly. She needed to get herself used to the rough texture that scraped, rubbed, and tickled her at the same time. Every time she rubbed a little too hard from impatience, she jerked, causing her hair to cascade down her back.

But there was something about that that felt good to her. It was a painful pleasure and she needed to do it more, harder. Her jerking motions became a steady twitching and she closed her eyes.

An image invaded her mind. Momentarily, her entire world became this shower. 

And Noah stood at the entrance, he somehow looked taller to her. Not physically taller, but the air around him was different. Primal. She shivered as she looked into his eyes.

They were the eyes of a beast coming to devour its prey.

“What are you doing just standing there?” she asked.

But this Noah exhaled, the steam from his nostrils coming out thicker than the steam from the shower. He stepped into the shower and her heart dropped into her stomach.

“I didn’t invite you in!” She felt how powerless she was in front of this Noah.

Why do you think I need an invitation? He tilted his head, amused.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she rubbed faster.

“You shouldn’t be in here. I told you, not yet.”

I don’t care about that. I want you now, so I came to take you now.

Ailin felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was intimidated by this Noah. Scared, even. And he sensed it. He could smell the aroused fear drenching her skin.

But this is what you want, Noah told her.

“Dios mío, yes! I want it…” she whispered, admitting it to herself—to him.

She started to rock her hips back and forth on her own hand while Noah took slow, deliberate steps towards her. He pushed her against the wall and she lost part of her breath. She thudded against it but she felt no pain. One of his hands grabbed her wrist and started to make her rub herself faster, his strokes being longer and stronger, causing a slight burning sensation on her clit.

“Ay you’re so rough!” she whimpered. “Who even are you?” This wasn’t her sweet, gentle Noah.

He parted her legs further, he needed easier access.

She grabbed the shower head with her right hand and tossed the loofah down. Then she set the dial to the hardest stream and pointed it at her clit. 

God that felt so good.

Yeah, that’s it, baby doll. Open up for me. 

He grabbed his cock and took the loofah’s job, causing Ailin to look down at what he was doing to her. He rubbed it along the slit of her labia, mixing their precum together to create a potent lubricant to fit his thickening cock inside of her.

She gasped when she noticed how turned on he was for her. He was always long, almost as long as her wrists, but she never remembered him being this thick. 

Look at me! 

He put his arm behind her back and yanked her hair down, forcing her to face up at him.

With her hair locked in place in his iron grip, she could only stare up at his hungry eyes and they stared back at her. It was like looking into the void, and at the very end, she could only find an all-consuming lust.

“It’s too big, it’ll never go in,” she pleaded with him, but this Noah wouldn’t be denied.

I’ll give you a minute or two to prepare. After that, I’ll make it fit. His smile grew wider.

Her eyes jumped from his eyes, to his teeth, and down to his cock still rubbing her pussy.

He let go of her hair and grabbed her tit roughly by the nipple: pinching, pulling, and twisting it. Then he leaned down, looking her in the eyes.

I’m going to mark my territory. 

He bent over and bit her tit just hard enough to leave teeth marks, causing her to gasp in pain.

“Oh my god!” she cried out and he rubbed his cock along her pussy faster.

She would need to probably get three fingers inside herself to accommodate him, but she had only ever managed to get two. Surely Noah was thicker than that, but doing it to herself with her fingers made it difficult to get the right angle sometimes.

She started with one, while her other hand held the steady stream against her clit.

“¡O sí, así!” She fingered herself, looking up at Noah while his hands pulled her nipples harshly.

You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you slut, he whispered into her ear.

“I’m not a slut!” she denied him this.

You will be for me. 

The confidence he had made her weak. This was an entirely different man with Noah’s face.

You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? He accused.

“Yesss!” she hissed as he pulled her nipple harder and she tried to match his aggressiveness with her finger pistoning in and out of herself.

You need to be punished, don’t you. He didn’t ask.

“Yes! Punish me—”

The steady stream of water ceasing was her only warning before the slap landed. The pain of the sting on her cheek was exactly what she needed to urge her forward.

“Ayy cabron!” She was so wet that her second finger slid right in.

She started to match her own thrusting and Noah laughed.

“You shouldn’t—” she protested, but was cut off by her own moan as her fingers found the shower head again and the stream of water resumed blasting her clit.

You were saying, doll? There was no sweet ‘baby’ like usual, only ‘doll’. 

A toy. That’s all Ailin was to this Noah. Something to play with until he grew tired of her.

Are you ready? Noah asked impatiently.

“Not yet, you’re too big. Just let me do one more finger,” she begged him.

Her swelling pussy was making it a struggle to fit her third finger in despite how slick she was. 

“It’s too much. Three is too much! I can’t…” she whimpered.

But I can, I’ll show you. He grabbed her wrist with his right hand and gripped her chin with his left, making her look up at him again.

She recognized that sweet smile Noah always gave her before they started to make love. But this Noah distorted it, snarling at her as he shoved her wrist towards her pussy.

“HIJO DE TU PUTA MADRE!” she cried out and clenched her eyes.

She had to keep her three fingers still for a moment to get used to the size.

That’s enough rest, fuck yourself for me. Noah took a small step back, still within arms reach. He started to stroke his cock as he watched her. She unclenched her eyes and nodded meekly.

“Sí papí. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” She started to fuck herself slowly.

It was painful at first with only miniscule pleasure. She was stretching herself out as much as she had ever been, but she needed to to accommodate this Noah. With the help of the steadily strong stream of water on her clit, the pain dulled and the pleasure quickly intensified.

Longer.

“Yes, so long!” She extended her fingers as much as she could.

Faster.

“Oh god, faster!” She thrusted into herself relentlessly.

Hit your clit.

“Yes sir!” She flinched as the shower head made contact with her swollen clit.

Harder!

“Fuck!” She smacked her clit.

HARDER!

“GOD, I’ll do anything!” She begged when the shower head again collided with her clit, causing her to spasm.

She was desperate to cum. That sweet release of pent up stress, anger, sadness, disappointment. The overwhelming expectations of who everyone wanted her to be and who she thought she needed to be collided with who she really was deep down. 

This Noah had taken her from the safety of her shower at home to the edge of a cliff. Everything she wanted was hidden deep down in the waters below, just over the edge. There, she would find out secrets that she even kept from herself. She just needed to jump into the sea of pleasure that waited for her. She looked over the edge.

But she hesitated. She took a step back and turned to Noah.

“That’s too much!” 

She was desperate to stay safely on the top of the cliff, just looking down. Only seeing what she could have. But she was also desperate to know exactly what that was.

You said anything. Noah’s mouth opened wide with sinister excitement. His hand shot out and gripped her neck, causing her to drop the shower head. It swung and thudded against the wall, uselessly flailing around and spraying water everywhere while she kept fingering herself.

She gripped his wrist in her hand, clinging for dear life.

Let. Go. Noah held her over the edge of the cliff by her neck. If she let go, he would too, and she would plunge into the crashing waves of the orgasm that waited for her at the bottom. It was a high fall to plummet from. She might not survive. And if she did, she would never be the same.

She looked down, terrified and excited. She could almost feel the rush of letting go and plummeting. She needed to experience what that was like.

“Dios mío! DO IT, NOAH!” she shrieked from the edge of the cliff and let go.

“What the fuck?!” the real Noah said, yanking her back to safety.

**

Ailin  |  Noah

She crashed back to reality. Her hand let go of her neck and her fingers withdrew from her quivering pussy.

“Amor?” she quickly called out, trying to walk on wobbly legs to open the glass door.

She had to steady herself as her mind began to separate reality from her fantasy that had felt so real in the moment. She looked down at the breast that fantasy Noah had bitten and there was nothing there. Relieved, she opened the door. 

The steam rushed out through the opening and dissipated along with her fantasy, leaving her with a longing she was starting to recognize.

There was Noah, her Noah. His face was a mixture of concern and excitement. She wondered how much he had seen. Even with her clouded mind, she could read him too well. Those tense shoulders, the shock that he tried to hide behind a nervous smile quickly fading from his face, his pupils too focused for him to feign ignorance…

But tonight was too important to her to ruin it.

“Did you come to join me?” she asked, partially because she was still so horny, but mostly because she needed to distract them both from what she had been doing…oh god, and what she was saying…but maybe the real Noah could take her back to where the imaginary one had left her.

Noah didn’t know how to describe what he was feeling. Aroused but overwhelmed? Flattered and confused? Or was that creeping devastation he felt coming on. He had spied on her without her consent, maybe this was karma?

But at least she wasn’t upset with him. Of course she wasn’t upset, she was his wife. He could have her any time he wanted, couldn’t he?

Noah shook his head, trying to dislodge the infestation of thoughts that clung to his mind, taunting him. He wouldn’t be able to, so he had to do what he always did—ignore them until he couldn’t anymore.

He cleared his throat and smiled at her, emulating that confidence he had been feeling all day before now.

“Sorry, baby doll, I’m saving this—” he grabbed his now nearly fully erect cock in his hand, “for later.”

She looked down, noticing he was close to full length. “¿Yo hice eso?”

For her, that validated her and justified everything she had just done. She bit her lip and reached out to it.

“Sí,” he at least knew that much. “But you’ll have to wait until after the club. Only patient, good little blonde Mexicans get this cock.” 

Why the hell did I say that? He thought to himself.

She pouted, “Mexicans?” She flicked water at him, her brows furrowed but she was still grinning. “There’s others?”

“‘Course not, baby,” he shook his head, “only for you.” He laughed and left the bathroom. “I need to change. Hurry up, woman, I might have to leave without you.”

“You better not!” she called out after him.

But Noah barely heard her. As he got dressed, all of his thoughts danced along the razor’s edge of a deeply cutting realization:

The last thing she had shrieked right before she was about to cum was his name as if he had done all of that to her. But those things…she had done to herself. That Noah that she had imagined in her head, he didn’t exist.

But could he?