Milf Smut (+18)

Cate Blanchett: (Alone in the Shower)

A.N:

This chapter is taken from one of my unpublished books I'm working on called "I Have to get Back to My Husband."

If you really like I consider publishing some actually chapters. They are longer so they take more time to make.

I hope you enjoy!!

A minute passes but it feels like an hour, and he doesn't come out. I take this as my hint to go to the bathroom for a shower before bed. I want to get the smell of booze and lust off of me.

I enter my large bathroom and go to the standing shower with glass walls, big enough to fit about four people. It's larger than needed but Andrew was set on it for shower sex. Though it never happened.

I turn the water on and let it heat up as I slowly strip of my clothes. The pink trench coat falls to the ground leaving my black romper. I slowly step out of it making sure not to fall, I kick it away and enter the steaming shower.

I lean my head back in the falling water letting it soak my scalp and my golden hair. Flash backs of showering with Andrew float in my mind but they only disgust me unlike before. Has he showered with another woman? Would he? Tears slowly form in my eyes and I blink them away before they can make an actual appearance.

I take the shower head off it's hook from the wall and the water water close to my hair line, really soaking the think locks.

The pressure is nice on my skin, comforting, pleasurable, arousing. My mind drifts off to Chloe's personal question, if I wasn't so intoxicated I would have brushed it off and told her it was inappropriate to ask but I didn't.

She asked me if I had ever touched myself, I told her no and it wasn't a lie, I've been with Andrew since being a teenager, so many years ago and he was all I needed. I never had that sexual desire when he wasn't around. I made love with him when he was in sexual need. It was always for him, never me.

I slowly move the shower head to my firm breasts, even with age they haven't sagged. They are... were my husband's favourite part of me. Now thinking it was just a sexual thing.

The water sprays onto my delicate breasts and my hard nipples making me let out a soft moan. All I can think about is Chloe's hands grabbing and squeezing then, and claiming them as her with hickeys and love bites.

I lean my head back as my hand lowers the shower head even more. It passes my breasts, then my torso then to my core. The water roughly sprays against my folds and my sensitive clit, making me gasp loudly.

I haven't been pleasured by anyone in a long time, let alone by myself. I spread my legs and move the shower head lower letting it have better access to me.

My body starts to subconsciously lean forward at the pleasure and I place my hand on the glass wall smudging the condensation that's building up from the heat.

I imagine Chloe's fingers pumping in and out of me, curling inside of me at a fast pace. I can't help my mind drifting off to her, her hands, her lips, her beautiful but I'm married. It's wrong, my feelings are wrong. I push these thoughts down and focus on my upcoming orgasm.

I can feel the bubbles in my stomach and the pleasurable need for more in my core. My legs start to shake and my muscles tighten. My grip around the shower head handle tightens and my head goes back.

Another loud moan escapes my lips and echos through the large shower. My breath quickens and it gets harder to breath as my climax reaches the top. I'm need more though, I need something inside me.

I turn around and lean again the glass wall and hiss at the coldness against my back. I spread my legs and turn the shower head pressure higher with a turn of a nob.

My other hand travels down my body to my clit and rubs it simultaneously as the water sprays me. I can feel just how wet I am, not just from the water. My head hits the glass behind me and I moan loudly as my slender finger enters me.

I slowly pump my finger into me stretching me, a second finger slips in and I moan at the feeling. I never knew I could feel this good ever, Andrew has never made me feel this good. It makes me wonder who could.

I curl my fingers inside me hitting a spot that's never been pleasured before. It sends sparks up my body sending me over the edge. My hand cramps but I keep going riding my orgasm out. 

I can't breath for a moment as the high hits me and my legs go weak struggling to keep me upright. My high slows down and I put the shower head back on it's rest on the wall and remove my fingers from my core. They are covered in a sticky clear liquid and I can't help but wonder how I taste.

I bring my two fingers up to my mouth and carefully lick off my juices. It tastes sweet with a hint of tang to it. I wonder how Chloe would taste but I quickly drop the idea. I'm happily married, I can't be think about that.

I quickly finish my shower, washing my golden hair and cleaning the smell of pleasure and arousal off of my aging skin.

I turn off the shower and leave it, I look into the heated mirror that makes it not steam up. I look at my body, my breasts, my wrinkling face, my arms and my belly. I have scars, wrinkles, stretch marks, I'm a 50-year-old woman I shouldn't be thinking sexual thoughts of younger woman, especially as a married woman.

I picture Chloe compared to me, her smooth, youthful skin, her innocent face, her perky breasts and a flat stomach. How could she have an interest in me, an old, sagging woman. 

I turn from the mirror when I feel tears building in my eyes once again today and I throw on a simple lace nightgown.

Andrew is still not in bed yet and it's very late. I climb under the covers on my side and lay on my back. My core still throbbing from the immense pleasure I gave myself. It craves for more, it's like I woke a beast inside me. A sexual beast. A beast that won't be satisfied forever by my own hands.