Free Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo

washed it, massaging vanilla-scented shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it away.
    While he conditioned it, he washed evidence of sex from her body, and he forced her to watch helplessly as he washed his own body. She wanted to feel the smooth glide of his muscles under her washcloth. She wanted to coax his cock to life and kneel before him so she could show him how much she loved him.
    Despite the warm water, her nipples hardened to tiny, pebbled peaks. Her sex swelled, and her mouth produced extra saliva. A whine escaped as her body begged to give him anything he wanted.
    Chuckling, he rinsed conditioner from her hair. When he finished with that, he released her arms. Blood flowed through her extremities, tingling a bit in her wrists and fingers.
    “Bend over, darling. Put your hands on the bench and show me that pretty little ass.”
    The way he framed his request startled Trish, even though he had been saying things like that all day. For fifteen years, Justin had avoided saying anything overtly sexual. He’d complimented her appearance in general terms. He’d shown an appreciation for her legs, her breasts, and her ass through touch and looks, not words.
    Trish decided she liked hearing him verbalize what he liked. Perhaps some might find it rude, but she wanted her husband to objectify her body. She already knew he liked and respected her as a person. Now she wanted more.
    He reached between her legs and found her slick wetness. Not long before, he’d rinsed away her cream. Evidence of her desire wouldn’t be denied. It hadn’t taken her body long to replace the necessary juices.
    “What a hungry little cunt you have, Trish. Would you like me to fuck it?”
    Hearing such decadent words in her sweet Justin’s low tones made Trish’s pussy throb with need. Did she want him to fuck her? Hell, yes. Would he do it if she begged? She had no idea. He definitely liked playing the dom, so he might get off by denying her pleasure. “If that’s what you want, Justin.”
    “You want to give me what I want?” He plunged two fingers deep inside.
    She arched her back and willed herself to not move further. “Yes, Justin. I want to give you whatever you want.”
    He thrust into her pussy, pumping furiously, working her body expertly. She moaned, and he removed his fingers. She whimpered when he left the shower without telling her she could move.
    Listening intently, she tried to figure out what he was doing. She shifted her weight and rolled her shoulders. Sliding and clunking sounds came from the other side of the bathroom. He returned before she could piece together evidence from the noises he made.
    He pressed his cooled skin to her ass and thighs. A small sound of surprise escaped her lips, but she managed to not jump away. The temperature difference sent a shiver up her spine, but it disappeared quickly as the water heated him again.
    The tip of his cock brushed the lips of her pussy. “Use one hand, Trish. Guide me inside you.”
    Eagerly, she complied. With one hand, she held the weight of her upper body on the bench. With the other, she positioned him at her entrance and pushed back to take him inside.
    He thrust, burying himself to the hilt, but then he stopped. The safety of close contact disappeared as he leaned back, peeling his abs and his hips away from her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart. He worked cool gel into the tight ring around her anus, and her pussy quivered around his dick.
    “I’m going to fuck your ass, Trish.”
    Oh, he didn’t have to warn her. She knew what he planned to do. Juices dripped from her pussy. She wished he would fuck her there a little too, but he remained still.
    He massaged lubricant inside. His cock withdrew. In moments, his thick crown pushed at her sphincter. She breathed out and relaxed.
    Justin’s cock was much thicker than the plug he’d taken out a few hours ago. The stretching didn’t hurt or burn as she’d expected from the research in which she’d engaged via