I stand in the shadow of the doorway for a long time, shocked by the amount of cum that continues to pour back out of her in a little river of white liquid adding to the expanding wetspot in the middle of the bed under them. After almost ten minutes I become aware of my own cum soaked underwear and a wave of shame hits me. Not wanting them to see me like that,I retreat down the hallway and go backdown stairs. In the laundry room I throw my cum saturated underwear into the washer and find some clean basketball shorts to pull on and go back out to the couch to pretend to be sleeping, not ready to face either Raj or my wife. I lay there for at least 15 -20 min but no one leaves the room. Soon I hear the water running from the shower but all is quiet, no one leaves the room and another 10 min goes by before my curiosity gets the best of me.
Despite my best efforts to resist, the urge to see what is happening pulls me up the stairs. Entering the bedroom I can see that it's empty, I’m again struck by the sheer size of the wet spot in the middle of the bed and move past it to the bathroom. Our bathroom has a big shower in the middle, glass walls on three sides from floor to ceiling with an entrance on either side, and a bench all along the non glass wall. WIth two shower heads in the ceiling its comfortable for two people to be in at the same time and could probably easily fit 6 if needed. The hot water is producing a steamy cloud and I can only make out two blurry bodies inside. As the steam shifts I catch glimpses of their wet embrace, soapy hands on each other's bodies. Sharing a continuous long kiss under the water, they are rubbing each other down before I see her slide behind him, using her loofah she starts sudsing up his body, thick white foam starting up at his shoulders and upper back before moving around his body and getting to his chest. Her hands trail lower and lower, by the time they cross his abdomen his heavy thick hooded cock is rock hard again. Sticking out perpendicular to his body she runs the loofah up and down it until its dripping white soap and she drops it on the floor and uses both hands to grip and stroke his slippery soapy cock. The steam shifts again and I can only make out Raj’s face, his eyes closed with a big smile as she tugs him from behind with both her hands.
She strokes him slowly, clearly enjoying the weight and heft of his cock, nibbling the side of his neck and pressing her soapy body against his back. The two of them rocking together as he gently pumps her hand. Turning to meet her mouth and sharing a kiss he finally turns around and slips behind her trading places, her hands reach forward and press against the glass. Picking up the loofah he soaps up her back and ass, reaching around and making sure he spends a long time covering her tits before I see him use the loofah to get his cock sudsy and wet. The swirling steam moves back in front of them so I can’t see him enter her but hear it when she lets out a loud “oooohhh” and her fingers spread wide and splay out on the glass. Soon there is the wet clapping of skin against skin that starts off slowly and softly but picks up intensity getting faster, louder and harder. Adding to the cacophony of sounds her moans, in between each loud wet slap is followed by ‘unnnnhhhhhh’ as if it's knocking the breath out of her.
I feel a surge of adrenaline mixed with pounding of blood swelling my cock as the loud clapping coming from the shower gets even more intense. I'm jolted when suddenly she is pushed forward into the glass by a powerful thrust, her tits smashed against the glass and spread out under her. His thrusts almost lifting her up off her toes and makes a squeaking sound as her soapy tits drag up and down along the glass, he keeps her pinned against it leaning his body into her as her moans turn into loud grunts ‘ummpf ummmmm ummpfffffff aahhmmmmm’. She's spreading her legs wider, a bit past shoulder width like she’s bracing herself, his low hanging dark black balls extending between her legs and slapping upwards each time he thrusts, creating a mesmerizing arc as they slam into her over and over, landing against her swollen clit. Leaning forward into the glass more, her cheek pressed against the glass like her tits are below the sounds of the skin slapping together growing fast when Raj grabs her by the hair and tugs her head back, at the same time the steam clears and I watch her back arch as her head is yanked back making her smashed tits pull off the glass and jutt out. With each impact of Raj’s hips her tits shake and wobble before the next impact hits, with him controlling her by the hair as he keeps her pulled back against him, his hips rocketing up and down pistoning in and out of her.
