Chapter 5 - The Permission

Sindiswa came home while I was washing my hair. She called out hello and I answered, asking how her workout went.

"Good," she shouted over the spray of water. "I finally signed up with a personal trainer. Nothing big. Just eight sessions. I need to put a programme together with a proper eating plan."

"But you already look amazing," I said.

I felt her hands lift my cock and balls, which caught me completely off guard. I rinsed the shampoo off my face and opened my eyes. She'd stripped and climbed in with me. I ran my eyes over her body, remembering the pictures I'd seen.

"Why are you already a little hard?" she asked, teasing. "Did you jerk off while I was gone?"

A million answers raced through my head.

"I was picturing you working out," I lied.

The truth was that those photos had got to me. She's my wife, but she is also a woman with an incredible body, and I had just spent an hour looking at her the way strangers once looked at her. That was the thing. Somewhere in all the years of loving her I had stopped wanting her like that. We started making love instead of fucking. Those pictures put her back in front of me as somebody's good time, hungry and used and pleased about it, and the wanting came back so hard it frightened me.

I was growing hard in her hand. Fast.

"What's all this about?" she chuckled. "Missed me?"