She hadn't been a virgin when she married. Of course not. Neither had Tom. She'd been a drama student at the university, and she'd been around. Not too many times, but enough to know the score. Enough to be a hot fuck once she decided that Tom Hickman was a man worth fucking. She'd opened her legs willingly, taken him into her hot pulsating cunt, and he'd fucked her for what seemed like hours at the time but wasn't nearly long enough to drench the fires that burned inside her. Clasping him with her legs, milking him of his juicy cum with her twitchy pussy muscles, she had known, from their first fuck, that here was a man she could learn to love, a man she could willingly spend the rest of her life with.

So what had happened?

"Tell me," Joanne asked the woman in the mirror, but neither of them knew the answer.

She turned away, reaching into the tower, adjusting the water to the proper degree of warmth. She turned the nozzle, too, allowing the spray to fall like tiny tingling needles of wet stimulation. Joanne liked that. And it was one thing that she both enjoyed and could get. Unlike her husband's love.

She stepped into the hot spray, and her lips puckered in a surge of delight. She turned round and round, letting the water play across her skin, and it was lovely. She cupped her tits, lifting them so they, too, could feel the stinging spray of the water, and her nipples puckered in joyous arousal. Joanne purred, a bubbly gurgling sound, and her fingers flitted back and forth across her brown paps, tickling them until they stiffened and thrust in the glory of full erection. She closed her fists over the ends of her boobs and squeezed hard, moaning as she began to feel better and better and better.

"Do it, baby, oh, really do it," Joanne moaned from deep in her throat. She got her hands sudsy on a bar of soap, and then she came back in full force, massaging the suds into her body. She was massaging long after her body was frothy with soap. Massaging until her heart swelled inside her and her head began to throb.