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My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant again for some time now.

One morning in the shower, I was lamenting my lack of a good, hard fuck and remembering what our sex life was like just a few years before.I admit my memories were getting me horny, and soon my hands were wandering over my slippery, soapy flesh, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples and then wandering down to caress my pussy. I didn't want to get out of the shower yet, so I just did what I always did in these situations. just come in and go to the bathroom quickly."The door opened when I was only halfway through this statement and I heard him sigh as he finally relieved himself.I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around me and opening the door to go back to my room.Nick was just coming out of his room to go somewhere, and I pretended not to notice him as I let my towel slip down to reveal a breast.I did this a few times until I had the whole thing buried in me, then started to speed up my fucking, pretending it was Nick's cock in me, stretching me and filling me.

Again, I came hard and fast, this time moaning his name softly under my breath. Over the next week or two, I flirted with him shamelessly whenever we were alone.He gave it a couple of quick strokes and it grew a little bit, but then I tucked it away and washed his hands, leaving me in the shower, even hotter than I had been.I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, two fingers quickly plunging into my aching pussy as I thought about Nick's cock.I told him to have a good time and to call if he were going to miss dinner.He nodded vaguely and adjusted his half-hard cock in his pants as I turned to go into my room.I lay naked on the bed, incredibly horny from having just flashed my son, and I had to fuck myself again. I reached into the bedside table and took out a large dildo, licking around the tip a bit to lubricate it before putting it at the opening to my pussy and slowly pushing it in.