Personally, I think simultaneous orgasm is overrated. I know that some people make it out to be some kind of sexual end-all be-all, and Jill and I will both admit that it can be really great to have an orgasm at the very same moment the person you’re with is having his or her own. It’s definitely the kind of thing anyone would be lucky to experience at least once.

However, I personally enjoy Jill’s orgasms too much to want to be caught up in my own while she’s having them. I’d rather enjoy all the wonderful sights and sounds of her special moment, then work on mine, preferably with her help.

Today, I got home from work later than usual, but still walked into an empty house. I took a shower, and while I was washing my hair I was surprised by the feel of my wife’s body pressing against mine. Unable to suppress a huge smile, I rinsed the shampoo off of my head and away from my eyes, then kissed her hello. Because of our different work schedules, we don’t usually shower together in the morning. So, finding ourselves naked under the hot spray with nowhere to be, we decided to make it last.

Jill began by grabbing a bottle of body wash off the window sill, and slowly massaged it into my tired shoulders. As her hands traveled down my chest, I reached for her body wash, and started to do the same to her. By now she was working on my balls, so I started to soap up her breasts. Her nipples stood at attention, just as my cock was doing, and from there I moved down to her hips and her thighs. I turned her around and began to lather up her back, watching excitedly as the soap drizzled over her ass.

I moved my hand around her body, settling between her legs. As I pressed lightly on her clit, Jill exhaled, then leaned back to kiss me hard on the mouth. Then she took her mouth off of me, turned back around and we resumed the kiss, face to face this time. As we stood there, the water rinsing off of our soapy bodies, I replaced my hand on her clit and continued to fondle her. She reached down to my cock and took it in her hand, stroking it from tip to base as we kissed hungrily, barely stopping for breath. My hand burrowed further between her legs, nudging her thighs apart so that I could enter her with one finger, then two, continuing to work her clit with my thumb.

Jill stroked me faster, and I stepped up my own efforts until her climax was finally upon her. She took her mouth off of mine and buried her face in my shoulder. Her erotic moans combined with the feel of her hand stroking me intently led to my own orgasm. We held each other as we came, then caught our breath.

“That was amazing,” said Jill when she could speak again.

-Jack