Chapter 3: The Shower

Dale was anxious to get clean. During his long incarceration, he had showered at the jail, as briefly and minimally as possible. Fortunately, he had kept his body turned away from the other inmates as much as possible, because he didn’t want to be singled out.

Dale’s cock was unusually large, even when soft. He just didn’t want to be hassled about it.

For all her anger and frustration over Dale’s behavior, Rosemary was desperate to have him and his beautiful penis home with her. Once he was naked and lathering up his body in their shower, she quickly stripped out of her clothes and joined him under the spray.

The first thing she did was drag her 40DD tits across his chest leaving trails in the suds, while tongue-kissing him deeply. His soapy hands rubbed and squeezed the cheeks of her ample ass, while his long-deprived cock almost literally sprang to full erection.

This was Rosemary’s cue to drop to her knees. Using the spray to rinse clean his cock-head, she grabbed his shaft with both her slick soapy hands, skinned back his foreskin, and stretched her lips over the bulging head. She tongued the small sensitive spot underneath while stroking his shaft with her hands.

No surprise, Dale came quickly, with six salty spurts of semen eagerly swallowed by his wife.

A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom while toweling dry his wet hair. On the bed, Rosie’s full round ass was pointed directly toward him, as she was up on her elbows and knees.

“Like what you see, Dale?”

“Of course! What a strange question.”

“Because, you’re going to have to earn your next piece of this ass. You’re sleeping in the guest room until you prove to me you can be relied upon.” She turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, noticing that he was hard again.

“Here, honey, sit next to me and I’ll explain.” She put her hand in his lap and caressed his cock.

“I’ve tried to make it easy for you. I have a fresh certified copy of your birth certificate, using the detailed information that your mother provided. And I have a fresh copy of your Social Security Card. And when you threw away your old driver’s license, I found it in the trash and saved it. Finally, I have your name and address on our mortgage and your phone bill. With these documents, in the morning you will be at the DMV getting a new driver’s license, according to the current requirements.”

Before Dale could object, Rosemary grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. Her implication was obvious.

“Any objection, Dale?”

He sagged back. “No, Rosie.”