Shower release.

Liza sat on her plush couch, her mind racing with thoughts of Gary. She couldn't get him out of her head even as she sat watching TV with her husband, no matter how hard she tried.

Her husband, Mike, had pestered her for sex all evening, but the thought of being with him made her stomach turn. The memory Gary had planted in her mind of Mike's infidelity was still fresh, and added with the image of Mike naked and the association to feeling ill at it, Liza couldn't bring herself to be intimate with him.

She absentmindedly ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the couch, lost in thought.

The irony was not lost on her; she had once desired her husband, Mike, and now she could not bear the thought of being with him.

Liza closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. She knew what she had done with Gary was wrong, but it had felt so wonderful, and Gary had said he wanted to do it again. Liza's heart fluttered at the thought of being with Gary again. She couldn't deny that she wanted him, needed him even. She had never felt like this before, not even at any point in her marriage to Mike.

Mike was a good man, but he didn't make her feel the way Gary did. Liza couldn't stop thinking about the way Gary touched her, kissed her, and made love to her. Her body craved him in a way that she had never experienced before.

She wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her, his lips on hers, and his cock deep inside of her once again. A shiver ran down her spine as she allowed herself the pleasure to reminisce and imagine Gary.

Her thoughts of him were interrupted by the sound of Mike clearing his throat.

Liza gave a frustrated sigh this time.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked.

She quickly snapped herself out of her reverie and offered a small smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Just going to nip for a shower."

Mike smiled back and didn't press the matter further. Liza knew she needed to get away from him, to find relief from the desire that was welling up inside her. She stood up abruptly and made for the bathroom.

Liza couldn't wait to strip off her clothes and let the hot water cascade over her hungry body. She needed a release from this pent-up desire for Gary that threatened to consume her, and she hoped a little solo time would help.

She turned on the showerhead and stripped out of her clothes as she waited for the water to warm up. Liza sighed in pleasure as she stepped under the spray into the water. Her hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching her nipples until they hardened beneath her fingers.

Liza bit her lip as a wave of pleasure coursed through her, making her pussy wetter with each passing moment. She cupped her mound and let out a low moan, imagining it was Gary's hand on her instead.

Slipping two fingers inside herself, she closed her eyes and thought of Gary's thick cock filling her up. She slowly moved them in and out of her wetness, letting the hot water run over her curves as she did.

Liza's breath caught in her throat. Slowly Liza withdrew her fingers and reached for the showerhead; she kept the spray on wide and soft.

With the showerhead in one hand, she guided the direction of the spray to the movements of her free hand as it felt and pawed her body.

Her fingers slid from her lips to her neck, down her chest, cupping her breasts. She stroked and teased them, circling her erect nipples before pinching them roughly. Liza moaned out loud; there was no need to be discreet in this moment. She was alone.

Admired her own breasts; the shape and size felt right in her hands. She pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and moaned out loud; the sound echoed around the room. The spray from the shower hit her breasts, causing more pleasure to build up inside her.

Liza found herself changing the shower setting to a three-stream spray setting. She smiled to herself as she admired the power of the stream. Arching her spine, she pressed herself back against the smooth tile. She lifted her leg and placed it on the side of the bath. She then used her free hand to reach down behind her to her ass; she pulled one of her ass cheeks to the side and aimed the shower stream right around her ass, letting out a sigh of bliss.

The intense spray teased the edges of her ass-hole for a moment before she allowed it to wash over it. A shiver ran down her as she felt the pressure and heat on her opening. She had never been so turned on by self-masturbation before.

Liza released her ass cheek and moved her hand to her front, her nails scraping along her skin as she moved. With her hand now between her legs, she began to slowly rub circles over her clit while she waved the spray from the jets onto her more sensitive areas, both hands working in conjunction with a worthwhile goal of pleasure.

She lost herself in the sensation; she closed her eyes and imagined that Gary was there with her. She imagined him on his knees in front of her, in the shower with her, and his face between her legs.

Liza's heel pressed firmer onto the top ledge of the bath; she bent the knee of her standing leg and spread further; her fingers spread her lips, and she moved the spray to move between her arsehole and her pussy; she began to settle on her before adjusting and agreeing on an angle that suited her.

"Fuck!" Liza moaned out loud as she allowed the pressure of the water to spread her pussy lips.

She let her mind drift. She pictured Gary kneeling before her as he worked her pussy with his mouth and tongue, mimicking her movements on the showerhead. His mouth on her. Imagine him probing his tongue onto her pussy lips before darting past and inside, flicking her clit with each pass.

She arched back further into the tile, with one hand keeping the showerhead at the perfect angle and the other holding herself wide.

Liza struggled to take it any longer; she desired the release that orgasm would bring. She moved from her heel that had been digging into the edge of the tub to her toes as she worked herself closer; her raised leg pitched and granting her better access.

"Oh God, Gary!" She cried.

Liza clenched her teeth as she then moved the showerhead directly over her pussy; she panted hard as one hand ground the showerhead back and forth over her lips and clit, the water pushing and pulsing. Liza's other hand now grabbed at her breasts.

She squeezed and kneaded them as she rode the waves of pleasure being delivered by the three concentrated streams of water pulsing from the showerhead. She could feel her climax approaching quickly; her body tensed and shuddered as she ground the showerhead rhythmically into her soaking-wet pussy.

"Fuck yes, Gary!" She screamed out as she came hard, her whole body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her. She leaned back against the tile, panting heavily with a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

Office fun

Liza sat in her office; she tapped the pen against the desk. Two things were off so far in her working day.

One was that she had been late; she had found herself alone in the house after her husband Mike had left for work, and Liza had toyed with herself to the image of her waking up with Gary in a shared bed; she had kept herself late due to achieving another world-rocking orgasm.

Two had been that she had no focus on her work; she kept thinking about Gary. No matter what she tried, she found her thoughts drifting from her work and the pressures of promotion to the tantalising prospect of a future with Gary.

Liza sighed; she wanted him; it was so clear now. What had begun as some fun and payback on a cheating husband had driven her into a passionate affair with Gary, and now she was haplessly in love with Gary, Gary who she and her family had known since they were kids, but she knew she could not admit it. 'What if he only wants a bit of fun? Then I would lose a great lover and the prospect of a life with him,' Liza thought.

Liza decided that she would be less selfish; she would find out more about what Gary liked, and she would become that perfect woman for him, which would give her the best chance of moving beyond the mere physicality of their relations.

Liza glanced at the open door. She then lifted her phone; she called her mum.

"Hey, sweetheart," Martha said.

"Hi, Mum. I was just wondering if you had heard from Gary lately," Liza asked.

"You mean since I left you two alone to get that cake no one ate?" Martha replied with a laugh.

Liza blushed. "Well, I was just wondering if he had mentioned anything to you about it or me," Liza said, trying to keep her voice casual. "You know, anything at all."

Martha paused for a moment before answering. "No, dear, Gary hasn't mentioned anything to me about what happened when I left you two alone, even though I did ask. Although you two seemed to be getting on very well when I got back, I'm not surprised. You two have always had a special connection, even as children."

Liza smiled at the thought of her childhood memories with Gary. The installed memories told her she had always had a crush on him, even back then. But she never thought it would lead to this.

Liza was drifting off again to another daydream of her and Gary being a couple, being a family. She always imagined Gary as a doting husband and her as the adoring wife. And, of course, she would be that perfect woman he had always wanted: fit, curvy in all the right places, and caring for him with every bit of her.

"Liza." 

Her mother brought her out of the daydream.

"Oh yeah, sorry, Mum, I got distracted," Liza told her.

Her mom continued, knowing what Liza was getting at, and something in her voice seemed determined, "Not surprising when we are discussing a special man like Gary. But you will need to be a lot more vigilant with him if you want something more than just, you know, sex."

"Mum," Liza said.

"Oh, Liza, we are grown-up women; it's fine. Do you think you are the only woman who has gotten themselves off to the image of Gary?" Martha told her.

"Mum!"

"It's true; if I were your age, I would be trying to make him mine. Ok, we will have a catch-up and go into more detail, but here is what I know: he is single, and although he could easily have his pick of any woman, Gary has always asked about you. He comes around to see you, not to visit me, so let's just understand what he wants, and we can make you whatever he needs. Agreed?" Martha told her.

Liza thought about that for a moment. She felt a wave of excitement at the prospect of becoming Gary's ideal woman.

But then she considered how much she desired him, not merely for physical intimacy, but for the genuine connection they shared. She aspired to create something meaningful with him, and if that required transforming herself, then so be it.

"Okay, Mum, let's find out what he wants, and I'll become it," Liza said.

"Good Girl, we can nail this. And I'll get right on it."

Those were the last words that Liza's mother, Martha, said as they hung up the phone. Liza couldn't help but smile at her mother's enthusiasm.

Liza went back to her work, or being distracted at work.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She had finally admitted to herself that she was in love with Gary, and she was determined to make him hers.

Liza didn't get too far into another vivid daydream of Gary and her when her phone rang.

"Hello", Liza said.

"Hey, Liza. Your mom said you were trying to get in touch?" Gary asked on the other line.

Liza's stomach flipped in excitement. She tried to keep her voice steady as she replied, "Hey, did she? I think I just mentioned that I hadn't heard from you since, you know, the other day."

Gary laughed. "Send Mom for cake and commence fucking."

"Gary, I'm at work," Liza whispered with far too much glee in her tone.

"I thought you might be; that's why I'm calling you," Gary replied.

Liza couldn't help herself as she giggled. She knew she was being unprofessional, but the thought of Gary on the other end of the line sent her heart racing with excitement and desire.

"Well, if you wanted to talk so badly, then you should have come in to see me at work." Liza teased, biting her lip as she imagined crawling under her desk and giving Gary a blowjob right there in her office.

It wasn't the first time she had entertained such a delicious fantasy since they started their affair.

Gary chuckled, "Hey, if I thought I could get away with fooling around with you on the way to work and behind Mike's back, I would have cancelled this work thing I have and maybe found a quiet spot in that office of yours."

Liza giggled, her mind racing with all of the ways she could seduce Gary in her office, but having him on the phone made it feel more real.

"Well, I'm glad to hear from you," Liza said softly into the phone. "I wish you would have."

Gary's voice dropped an octave. "Liza, if you only knew how much I love fucking around with you, especially when no one knows about our affair. I imagined fucking you during the working day, no one suspecting me banging the shit out of you on your desk."

Liza gasped at his words, a thrill of desire overcoming her body.

"Well, how soon could you get here?" Liza purred as she squeezed her thighs together.

The mere thought of Gary was enough to send her into a state of arousal, but the fact they could satisfy a fantasy of his was more powerful.

"If only I didn't have work presentations," Gary whispered, his voice strained with longing. "You have no idea what you do to me."

The sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. Liza bit back a moan as she imagined him saying her name while he thrust into her, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

"Aaawww," she played disappointedly in a hushed whisper. "No fun," she quietly pouted down the line.

"Hey, who said we can't have fun?" Gary corrected her. "That's why I phoned. What are you wearing?" Gary asked, his voice low.

Liza could hear the desire, and it made her heart race.

"Blouse, skirt, and heels." Her breath hitched slightly as she spoke, her body tingling with anticipation. She wished she had gone into a little more detail and even if she had worn something more sexy than work attire.

"Nice," he said. "Up for some fun? I have five minutes before my presentation," Gary asked.

The words alone caused Liza to flush in anticipation.

"I can ALWAYS make time to FIT you in." Liza alluded, biting her lip as she imagined him.

Liza had always been career-driven and professional, but now she found herself daydreaming about Gary during work, longing for the workday to end when they could be together.

"Good girl. How about you reach up under your skirt and slide those panties down over those long legs?" Gary told her over the phone.

"Sure, let me just close my office door..." Liza began to get up from behind her desk.

"No, leave the door open; I like the danger of it," Gary told her. "Tell me what you are doing." Gary's voice was low and commanding.

Liza felt another shiver run down her as she sat back down. She did as he asked, sliding her hand up under her skirt and feeling the soft fabric of her panties. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly slid them down, detailing it as she did, her gaze on the open door.

"Good girl." Gary's voice was husky with desire. "Now, leave them on the floor beside the heels. Touch yourself for me. I want to hear you moan as I touch myself."

Liza couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't deny the rush she got from how turned on it made Gary; she was determined to detail her masturbation for him, and if she was good, she might get him off too.

"I'm sliding my nails along my inner thigh; the door's still open, so I'm going slow. I don't know how I will hide my dropped panties if someone comes around my side of the desk, though," Liza whispered into the phone, completely consumed by Gary's arousal as she heard him begin to beat himself.

"Keep going, baby." Gary's voice was rough, and Liza couldn't help but obey him. Her body tensed as she slipped her fingers between her slick folds, moaning softly at the feeling of her own touch.

"My hand is at my pussy. Oh god, I'm so wet, honey, wet for you, my baby," Liza told him. "My fingers are starting to circle around my clit, my hips lifting up off my seat, and I'm starting to spread my juices. You make me feel so fucking horny."

Liza heard Gary's breath hitch at her words, and she smiled to herself, biting her lip as her fingers began to move faster against her sensitivity.

"Fuck, Gary, I wish you were touching me right now, at my desk, behind me pretending to point something out on my laptop screen, your hand up under my skirt, between my legs," Liza whimpered...