[m/f] Keeping quiet at the thin-walled in-laws. (Not-so Sneaky Shower Sex)

Last year around Christmas time my wife and I traveled up north to visit her family for the holidays. When I say north, I mean a few miles further and we'd be in Canada. As I'm sure anyone who lives in the general area knows, there is very little to do in the winter up there except stay inside and try to keep warm. Playing in the snow is only good for a few days. So here I am, cooped up in this small house full of in laws and thin walls in a frozen wasteland. You can bet the bedroom had to be kept quiet.

I don't know if the cold was getting to me or the cabin fever, but about a week into this I am starting to get horny as all hell, and with no privacy to take care of it (much less get my wife to lend a hand (or a mouth (or ass))). I know what you're probably thinking, but no, the only bathroom had no lock on the door. They were living like savages up there. Obviously this made daily activities like shitting and showering stressful enough, so there was no way I was going to pull off a covert fap in there. The situation was bleak.

My wife and I were used to getting intimate pretty often in the privacy of our own home, but we were stuck in a no-fly zone here. To make matters worse, it seemed like I was the only one suffering from withdrawals. Every morning she'd be up early chatting or cooking with her sisters and mom, while I was left alone in the bed to fight down raging morning wood. Needless to say, by the time we hit a week and a half up there, I was going a little stir-crazy.

So one day every one goes outside to sled and make snowmen, and by this point I'm not really feeling the snow anymore, so I hang back in the house to take a nice, relaxing shower. I stripped naked and tossed my clothes against the door (a habit I had formed (somehow in my mind those clothes would hold it shut)) as the steam rose and filled the small bathroom. As the hot water burned against my skin, I briefly consider getting in a quick fap, and my cock instantly started to stand to attention, desperate for attention. I quickly turned the water to a colder setting to try and shake the thought. If someone walked in on that… and me stuck up here for another week… No thank you. As I was willing my cock to go back down, I heard the door click. What the hell, I thought, and nervously peeked around the shower curtain to see who had walked in on me.

It was my wife, standing butt naked and red-cheeked with the sexiest smirk I've ever seen. She's on the shorter side, of mixed-Asian ethnicity, with dark, pixie cut hair, heavy, round D cups, and wide hips that curve around to a perfect little ass. My cock jumped to eleven. "What are you doing?" I hissed, trying to stay quiet (the walls kept no secrets). "Just seeing what you're doing." she said in a careless voice, not even trying to stay quiet. Her eyes were staring at my cock, and she ramped the situation up a notch by licking her lips while she stared. This was too good (and too bad-there was no way we could see this through without being caught (a scenario played through my mind where I apologized to her father over dinner for fucking his daughter silly in his shower (yeah yeah, I know we're married and have every right, but this is a very respectful, conservative family (that I have to see for the rest of my (or their) life)). "They're gonna know." I whispered back. "Then you better stay quiet." she said, grabbing my cock with her freezing cold hand and using it as a handle to help herself into the hot shower.

I was so desperate for release by now that I nearly shot straight into her hand. Fuck it, I thought. There was no stopping this train now. My wife knelt down under the shower head and began running her lips (still cold from the outdoors) up and down my shaft while her cold fingers massaged my balls. The difference in temperature between her cool lips and fingers and the steaming hot water washing over us was incredible. Back home we'd played around with ice cubes in the bedroom before, but nothing felt like this. The inside of her mouth felt cool as she slipped my head between her lips, and the hot water warmed me back up when she took me out. I propped myself against the side of the shower with one hand as she slowly worked her mouth up and down my shaft, swirling her tongue over the tip each time she came to the end, letting it make a loud (was it too loud? (do I give a fuck?)) pop before taking it in again. She gradually went deeper and deeper with each agonizingly slow pass, until her nose pressed against me and I could feel her esophagus tighten around the end of me.

She looked up at me through the steam with my cock deep in her throat and that was my limit. I couldn't even speak, but she instantly knew what was coming. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it down to her tits, shooting my long overdue load onto them as the water drizzled down them and off her nipples, washing my cum down with it. I'm nearly doubled over in pleasure watching her, fighting desperately to keep my moans down to a ragged breath ( but already thinking that somebody (everybody) already knows). She slowly squeezed out the last drops of cum onto her tits before standing up and pressing her body against me. Her skin was still cold from outside, and I could feel goosebumps rising up all over her. Goosebumps, and two diamond-cutting nipples pressing into my chest.

"You got me all dirty." she said, watching the last of my cum wash down her body. "You were a dirty girl long before I got to you." I whispered, my breath still heavy from my orgasm (cheesy, I know, but my head wasn't in the language game at that moment (in fact, my head still hadn't wrestled control back from my 'other' head)). We were both a little surprised to find my cock already hardening again, pressed between us. "Guess you'll have to clean me up." she said, handing me a soapy sponge. I immediately set to the task, slowly rubbing the silky sponge all over her curves (taking special care to make sure her tits were squeaky clean). I stood back and admired my work, watching the soap suds trace paths down between tits, forming a V into her trimmed pussy. The sight of it alone had my cock at full mast again. Without a word, I grabbed her hips and forced her to turn around and bend over, her hands pressed against the shower wall. Water formed a small pool on her lower back as she arched it and spread her legs for me. I could see her thighs quivering a little (from the cold? (the anticipation? (both.))).

Now it was my turn to kneel. I went down to my knees and took an ass cheek in each hand, spreading them apart so I could admire her beautiful pussy. I started off by teasing her a little with the tip of my tongue, darting quickly up and down her lower lips, playfully tagging her swollen clit every other pass. The teasing didn't last long though, as she was soon rotating her hips and pushing her wet pussy against my face. I obliged her (how could I not?) by grabbing onto and burying my face into her sopping wet folds, sucking on her clit and sticking my tongue into her tight hole in rhythm with her moans (was she getting louder?)(definitely (everyone knows by now)). I could hear her breath quickening and her knees began to shake as her pussy quivered against me, her orgasm raising her voice into a high squeak of pleasure. Someone definitely heard that. But there she was, nearly doubled over, out of breath from her own orgasm. I could see the muscles of her vagina contracting as her waves of pleasure slowly receded.

Then something animal took over me. Seeing her bent over, heaving, swollen pussy completely exposed pushed me (finally!) past my wall of politeness and consideration for others. I didn't give a fuck who heard us (or saw us (at this point the whole family could've walked in)), I was about to mount my wife like a fucking bronco in heat.

I grabbed her hips and pointed my cock at her slit, giving her a second to find something to hold onto. She grabbed the washcloth rack with one and the tub's faucet with the other, lowering her head and raising her ass for me (she knew what was coming (what she'd been after the whole time)). I heard her fight to keep a low moan trapped in her throat as I pressed the tip of my cock against her wet folds, which parted readily for me. Giving her hips a little squeeze, I braced my legs against the sides of the tub and sheathed my aching cock into her wet hole. I'm not sure what was louder: the squeak of her feet against the tub or the little scream she couldn't hold back as I pounded into her. Either way, covert banging was now a thing of the past. I'm not sure I could've controlled my own grunts anyway. I layed into her with all the pent of frustration I had been keeping in for a week and half. My balls felt like they were already brimming over with cum again as they slapped against her with each thrust. The squeaking of the tub, our skin slapping together, my own low moans and her cries (getting louder (despite her biting her lip)) created a symphony within the thin walls of that steamy bathroom, and the message behind the music was pretty obvious.

It didn't take long for her whimpered cries to reach a fever pitch, and I felt her inner walls constrict against my cock as another orgasm shook her. Her tightened pussy tried to squeeze me out of it, which only made me ram my cock back in even harder. My own voice began to grow louder as I growled towards my own climax. I knew I was close, so I counted down the thrusts. 3. I slammed into her and held it in for a half a second, grinding my hips against her ass before pulling back out to the tip. 2. I angled my cock upwards against her, using the angle to create even more friction against her tightness. Once again I held it inside her, grinding a semicircle before pulling out. 1. I adjusted for a better grip on her legs as I shoved the full length of my cock into her, the first spurts of my cum leading the way to the back of her tunnel. I pulled her ass against me as hard as I could, grinding my hips in circles, working my cock as deep into her pussy as I could go, filling her pussy with every bit of my load. I know I yelled out when I came, but who knows what I even said (or how loud (how vulgar?)).

I collapsed against her, my cock twitching out the last of my cum as her pussy squeezed it out of me. We stayed like that until I got soft again and fell out of her, followed by a slimy waterfall of jizz. Laughing as we finally caught our breath, the hot water heater finally met its limit and cold water shocked us back to our senses. We both hurried to wash the sex off in the freezing water before we caught a cold. Later, as we were toweling ourselves dry she asked "Should one of us leave first, then the other?" I laughed. "If anyone is out there, they know exactly what just happened. No point in trying to hide it." Luckily for us, when we exited the bathroom everyone was still outside playing in the snow. We were both pretty relieved, but I really don't think it would have been nearly as good without the threat of being overheard. That heart-pumping fear just pushed all the blood in the right direction.

That night at dinner, my father-in-law leaned in to say "Nothing like a hot shower to warm your bones." with a subtle wink.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3uwx1r/mf_keeping_quiet_at_the_thinwalled_inlaws_notso