He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door slid open and her face appeared out of the steam. "What if I don't want to be done?" she asked cheerfully.

"What? I mean, I'm not sure . . . What?" he stammered quickly, completely thrown by her question.

"What if I don't want to be done?" she asked again, this time much more forcefully. As his mind groped for an answer, she reached across, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the shower.

"C'mere, silly," she giggled, pressing him into the corner and then pressing her lips and body against him. Her kiss deepened and became all the more urgent even as she ground her hips into his, her wet bare skin sliding against his soaked clothing as though they were both covered in oil. Soon she was literally humping him as the hot spray rained down on them. He could see nothing save for her face; could feel nothing save for her body; and hear nothing save for her frenzied panting. He tried to reach between them to remove his shorts but she had her legs locked around his body. The obstruction of his clothing wasn't the least impeding her passion. But he wanted, no, needed much more.

Pulling her up until her legs were locked around his waist, he opened the shower door and careened into the bathroom. He could carry her, no problem, but their entwined position made it difficult to walk. Plus, her lips had scarcely left his mouth since she'd pulled him into the shower. Bouncing from wall to wall, they literally fell onto the bed, the resulting bounce causing their teeth to clack together. At that Kelli finally released him from her death grip, turning her heated attention to removing his clothes. No sooner had she removed his shorts than he found himself laying back on the bed, his sex-crazed wife straddling him, her pussy poised just atop his rock-hard member.

"This pussy will always be yours," she declared fiercely, releasing her arms and dropping straight down upon him, until her cunt had swallowed him whole. Working herself into an even more furious frenzy, she rode up and down on his cock until the sheen of water on her body had been replaced with a sheen of sweat. He watched with lust as every movement made her tits bounce, as every lunge revealed his cock deep inside her dripping pussy. Finally she screamedout in relief as the pressure building in her cunt was finally released, her orgasm causing every vessel in her body to quiver, and her slit to squeeze his manhood in a hot, sweaty grip. And still she remained perched atop him, as wanton a slut as he'd ever seen, a fierce look of lust still smoldering in her eyes.

"I don't think I want to be done. I like it when you make me do slutty, dirty stuff. I want to be a bad girl. And if I have to be punished, then I'll really deserve it. And we'll let the world see just what kind of a bad bitch Kelli can be!"

He looked at her in amazement, which softened into adoration. And the thirteenth day turned into the fourteenth with his wife, his life, his love, impaled to the hilt upon his cock.