I shrugged off my robe and stepped into the shower behind her. She had her face in the stream and her eyes closed. I walked up behind her, got down on my knees and pressed a gentle kiss to her smooth ass. Her head snapped around and down instantly, but her lips curved into a smile when she saw me.

She turned around and tried to pull me up for a kiss but I didn’t move. Instead I planted a gentle kiss on her thigh. I heard her sharp intake of breath and her hand on the back of my head.

Oh it felt so good to feel her. I couldn’t stop my tears and I leaned my forehead against her thigh as I sobbed.

“T,” she said sliding down to her knees so we could be face to face, “don’t cry baby, you know when you cry I cry.”

I looked up to see that she was indeed crying. “I’m t-trying so hard!” I cried.

“I know baby, I know,” she said sitting down on the shower floor and sitting me in her lap.

“I don’t want to become heartless, I don’t wanna stop loving you!” I cried.

For the first time I saw a hint of fear in her eyes, but it was overruled by her confidence, “you won’t! I won’t let it!”

“I love you,” I cried.

“I love you,” she cried kissing my lips just like the first time. My body was like a California forest, it was on fire. It was a wildfire that was so out of control it caught everything in its path, including my sultry wife, who had already started breathing rapidly.

“I love you, I love you,” I chanted over and over again as I slipped my hand in between our bodies and pressed onto her clit.

“Ahh!” Bette moaned loudly. She moved her hand down to mine and I let out a similar moan. The wildfire was still raging, but when she touched my clit it had become so concentrated.

Unable to speak coherently, I moved my fingers on Bette to try to communicate what I wanted. She was in similar state, but luckily we wanted the same things.

When we slipped our fingers into each other we were both screaming in pleasure.