Abby kept her bra off, but she'd put her blouse back on by the time she and Ward got back to their private suite.

     She went right to the bathroom.

     "I'm going to be a couple minutes," she said, her voice tight.

​     After five minutes, Ward thought, if I'd known she was going to be this long, I would have peed first.

     Then he heard the shower running. What? She was taking a shower now?

     Ward tapped on the bathroom door. "Uh, honey?"

     The response was a clipped, "What?", as if she commanded with that question, don't you dare just stroll in here.

     "I didn't know you were going to shower, Abby. I need to pee."

     "Right this second?"

     "I'll ask Claudia where I can find another bathroom on this floor."

     A pause, then, "Okay, come on. I'll just pretend I'm hearing shower water."

     I'm sensing the need for some real caution here, Ward thought as he joined his wife inside the steamy bathroom.

     Thirty seconds, then, 

     "Are you done?" Abby asked.

     "I haven't even started, yet."

     Ward had a problem.

     He had a hard on, and it refused to go away, and he couldn't get his piss to pass through his rigid penis.

​     Put your mind on something besides sex, he thought, Think of toilets. Nothing less sexy. That didn't work, though, because bare asses sat on toilets, and thinking about bare butts got him thinking about Abby sitting on the toilet, nude. Ward told himself to think about asphalt. Asphalt had to be the least sexist thing on planet Earth, but then he got to thinking that all asphalt was really, nothing but cement and other stinky crap, and cement came from stone, and, from stone, some of the most erotic statues in history had been...oh no!

     "You've got to be done by now," Abby said from the other side of the shower curtain.

     "I've got a stiff one, Honey. I can't get it to soften up."

​     "What's happening to us, Ward?" Abby almost shrieked. "I haven't felt like myself since the second I got to this place, and the kids sure haven't been acting like any children of mine."

     "They seem to be having a good time."

     "​I'm having a good time. Seeing Winston, the way he...I'm terrified, Ward. There's a huge part of me that doesn't want any part of this."

     That did it. Hard on, gone. His pee emptied from his bladder into the toilet.

     "If you want to leave, we'll leave," he replied, even as a part of him thought, please, please do not take me up on that.

     "I don't know what I want to do, and this broove's not helping. It's too good. That's the problem. Are you done? Are you going to stay in here?"

​     Just standing there talking to his wife and knowing she was naked on the other side of the shower curtain got Ward hard again. He still wore his slacks. Why? Abby was naked. Why couldn't he be?

​     As he pulled his pants off, he said, "I'm thinking of taking a quick shower, too. Will that be all right? "

     "You keep asking me questions, and I don't want to give you any answers. All I...No. Don't go." She turned the shower water off. Ward took in his wife's naked body as she pulled the shower curtain away. "Get my towel."

      He pulled a clean towel off the rack to hand to her. The shower just turned off, water cascaded down her body. She kept her eyes closed as she waited for the majority of it to pool at her feet, then continue down the drain. Ward thought to close his eyes himself out of respect for Abby because she obviously did not want this to be a sex saturated moment, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Pale, flabby flesh went everywhere as Abby dried herself off while still standing in the tub. Ward didn't want to fuck his wife so much as he wanted to lovingly embrace her, hug his wife's fat, flabby flesh.

     On the other hand, who was he kidding? Of course, he wanted to fuck her.

     Damn, that broove was good!

​     They passed each other, Ward climbing into the shower, Abby getting out, and their hips grazed. Abby flushed, pulled away from him, but, then, impulsively, wildly, she grabbed him to kiss him full on the lips. They grabbed each other and kissed each other hard, swapping spit, and they ran their hands all over each other's naked bodies. Warm and damp from the shower, Abby felt, to Ward, as tender and soft as something just out of the oven.  

​     Ward's body was still sweaty from dancing.

     Abby pulled her mouth from Ward's as fear made her eyes quiver.

     "This isn't like us, Ward!" she cried. "Why can't I stop kissing you?"

     "We'll just stay here in our room until you feel comfortable about everything, okay?"

     "Oh Ward, I love you so much."

     "Kiss me, you mad, impetuous fool."

CONTINUE