Green Acres . . . of Sex

She beat him inside, and the water was running by the time he got to their room. “Ooh, COLD!” Came a cute squeal from the bathroom.

He nickered, “You need me to warm it up, Precious?”

“Oh, I think the two of us can defiantly warm things up in here,” She was able to keep a straight face for a full two seconds before breaking into a snicker, “Okay, so I stink at dirty talk. Just get in here you fool.”

Fortunately, the stall was more than spacious enough for the two of them, as he stepped over the lip to join her under the now warm spray. He gave his still grinning spouse a deep kiss, and reached for the showerhead’s arm to make sure she was thoroughly soaked. It was the common model, the nozzle aimed straight down, with a track extending half the length of the stall. Sliding back and forth with a handle near knee height. After the workday the two of them had, having a helping set of hooves to get clean would certainly be a boon. Dispensing a generous dollop of the, of course, apple scented shampoo, they traded spots so the spray wouldn’t wash away the lather before he was done.

He began with her mane, removing the scrunchy that she had used to put it into a bun today. Foresight making her forgo the styled coiffure she normally favored. ‘At least I won’t have to fight the manespray,’ He thought as he massaged the lather through her hair.

He loaded up the loofa and started to scrub down her face. Taking advantage of her closed eyes, when he rinsed the shampoo off, to steal a kiss. Slowly, and thoroughly he washed her pale coat. Taking the advantage of the heat, and the slickness of the soap to provide and impromptu massage in the process. As he gently cleaned the underside of her barrel, he could tell that the both of them were enjoying themselves from the sighs allowed to escape.

After working his way down all four of her hooves, he rinsed out the loofa and finished her coat by polishing her Cutie Mark. Those three orange slices attracted every eye, but were saved for him alone. Then it was time for her tail. Again he loaded up his hoof with shampoo, then started with the tip of her tail and began to work his way up. Every gentle pull he made as he scrubbed the tangerine hairs subtly pulled at their roots, and he was rewarded for his labors by seeing his wife’s dock slowly rise.

He adored being able to cause this kind of reaction in her. That by a simple cleaning, he could raise her tail. Being able to tease each other into a frenzy went back to their courtship, and of course, Public Displays of Affections were gauche in Society, so they had made a game of it. Subtle brushes against each other, a ‘casual’ breath into an ear, they perfected the art of public foreplay, and had never been called on it. The thrill of raising each other’s heat, in full view of everyone just added to the fun.

Eventually he reached the base of her tail, and finished cleaning her now fully raised dock. Then he reached for the showerhead and began rinsing off her lathered body, smiling all the way. After finishing he announced, “As you said, if I would groom your coat, you would groom mine.”

He admired the expression of pleased frustration on her face, “As I said,” She smirked, slapping his chest with her wet tail as she took the showerhead to soak him down.

She started with his tail, he playfully flicked her lightly in retaliation for her swipe as she worked out the accumulation of the day’s work. Grinning, she nipped him on his croup as she rinsed out the shampoo, and began to work the soapy loofa across his back. “Ahhh mmmm,” He sighed. This was wonderful.

As Valencia worked the sweat and grime out of his coat, he could feel the tension melt out of his sore back. The day had taken its toll on him, and this was the perfect way to unwind. Under his wife’s gentle ministrations the weight of the day’s toil melted away, and he closed his eyes.

He jumped as she took advantage of his dropped guard and nipped the base of his ear. His grin erupted across his muzzle as she returned to cleaning his legs, she was always surprising him. She took particular care to clean his fetlock, and he could not repress the shiver despite the still hot spray from above. How many times had she slyly glided her hoof along that secret sensitive spot at a party.

Valencia switched gears on him again by moving from his hind legs to shampooing his mane. As she worked the lather into his green hair, she worked it down his muzzle purposefully. He had to close his eyes as his entire head became coated in perfumed foam. She softly rubbed the base of his ears before backing off, ‘Where is she now,’ he wondered, as the scent from the lather keeping him from tracking her by scent.

Again she got a jump out of him. The sliding of her hoof against the inside of his hind leg was unexpected. The soothing nature of her touch was at odds with the feelings she was producing in him. As she moved upwards, brushing across the nubs of his small nipples, he began to drop out of his sheath with a small groan.

Still keeping up the pretense of the shower, he felt the loofa work against the underside of his barrel. This was torture, he could not see or smell what was going on, and his sense of touch was going into overdrive. He loved it.

She never touched him as he stiffened, though he could feel the heat of her hoof as she stroked the loofa back and forth against his belly. So close, but so far away. The tension she was building in him was excruciating. She finally broke him when he felt her broad, soft tongue wrap around him, just ahead of his sheath. Drawing her tongue and lips slowly down his *shaft*, she milked the last lingering vestiges of softness from him.

“Now, let us get you rinsed off,” She said as she pulled away just before meeting his flare.

He could not restrain his groan at the glorious tease she had just given him. She was good. He allowed himself to enjoy the last of the shower as Valencia removed the lather from his mane and head. Once he could safely open his eyes, he saw the evil grin on her face that he had known was there the entire time.

“You know, you are very good at being bad, my Dearest,” he admonished before kissing her passionately.

Her grin widened, “You would know, you were the one who taught me, after all.”

They bantered playfully as they toweled each other off and headed out of the bathroom. She led the way again, her dock still raised high, flicking her tail back and forth to waft her scent to him. She knew what was coming as she lay her forelegs and chest on the bed, still standing with her hinds. Now he was the one to nip at her, playfully nibbling her cutie mark as she groaned with pleasure.

Putting his knees on either side of her, he began to walk slowly forward until his heat met hers. He grabbed her withers with his teeth the way he knew she loved and entered her.

Teasing himself more than her with how slowly he made the initial penetration. Goddess, how he had missed being with her, it had been almost a month since the last time they had made love. But now was not the time to think about that, now was just for the two of them.

He finally bottomed out, feeling his mare grasp him inside her. Her winey of pleasure was unrestrained here, where they had no need to worry about what the neighbors would think. As he began to thrust, she kept up her internal grip on him. Trying to pull him back every time he began to withdraw. As the waves of pleasure spiraled through him, he had to keep himself from speeding up. This felt too amazing for him to allow it to end quickly.

Instead, he began to vary his motions. He shortened his thrusts, gradually back out of her. Then, just before he pulled out, he went as deep as he could in a single quick thrust. Feeling his flare run the full length of her at speed, he bent his head back and let go a long groan at the sensation, matching his wife’s gasp of ecstasy.

He was able to keep this pattern up for a while, but gradually he felt the pressure inside him building. Just in time Valencia began the shuddering that he knew preceded her own release. With this signal he gave up any pretense to pacing himself, and began to pound away. As fast and as hard as he could, over and over into her velvet folds. As her orgasm crested, the walls around him spasmed and he allowed himself to let go inside her. Her muscles were quivering around him, making it all the more intense for him, Valencia’s moans of abandon louder than his. Until, with a huge sigh he crested the peak.

He reluctantly separated from his mate, and went to collapse on the bed next to her to catch his breath. His head next to hers, they both tried to regain their strength, but for the moment, a shared satisfied smile was all they could manage. And that was enough.