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breasts harder against the wall, pushing her ass out, bending her knees just a little to make more room for whatever fantasy man might be watching her. She imagined he could see everything, her pussy open and dripping, a blatant invitation to the cock that might want to slip into her tight, wet hole.
    Rebecca pressed her hand against her pussy and rocked. She bit her lip to hold in the long, low moan. The adrenaline of the night was now heading in a decidedly more sensual direction, and she let all the emotion flood her, let it turn into passion as she rode her own hand under the dual showerheads. She slipped two fingers into her cunt and imagined the fantasy man behind her, watching as her fingers disappeared inside her, maybe moaning his own pleasure as he stroked his hard cock. She slid her fingers out, stretching her pussy for his gaze, inviting him to put something of his own in there.
    Her fingertips danced across her clit as she imagined that fantasy man moving up behind her, slowly, giving her time to move away if she was so inclined. She imagined his tongue on the back of her neck, tasting the water that ran from her skin. She could almost feel him placing his hands on her hips, holding the swell of them, and pressing the head of his hard dick against her opening.
    He would slide in slowly at first, testing her acquiescence, but soon he would be overcome by how slick and hot she was. He would start slow and gradually move harder, faster, until he was almost ramming her, lifting her feet from the floor with his thrusts, making her struggle for balance as he began to ride her.
    With a quiet groan, she pushed two fingers into her pussy. As she pulled them out, she stroked her clit, then pushed them back in. She kept it up until she was panting and trembling. The water slid down her body and she imagined it was the gaze of her mystery lover, watching everything she did, every move she made. She envisioned him waiting, holding back, and finally feeling those first contractions of her pussy around him, announcing that she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure she deserved.
    She imagined the spurt of his cream, so much hotter than her own wetness, and that was the final edge of fantasy it took to make her come. She bit her lip at the last moment to keep from screaming out her pleasure as the orgasm swept over her, reducing her to whimpers and moans.
    Her knees gave way and she slid to the floor of the shower. Her body thrummed with pleasure. It was enhanced by the adrenaline of the evening, strong enough to make her gasp for breath. She burst into laughter, her mouth muffled by her hand, trying to keep quiet, mindful of the man who was somewhere in the house with her.
    She had never felt so alive.
    When the pleasure and laughter were finally over, she was utterly exhausted. But there was still one other thing she had to do before she crawled into bed.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Upstairs in the room above Rebecca, Richard stared at the shadows on the ceiling. It was strange to have someone in his house again, especially a woman. He hadn’t had a woman around in at least three years, since the day Amanda had claimed she needed to find herself and had taken off for parts unknown. He had stopped wondering about a year ago, when another Christmas had gone by and he was alone, without even a card from his wife arriving in his mailbox.
    Lately he wondered if she was really still his wife, or if there was some precedent that ended a marriage when someone just upped and disappeared.
    He had read about divorce on the basis of abandonment, and more and more the thought had crept into his mind. He hadn’t pursued it yet for a variety of reasons. He still loved her, for one, and it was very hard to contemplate divorcing a wife he still loved.
    Secondly, he didn’t know how to go about it—what would he say to an attorney?
    Most of all, his very traditional family didn’t believe in divorce, and slyly questioned why