Paul and I finally have sharing the bathroom down to a fine science. When we first got together, being in the bathroom at the same time meant near disaster. I don't know why there are no multilimbed contractors out there building houses for multilimbed people! My dad is a 10-legged manipede and turning sharp corners for him can be tough! He also feels that stairs would have been easier to manage if they just changed the angle a little and always complains about toilets. And for those of us with six, eight or even a dozen arms some conveniences would be nice.

Paul and I installed twin sinks with three sets of faucets at each one. And we also have four hand held shower heads in the shower stall. (The normoid who moves in after we're gone will be so confused!) So now we can shave at the sinks side-by-side and we don't have to wait until one of us is finished in the shower before the other can get in and lather up and getting ready to start our day or go out at night or just washing up before going to Spider Joe's for dinner is much, much easier.  

But the thing about our bathroom that I like most of all is the shower door. It's sort of frosted and has little decorative divisions in it so that when someone is inside they look all surreal and dreamlike. Even a normoid would look like a multilimber behind this glass. So when Paul showers I like to stand at the sink and keep an eye on him behind the glass door. I start by washing my hands and face and while I'm doing that I reach for the hair gel and shave cream. Now, I don't have to pretend to watch Paul; certainly I could just turn around and enjoy the show. But when I do that and he's aware of it he perforns.

I prefer to watch him shower naturally.

He usually uses two shower heads and leaves a pair of hands free for soap and wash cloth. When he washes his hair he puts one head back so that he can have another pair free. Now, those of you who are multilegged and not multi-armed will never know the feeling of massaging your scalp, washing your pecs and abs and soaping up your cocks all at the same time. The feeling is wonderful enough, but standing at the mirror watching Paul is like seeing a ballet!

And, of course, our wonderful shower door makes it look like he has 12 arms and six cocks or six or eight manipede legs! And when he turns just right he seems to have two heads or eight pecs or sometimes three or four eyes! Beautiful! It's like a kaleidoscope of limbs and digits and organs, constantly changing... three dicks / nine dicks, five fingers / ten fingers, two nipples / six nipples. My dicks spring to attention as the faceted door creates the sexiest images. He rubs his glistening body, pausing to playfully braid his cocks and move a couple of shower heads over his pecs. He rinses off his legs and asses, lets the soapy water flow into his six or ten armpits and run down his delicious waists. The soap from his hair runs down his back in streams, flowing down his butt cracks and down the illusion of eight legs before eddying down the drain.

And then he opens our wonderful glass door, steps out and the illusion is shattered.  Luckily, the reality of Paul is stimulating enough. As he reaches for a towel he's quick to notice the creamy goo all over the mirror and smiles.