He joined her in the shower.

My primitive lizard brain was conflicted between the desire to eat to stave off pangs of hunger and the urge to copulate as frequently as possible to increase the likelihood of impregnation. I was looking up and down between the second floor and the kitchen, undecided what to do. It was only when my neocortex, which control functions such as conscious thought and reasoning, suggested that I wasn't going to die of starvation if I missed a meal. That convinced my lizard brain and I ran up the stairs to follow the sounds of water in the master ensuite. I anxiously stripped off my clothes and was fully naked by the time I reached the shower.

"Hi, Catherine," I greeted her with a raging erection.

"Hello, Michael," she smiled at my cock while I closed the glass shower door behind me. "You caught me just in time!"

"I don't need to shower," I grinned as I grabbed her arm to spin her around to face a tiled wall and bent her forward. "But I need to fuck you... NOW!"

Catherine instinctively held onto one of the grab bars when she felt my hands part her asscheeks apart so my dick could have unobstructed access to her snatch. She let out a very unlady-like grunt when I shoved the entire length of my shaft deep into her hot, velvety tunnel.

Gripping her wide hips for support, I started thrusting away. As great as it was to live out every heterosexual man's fantasy fucking two beautiful women at the same time, it was a nice reprieve to have just one pussy to fuck without the added anxiety of trying to please (and knock up) two women.

"Oh yes, Michael!" the blonde former model repeated as my loins viciously slapped against her ass. I slid my hands from her hips to her thin waist to her small of her back before reaching down to grab handfuls of her large swinging tits. I pinched her sensitive erect nipples and that pushed her over the edge. Her orgasmic screams echoed in the glass shower stall.

I stopped thrusting long enough to savor the sensation of her hot cunt spasming around my thick shaft. When her orgasm subsided, I turned off the water and grabbed one of her long legs to swing it up and hook it on my shoulder — it was obvious that she did yoga with the ease of the standing split without complaint.

"Fuck me, Michael!" she growled with lust in her hazel eyes.

"Yeah," I grunted, barely comprehending her words, while I resumed pistoning my cock in and out of her frothing pussy.

"OOOoooh God yes..." Catherine moaned as she started to climax again.

I stared at her gorgeous face, twisted with pleasurable pain as I continued to pound away at her spasming cunt, and thought to myself that her ex-husband was a fucking idiot. What man in his right mind would fuck another woman when he was married to a blonde goddess like her?

She was still shivering from her last orgasm and I noticed that her knee was buckling, so I stopped thrusting to open the shower stall door and, holding onto her waist, I guided both of us out of the shower with my cock still deeply embedded in her. With prior experience, I grabbed a towel and threw it on the floor before helping Catherine down on her hands and knees.

"Oh my God, Michael, you're still not done fucking me?" she gasped, looking over her shoulder while I knelt behind her.

"Not until I knock you up!" I chuckled and resumed pounding her pussy. When she came again a couple minutes later, she collapsed face first down on the towel. I squatted over her upturn ass and drove my cock deeper into her frothing cunt. Catherine screamed into the towel as I brought her from one orgasm to the next.

As much as I would have loved to keep fucking her for hours I did have a limit to my sexual stamina, I needed to cum and when I finally did I let out a glorious roar as I pumped several loads of semen into her womb. It definitely made up for the hump day at work and the traffic jam!