The party goes upstairs.

"I must admit that I was anxiously looking forward to your housewarming party," Corrine said while we walked up the stairs to our master bedroom.

"Me too!" Stephanie agreed.

Amy nodded.

"Why's that?" I asked, feigning ignorance when I already knew what they meant, having earlier overheard Corrine and Stephanie reminiscing with my wife about the six-way orgy we had after our high school reunion.

"I think the girls enjoyed the afterparty at Talia's place six months ago," Elizabeth explained, opening the door to the master bedroom. Our bedroom, with my wife's huge walk-in closet and the large bathroom, was probably almost as big as Talia's small one-bedroom apartment. There was more than enough space for the five girls and I to get cozy and intimate.

"I hope we get to see each other more often," Talia sighed, looking at the king-size wrought iron four-poster bed. After myself, she was probably the next person who enjoyed making out with our busty friends.

"Well, we just have to talk Corrine and Stephanie into leaving LA and move back here," I smirked.

The two blondes looked at each other for a moment before giggling but didn't reply either a yes or a no. I don't think I could handle all five girls on a regular basis -- trying to get both Talia and my wife pregnant would be second job onto itself!

"Let's take a shower first before we do any persuading," Elizabeth suggested as she started unbuttoning her blouse. After the special reunion party at Talia's, my wife was no longer the timid, mousy girl I knew and fell in love in high school but finally as sexually liberated woman. This time there was no hesitation on anyone's part to strip. Clothes were flung off as we rushed to head to the shower.

"Wow! All six of us can actually fit in there!" Talia whistled, checking out the frameless glass shower.

One of the things I looked for when Elizabeth and I were house hunting was a large shower -- if I was going to be in lovefest with my wife and our closest female friends, I was going to make sure there was enough space for all of us to shower together. We actually didn't really shower but it was more of an excuse for all of us to get naked and explore each other wet bodies -- lips kissed lips, tongues licked nipples, hands cupped breasts, and fingers caressed pussies. The girls took turns stroking my veiny shaft or kneeling in front of me to swallow my cock.

"Okay. Okay, please stop," I protested, not wanting to cum yet as much as I would love to spray my seed all over their big tits. "I need to fuck someone now!"

The girls giggled at their handiwork of getting me riled up.

We had the entire weekend -- Corrine and Stephanie were heading back to LA Monday morning -- for the six of us to intimately catch up so there was no real rush for me to bang each girl as quickly as possible. Besides, they were more than willing to occupy themselves with each other while I was preoccupied with one of them. Now we had to deal with the same problem we always faced every time we had our six-way orgies -- who should I start our special after party with?