Steamy shower sex.

Long before we decided to try to get pregnant, Elizabeth and I made sure our home and its furnishings was safe and sturdy for all the sex we were going to have around the house. The master bedroom's ensuite bathroom was no exception -- after my beautiful friends and I somehow managed to squeeze all of us in Talia's small tub-shower, we made sure when we were house shopping that the shower stall was big enough to comfortably fit six people. The shower had grab bars, folding wooden shower seats, and a bamboo non-slip shower floor mat.

The three of us slowly made our way from the kitchen to the master bedroom -- we were exchanging kisses while I fondle the girls' tits and they played with my cock and balls. However, once we got into the shower and the water was spraying our naked bodies, we were animals in heat. We explored each other's bodies with kisses, fingers, and body wash with a vibrating loofah sponge.

"Let's make sure Ian's cock is thoroughly clean!" Talia suggested before kneeling down in front of me. I leaned back against the glass wall and looked down to see my wife join her. The girls took turns running their tongue along the length of the underside of my granite-hard shaft while the other sucked on my balls.

I let out a loud groan, trying not to cum right there and then, when Elizabeth took my cock into her mouth. I held on to the back of her head as she bobbed up and down. After seven years of marriage, she knew how to give amazing head -- she licked, sucked, kissed, and stroked my long, thick cock while moaning loudly about how much she loved it.

"Honey, slow down or I'll cum in your mouth..." It was as much of a warning as a compliment of how good her blowjobs were.

"Maybe you should," she giggled and gave the tip of my cock a playful swirl of her tongue.