Five Years Later

I stand in the bathroom with my hands pressed to the shower glass. It's fogged up, but not so much that I can't see my wife inside. Naked and dripping wet and five months pregnant. As she rinses the shampoo from her hair, suds run down her swollen tits in rivulets, over the swell of her belly, vanishing into the folds of her perfect pussy below.

My dick is hard as nails, obviously. Swear to Christ, I've had an erection for five straight years. This girl who I married has me ...