<br/>Jake was a master at finding the nuances of a lover’s desires.  He’d noted early on the sensitivity of her breasts and would sometimes bring her to orgasm just by deliciously torturing them.  This morning he did the same.  Her grip on the shower’s bar increased as her head reared back.<br/><br/>A throaty moan emanated from her lips and echoed in the shower as she came.  Her hips bucked of their own accord, as an invitation to her husband to continue the motions.  Hitting all the right places with his thick cock, Jazz was feeling the onslaught of another crest of sensations.  He often was able to give her multiple orgasms.  She sometimes teased him about his<em> very special, hidden, artistic talents. </em><br/>