"How'd a wimp like Joey get a hot body like you, Chloe," Derrick asked off handedly. "Maybe 'cause you didn't ask," I kidded. When we pulled into ...he driveway where Derrick lived, I was definitely impressed. It was a magnificent Tudor style house with a large, manicured lawn and lush gardens lit by soft yellow lighting that lent the entire landscape a soft, romantic appeal. "God, Derrick, this is beautiful." "So are you, babe," he said, pulling me closer to him and bending down to kiss. After that he had been with a few other guys but had never reciprocated and he had no desire to do so.That exchange got my wife thinking and fantasizing about watching Daryl and another guy and the easiest guy to get was me.Daryl held my head and fucked my mouth. His big hard cock slid down my throat as my own skinny dick grew achingly hard. I surrendered to urges I had never known. My hands ran up his muscular legs as his cock pumped into my mouth like it was my wife's warm wet cunt. I grabbed. If I had an engine, it would have revved. His lips nibbled at my ear and tears almost sprang to my eyes. I wished I could just lie down on the floor, put up my legs and let him root around to his heart’s content (and mine). I became flushed and dizzy, unsure of where my feet were. Dave's fingertip began to trace the curves on my dress. I shuddered a breath in and out. I wanted to murmur sweet nothings in his ear, to give him a taste of the painful anticipation I was riding--, but I could not. I think I'd kinda like that… It really did feel good last time. Maybe I can even get it why he wants me to fuck his ass. And he is a little right, I guess, it'd just be like fucking a girl. Only now he gets something in return. Is it selfish of me not to want that? Milan paces up again, probably noticing I'm close. I can literally feels my balls cramping as I try to hold it in. I can't anymore, a little moan from Milan pushes me over the edge. And again, he swallows it all. I lay back panting.