The kiss is over, and you come up for air, gasping. The tall guy grabs your hair at the back of your neck and pulls, making you tilt your head back. H... bends down and licks your exposed neck from your shoulder to your ear, while Mustache is still groping and squeezing your fat pussy mound. "You are going to come with us," - Tall whispers into your ear, - "we are going to fuck you, and you are going to do anything we want." Yes," - you moan, as the men's hands keep roaming over your body,. Jeff in particular seemed interested being the only single guy in the group. He asked how much Sharon and I spent on her lingerie and when I told her the number, his eyes popped out of his head. Sharon and I had known Jeff for maybe three years and looking back I often noticed at him checking her out. Respectfully of course but still my wife is hard to not notice when she dresses in mini skirts and tight tops. So two weeks pass I had forgotten all about the conversation when Sharon gets home. We changed positions and he wrapped his slim legs around me. His long dick left swipes of precum on his belly as his cock slipped from side to side like a windscreen wiper. I leaned in close to him, my shaft jamming the last inch of itself into his behind.“Squeeze me.” I said. He did squeeze and with pride and we remained there face to face, slowly fucking. “Are you going to kiss me?” I said. He needed permission but once given he french kissed me with unsuppressed gay passion. I found it. "We can’t do it. This is only a dream. If we did that…" I said and stopped. I knew you weren’t going to remember this but it didn’t hurt to try. "If we did that it would only hurt you. Because this is only a dream. None of this is real. If we were to have continued it would only have> hurt you." You frowned understanding my words. "I wish death had not taken me from you so soon." I said and began to walk away. I looked at the sky through the trees and saw the clear blue sky. I herd you follow.