I must have dozed off for a time, because I never heard you return. Never felt you move onto the bed to lay beside me. Too sleepy in my haze to open m... eyes. I run my tongue over my lips as they form a knowing smile of anticipation. I feel your breath, so soft like a warm, gentle breeze on my skin. You reach up your hand laying it softly on my cheek. Your thumb moving so sensuously back and forth. You move it down and softly trace the fullness of my lips. A deep, low sigh escapes my soul. I. The sex is still good but she’s starting to get fat. Our sex life is pretty vanilla. Oral and pussy fucking that’s it , no anal! She has the perfect ass for fucking but she says I’m too big. My cock is 10” fat like a red bull can. I’m a big guy, I got a big cock! 3 years later Laura is a cow, I don’t fuck her at all . She’s lazy and wants the government to pay for everything, a typical liberal. (No offense) the relationship is rocky. Ray is a fucking sissy, like really. He’s transgender,. I was so glad he didn’t seen the heel marks that my shoes had left on his polished table top. We all left the room. I went back to where the drinks were and poured myself a strong one. I was shaking, partly due to almost being found out, but mainly because I couldn’t get the wonderful thought out of my mind about how it felt to be, well, felt-up by 8 men at once. If I’d felt horny before, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. The problem is that one orgasm, as you know, if never enough. Fair enough I thought, so I told him to call me when he knew what the plan was. About 2 hours later, he called and said they were working at the shop (side business they have) late and I was welcome to come up there if I was bored....which I did. The evening went on as normal. We cleaned and straightened and wrapped up a project they had going on. When we looked up, it was after midnight and we all decided to sit down and relax in the office chairs they had set up. I sat in the middle, he sat.