"How long have you been gay John?" Always. My heart sank when I heard that it worked out with Jake today." he responded."Well then, the more the merri...r I always say!" I cheerfully said. At this point John was just in his jeans, no shoes or socks, no shirt. Sexy. I got onto my knees and fiddled with the zipper, finally managing to pull his pants down. When I got to his boxers, I could tell his dick was begging to get released. His dick was nowhere near as thick as Jake's but I loved it. Jake. But I'm going to bring lovers home regularly,and I don't plan to be discreet about it. Everyone in town - the people atwork, the people at the country club, everyone - will know that I've hadto resort to becoming a slut because your tiny dick couldn't satisfy me." You won't really do that. You'd be a social pariah!" I said."You think so? Think about how I've been dressing for the past year. Youthink all the other women don't already hate me when they see theirhusbands panting after me? I just. ‘Oh god,’ was my response. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My imagination had run wild and I was feeling his arms around me. ‘All day, 24 hours in bed. Yippee,’ he wrote. ‘My fav,’ I wrote. In truth it was my favourite way to spend a day. ‘Same here. Just pure enjoyment and pleasure,’ he responded. ‘I like to sleep naked from the waist down so you don’t have to fumble with panties in the night. Going for a nap now. Maybe some “play” time. Not sure how much energy I have left.’ His response. Emma sucked on my cock like a pro.I could hear her breathing through her nose as she slipped my cock half way out, only to sink back down on it fully. She stayed for a further minute in that position; twisting her throat and face across my groin in order to caress my cock. Emma’s throat muscles were second to none. I had never experienced a blow job as good as that in my entire life. I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel the need to hold Emma tightly. My hand eventually parked itself on.