Derek truly enjoyed his work. For ten hours a day, six days a week, he baked donuts for a local bakery, and his enthusiasm for his work was unparalleled. Each morning, he strolled into his place of business at 5am with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. None of the other bakers could understand the level of satisfaction he garnered from his job, particularly one as menial as this. But what none of them knew that Derek had a little secret—one that each would have killed to hold as his own.
He was a pretty creative guy. Although his work was repetitive, the wheels in his head were always spinning. He kneaded, rolled, powdered, sprinkled, basted, and baked his entire working life. So after twenty-plus years on the job, he needed something to divert his attention. Lucky for him he had both an active imagination and a super-hot wife at home, eagerly awaiting his afternoon arrival.
Derek pulled his van into the driveway and clicked on the parking brake. After stepping out of the cabin and pushing the door shut, he adjusted his chef's hat on his head and patted at his bakers smock to free some of the loose powder and dough from it before entering his home. He leisurely navigated his walkway while shamelessly grabbing at his semi-erect cock through his loosely fitting scrubs. He pressed at the base of his pelvis and made an adjustment right above his balls before walking through his front door.
Upon entering, he found his wife Jackie in the kitchen standing over the sink in her bathrobe, wearing a pair of rubber gloves, steadily soaping the last of a full rack of dishes. Immediately, he went to work.
Derek came up behind her and pressed his lips on the side of her neck, right below her ear while laying two meaty paws on her large, but firm and perky, breasts, and whispered, "Time to make the donuts," lightly in her ear.
Jackie abruptly stopped what she was doing, and pulled each glove off as Derek grabbed her waist and flipped her around to face him. His cock was now fully erect underneath his scrubs and was pressing into Jackie's exposed navel. Playtime had just begun.
He wasted no time running his tongue from her lips, down her chin and throat, towards her cleavage as he began fingering her clit. Jackie moaned at the sensation of his tongue on her breasts and his fingers all over her box. As he worked his tongue down her navel and torso towards her eager pussy, she grabbed at the back of his balding head and knocked his euro style chef hat to the floor as a puff of flower diffused into the air when it landed on the hard tiles below. "That's it, you fat doughboy!" she said as Derek began tonging her clit. "Taste my sweet nectar!"
As she grabbed at the back of his head and forced his face into her twat, he grunted in satisfaction while continuing his work, and squeezed her breasts with his hands. That just got her hornier and further stiffened his erection under his scrubs. He worked his tongue into her twat as far as it would go and squeezed her breasts hard, as Jackie continued to moan in ecstasy. It didn't take long for her to begin to tremble and thrash about, and as she came, she expelled some of her juices onto Derek's chin. "Mmmm," he sighed as he lapped at her glistening slit while savoring every last drop. He then got back to his feet and announced, "Sweeter than honey, bunny."
