Oh Darling, aren’t you elated that you have a whore for a wife?
Not long ago when I was in town I ran into one of our mutual friends, do you remember Malcolm? Rotund Malcolm?
Well, he hasn’t lost any weight. I suspect that he must be at least twenty stones. Anyway, we got chatting, and I discovered that he was at a loose end, having been off work for some reason or another, which to be honest, didn’t interest me.
I had this sudden urge to find out what it would be like to sit astride his enormous bulk and bounce up and down on his cock. Knowing that you’d love hearing about it next time we made love, I invited him over for coffee. He followed me home, parking openly in the drive. His car was an upmarket, new model, and he seemed immensely proud of it. Although it was a hot day, he wore a long sleeved shirt and a jacket with his jeans. I found it somewhat endearing but he was perspiring a great deal, so as soon as we got indoors, I went to the kitchen and fixed us both a cold drink.
Taking the pitcher and glasses out onto the patio where I’d directed him, I found him standing, staring at the garden daydreaming.
“Penny for them,” I said.
I know it wasn’t terribly original, but it seemed appropriate at the time.
“Oh, I was just wondering what it’d be like to fuck you,” he replied, quite unashamedly.
I must say that I was somewhat taken aback, I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was going to say because there hadn’t been an underlying atmosphere; nevertheless, it was the answer I’d hoped for.
“How lovely,” I said, “because I was considering the same about you. Would you like to come upstairs?”
Of course, he would.
My darling, I thought his massive body would break our lovely bed.
I swiftly stripped. Naked, I opened his fly and without further preamble, rolled on a condom (one of yours, darling) and lowered myself onto his cock. I actually couldn’t be arsed with foreplay, I simply felt like a fuck, and I knew he did too.
His cock was small, and his stomach was monumental, but he was very hard, so I rode him, bouncing away on top of him until he filled the rubber. I carefully lifted myself off, but the condom came away with me, spilling his seed all over our sheets, I didn’t wash them, darling; I knew you’d enjoy sleeping in dirty bed linen, so I left them for a few days.
Malcolm and I won’t repeat our little session; I could tell that he felt instantly guilty about Maureen as soon as he’d had his orgasm, (!) He couldn’t get out of the house quick enough, the wheels of his precious car messing up the gravel as he exited our drive. I must say that it’s a wonder the suspension hasn’t given way.
Silly sod.
Still, I’ll bet he fantasises about me every time he sweats his way to orgasm with Maureen.
And it’s another little story to add to our ever-growing collection.
It’s so liberating that you delight in my infidelity.