Fashionably Late
by Heidi Champa

‘Do these pants make me look fat?’

I heard him sigh from across the room. I couldn’t help asking. Even though I knew he hated it, I asked anyway. Nothing I had tried on was working for me. I unzipped the pants before he even answered me and threw them into the pile of discarded clothes. He turned around and looked at me, his hands frozen on the buttons of his shirt.

‘You aren’t serious, Sarah, are you? How many times have I told you to stop doing that? You look great. Put on those black pants that you had on first and let’s go downstairs. The guests will be arriving any minute.’

I looked at myself in the mirror. James was just trying to placate me. I slid my hands over my thick thighs and hips. Even in the black pants, my most flattering pair, my lumps and bumps were clearly visible. He was being kind, because he loved me. And, of course, he still looked amazing after all these years. I, on the other hand, had slowly packed on the pounds. Despite my best efforts, the extra weight was impossible to hide. James caught me staring at my flaws in the mirror and walked towards me. His eyes shone with a mix of frustration and anger. I hadn’t seen that look in a while.

‘Stop it, Sarah. Stop tearing yourself down. I’m not going to let you do this any more. What is it going to take to make you believe that you are beautiful?’

I just shook my head at his nice words. He may have thought of me as beautiful, but I didn’t. I tried to turn back to the mirror, but James stopped me.

‘I see I’m going to have to get tough with you. Maybe you need to be punished for being so mean to yourself. Is that what you want, Sarah? Do you want me to punish you?’

Before I could answer, James pulled me to him. His body pressed me into the old wooden door, the mirror cool on my back. His knee settled between my legs, pushing up between my thighs. I could feel his hard cock resting against my belly, his breath hot in my ear. James slid his tongue over my neck, capturing my earlobe in his hot mouth. He flicked open my bra, rubbing his hands roughly over my full breasts. He certainly loved my new, bigger tits. Honestly, so did I. It was the only perk of weight gain.

All I was left wearing now was my new, bigger version of sexy panties. I hated them, but he loved the black, silky French-cut briefs as much as he loved my tiny thongs from our college days. Before I realised it, I was lying on the bed.

James undid his tie, the one I had given him three years before for his birthday. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them towards the wrought-iron bed frame. I didn’t resist him. I couldn’t have. He tied my hands tightly to the cool metal, his face hovering close to mine. He was close enough to kiss, his lips almost grazing my skin. But, as I struggled to reach his lips, he pulled back with a sly smile. His fingers grazed over my skin, lazily tracing over my soft stomach and breasts. My skin was responding to his touch, just like always. But, the edge in his eyes, the tough exterior he put on, was making me crazy. I could feel my pussy growing wetter as I awaited my fate. I made one last effort to kiss him, but he just laughed.

‘I don’t think so. I told you. This is your punishment. I’m going to make you see how beautiful you are. You need to be taught a lesson. So, you are going to stay here and think about what you did. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.’

With that, he turned and walked out of the door, locking it behind him. As I struggled against the silk, I felt my pussy tighten. A fresh wash of moisture coated my lips. The cool air from the old, drafty window caressed me, causing my nipples to harden. I heard the doorbell ring, our first guests arriving to our party. Lord knows what James would tell them about where I was. All I could do was wait for him to come back and untie me. A few minutes turned into half an hour. I could tell the party was in full swing. The voices were growing louder, the music had begun and I was beginning to wonder what kind of punishment this was.

I knew that James meant well, and that it was wrong to hate myself for my weight. But, I never realised how much it bothered him. He would roll his eyes at me when I would lament how fat I was, and no matter how much he reassured me, I still felt ugly. Especially when I saw him talking to more attractive women. I could just see him downstairs right now, flirting with his hot co-workers and fawning over our new, sexy neighbour. I was starting to get angry, but it did nothing to quell the heat between my legs.

I was beginning to think James was never coming back. It was growing more and more uncomfortable in the room. I was cold; my toes and fingers were completely numb. Despite my restless pussy, all I could think about at the moment was the nice hot tea I could get downstairs. The party sounded like it was dying down. I had no idea how much time had passed. I heard the door lock click, and saw James enter the room. My whole body relaxed as he approached the bed. He sat down next to me, the mattress bowing under his weight.

‘Don’t worry, I told everyone you had to go to your mother’s. Last-minute emergency. Everyone sends their love. So did you miss me?’

As he asked the question, his fingers traced over my stomach, teasing down to my pussy. I was sure he could feel the heat there without even touching me. He kept going, sliding a single finger between my slick lips, stopping just above my clit.

‘What do you think, James? I’m cold. And, I’m tired. Are you going to untie me or what?’

‘Not until you tell me what I want to hear.’

I opened my mouth to tell him where he could shove his punishment, but he covered my lips with his, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth. His finger left my cunt and moved up to my hard nipples. He moistened each one with his damp finger, the cool air making them even harder.

‘So, are you ready to say it yet, Sarah?’

‘Say what?’

‘That you are a beautiful woman. And, I want you to promise me you won’t put yourself down any more. Your body is amazing. I’m going to prove it to you tonight.’

‘I promise, Jake. I promise. Now untie me.’

As I answered, he sucked one taut nipple into his mouth. The heat was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the cool room. He sucked hard, grazing his teeth over my hard flesh without actually biting down. He toyed with the other nipple, his fingers teasing while his mouth tortured. I bucked my hips towards him, inviting him to touch me. But, he ignored my silent pleas and continued his lazy teasing of my nipples.

He got up from the bed to shed his shirt and pants. I watched as he stood naked, his cock rising in the darkness. I was desperate to have him, and he knew it. He was going to make me wait. He sat down again, his hip resting next to mine. I waited for his next move, but he just looked at me, devouring me with his eyes.

‘Is that all you have to say?’

‘I told you, I promise. Now let me go.’

‘There was more. You are beautiful, and I want to hear you say it.’

His finger slid over my wet lips, then all the way inside me, his palm rubbing gently over my hard clit. I tried to rub myself against him harder, but he kept pulling away from me. I moaned in disappointment as he smiled, enjoying my plight.

‘I want to hear you admit it. Admit you are a beautiful woman, no matter what size you are. I love you, Sarah. And, I think you are the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.’

I couldn’t answer. I was too focused on his finger teasing me, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks.

‘Come on, Sarah, say it.’

His one finger became two, pressing me open further. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut against the sensations.

‘Open your eyes, Sarah. Look at me.’

I did as he asked, staring up into his blue eyes. Even in the dark, they were sparkling. He pulled his fingers from my cunt and brought them to my mouth, making me suck them clean. It had been so long since I tasted myself. It made me even hotter.

‘Say it, Sarah.’

‘James, enough. I need you to fuck me, I can’t wait any more. I want it.’

‘Not good enough. But, it’s a start.’

He got up and moved down the bed. He pushed my thighs wide apart, and settled between them. He opened my pussy, letting the cool air hit me. I shivered, both from the cold and the feel of his fingers on me. I felt his tongue slide up and down over my wet slit. His teasing strokes avoided my clit each time, despite my efforts to move him closer with my hips. He stayed one step ahead of me, making all my squirming worthless. Finally, he took pity on me and wrapped his lips around my clit. He sucked hard, drawing it into his mouth. His fingers were back in my cunt, working in a steady rhythm with his tongue. I was practically weeping from the pleasure, my body unable to take much more. The noises from my throat were foreign even to my ears; the sounds of pure need.

‘Say it, Sarah.’

‘OK. I’m beautiful. And, I look good just the way I am. Now fuck me, please, fuck me, James.’

He moved up next to me again, letting my hands free from their bondage. I reached out for him, but he took my hands between his, rubbing them to warm them up. He moved over me, pressing my hands back to the mattress. I could feel his cock right against my wet pussy. I tried to move him inside me, but again he evaded my every move.

‘Fuck me. Please, fuck me, James. Fuck your beautiful wife right now.’

His smile disappeared and his hands released mine. I don’t know where the condom came from, or how he got it on so quickly, but the next thing I felt was his cock, teasing me open. Slowly, so damned slowly, he slid inside me. I couldn’t do anything but feel him, nothing else was getting through. All my senses were concentrated on his cock going into my cunt. I was babbling as he fucked me, my legs wrapping around his body. I was moving with him, letting him take me, my body offering up no resistance. I knew I wouldn’t last very long; my body was so overloaded with sensation. With every slow, deliberate thrust, I could feel myself rushing closer and closer to orgasm. James grunted in my ear, his own pleasure evident. I felt full, stretched; my whole body felt like it was pushed to its limit. James swivelled his hips, grinding my clit against him before thrusting into me harder and deeper.

‘Come for me, Sarah. I want you to come.’

Everything started breaking away, my mind falling to pieces as my body tightened under his weight. My pussy started to quake, pleasure bordering on pain shooting all through my body. I felt like I was being pulled apart by the joy of it all, his cock drawing every last ounce of feeling out of my body. I couldn’t think or breathe. All I could do was come. It seemed like it would never stop, wave after wave crashing over me until I felt James drive into me harder, matching my climax with his own. It was so perfect, so sublime; I could hardly believe it was real.

Reality was slow to return. James rolled from my body and lay next to me, his strong arms refusing to let me go.

‘So, my beautiful wife, did you learn your lesson?’

‘I think so, but you never know. I might just need some more persuasion. After all, did you see my ass in those blue pants?’