She eyed herself critically in the mirror, never understanding fully why he loved the parts of her that she hated but still marvelling at how sexy he could make her feel. Her short dark hair, round face, double chin and bright eyes sparkling back at her, a slight hint of the inner mischief showing.
Her eyes travelled down her body, her 44DD breasts encased in the bra of the expensive set he had bought her, bright scarlet and black, sensual and lacy. Moving down further, over her size 20 frame to the panties, she grimaced at the sight, wishing she were half her size. She looked further down to her thighs and calves below.
They had been lovers on and off for 10 years, he had always made a point of telling her how sexy she was, something her husband of 6 years skimmed over, almost saying but never quite getting there. Wrapping herself in her robe, she sat down and waited, watching the clock and counting down, their time together precious as always, both having to go back to real life, real time and real families.
Watching the hands go past the hour, he was late once more, his job in banking holding him when she knew he would rather be anywhere but there. She jumped as the bell rang, cursing herself for doing so, her heart beating fast in anticipation. Doubting herself as she always did, wondering if this week, he would not like what he saw, finally, after 10 years.
She opened the door and he stood there smiling.
"Hello Beautiful" he said.
Her heart slowed down and she smiled and relaxed.
"Hello Honey," she replied, moving aside to let him in.
The door shut behind him and they stood in the hallway facing each other, his bright blue eyes watching her grey ones. Putting down his bag, he stood up straight and leaned forward, his hand moving to the front of her robe, undoing it and sliding his hands inside, resting them on her wide hips as he moved in and kissed her, passionately, deeply, her arms wrapping around his waist and neck, losing herself in the smell and need of him.
His arms slid around her and grabbed her full, round ass. Kneading it like over ripe dough, causing her to pull away giggling.
"Damnit woman I love your ass," he smiled, grabbing it once again for good measure.
"You don't say?" she replied with a touch of sarcasm as she turned away and moved towards the living room.
Taking off his jacket he followed her, watching her ass sliding under the loose robe, unable to stop himself leaning forward and grabbing another handful.
"Stoppit," she yelped laughing, "or you will never get your coffee."
He pulled his hand away as she walked through the kitchen, but grabbed a handful of robe as she continued to move forward. Her arms moved back and she let the robe fall from her shoulders to the floor.
Continuing into the kitchen in her bra and panties, she switched on the kettle, moving around, the actions automatic, her mind just ticking over. She did not hear him come down the steps into the kitchen and she jumped slightly, smiling as his arms slid around her waist, bending to kiss the back of her neck, moving around to nibble on her ears and shoulders.
She stopped what she was doing, unable to move as her sensitive neck and shoulders succumbed to his attentions, a small moan leaving her and her body quivering.
"You will never get your coffee," she whispered breathlessly, her head going down to expose more of her neck.
"Sod the coffee," he replied, moving from her ears and shoulders to her neck, his breath making her shiver even more, her body starting to need.
He took her hand and led her to the living room, towards the couch, while with his free hand, he started to undo his tie. Stopping in front of the couch, he turned and leaned down, planting kisses on her exposed throat and bra-encased breasts, his hands moving to undo the clasps.
Standing straight, he slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. His hands catching the cascade, a small smile of pleasure and satisfaction as he watched her breasts spill over.
Still holding her, he sat on the edge of the couch, making sure that his face was directly in line with her breasts. Sighing, he lifted them as his tongue slid out and he flicked her nipples, pushing her breasts together so that he could alternate between the two. His tongue circled them one by one as he gently pulled her nipples into his mouth with his teeth, nipping and tugging them, making her moan.
One hand slid over her full stomach and down to the leg of her panties, where he hooked a finger in the waistband and slid them downwards, feeling the smoothness of her closely trimmed mound. He felt her damp slit, teasing the top of it before he dipped his finger in.
He slid it in deeply, her moans matching his as he went further and found her clit, scraping it with his fingernail, making her shudder before pulling it out again. She looked down at him and he smiled back up at her. She then took the initiative and turned around, making her way towards the stairs.
He stood at the bottom at the bottom of the stairs, watching her climb up the steep stairs, her ass wobbling, swaying with each step up until she reached the top. She turned around and smiled at him as he leaned against the wall and simply drank in the sight of her.
Even now he could not begin to explain why he found her so intensely sexy. The absolute opposite of his wife. She was everything that in another life he would have looked for. Her breasts, showing signs of age and childbirth, sat on the top of her stomach. They have never been pert, even when he first met her. She had always been a BBW. He had played away from home more than he cared to remember, but she was the only one who had not been slim, the only one he had stuck with, the only one he had fun with. He knew how self conscious she was, even after all these years, but he did not care; she was still natural.
He remembered how he felt when she said she was getting married. He missed her when they decided to call it a day, he never pushed her to carry on and to his surprise, they stayed good friends until she decided to let him back into her bed. They both knew that it would always be just this, but it was a situation they both accepted.
He came back to the moment to find that she had mirrored his pose at the top of the stairs and was watching him. She smiled at him wistfully and held her hand out. He smiled and started to climb the stairs as she walked off into the spare bedroom. The only rule she made was that she could not and would not fuck him in the same bed as her husband. Ironically it was the same bed they had always fucked in, her old bed from her old flat.
He walked into the bedroom and into her arms again. He was wrapped in her as she kissed him, enveloped in layers of warmth and flesh that was her. Her beautiful large breasts squashed against him, so warm and fleshy that he could feel them through his shirt. His hands travelled up and down her, squeezing her, kneeding her, grabbing her ass.
Her hands moved and started to undo his shirt, unbuttoning it, pulling it out of his trousers, opening it, introducing flesh to flesh. She slid it over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor while he moved his attention back to her sensitive, tender neck, loving and needing to hear the moans he knew he could produce from her. As she undid his trousers, his fingers hooked through the waistband of her panties and they pulled them down in unison.
He stepped out of his trousers and then continued to pull her panties down her legs, kissing his way down her stomach, knowing that although she was enjoying it, she was also embarrassed by the attention he gave her body.
