About two years ago, I started dating the woman I was sure I was going to marry. I had just lost a good amount of weight (though I gained some of that back in muscle), and I felt pretty smug when this 5 foot 9, slim dental hygienist with hair so blonde it was almost white swiped right on me on Tinder. Casey and I got serious and moved in together. I loved walking anywhere with her on my arm. She had barely tried to hide that she was asking her friends advice on engagement rings and wedding venues-why should she hide it from me, anyway? I was going to ask her.
The only problem was that she was, as I mentioned, very slim. Don't get me wrong; she had a beautiful body and had actually racked up the instagram followers to prove that other men knew it just as well as I did. Maybe the fact that I didn't care more about all of the men salivating over her bikini posts and pictures of her in tight dresses (usually pictures taken by me) should have tipped me off to the fact that we weren't a match.
I didn't want to admit to myself that I needed more curves. I needed a juicier ass, and juicier tits—really juicy tits, actually. I went crazy thinking about the woman who was one day going to feed me her milk.
Casey didn't know about my interest, but she didn't want to be that woman no matter what. She'd talked openly about how much she wanted to adopt to preserve her body and, allegedly, to help children in need. I say allegedly because she wasn't the most giving, caring, or empathetic person I've ever met. She hadn't even noticed that I was starting to get bored in bed.
Last summer, her cousin Julia came to stay with us. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her, even though they'd stayed together after college and she had no doubt thought it was serious, and from what I could tell, she planned to lie outside by the pool and read, taking breaks only to submerge herself in the water when she got too hot. I noticed that she read cheap paperbacks that she didn't mind getting wet. I was spending a lot of time watching her to notice that, I realized consciously in one of the moments when I was studying her in the pool, and my cock twitched a little just admitting how much she turned me on.
Just as I felt that twitch, Julia burst out of the water, her long mane of brunette hair curling suggestively down the sides of her chest, and I felt a real surge of blood in my cock. Her bikini top wasn't the smallest I've ever seen because it had to be enough to support her sizable breasts, but even so, they were overflowing from the cups. I could see water pooling in her beautiful cleavage before slowly trickling through as her breasts jiggled. She climbed slowly up the pool stairs, half focusing on walking and half focusing on readjusting the strings of her bikini bottom to make sure they sat smoothly at the top of her hips. As she stretched back out on her stomach on the long beach chair where she'd left her paperback, I sucked in a breath. Her teardrop ass, barely covered by the bikini bottom, rose cheekily and sexily in the air. I needed to get her a little string bikini top to match her almost-bare bottom. I wanted to see her in little triangles that barely covered the nipples I was sure were so sexy and suckable.
"Rob, lookin' at the pool? I'm about to go out," said Casey as she walked up behind me in the kitchen. She grabbed a LaCroix from the fridge and looked out the window. "Oh, God. Does my cousin really need to have her fat ass on display for the whole neighborhood to start judging?"
"There are some creeps around here," I agreed.
"Here," Casey took off the sarong she had over her own standard olive-green bikini bottom. "I'll run up and get another for myself. Will you bring this out to Julia and tell her to cover up a little bit? And maybe help her put some sunscreen on? I don't think she understands just how sensitive our skin is. We have the same creamy skin, and she's a little younger, she doesn't get how important it is to maintain it." Casey wiggled her ass at me. It wasn't nothing, but if she had known I had just been looking out the window getting excited about her cousin's "fat ass," she probably wouldn't have been as enthusiastic about wiggling hers for me.
As Casey darted up to our bedroom, I set off toward the pool.
"Hey, cuz-huz," Julia called as I approached.
"What does that mean?" I laughed.
"Cousin's husband!" she said playfully.
"Well. We're not married yet," I said.
"You could've fooled me based on how Casey talks about how obvious the engagement will be," she said. "But I agree, I think she needs to appreciate you a little bit more before she pops the question."
"What?" I said, startled.
Julia propped herself up on her arms. I felt saliva spring into my mouth just a tiny bit extra as her tits jiggled and settled into place, plump against each other as she looked at me intently. "Come on, Rob. I've been sleeping in the room right next to you guys for a week. I heard bedsprings once, for about five minutes, and I only heard one moan, right at the end of those five minutes. Is that enough appreciation for you?"
"Maybe we've been doing it in the shower to make sure you don't hear," I countered.
"I mean, I definitely do want to fuck in that shower. It's massive," Julia said mischievously. "But I just don't think Casey is the type."
"Good to know that you are," I said before I could stop myself. "Uh, but—Casey asked me to ask you to put this on. She doesn't want the neighbors to get offended."
Julia grabbed the sarong and laughed. "Whaaatever. I'll do what she wants, but I'm pretty sure no one is sorry to be seeing my ass. Besides HER skinny ass."
Ignoring this, I said, "She also asked me to tell you to put some sunscreen on."
This time it was Julia's turn to wiggle her ass. Waves of her long dark brown hair nearly touched the very beginning of the swell of her ass. I suddenly had an urge to spank it hard enough to watch her sexy flesh meet the hair that almost kissed it.
"Well, put it on," Julia insisted.
