When Astrid finally got home that Friday morning she stripped and stood in front of the mirror. She knew she should shower, but first she just wanted to look at herself. She patted her big stomach, examining it as if it had gotten larger. "Should have," she thought, "all the semen I swallowed. Who woulda thought I could blow him three times, and he'd still be able to fuck me so many times." While she'd had a good time the night before, the man she spent it with had been very lucky indeed.
She thought about the fact that for years she had been so self-conscious of her size, letting the feeling that she could never be attractive keep her captive so long. So long that she let her marriage slip away. Let her husband go seeking sex in someone else's bed. Then the long months since her divorce, hiding in her apartment without the nerve to go out. Yet last night her friend Sharon had convinced her to go out and try to have fun. What fun she had. She met a man who made her proud of her size. "BBW" was what he called her. She truly felt like a Big Beautiful Woman now. And, despite the fact she knew he was married, she went back to his room and they had sex nearly all night. "Oh why, girl," she said to the image in the mirror, "why did you wait so long? Had you forgotten how much you like sex? Like fucking? Like the feel of a man in your cunt? And in your mouth?" Well, she remembered now, and she didn't intend to forget again.
"When he gets back to town, boy will I have a treat for him. Think I'll take him on a trip this time," she smiled to herself. "A trip around the world." With that pleasant thought, she headed off to the shower to wash the man-smell off the outside of her.
Astrid's wish for more time with Len was to be realized sooner than either of them knew. When he got back to work the following week his boss informed him he'd have to attend a follow-up meeting in two weeks. "Sorry Len, but this time they want to meet on Saturday. You'll have to fly out Friday afternoon, and probably won't get back until Sunday. Hope your wife won't mind too much."
"She'll be okay with it," he said, adding to himself, "as long as she doesn't find out what I'm doing."
He called Astrid even before he called his wife. He was delighted when she said she'd meet his plane and drive him to town.
Finally the big night got there. As Len got off the plane he spotted Astrid waiting in the passageway. "Damn she's a good looking woman," he thought, admiring the fact that she made no attempt to hide her size, almost flaunting it. "Hmm," he thought as she walked toward him, "I don't believe Astrid's wearing a bra." He enjoyed watching her big tits bounce as she approached.
"Hi," she said. "Have a good flight?" Astrid took his arm and started walking him toward the terminal.
"Sure," Len answered. "Did you have to wait long?" He tried to hide his surprise and disappointment that she displayed no affection or even enthusiasm in greeting him. He'd at least expected an embrace if not a kiss.
"Any plans tonight?" she asked, confusing him further.
"After I get checked in at the hotel I thought we'd go to dinner if you like."
"Yes, that would be nice."
After they picked up his luggage, she directed him to the parking garage where she had parked at the far end of the lot. When they got to her car she grabbed him. Holding him tight, she forced her tongue into his mouth. As she broke the kiss, continuing to hold his body tight against her, he asked, "Why the cold treatment in the terminal?"
"I thought maybe there'd be people there you knew. People you didn't want to know about me."
"Oh, I was afraid you weren't happy to see me."
"Oh yeah, baby," she said, pressing herself against him. "I'm very happy to see you." As she rubbed her thigh against his she added, "And I can tell that you're happy to see me too." She then kissed him again and their tongues met. Len's hand found itself under her blouse and she moved away just enough that he could slide it up until he was enjoying that wonderful feeling of squeezing a soft, naked tit. Astrid moaned against his mouth as he pinched her nipple, then pulled back and said, "Get in the car lover. I want a taste of what you brought me.
Obediently he got in the passenger seat and she went around to the driver's door. Instead of sitting in the seat, she got on her knees and leaned across. As she kissed him again he could feel her trying to unzip his pants. He reached down and helped her get the it lowered. She fished his cock out of his shorts, bent, and smoothly took him completely into her mouth. As she deep-throated him Len could feel her tongue teasing. She slid him in and out while she worked a hand back into his shorts and grasped his balls. As pulled the dick out of her mouth and said, "Oh yes, I'm very glad to see you." With that she pulled her hand out of his pants and swiveled into her seat."
"You're not gonna finish what you started?" he asked.
"I said I just wanted a taste," she said smiling. Starting the car, she added, "Don't worry, I'll finish that when we get to the hotel. Now put that thing away and let's get going. I'm gonna take you 'round the world tonight." Len wondered to himself what she meant, but didn't say anything as he zipped up and fastened his seat belt. He put his hand on Astrid's thigh and squeezed it as she pulled out. He moved his hand to her crotch and rubbed it, feeling the heat of her sex.
"Hey, watch it." she said with a smile. "You want me to have a wreck. You keep that up and we'll never make it to the hotel."
"Just wanted a quick feel," Len said as he took his hand out of her crotch. "I've been thinking about that pussy for two weeks."
"You're gonna get all of that pussy you can take tonight. So just hold your horses." Luckily it wasn't a long drive to the hotel.
As soon as they got in the hotel room, Len dropped his bags on the floor and grabbed Astrid and kissed her hard. He returned his hand to her crotch and found it hot and damp. "Yes, that's yours tonight," she said, pushing him back. But I've got something to finish first." With that, she pushed him back onto the bed. Kneeling between his knees, they both worked at getting his pants and shorts off. Once again she deep-throated him and caressed his nuts.
This time she sucked his cock in earnest: alternately burying her nose in his pubic hair and removing him and licking around his crown. Len could feel the orgasm she was working on approach, but just before he came . . . brrrng! Looking up, Astrid said, "Who the hell could that be?"
"Only one person," he said bitterly, his hard-on fading. Leaning over he grabbed the phone by the bed. He was right - his wife.
"Yes dear. I got here fine." Astrid rubbed his dick against her cheek.
"No, I'll be home Sunday morning. I'll take care of all that Sunday." She cradled his balls in her hand and blew on them.
"And I don't have to go in Monday. I'll get it all done." Astrid ran her tongue around his sac.
Astrid grinned up at him while she played with his cock and balls, listening to him try to placate his nagging wife. While Len tried to concentrate on the phone call, Astrid unbuttoned her blouse, releasing her large breasts. She then nestled his dick between those soft globes. He felt himself begin to harden again as she pressed her tits together, trapping him and working him up and down.
