We are all vulnerable. It's easy to write about the fun escapades. Sexy bodies. A wide array of lovers. Confidence, in and out of the bedroom. But there have been times over the years where that was not always the case. After the birth of our second child was one of those times. My wife had just returned back to work after 1.5 years of maternity leave/sabbatical. She was overweight and very heavy.
She was a woman who was huge while pregnant. Everything ballooned on her. In my opinion, she was radiant. Her breasts and nipples were massively swollen. A giant tummy. A full face and a cute double chin rounded her out. With our first child, she shed the weight quickly, but this time around, it had stuck. And honestly, it was a huge turn-on. Perhaps it was the age-appropriate time in our lives. Maybe it was that deep instinctual feeling you have as a parent and breeding... pregnancy had me lusting for her constantly. Or that I celebrated my wife in her new form. As if she were new again, for lack of a better term. Whatever it was, the ample tummy fat, gravity pushing her huge milk filled tits downwards. The fatter face. The ass that now strained every pair of her yoga pants. It all excited me.
She also now had a VERY hairy pussy. Normally she was always shaved. I had encouraged her to grow some pubic hair out. The half Japanese, jet black colour could have possibly been my new favourite fetish about her. But throughout pregnancy and afterwards, she let it grow, and eventually, neglected it entirely. The longer and messier it got, with her loose labia, the more excited I would get looking at her naked. Even her overused asshole was surrounded in pubic hair.
This excitement was not a mutual feeling, no matter how much I celebrated her. As often as I would let her know how beautiful she looked, this was not the body she was used to. And it affected how she felt about herself. She acknowledged and appreciated my continued desire for her, but it was easy to tell that her self-confidence was no longer the same. She needed a boost. She needed some fun.
Opportunity sometimes knocks at the right time. Or in this case, texts. Our "sharing" was paused of course due to parental duties. We had a bit of pregnancy fun (story for another time), but there were no boys for the past year at this point. This particular evening however, we were cuddling in bed. A movie was on and she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone when the text came in. It was Chris. Her fireman friend. Big. Strong. And one of the men that had used her, really used her, in her previous life. He had in fact, spent many an evening and some mornings in this exact bedroom with her. Her womb had plenty of his semen sprayed inside of it.
His text was simple and undeniably transparent. "Hey" with a little wink emoji.
She dismissed the text at first. Not hiding it. There was no hiding with such things. She just didn't immediately respond in a way that he very much would have been hoping for. I, on the other hand, was very excited by his shot in the dark. My hand, already on her thigh, gently spread her legs apart under the blankets, and I slowly dipped underneath and between her legs. I could smell the damp sweat and the piss she took earlier on her fat, hairy pussy. I gave the thick black hair surround her clit a long kiss, running my hands under her nightie and up onto her chubby tummy rolls. My tongue swirling around, tasting the strong salty flavour of her pussy. She lifted the blankets over my head and looked down at me. My hand with a handful of her tummy, and my nose coated in pubic hair and her quickly loosening labia. Her bloated tits, pushed up in a nursing bra, hiding her moaning mouth.
I paused the head I was about to give her, and with a smile on my face said.
"I think you should text him back. Have some fun while I eat you out."
I paid no mind if she was about to respond to me or not. I wasn't about to let self-doubt creep in. I went back to running my tongue up and down her hairy slit. Sucking on her clit and touching her skin. I would glance up from time to time, and I could see she was trying to focus on typing. The glow of her phone illuminating her face. Her one hand replying to an old lover. The other, now running her fingers through my hair as I pleasured her.
"Having fun?" I mumbled with a mouthful of cunt.
"He saw me at the grocery store yesterday and said how good I look."
Good boy, I thought. This is what she needs.
