This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 1: Pent Up, Lonely, Desperate
My name is Ryoko and I am a lonely, bbw housewife. I am 40 years old, and weigh around 200 lbs. I have short blonde hair, and very little to no hair anywhere else. My fingers were going absolutely crazy on my plump, needy pussy. I was completely naked in my bed; my fat, sweaty body contorted in writhing pleasure all alone having said goodbye to my husband not even 10 minutes ago.
He left for work just like every day since we got married 5 years ago. I loved my husband, and he treated me well. He just didn't attend to my needs as a woman. Not since our honeymoon, anyway. I don't know if it was because he was exhausted from work, or no longer found me attractive. Either way, it was the same every day.
I would make him breakfast, and we would pleasantly chat as he ate. He would tell me some mundane detail about work I only half listened to. Then he would get up, walk to the door and after I kissed him lovingly on the cheek, he would leave. Every single day was exactly the same. And every single day, after I said goodbye to my hard working husband, I would strip down to nothing, head upstairs, jump into bed, and start intensly masturbating. It didn't matter how I did it. Sometimes it would be a rabbit, other times a Hitachi. I had plenty of toys hidden away to play with at my leisure.
Some days, like today it would even be my boring old fingers violently sloshing in and out of my tight, extra meaty fuck hole. I would rub my swollen clit until I was driven to a hard orgasm. At first, this was enough. Lately, however it was getting less and less pleasurable to just make myself cum. The sad fact was what I already knew. I needed a real fucking. From a big, virile cock. A nice, curved piece of fuck meat that would dig me out and reach my deepest, itchiest spots. Something like that would make me cum so hard, I might go crazy. I needed that, and badly.
If my husband was away all the time, and was simply too tired to hold me down in a mating press and pound the ever loving shit out of me when he came home from work, what was I to do? This is when I heard about it. One of my fellow housewife girlfriends told me about it. It was supposedly called the Lonely Milf Escort Service, and it may have been the answer to my unanswered needs.
Chapter 2: Best Friend
Apparently there's an escort service specifically for women like me. Married, neglected, and plump. In case I haven't already mentioned it, I was a big gal. I had meat on my bones, which got me lewd stares from some neighborhood boys. My massive EE cup breasts and wide hips got me all kinds of attention. I never thought about cheating on my husband, though.
At least, not until now. Now I was at my limit. I literally could not go another day without a huge cock beating up my fat pussy. So I confided in my best friend Nanako. We were having lunch one Sunday.
"Well, it sounds like you need some dick, girl." She wasn't one for subtlety. I nearly spit out my tea as she said this. She laughed in her usual boisterous way. We were pretty opposite in terms of personality, but we were best friends all the same. I always told her my troubles, and she could usually help me with her blunt way of thinking.
"So you see my problem. I'm married, and my husband just won't give me what I need. What am I supposed to do, cheat? No way! I love him, and he's so nice to me. I couldn't do that to him." She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Ryoko, baby, sweetie, my love. It is your right as a woman to get a regular dose of hot meat whenever you need it! Look at me! You don't see me desperate for a fuck, now do you? I get what I need when I want, however I want it."
"Do you cheat on your man? I thought things were going well with you two." She laughed again.
"Things ARE going great with my husband. He gives me as much love as he can, almost every night of the week. Note that I said ALMOST. My man is a stallion. A bull. He knows all my weak spots, and loves my plump figure. But even he has his limits. So what do I do when he can't move after I've ridden the soul out of his body? I call a certain service. Something I found out about in a dark alley, and let's leave it at that." She took a sip of her tea, and I looked at her with quiet anticipation.
"Well? What kind of service?" She giggled at my impatience. She always teased me like that. I sighed heavily. Nanako reached out and pinched my cheek.
"There, there, honey. You know I'm just messin'. It's called the Lonely Milf Escort Service. They specialize in young looking studs with very healthy bodies. All of these young men are well equipped and skilled at pleasing older, bigger women such as us. This is all legit, of course. All boys are of legal age. They just have that boyish charm I know you love. Believe me when I tell you that this is much more satisfying than playing with yourself."
I listened intently, blushing hard at the thought of a young, well hung plumper pleaser. I felt my pussy throb, and knew what I wanted to do. I was gonna call this place, and get what I needed. Nanako wrote down all the info I needed, slipped me the paper and winked at me.
Chapter 3: Making the Call
I was sitting at home, alone again. My phone was sitting on the table a few feet away. I stared at it, wondering if I should really do this. I was terrified. I really didn't want to cheat on my husband, but he wasn't giving me much choice. Nanako had a good point, as well. I was a woman in my prime. My pussy was constantly drenched and throbbing, and my womb was fertile and always ready for insemination. Even now, my cunt was dying to be played with and pounded.
I purposely avoided masturbating for three whole days before working up the courage to even consider calling the number Nanako gave me. Needless to say, my kitty was in serious heat. I almost gave up, ran upstairs, and got out one of my many toys. But I took advantage of the sudden burst of adrenaline, and picked up my phone. I quickly dialed the number, and waited. I nearly hung up a few times, but then an automated voice answered.
"Hello. You've reached the Lonely Milf Escort Service hotline. In a moment, you will be asked a series of questions to give us an idea of what kind of escort to send you. Please hold."
Now I was officially invested in this. My excitement was just too strong to give up. I waited with baited breath. After only five minutes, my order was complete. The voice then asked for my credit card information, which I provided with trembling fingers.