I guess what I recently experienced would have to be the capper to the last ten years of my life and hopefully the next ten will be an improvement.
For background back in high school I was really hot for this very cute little guy Bob. He was on the football team and wrestled and my lusty dream was to have him wrestle me down and do me. Unfortunately Bob was a little hung up on us being the same height and me weighing about 20 pounds more than him and he ignored me in favor of a little cheerleader. So be it.
Not long after that I got over my disappointment with a friend of his. Brad was a tall good looking guy who did outweigh me and did like the big boobs and the horny bleached blonde type. We got married, maybe too quick and too young, but as time went on I became more assertive and Brad just went along. He went along with just about anything I said or did and despite the fact that he was fun to fuck I got bored with him and we divorced.
It was about a year after that I started going out with a friend of Brad's. George was a smaller guy, 5-8 tall and 150 pounds, yeah again, but he was very interested in me, even though I had 50 pounds on him. I should learn some lessons but we got married. George was a hard worker, good provider and showered me with affection and we had great sex. But in another example of Cathy making the same mistake he became more of a wimp as things went along and we divorced.
By some luck and rare time of good sense I enjoyed a couple of years of being single and happy before I started going out with Brad's older brother. Jeff was nice big guy 6-3 tall and the same 195 pounds as me except I was 5-6 tall. OK I admit I'm at 225 now but who is to say. We got along well enough when I was married to Brad but everybody changes as they get older and we did really well now. I had hopes that maybe the third time would be the charm.
So one Saturday I blow off work to go over to Jeff's to get me some lovin'. I went up the back stairs and entered his apartment. Not seeing him in the kitchen or living room I peeked into the bedroom door figuring he was still in bed which would be where I needed him anyway.
Well I got myself a shock. There was Jeff alright, on his knees at the side of the bed in front of who other than my former high school crush Bob, sucking on his 6 inch dick. Which would have been enough of a shocker if next to them wasn't my former husband Brad on his knees in front of my other ex-husband George going down on his 6 inches.
My first thought was, 'you guys were getting all the fat girl pussy you could get, if you would have said something we could have been playing block party all these years'.