I can't believe I went without sex for over a year. Okay, I'm a big woman and I thought that no one would want me. First it was my husband, who really didn't want me. When he left me for the skinny bitch he'd been fucking on the side I went into a little depression. I stayed home and felt sorry for myself.
Then a few months ago I was out with my friend Susan and I met a guy who was in town on business. Yes he was married. But let me tell you, he was a great lay, and loves big women like me. He's been back to town a few times and we've done a lot of things his wife never wanted to try. I've always loved sex, and used to get a lot of it. That is, before I was married. It always helped that I have a real flair for fellatio. It thrills me to feel a cock shooting off in my mouth.
Since I met Len I've had several other guys, mostly married men. I've discovered that sex is so much better for me if there's no opportunity for emotional involvement. Just "wham bang, thank you sir!"
Friday night I headed out for Moose's. It's a neighborhood bar that has live music on weekends. I'd heard there were usually some guys there. Plus it was walking distance from my apartment. So after eating I showered and pulled on my jeans and a white man's dress shirt, leaving three buttons open at the top. Now not only am I a BBW, I also have Big, Beautiful Boobs. I've learned they can be effective bait when I'm trolling for men. I didn't wear a bra of course - I was serious that night.
When I arrived the band was playing old rock and roll with more enthusiasm than skill. As I got settled in at the bar, I looked around but only saw one single guy. He had prematurely white hair and a nice looking beard. But his entire attention seemed to be taken up trying to look down the blouse of the bar maid. I thought about buying him a drink and let him look down my blouse, but decided to wait and see what else showed up.
I noticed an older couple come in. They were both short and she was definitely a petite. Well built, just on a smaller scale. For a minute I regretted that I couldn't wear tight Capri pants like her. They tend to make me look like a cartoon character. They looked good on her with her hard little ass, though.
Turning my attention back to the bar patrons I saw that no other singles had come in. Just as I decided to move over next to Whitey I heard, "Would you like to dance?" It was the short fellow. Looking over, his wife caught my eye and nodded her okay.
"Sure," I said, and he led me to the dance floor. The first number was pretty fast, and we just gyrated on the floor without touching. Then the band started a slower tune and he took me in his arms. As we moved around the floor I was aware of his leg against mine. I thought I felt an erection, but wasn't certain. What I did feel was one hand on my ass and the other one squeezing my breast. "What would your wife think if she knew you were out here feeling me up?" I asked.
"It was her idea." I had no idea how to respond to that, so we continued around the floor with his dick against my leg and my tit in his hand. When the song ended, he stepped back and said, "Why don't you grab your drink and join us." I went over and got my beer and purse then headed for the booth where his wife was waiting. "I'm Richard and this is my wife Marion," he said by way of introduction.
"And I'm Astrid," I said, seating myself across from Marion.
"Astrid. Doesn't that mean 'little star?'" asked Marion. "So maybe tonight you'll be a 'shooting star,'" she added. Confused by that comment I couldn't think of anything to say.
"I'm going to the restroom, ladies. I'll be right back," Richard said and walked away.
When he had gone, I leaned over and asked, "Did you really tell him to grope my boobs?"
"Sure. He started admiring them as soon as we saw you. Richard has always been turned on by big women, even though he's married to skinny little me. So when he saw you with those big things bouncing around I knew he'd be excited. They are nice ones you know." With that she stuck her hand into my blouse, cupped my breast and ran her thumb over my nipple. "Yes, very nice indeed."
I was stunned. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, being openly grabbed by a woman. At a loss for what else to do, I reached over and took her left tit in my hand, fondling it through her tube top. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and fingers and found it as hard as a rock. "Oh yeah," she sighed. "That feels good." And it did. Her tit, although small, was perfectly shaped and just fit in my big hand while her small hand barely fit around my big jug.
Just then Richard came back. "Would anyone like another drink?" he asked, not even acknowledging that we were holding each other's tits.
Barely looking at him I said, "Yes, and this time bring me a bourbon. Double. No ice"
"I've got what I want," Marion said.
"So I see," Richard murmured as he headed to the bar.
"I can't believe I'm sitting here feeling up a woman," I said.
"Like it?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm not ready to stop yet."
"And I'm glad of that because I like it and don't want you to stop."
Just then Richard returned with my drink. Without letting go of the tit in my right hand, I picked up the drink in my left and swallowed half of it. "Did you drive here?" Richard asked.