I had been waiting for this night for weeks. Brittany and Sandy both had their nights with Matt, now it was my turn, and I wasn't going to waste it. I got all dolled up for the occasion, well, as much as I could since we were staying home.
Matt came home, and I waited for him in the living room. "Wow," he said as he opened the door and walked towards me.
I had bought lingerie from an online store that catered to big women. Before I met Matt, I was always insecure about wearing anything that would be considered risqué or sexy.
I wasn't like Sandy or Brittany, even though Brittany was on the curvy side, and well, Sandy was like a model you saw in those magazines. I was big, all around, big ass, big stomach, gigantic thighs, and extremely huge boobs.
Matt stared at me like I was a big cake he wanted to eat all in one bite.
"You like?" I asked, which was a silly question. He loved my body, every inch of it, fat, cellulite, and all. But of course, he loved my huge boobs.
"Of course," Matt said as he walked towards me.
"Now," I said as I stepped back and held my hand up. "You know the rules," I said as much as I wanted to please my husband. There were a few things that were off the table, and he knew them.
Matt had a huge, long, thick cock, and unlike Brittany, there was no slamming that monster into my mouth or my ass. One time I felt brave and let him try to put it in my ass. He barely got the head of it into me before I was running for the hills.
"Of course," Matt nodded.
I knew what he was thinking just by looking at him and those eyes; they were staring at my boobs, which I knew he would. They were barely contained in this blue fabric.
"You want to fuck them, don't you?" I asked as I teased him by lifting one to mouth and licking the top of it.
I had always been self-conscious of my large breasts. Since the beginning of High School, I had larger breasts than anyone in the whole school, including the teachers.
Most of the female students thought that I was stuffing my bra until the first time I fell in gym class. When I stood up, they both popped out of my shirt, and that's when all the nicknames started.
I learned quickly that's all that most men wanted, my huge boobs. They didn't want everything else that came with it, the big stomach, the legs or the thighs. I was too big for some and just a chubby girl for the chubby chasers.
That's when we met Matt, and things changed. He loved all of me. There were nights he would rest his head on my legs and wrap his arms around my thighs and hold me. Other days he would playfully squeeze my stomach, and then there was the sex. Which I was sure I was going to get plenty of tonight.
"Well," I said as I laid down on the couch and took the top off.
It didn't take long for him to strip out of his clothes and straddle my chest. His long twelve-inch cock was placed between my boobs as I pushed them together.
While Sandy could ride this monster to the moon and back, and Brittany could deepthroat it, I buried it between my boobs. The large head of his cock barely made it to the top of my boobs as he fucked back and forth between them.
I loved being tit fucked by Matt; he truly enjoyed my massive boobs. There was no pretence in his eyes as he fucked them hard and fast. He stared down at them as I crossed my arms over them, making sure they were held together tightly over his thick cock.
"You love seeing them like this don't you?" I teased again.
I knew the answer. Matt loved my boobs as much as he loved Brittany's throat or Sandy's tight stomach. We all had things he loved.
"Fuck!" he said as he shot his first load of the night between my breasts. A small amount trickled out of my cleavage and puddled around my neck.
"Feel better?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"Much," Matt replied.
"Well, go clean up and I will get dinner ready," I said as he climbed off me.
While Sandy was the outgoing, fun, sporty one, and Brittany was the tomboy of the group. I felt like I was the mom of the group, always making sure things were in order, and the rest did what they were supposed to do.
I went to the small bathroom and cleaned the cum from my boobs. I heard Matt in the shower and knew he was thinking of fucking my tits again.
I was used to having my tits fucked by him at least twice a day, Sandy's and Brittany's at least once. Our Matt loved our boobs.
I checked the oven and made sure the loaf was nearly ready. It was Matts favourite, and I knew he would love it.
When we decided that we wanted to start a family, it didn't come easy. Even though most of the people around here had accepted our lifestyle. There was sure to be problems once kids were involved, and we took it seriously.
Matt had already fucked Sandy and Brittany into oblivion, and they were both off their respective birth controls. I knew I would be next, and the thought of carrying Matt's child made me want to run-up to the bathroom and get it started right away.
"What did you make?" Matt appeared out of nowhere.
I must have been deep in thought as I didn't hear the shower stop and his steps as he came down. Now he stood before me in his pyjama bottoms with no top.
He knew how much I loved his bare chest. "Now who is teasing?" I asked as I ran my hands on his hairy chest.
"You started it," Matt replied.
"Oh," I said as I saw him staring at my chest again. "Already?" I asked as I saw his pants getting tighter.
