Life is good! My name is Patrick. I am sitting in my living room reminiscing. Looking around, I was very happy with this house that I built nine years ago.
Nine years ago... I had been divorced for about four years. My girlfriend of the last three and a half years was beauty. Shoulder length naturally blond hair that framed her angelic face. Her most alluring facial feature was her eyes. She had the biggest brown doe eyes that you have ever seen.
Kelly, my girlfriend, was about ten pounds heavier than she thought she should be. But those ten pounds were all in the right places. Her breasts measured 38D. They were so soft, yet there was very little sag. Those beautiful tits were capped by peach sized areolas. Right in the center of her pink circles was her beautiful half inch pink nipples. She had a 36 inch bubble butt that was to die for!
Kelly was a natural blond. The collar and the cuffs matched. The carpet of blond hair that covered her pussy was neatly trimmed. The flower in the center of her sex was always wet and calling for attention. I never had to search for her clit. It sat proudly at the top her slit, sticking out at least half an inch, more when it was aroused.
We stayed together, planning eventual marriage, for a total of seven years. One small problem; she was married! There was always some reason that she could not leave her wife-beating husband of 23 years.
At the end of our seven years, her kids were gown and out of the house. There were no more excuses. In the end, I told her I was tired of being her mistress. She needed to choose. The last I heard of her, one of her kids had told her husband about our affair. He beat the shit out of her and then came after me. I am not a fighter, but it did not take much kick his ass. He thought he was a big man because he was able to beat his wife. Beating a man was another story.
Enough about Kelly. This story is not about her. Life after Kelly went on. My job had me traveling quite a bit. This helped me to get my mind off our break up. I certainly missed her; she was a great fuck.
About a year before Kelly and I split, a cute young Indian family moved into the house next door to me. The couple seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties. They had a beautiful two-year-old daughter.
Anna and Harry were friendly. We exchanged greetings each time we passed and had short 'neighborly' conversations. Because of my traveling, I did not see them too often.
Anna was fairly tall at five foot six inches. She had long shiny black hair that came to the middle of her back. Most of the time she wore it pulled back from her very pretty face. She had dark skin. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, almost black.
Her figure was best described as plump, chunky. She was probably thirty pounds over weight. But god what tits! They must have been at least 38DD or larger. Her waist and ass were also oversized.
After about a year, I noticed that I saw Anna more than Harry. She began to walk through the neighborhood with her daughter in a stroller. She was very consistent, walking most afternoons. When we would speak, she told me that she was determined to lose her baby fat.
After a few months, she had lost most of her baby fat. She looked great! Remember the fabulous body that I described of Kelly's? Picture that body on the dark skinned Anna. She became a gorgeous sexy voluptuous woman!
I had been complimenting her on her progress throughout the months. She was very grateful for the compliments. It seems that Harry only saw her as fat and never recognized the voluptuous woman that she had become.
My love life was the pits. Kelly and I were no longer. The most consistent female in my life was Anna. I flirted with her every time I saw her. I began developing fantasies about making love to her. I dreamed of her beautiful body. I knew that nothing would come of my fantasies. There was no way that I would ever get involved with another married woman.
But the fantasies grew sexier as did the passions I felt for her. I could not get her out of my mind. She was my constant jack off fantasy. And I jacked off a lot in those days!
Time passed and a few months later, Anna told me she was pregnant with her second child. She was happy about the pregnancy except for the inevitable weight gain. She had worked so diligently to lose her excess weight and now it was all going to return.
Anna was determined not to gain as much weight with this pregnancy as she did with the first. She continued her daily walks until her fifth month. At that time, she had some problems with the pregnancy. The doctor put her to bed for the duration of the pregnancy.
Four months later, a baby boy was born. I had not seen Anna during the final four months of her pregnancy. But I assure you that she was never very far from my over active imagination.
I was shocked the first time I saw Anna after the delivery. It was almost a month after Kaleb's birth and Anna still looked to be pregnant. What a disappointment!
Anna became very depressed about her weight. Because of the baby, she was unable to resume her daily walks. All of her time was spent on demand of the two kids. Her depression caused her to be tired all of the time, a viscous circle.
About this time I had a severe heart attack. I wound up having a triple bypass. My cardiologist told me that if I wanted to live much longer, my couch potato days were over. I needed to begin an exercise program. I began walking.
I tried walking in the neighborhood, but the hills and the inclement weather helped me decide to become a mall walker. I was able to build my stamina and was soon walking four laps around the mall, about three and a half miles each day.
