In the week following the night in heaven at the club we did end up having communication with Joy. It was extremely frustrating communication where Joy would say things that were absolutely wonderful and encouraging followed by days of no communication. Desperate not to lose the connection we had made, I sent her mom a message to try to better assess the situation. Her mom said that she was still talking about us and what a positive experience it was last time we saw her.
Joy would talk to us again and then inexplicably go silent. At this point I decided that the dream was over and sent her mom one last message. I told her that Joy seemed to be scared to let anyone get close to her and seemed to just be playing games. Her mom came back and said that her daughter does not play games and proceeded to set up a date and time for Joy to come see us.
The plan was for Joy to come on Wednesday. We would pick her up at 11 and she would stay the night if she felt comfortable. In the days leading up to Wednesday it was very difficult to sleep. I could not believe that this beautiful goddess was actually going to be here. We heard from Joy an unusually high amount early in the week. She was really excited about coming over and was doing a lot of preparing. Tuesday night I slept less than 4 hours. I was excited and nervous about how things would go and what would or would not happen.
On Wednesday morning we made the long drive to pick up Joy. We spent about a half an hour or so talking to her and mom before we packed up the car and left. Joy seemed less nervous then we had expected and quickly started to open up to us. My wife is not able to hear as well with a lot of background noise. After we got on the highway the conversation was mostly between Joy and myself.
We started comparing different things that we knew and different experiences we had. We started to discover that we really do have a lot in common. The more I talked to Joy the more I enjoyed it. She seemed to be enjoying herself as well which made me extremely happy. The hour and half trip home felt more like 20 minutes. We were already really enjoying each other's company.
When we got home I had Joy try some cookies that I had made for her. I knew from experience that the fastest way to a fat girl's heart was through her stomach. It seemed to be paying off as Joy really liked the cookies and started to relax.
Joy, the wife, and I looked at pictures, porn sites, and played video games for a couple of hours. My wife had a doctor's appointment that she went to, leaving Joy and I by ourselves for about 2 hours. Joy and I took some marijuana edibles and proceeded to play some video games. We kept getting so involved in conversation that we had to pause the game and eventually we just gave up on playing.
We were both completely blown away by how much we liked talking to each other. We talked about everything from intellectual to sexual things. We really started to open up to each other about different times that we had been hurt. I gradually started to feel like I could tell her anything. It was the most free I have ever felt with anyone and I could not get enough. In a state of extreme stoned-ness and feeling extremely open I realized that I had to tell Joy something. This particular something had been weighing on my mind since the Saturday at the club.
After talking to Joy for a while I gained a new appreciation for how smart she was. I knew from our previous encounter that she was very smart, but at this point I realized that she was extremely smart. She would know what was missing from the first story. She would see that the affection she had received had primarily been from me. She would also see that all of the subsequent events involved me and not me and the wife. I was terrified to tell her, but I could not keep lying to her.
I told Joy that while my wife liked her as a friend and really enjoyed having her around, she was not sexually attracted to her. I let her know that every word in the story and every word I had ever said regarding how I felt about her was true. I added that it was not her. My wife just ironically does not like big girls. Joy's reaction was very encouraging. She didn't seem disturbed or upset at all.
Joy then told me that she was okay with that. She thought my wife was super hot and while she would like to do stuff with her, she didn't have to. Joy actually seemed a little relieved and told me that it was me that she had been the most interested in anyway. I could not believe what I was hearing and I was very relieved. Joy then told me that she had been driving her mother crazy talking about me. I was so happy that I was almost speechless. I went to the kitchen to get us something to drink. It took about 5 times longer than it should have because I kept stopping to talk to Joy more. I could not help myself around her.
When my wife came home I told her right away what Joy and I had talked about. My wife initially had a look of "what have you done?" horror on her face. It quickly went away when Joy confirmed that she was okay with that. Then we started talking about the fact that I had been driving my wife crazy talking about Joy. It was so freeing that just like that the truth was finally out in the open and all hope was not lost.
We all talked and had a really good time as I prepared dinner. Joy was very impressed with the dinner and even more impressed with dessert. After dinner we were at a loss as to what to do next. I tried rubbing Joy's shoulders, but she was not in a mood to be touched. She seemed to be shutting down just like the first night at the club. I started to worry about the direction things were heading in. Was it possible that her visit might be a bust after all? I tried to think of ways to turn things around.
I suggested that we go upstairs to flog my wife's ass and Joy could then watch us have sex. Joy agreed and even said she would allow me to flog her ass. The idea of flogging Joy's beautiful sweet ass was very exciting to me. We went upstairs and my wife laid on her belly while I flogged her enormous ass cheeks. Joy watched in fascination as the flogger hitting her ass cheeks made waves in her blubber. It was so hot to see her ass fat jiggle more or less depending on the speed of the flogger. After about 20 flogs my wife's pale fat ass was starting to get a little tanned. She was so relaxed from having her butt cheeks flogged that she almost fell asleep. I rubbed her backside out to help with the sting before she got up.