It was just another Friday. I called out of work needing to de-stress. In my line of work, customer service, there's a lot of complaints and people yelling. I've been doing it for years, but it still weighs heavy on me some days. I have enough personal days accrued that I'm able to just take a day to unwind. The stress of the job has had adverse effects on me over the years. Add in the stress of life and marriage and you'll know why I've packed on more than a few pounds over the years.
Being five-foot one inch tall has its own stressors, and I've gone from my 98-pound gymnast high school weight to over 300 now that I'm almost 50. I've raised two kids and keep a tidy house. My husband over the years has grown distant, as usually happens in most marriages, and I've just let him do his own thing. To say we've grown apart would be wrong though.
We still go places and do things together, but it's always the same things. No excitement. Nothing fun. Intimacy has also become a larger issue than it once was as well. I'm a lot more needy in that aspect. He's a lot more standoff-ish. His idea of fun in the bedroom is rolling on top of me and being done in two minutes. My idea of fun involves ropes, chains, and stuff like that. Not the Fifty Shades version of things either. Real stuff, but no permanent marks. My husband would accommodate me when we first dated, but that quickly tapered off to nothing. That adds to my needs and stress levels.
Just for the record my name is Michele. I'm 48, married with two kids, I work full time with endless overtime, and I take care of my house and family. Like I said before I'm five foot one, and over 300 pounds. I've tried every diet in the book, and even my doctor put me on a diet. Nothing has worked. I'm told my stress levels are too high even though my blood pressure is normal. My choices are to quit my job, or keep going like I always have. Well, nobody can afford to quit their jobs so here I am. I've come to accept myself as I am. I look at the positives of being considered an SSBBW. My D sized breasts are a head turner when I show off my cleavage, and my large butt can take a lot more punishment than my skinny butt ever could. The down sides are that I get winded easily, I can't bend and move like I used to, and my big belly makes it difficult to shave my nether regions, so I usually let it go during the long cold winter. I figure I don't wear skirts in the winter so there no way anyone will accidently get a peek anyway.
Back to that day. It was a Friday, and the week has me super stressed. I couldn't bear to even think of another twelve hours of being bitched at, so I called my boss telling her I needed a stress day. I didn't have any meetings or anything, so I wasn't leaving her in a slump. If there were I wouldn't have called out. She approved the night telling me about a new club that opened. It is called Club Oreo. She thinks it's a specialty bar that serves novelty cocktails. I mention it to my husband who immediately shuts down the idea before I even finish telling him about it, and that just pissed me off. It was his brushing me off so much that just got under my skin.
"So, you're not even going to listen before you shut me down?" I ask angrily.
"We can't afford stuff like that. A place like that is always expensive, and what about the kids?"
"You have no idea how expensive the place is and my mom has been wanting to watch the kids for months, but we don't go anywhere or do anything. It's just work, work, work, and I need a break. Take me out somewhere. Let's do something. Anything."
"We can't afford it."
I pay the bills. I know what we can and can't afford. We've both been working overtime for over a year now, and we can afford a night out. I remind him of this fact only to hear another excuse.
"Christmas is coming up. We have to buy things for people."
"Do you really think I don't have money aside for that? Are you that dumb?"
"I don't know. Do you?" He asks not really caring.
"I need to do something, and if you don't do it with me, I'm going alone!"
"Go then, and waste all our extra cash!"
So, I take a shower cleaning myself up nicely. I even shaved myself after letting it grow a couple of months. I slide on my black mini with my red silk blouse. Under I wear my black lace bra and panty set with my black silk stockings. I do my makeup, slip on my black flats, and walk out the door not even saying goodbye to him. When I get to my car I drive right to the new club.
After a few wrong turns I find it at the end of a dead end road on the outskirts of town. It looks moderately busy with a few cars in the parking lot. I check my phone which has been buzzing nonstop since I left, and I see they're all him texting me with some complaint or threat. I block his number and go inside.
When I walk to the door it opens with a tall black man smiling at me welcoming me. His chiseled face and muscular body pique my interest making me a bit wet, and that's been a bane of mine for years. See, when I'm horny it doesn't take much to get my crotch sloppy wet. I've had times where I've literally left wet spots on chairs. I walk past this Adonis down a hallway until it opens up to a dimly lit room with a single bar and a dozen or so tables evenly spaced on both sides. I see couples at four of the tables, and two waiters tending to them. Behind the bar is another dark Adonis mixing drinks and cleaning with a towel. One of the waiters comes up to me taking my hand in his dark grasp and leads me to a table in the corner of the room without saying a word.
I see him look at my wedding ring as I tell him, "Bring me something strong, and keep them coming. "
He smiles before walking away. When he returns, he sets a drink in front in me waiting until I sample it.
"Oh, that's good. Strong, but good."
Then I hear a voice that vibrates from my mind, down my spine, and gatherers right in my crotch as he says, "Is there anything else I can do for a beautiful woman like you?"
I feel my pulse quicken, my crotch moistens, and my nipples harden before I even look into his brown eyes. I need to catch my breath before I can answer.
"I think I'm good for now. Thanks."
"I'll be watching you. If you need anything I'll be right here."
I watch his sexy ass as he walks away, and I notice the other couples are down to one who are just finishing their drinks and what looks like a small meal as they prepare to leave. I'm curious when they walk to a site beside the bar as they leave instead of the front door.
Soon another could come in, but instead of sitting they go directly through the door beside the bar. By that point I'm ready for another drink and my waiter is bringing me another.
"What's on the other side of that door? Illegal gambling or something?"
"Nothing like that at all. There's just some private rooms for people who need a little extra attending to."
"Attending to, huh? Like a good massage and some wine?"
"If that's what they desire, then yes."
"How much is that?"
"It all depends on what's needed. For you I would give you a massage free of charge just because you're beautiful."
"Tell that to my husband." I say trying to get my mind off his voice and body and trying to let him know I'm not interested in his advances even though my body is loving it.
"Maybe you should come back with him then?"
"That asshole would never come to a place like this. He never wants to do anything but sit at home and do nothing."
"Then I'd suggest that you came back with me, enjoy the massage, and don't tell him a thing."
I find myself standing to follow him, and then walking behind him through the door beside the bar.
The door itself is non-descript. It's a solid door painted black. A dull finish, and not shiny at all. Through the door is another hallway. This one dimly lit with red lights along the black painted walls. There are doors on both sides. All solid, all painted black, and all closed tight. I'm led to the very end before he opens a door for me to enter. In the room is a double bed complete with pillows and a red comforter over white sheets. On the side is a massage table which is where we walk to.
"The bed seems a bit off for a massage place." I quip.
"We have many that come just to rest and relax."
His voice makes my knees weak, and his smile sends shivers up my spine. I feel like I'm melting in his eyes as he hands me a towel.
"We usually ask for you to be completely nude, but it's up to you. Whatever you feel comfortable with."
I just stand there as he exits, and I decide to remove all of my clothes with the hopes that my underwear will dry a bit during the massage. I barely get the towel to cover my big ass before he returns setting a glass of wine beside me.
The warm oils dribble over my back just before his strong hands rub it in working the tension from my body. I feel myself relaxing and giving myself to him. His hands work magically taking his time and being firm in his touch.
By the time I feel his touch on my upper legs I'm unwilling to stop him even as he rubs dangerously close to my vulva. I actually feel my legs open slightly as his hands draw close. So close in sure he can feel the heat emanating from my neglected pussy.
