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.
"You know it doesn't take much," Matt said as he spun me around, so my back was to him.
"Let me," I tried to say before Matt was on his knees. I had to reach out to turn the oven off before his tongue found my wet spot. "Fuck," I said as I put both hands on the marble counter.
Matt was an expert at getting his way with us. Sandy loved to be kissed, whether it was on her neck, chest, lips, anything. Brittany, well, Brittany was the black cock craved white woman people read about in the interracial comics and online stories. All Matt had to do was whip it out, and he had her in the palm of his hands.
"Holy," I said, gripping the counter tighter as Matt worked his tongue and lips all around me and inside of me at the same time.
This was how he got me, a few more minutes of this, and I was absolute putty in his hands. It was how he got me to try to put that monster in my ass. He worked his magical tongue, and the next minute I knew I was face down ass up, with the head of his dick aimed at the entrance of my ass.
"No," I said, shaking my head, not tonight. Tonight was all about him and getting him to dump his cum into me so he could impregnate me.
"Fuck me," I said as I looked back at him. "You know what I want."
"You want this?" Matt said as he slapped his thick cock on one of my ass cheeks.
"Yes," I said and looked back at it as he slapped the other.
Back and forth, he went slapping his cock on my huge ass. Then he pushed it between them and fucked my ass cheeks. Something he loved to do before he thrust it into me.
"Stop teasing and fuck me!" I growled back at him.
Matt hesitated for a quick second before he gripped my hips and pushed his cock into me. Instantly I felt filled with his large cock. I gasped as it pushed into me. I felt every inch of it going deeper into me.
I loved this feeling; I loved how it made me feel, how his thick cock spread me out and made me lift onto the tips of my toes.
Then it started the rhythmic thumping of his balls slapping against me. When we first started, he couldn't get all of it into me without me reaching for the stars and begging him to stop. Now, he filled me up with every inch of that marvellous cock.
Matt grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard. I was no dead lay. I buried my head and started pushing back on him, meeting each thrust of his with one of my own. I loved looking back and seeing him stare down at my ass as it thumped against him.
Matt started going faster and faster. He reached forward and grabbed both my arms. He pulled them back and held them at the wrists. He used my arms to pull me back onto his dick as he fucked me.
We all loved when he took control like this, using us as his personal cock sleeves. When he got like this, we weren't his wives. We were his sluts, his whores, his cum dumpsters. And we loved it. Even now, I could feel the slight throb of his cock inside me, letting me know he was close to cumming.
I was no longer protected from getting pregnant. The moment Matt came was the moment I knew I could be impregnated with his child.
Matt let my arms go and pulled on my hips hard as he pushed deep inside of me.
