I've never seen sex change someone the way it changed Bridget. By day, she was a loving housewife, completely happy and content to stay home most of the time -- watching TV, listening to music, cooking, and spending time with our four daughters (twins together and one each from my first wife and her first boyfriend) and her longtime best friend, Kim, who often came over. In about 7.5 years of knowing her, 7 of living with her and 4.5 of marriage to her, I can honestly say that I've never seen her lose her temper. She's very calm, even in the midst of hardship.
But when she and I have sex, she undergoes a dramatic metamorphosis and becomes a completely different person. She transforms into an obsessed and uncaring beast, more out of control than a wild animal in heat. One of my favorite examples was a Friday night in which I was returning from Atlanta after being there on business for nine days. At about 10:00 PM, while in central Tennessee, a little over halfway into my seven hour drive back to Louisville, I got a text message from Bridget. It read: "I don't give a fuck how late you get home or if I'm asleep then. The girls are spending the night with my parents and your bedroom nigger wants the fuckstick."
Those words instantly got me hard as a rock and I instantly set the cruise control at five miles per hour above the speed limit to avoid letting my excitement lead me to drive recklessly. Then about five minutes later, I got another text from her. This time it was a video file and knowing it was probably erotic, my hard on continued, now in anticipation of what she'd sent me. About 15 minutes later, I found a rest area and stopped there so I could watch the video, undistracted, though I never shut off the car. By that time, my underpants were soaked with pre-come. The video started with Bridget dancing at a private party while facing me - nude except for white running shoes and white socks that went almost up to her knees. Though her feet and especially her soles are my favorite part of her body, she's explained to me that dancing barefooted is too hard on her feet and knees. Techno music was blaring in the background and she was dancing like a maniac; amazingly agile for a 41-year old BBW. After about 30 seconds, she suddenly jumped and did a perfect 180, landing so that her back faced me. She then immediately bent over and performed one of my favorite visual acts - making her ass shake up and down like gelatin. She has a highly skilled ass that she often makes shake up and down several times in a second and hundreds of times in a minute. The video lasted 45 seconds and as soon as it was done, I took off, re-set the cruise control where it had been, and never made another stop until I got home, a little after 1:30 AM.
I walked into the house still running on adrenaline, knowing that I was about to have Bridget's chocolate body again after nine days. It was completely quiet and all of the lights were off except in our room. The door was open and I walked in and found Bridget nude on our king size bed, sleeping heavily, lying on her front with her soles staring up at me and spread a little over shoulder width apart. I quickly stripped and got down on my hands and knees at the end of our bed, burying my face in her soles, which I consider to be the two most awesome sites in the universe. I worshipped them thoroughly and enjoyed them as much as ever. During the worshipping, I massaged her calves and felt much dried up sweat, making it obvious that she hadn't showered since coming home from dancing. That excited me because I love to taste her ass crack right after she dances.
So I slid up, with the intent of coming back to her soles later, took one ass cheek in each hand, and spread them apart as far as I could. Her ass is an optimal blend of fat and muscle and my second favorite part of her body. I slowly ran my tongue up and down her crack, licking up and savoring all the sweat that had built up between those fat cheeks. It tasted so fucking good and sexy. After I'd licked up the last bit, I gave her a zealous rim job for several minutes before going down a few inches and giving her perineum (the area between her ass and cunt), which also had its share of sweat, a good tonguing.
That's one of her more sexually sensitive areas and that seemed to be what woke her up. Within a minute, she started softly saying "Mmmmmmmmm" over and over. She said it very calmly, stopped for a deep breath, then did it over again. After repeating that a few times, she said in a voice sounding equally tired, happy and horny, "Your bedroom nigger missed you!"
"I missed you, too, Hon" I replied.
