Malcolm Brown was a Scotsman, he was 23 and had finished university and turned his attention to designing safety features for cars.
His first design hit the jackpot. He patented it and made a fortune. He settled in the highlands of Scotland and married a local lass called Jenny. At five foot 9 with a long slim body, a tanned complexion she had inherited from Spanish relatives and tumbling dark hair, she was the ultimate babe. Jenny had it all, she had always been a babe but had parents who had tried to protect her from the dangers of modern life and who had been only too happy when she married a multi millionaire who clearly loved her desperately and wanted to settle in the area.
Malcolm was nothing special himself, chubby with a hairy back and a stubby little cock, he couldn't believe his luck in life. He had enjoyed no success at university with women whilst his housemate seemed to fuck anything that moved. Now he had the last laugh, the sexiest woman he had ever met was his wife and he got to fuck her every day.
Jenny may have been slim and pretty but she had killer tits. Solid, firm round boobs that sat high on her chest and were so big they bounced and could bruise her chin when she was having sex.
Malcolm had his little joke with his young wife:
"It is like God stuck the wrong set on you, so slim and fit but with these huge boobs jutting out."
"But you still love me don't you?" she asked nervously.
"Of course, honey and I plan to live up here with you, away from the hustle and bustle of life. I will keep you safe and give you anything you want."
"Thank you Malcolm. I am so lucky."
Malcolm smiled to himself. He had snared this babe and he would never risk losing her.
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The phone rang one day. Malcolm answered and it was his old university flat mate, Mark. They chatted and it became apparent that they had gone in very different directions. Mark joked about how he couldn't keep a job because he either fucked the boss's wife or the sexy secretaries until he got caught and fired. He was skint but happy.
"Same old Mark," Malcolm thought. Mark said that they should meet up. There was no way Malcolm was going to introduce Mark to Jenny, Mark had spent 3 years teasing Malcolm for being a fat hairy virgin who no-one would ever fuck but now he had Jenny.
Malcolm headed down to London without Jenny and never mentioned her during the weekend. When Malcolm thought he was alone he called to check that Jenny was fine. Only problem was that Mark sneaked up behind him and heard every word of the call.
"Holding out on me eh?" Mark said. Got a picture of the desperate bird that would go out with you?"
"No," said Malcolm a bit too quickly.
"Yes you have, show me your wallet. The two had a playfight but Mark intended to win and wrestled the wallet free.
He appeared to nearly choke when he saw the picture of the gorgeous Jenny in her wedding dress.
"You must have some serious cash to have snared a babe like that."
"Well Mark, thanks for the insults," Malcolm said snatching back his wallet. "I will leave you to your squalid life of failure and head back north. Don't contact me again."
Mark smiled.
