Bbw Causes a Distraction

Note: This an actual loving wife/husband story with fantasies. A nice story about fucking. If you are looking for hotwife, swinging, or sharing, this is not in that category.

I stretched and yawned as I woke up early on Saturday. I grabbed my phone to check the weather, and let out a sigh as I saw what the day had in store. It was going to be hot and incredibly humid, and we had a ton of yardwork to get done.

Everyone knows how hot and humid the South gets, and there is the famous dry heat of the Southwest, but the Midwest cooks up a special kind of hell June-August. Insanely high humidity and high enough temps, with little to no breeze. No coastal breeze or desert wind for us, we just boil. This was going to be one of those days.

"Might as well beat the heat", I thought to myself as I got out of bed, leaving my husband sleeping peacefully under the ceiling fan. I made my way to the kitchen and opted for an iced coffee as I planned out the day. I got a couple of steaks out of the freezer and checked to see if we had a good amount of bourbon. We were going to need it after today!

Deciding to start with the flowerbed weeding, I pulled on a tight tank with a built in sports bra and some light weight athletic shorts. As a plus-sized woman, this isn't something I would wear out, as it was way too revealing of my curvy figure. But we live on 5 acres and I needed to stay cool as I worked. The top was really tight on my tits, squeezing them up and out near the deep V-neck. I gave my self a quick once over, noting how good the top made my boobs look, and headed out to the front bed.

My hubby made his way out about an hour later, and I was already sweaty even though it was still cool by the day's standard. He brought me an ice water and stared hard at my chest as I gulped it down. I laughed at him and told him to get to work. We both grabbed a quick protein bar for breakfast and he started in on cutting up two dead trees that were about to fall.

We finally took another break around noon, making up some cold deli sandwiches and enjoying the AC in the house. The chainsaw had worked through both main batteries and the back-up, and finally threw the chain as it gave it's last hurrah. Hubby told me that the rest of his afternoon was going to be organizing in the garage, notably organizing in front of the industrial fan he had going.

"Well, then this is a good time for me to get on the mower. I'm ready for a sitting-down job", I laughed.

He got the zero-turn out for me and I started mowing the sunniest part of our land. If I had to be out in the heat, at least I could keep my tan going!

A few passes into the job, I got to an extra rough part of the yard. A tree trimming crew had left a bunch of ruts this spring, and we missed our chance to roll them out. The mower rumbled over the bumps and I had to laugh as my tits bounced and jiggled with the motion. Good thing the tank top was tight, or I would have spilled out, plus it would not be great for my neck and back.

We do live out towards the country, but we are on a main road that has high traffic. We are far enough back that it doesn't bother us, so I wasn't even thinking about the road as I mowed and bounced my way across the yard. I glanced up just in time to see a landscape truck slowly moving past, and the driver's eyes were not on the road! In an instant, that pick-up was nose first into the ditch, taking out the neighbor's mailbox and slamming into a huge landscape boulder.

Four guys climbed out of the truck, thankfully unhurt because of the slower speed the driver was going. The driver was a hot Hispanic man with cut muscles rippling under his crew t-shirt who was currently adjusting his pants and clearly trying to hide an erection! The rest of the crew consisted of another hot Hispanic man, a tanned white guy with surfer vibes, and a gorgeous black guy who introduced himself as the business owner. Good lord, these guys should be the models for every landscaping business out there.

My hubby came out of the garage with several bottles of water to pass around as the guys all assessed the damage and I called the neighbor to tell them about the mailbox. They were out of town for a few weeks and we were watching their place. I left a message and walked back to the guys, noting that every one of their eyes went right to my tits. As I was half naked in this tank top, it didn't surprise me. My hubby chuckled beside me, he had seen it too and was always appreciative of it.

Other than the mailbox, all of the damage seemed to be body work and cosmetic and the truck was fully driveable. The business owner left his card and said that they would be back out during the week to fix the mailbox. They left after a round of handshakes and several more not-so-subtal glances at my chest.

It was getting later in the day, so hubby and I decided it was a good time to call it quits. I headed to the shower as he finished up outside. Now listen, I'm happily married and I'm not going to fuck around on my husband, but there is nothing wrong with fantisizing about fucking other guys. And I could not stop doing that! I finished my shower with the thoughts of how big their cocks might be. I poured our drinks as I thought about their various shades of brown hands on my white tits. I seasoned the steak and prepped the potatoes while I imagined my mouth around their dicks and them pounding into me.

Enough was enough, so I met my husband coming out of the shower and went straight to my knees, sucking him right into my mouth. I was rewarded with his rapidly hardening approval as I stroked him and swirled my tongue around his tip, softly massaging his balls and enjoying the first taste of precum from his dick.

He grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth down onto him, I could take most of his length, but his thickness has my mouth very full.

"I know what this is all about, I know you have been thinking about those guys fucking you. Baby, the way they stared at your tits, tonight they are all going to be fantasizing about cumming all over them. And they should. Fuck, you feel good, babe" my husband growled out.

He pulled me to my feet and buried his face in my tits as he slid a hand down my full tummy to my slit. He slipped a finger into me and found me drinched as I stroked his cock and pressed my chest into him. We headed out to the bedroom, kissing and touching all the way, falling onto the bed in a tangle of thick bodies and limbs. I ended up on my back and he wasted no time in burying his dick deep inside me.

"Are you thinking about my dick being a long, dark rod, nailing you hard?" I really was, I pushed my hips up into him, imagining a black cock filling my pink pussy. He pounded me in a perfect rhythm and I fell into the sensations of his body on mine. He pulled out of me and I instantly missed his fullness until his mouth found my clit and his hands found my breasts. He worked me with his mouth as he groped and squeezed my huge tits, and it didn't take much time for my first orgasm to rock through me as I imagined rough brown hands exploring my body. My husband slowed his pace, kissing my thighs as he moved up the bed. I turned and got my mouth on him again, loving the taste of me on his cock. He groaned as he thrust forward into my face, loving the feel of my lips. I pulled off of him and turned again, offering up my pussy for him to take from behind. He put one foot on the floor for leverage, his knee on the bed, and worked into my pussy slowly, as if savoring every inch. God knows I was loving every inch of his slow slide, imagining the rock hard cock of that surfer dude plunging into me. My hubby picked up the pace, and was soon fully fucking me, fast and hard as if he couldn't get enough. I leaned forward, spreading my legs more and angling my cunt up to him, allowing him to thrust so deep into me. His pace was relentless and amazing, and I pictured that black cock so deep in me, a smooth brown cock thrusting into my face, and hands groping me all over. I felt his cock start to spasm as he moaned, and another orgasm shot through me, making me scream out as he emptied his cock into me, ramming hard with his last thrusts.

We fell forward onto the bed, both of us giving a happy, exhausted sigh as we wrapped our arms around each other. We laid kissing and slowing our breathing unril we were both nearly nodding off.

I woke myself enough to ask him if my fantasizing bothered him, even though I knew the answer.

"No, never. Fanatsies are just that, and at the end of the day, I'm the guy who gets to fuck you senseless. I fantasize too, but, babe, its always your tits. Always."

I giggled as I roused myself to head to the bathroom, knowing how damn lucky I was. I knew exactly who I was going to hire for our landscaping needs in the future.