College Buddys Wife

This is the seventh story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Cathy

Two of my closest friends from college - Greg and Nick - each live about two hours from me, although in different directions. We try to get together four or five times a year, to play golf or watch a bunch of football together. Usually, we meet at Greg's place because he lives in a really fun small town with lots of great bars, and his wife loves to have us over and cook for us and laugh with us and relive old times.

Greg met his wife Cathy in college, and they've been together since they were freshmen. Over the years since they've been married, Greg had gotten very fat and lazy, drank all the time, and was kind of a slob. He was a mess, and all indications were that their sex life was pretty lame because she was kind of disgusted by him.

Greg invited Nick and I down on a Saturday one fall to spend the day watching football in his favorite bar. I had been separated about a year and a half or so at the time and my divorce had just become final, so I decided it was a good way to celebrate.

Nick always got there before I did, since he didn't have young kids anymore, whereas I always had several soccer games to attend on fall Saturdays. Greg and Nick liked to get to the bar early, like, when it opened at 11, so Cathy would normally drive them to the bar, then come home to wait for me, then drive me to the bar.

In college, Cathy ran with a group of five other girls, three of whom I had slept with at various times over those four years. They were among the handful of girls that had given me the nickname "Q" a play on the words "cucumber" and "cue ball." One of these girls, Susie, was a regular booty call for me in college - we'd hook up frequently when we were drunk.

I had hooked up with Susie once in the waning days of my marriage, just for drinks, and she told me at that time that, during a recent college girls reunion weekend, of course they were talking about sex (girls are worse than guys when it comes to this) and the topic of me and my dick came up.

The three in that group that I had slept with reminisced about my dick and in particular my large loads, and Cathy said that Greg had these little tiny loads, but since he was the only guy she had ever been with, she assumed that was normal. Cathy also confided in them that she'd always had the hots for me, and if she ever got the chance, she'd jump my bones. I laughed when Susie told me this, and chalked it up to drunk chick talk.

Cathy had always been the chubby type. You could call her fat and it might or might not be a stretch, but chubby was a more accurate term. Short with really big tits, and a nice shape even if it was a bit larger of a shape. She wasn't either ugly or pretty, she was maybe slightly above average, but sexy in her own way.

On this particular Saturday visit, I was expecting to leave home around noon and get to Greg's around 2:00 p.m., but my daughter's second game was cancelled at the last minute, so I was able to get on the road 90 minutes early. I texted Greg to let him know, and he said he'd let Cathy know.

Greg and Cathy lived in a very nice neighborhood, a nice house with four bedrooms, three baths, typical upper middle-class place. I pulled up and saw Nick's car out front, but none in the driveway. Then I let myself in the house as we always did. No knocking or anything was ever required and the door was never locked.

I stepped in and said "hello", but heard no answer. I thought maybe Cathy was on her way back from taking them to the bar, so I trudged up the stairs with my bag to my bedroom.

Greg and Cathy started their family early, and his kids had been out of the house for a few years, so they basically had three guest rooms. Nick always slept in the first bedroom, and me the second, and we shared the hallway bathroom.

When I drive more than an hour or so, I always wear a tee shirt and gym shorts, no underwear, with flip flops, just for comfort, and I wanted to change into a golf shirt and nicer shorts once I arrived.

So, I stepped into my room, kicked off my flip flops and stripped off my tee shirt.

Grabbing my toiletry bag, I headed for the hall bathroom, intending to brush my teeth and freshen up a bit. The bathroom door was closed, which, looking back, should have struck me as odd, but it didn't, and I flung the door open.

Imagine my surprise to find Cathy standing in the bathtub, naked except for her earbuds, having just stood up to get out of her bath. Foamy bubbles clung to her huge breasts and slowly dripped off.

I froze, and she froze. Normally you'd imagine the man quickly averting his eyes and running out with a slew of apologies, and the woman screaming as she covered her naked body. But for a full five seconds, we just stood and stared at each other, my eyes mesmerized by her huge tits dripping with bubbles.

I finally looked at her eyes and snapped out of my trance.

"Cathy, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were even home, I'm sorry," I mumbled as I backed out of the bathroom.

"Phil," she said. "Wait."

I looked back and she was wrapping a towel around her body and was stepping out of the tub.

"It's not your fault, I didn't know you were coming early and I wouldn't normally use this bathroom. Our tub is out of commission while we have the bathroom remodeled."

I turned to face her, and it was obvious that I wasn't wearing underwear. My cock had started to stiffen, and the outline of it was clear through the material of my gym shorts.

Cathy noticed.

"Oh my, look at you" she said, stepping closer to me.

She ran her fingertips along the shape of my shaft in my shorts.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and said, "OK, might as well see what all the fuss is about."

Cathy dropped to her knees and pushed me back against the vanity. Grabbing the waistband of my shorts, she pulled them down and off, my cock springing up and almost hitting her. She grabbed my cock in her hand and squeezed it.

"Jesus Christ," she whispered, bringing her other hand up to squeeze as well. She pumped my cock with both hands while she stared right at it.

I wasn't sure her intentions, and as much as I enjoy a good hand job, here she was on her knees in front of me, so in my mind, the natural course of things would be for her to suck my cock, so I said, "open your mouth."

She looked up at me, our eyes met, and she opened her mouth. Now fully hard, I pushed the head of my cock past her lips and into her mouth, and she continued to work me with both hands. Her oral game wasn't the greatest, but the situation was hot, and her hands felt good. Watching my cock going in and out of my friend's wife's mouth was blowing me away, no pun intended.

I reached down and ripped the towel off of her body, unleashing those big tits. I reached down to squeeze them and pinch those giant nipples for a few minutes. Then I moved my hands to the back of her head and tried to force my cock further into her mouth.

I taunted her a bit.

"Your slutty friend Susie can take my whole cock into her mouth, she doesn't need her hands, and she can swallow my whole load. But your friend Deb, did she tell you how I came in her mouth and it shot out her nose? I hope you're ready, because I'm gonna come soon and it's gonna be a lot, not some weak ass load like your husband."

She never slowed her pace, and in fact increased it a bit. With a grunt I filled her mouth with cum, and as she struggled to take it all, I could see some leaking out of the corners of her mouth. It wasn't my biggest load because I had jerked out my big morning load a few hours earlier, but it was still a bigger load than she'd ever had.

She swallowed as best she could, managing to get most of it down.

When I was done throbbing in her mouth, she released my cock.

Looking up at me, she said, "Holy shit, that's a lot of cum."

I laughed and said, "I tried to warn you!"

As she stood up and wrapped her towel back around herself, she said, "The girls weren't lying, that's a serious dick you've got there "Q." I can't believe Susie could take it all in her mouth and inside her, she's barely five feet tall."

Just then our phones buzzed at the same time, a group text from Greg telling Cathy that I'd be coming earlier than expected.

Haha ooopps, a little too late.

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We cleaned ourselves up and Cathy drove me to the bar. No more words were spoken about the blowjob, it was like nothing happened. We chatted and laughed like the two old friends we were.

Greg and Nick were two sheets to the wind already when I got there. These guys still drank like we did in college, whereas I'd slowed down both due to age and health reasons. I didn't like being shit faced drunk. So, I ordered Vodka and soda, but secretly told the bartender to only put vodka in every third drink. By contrast, Greg and Nick pounded beers and shots like they were 21.

Don't get me wrong, I always had a blast and we laughed as hard as we always do at the same stupid jokes and stories, I just didn't need to get totally wasted to have fun anymore.

By seven or eight o'clock, these guys were toasted and the bar staff had had enough of them too. Cathy had come back to the bar around six to have a drink and catch the end of our shenanigans, then drove us back to Greg's house. We sat around for a few more hours sipping beers and watching the late games, but eventually Greg excused himself to go to the bathroom, and that was the end of him. That was his way of saying goodnight without saying it.

Cathy went to check on him and confirmed what we all knew - passed out face down on their bed, dead to the world for the next 12 hours.

By now it was about ten, and we'd all had enough. Nick went to his room to crash; he'd be passed out in five minutes too. Cathy disappeared into her room with Greg snoring like a banshee, and I retired to my room as well.

A half hour later, I was still awake, scrolling through my phone checking all the scores from the day. I heard my door open, and was surprised, but not really, I guess, to see Cathy step into the room. She didn't say a word, I have no idea if she was expecting me to be awake or not, but she saw that I was and crossed the room toward my bed.

Standing next to the bed near my head, she pulled her night shirt up over her head and off, remaining there while I looked over her naked body.

Like I said, Cathy was chubby. Plump even. Fat would be a stretch. But she was sexy because she was shapely and had huge tits, the biggest I had ever had my hands on.

As if waiting for instruction, Cathy watched as I moved from my somewhat sitting position, and slid down so that I was flat on my back. She understood, and climbed onto the bed, planting her pussy on my face. (I was assuming/praying that she didn't somehow wake Greg before this and coax a load out of him.)

Cathy's pussy was like the rest of her - plump - with meaty lips that were already wet. I'd guessed that she probably was in bed next to Greg fingering herself while she pondered whether to come in and see me.

She was all in now, rubbing her juicy pussy lips across my lips and grinding hard on my mouth, my tongue reaching way up inside of her. She bucked like a bronco as she rode my face, ultimately grabbing my hair with both hands and shuddering to a stop, her orgasm evident in her movements.

In the meantime, I had worked my shorts off and was fully hard. Cathy was in a bit of a daze as she came down from her orgasm, so she didn't notice that I had taken my shorts off and was scooting her down my body. She became aware of my cock at the entrance of her pussy just as the head parted her lips, bringing her out of her trance.

Cathy tried to resist, whispering to me, "Go slow. You're gonna rip me in half and I'm gonna wake Greg and Nick."

I ignored her. As I like to do, I lifted my hips and drove my cock up into her, holding onto her hips and pulling her down on me forcefully. Once my cock was buried eight and a half inches up inside her though, all resistance was lost and Cathy moaned loudly like a bitch in heat. I briefly worried about waking the gang, but my dick was in charge at this moment.

Cathy sat up straight and once again rode me like a horse. I now had full access to those big tits, and I took advantage. Grabbing each with one hand, I squeezed and pulled the nipples, then let go to watch them bounce up and down as she humped me. She fucked me for all she was worth, and as I sensed her starting to come again, I flipped her over and started pounding away.

I grabbed her little feet and spread her legs wide, assaulting her pussy and watching those big tits flop all over the place. Getting her knees locked behind my elbows, I leaned forward and exposed her completely, her plump pussy lips gripping my cock as I pounded her fat pussy. She was gurgling and moaning as I jack hammered her, and I let loose a load that filled her completely as it squished out around my cock.

When I was spent, I dropped her legs and rolled off of her, landing next to her out of breath.

Cathy rolled over to look at me and said, "I wasn't planning to let you fuck me, but I'm glad I did. And now I want more."

I responded, "Well, you probably weren't planning to blow me this morning either. Plus, once you sat on my face, your plans were no longer my concern."

We laughed, and she grabbed her shirt and left the room.

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The next morning, I woke fairly early as I usually do. Cathy was up too, as neither of us had had a ton to drink and were not hungover. We had coffee together at the breakfast bar in her kitchen and again, chatted like nothing had happened. I was in the same gym shorts and tee shirt from yesterday, and she was in her unflattering grandma pajama bottoms, but wearing a tank top that barely contained those massive mammaries.

Normally, I would have left after the cup of coffee, preferring to get on the road by seven or so and be home by nine. I knew from past experience that Greg and Nick slept in the next day, as Greg would always text me that he woke up hungover.

But I decided to hang around a bit on this day.

Boldly, I said to Cathy, "I really like those big tits of yours. Let me see them again."

She looked at me and pondered for a second, then left to go upstairs. She came down a minute later (after checking to see if the boys were still passed out), stood in front of me and pulled her tank top town under those fat tits. Pushing them together with her hands, Cathy shook them back and forth, jiggling them for me, to my delight.

After a minute of this, she stepped toward me and pushed those big tits into my face, and I rubbed my face back and forth between them, motor boat style, and then I grabbed them and started licking the nipples.

Cathy pushed me away and said, "Go sit on Greg's chair," pointing to his favorite recliner where he spent the majority of his time. I followed her instruction and sat down, and she dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down. Cathy gave me a couple long licks and a few head bobs, then gathered a wad of spit in her hand and rubbed my shaft to lube me up. She then removed her tank top and began to slide my cock up and down between her tits. My cock essentially disappeared between the flesh of those big mounds.

"Tell me when you're about to come," she said. "I want to swallow your cum again."

"OK, but it will even more than yesterday," I warned.

"I'm ready," she said with a smile.

A minute later and I was on the verge.

"I'm gonna come. Now!"

Cathy clamped her mouth on the head of my cock but didn't take more than the head, allowing plenty of space in her mouth to collect the first few shots, swallow, then gather the rest similarly. I heard her gulping and her throat muscles contracting as she sucked my fluids into her belly.

When she was done, I went to kiss her, but she stopped me.

"No kissing," she admonished me. "Too personal."

I laughed to myself. She sounded like a prostitute. Busting three nuts in her over the course of 18 hours isn't personal, but kissing is. OK then.

I hung around another few hours, and eventually Greg and Nick woke up.

Cathy made us all breakfast as Nick and I prepared to leave.

I asked Greg what his plans were for the rest of the day, and he slapped Cathy's ass and said, "Hoping to get laid."

I laughed and said, "Good luck, enjoy my sloppy seconds."

We all had a good laugh as this was common banter between us, but little did he know.....

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A week later, I heard from Cathy, who asked when I was coming to visit again. Our first encounter was in late September, and normally I come back down in January for a day of watching playoff football.

But Cathy apparently couldn't wait until then. She wanted me to come visit again and have a repeat of the prior week. Apparently after the prior week, her sex drive was re-awakened, but Greg was useless sexually, having gotten quite fat and out of shape over the years and disinterested in sex.

It would be odd for me to visit within a few weeks of my prior visit, and even more so to visit without Nick being there as well. That was how we rolled, and had for years. I reminded her as much.

But Cathy was scheming.

"I'll tell Greg that I want to fix you up with a friend from work, and then when you get here, I'll tell you that she had to cancel, but you'll stay and hangout anyway since you were already here."

I pondered this. It was fun to fuck her under the prior circumstances, with her husband passed out drunk, but a special two-hour trip didn't seem worth it.

Plus, how would we pull it off? Last time, I surprised her in the tub when I arrived early, with her husband already at the bar with Nick, and later that night, she snuck into my room and fucked me after the others passed out. In the morning, I fucked her big fat tits and came in her mouth again while her husband and Nick slept off their hangovers.

The dynamic would be different with just me there. Greg and Nick wouldn't have their normal head start at the bar, and since I'm not a huge, pass-out-drunk drinker, Greg probably wouldn't get super hammered either.

Cathy had the answer.

"He's planning to play golf with a group of guys he met at his new job. He'll be gone by seven and not back until probably one o'clock. The weather looks ok Saturday so they'll definitely play. You can come in the morning and we'd have three or four hours."

Sounded like a solid plan. But again, was it worth it. Fucking my buddy's wife in his own house was taboo and a dick move for sure, but I had done it once, so that wasn't really the issue. The issue was - why? Why take the time to drive two hours each way for a chubby piece of ass? I get plenty of hot ass at home, including my nineteen-year-old neighbor who was fucking me almost daily. Why risk it?

Easy answer - because I can!

I had leverage here, so I wanted her to tell me why she wanted me to come back so quickly.

"What's the rush," I asked. "I'll be back in a couple months, and we'll probably have the same opportunity as the last time."

"Because I realized after you left that I hadn't been fucked good in a long time, and now I want more. Greg hardly touches me anymore, and when he does, he's about half hard. He can't even fuck me from behind because he's so fat and his dick is about half the size of yours. And with my big ass you need a big dick lol."

"OK, I'll come, but here are my conditions. First, we play by my rules. I don't like to be told 'no'. Got it?"