I never thought of myself as a chubby chaser or into bigger girls, until I suddenly was. It started my junior year of college when one of my housemates stopped by my room smiling and said he had to tell me something. The basics of it were that Amy, a girl who lived next door, was drunk and asked him whether or not I would want to have some no-strings-attached sex with her. He told me he obviously didn't think I was into chubby girls but that he told her he would find out, but he "warned" her that I wasn't a casual sex person. The last part of his answer, he said, was kind of an excuse so it wasn't about whether I wanted her or not.
Now to be honest, I had always been a fan of thick, white thighs, but had never really thought about being with a bigger girl. I told him I probably wasn't interested and figured that was that. However, I was in the midst of a dry spell, and here and there when I was masturbating, the thought of her creeped into my mind and was slowly beginning to turn me on. I had no plans to act on it though.
A few weeks later, he and were drinking next door with the girls who lived there. We were all pretty drunk, and at one point Amy told us she had a question for the guys.
"Would it turn you on if you walked into a room and a girl was masturbating?" she asked.
My buddy said no, but my mind began to picture the situation, with her, and I said, "Sounds pretty hot to me."
That was the end of that, and a drink or so later, it was time to go home. My buddy and I walked back to our house, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"You know now she's probably planning that for you," he joked.
I just shook my head and responded, "Remember, I'm not into casual sex, according to you."
We both started laughing and headed inside to our rooms. I was horny as hell and was already trying to decide what porn to watch in my bedroom. I hadn't even kicked off my shoes when my phone beeped. It was a text from Amy, and she asked if I was asleep yet. I told her I wasn't, and she responded by asking me if I could help her fix something really quick. I said OK and started back out the door. Another beep and a text not to knock on the front door because her roommates were asleep, just come in.
I did as instructed, and then headed to the first bedroom (her bedroom was first and the door was just a few feet from the door to the house). What I saw inside took my breath away. There was Amy, sitting at the head of her bead, completely naked, her legs spread, rubbing her pussy.
I could see a look of concern on her face that she just embarrassed herself. She didn't. It was so hot. Clothes never seemed to fit her right, something was always digging in to her, waistlines, bra straps, etc. It was like everything hit her in unflattering places. Naked, however, was a different story. She had gorgeous, smooth, white, thick thighs, and she was just so round, almost like one of those old renaissance paintings of a naked woman, back when chubby girls were considered hot.
"That is so hot," I muttered. Then with a smile I added, "But what needs fixed?"
She giggled, looked straight down at her pussy, and said, "This. I hope you brought the right tool."
Everything else was a blur. If you haven't been with a thick girl, you are missing out. And I understand it's not for everyone, but it's just so soft and full and curvy. There's so much to squeeze and to grab, and when I would pound her, there were these rippling waves moving through her upper things. Her stomach looked good on her back, just a little round. But when she was a little more folded up, she would get these lines across there, and while I never would have thought I would be in to it, I was. And somehow, I don't know how, but her thickness made her look more naked, more exposed. I can't explain it any better than that. And maybe it's just me, but tiny panties just seem so much sexier on a bigger girl, almost like they are smaller.
Anyway, we fucked like rabbits that night, both telling each other it was just for fun and didn't mean anything. But as we laid there after our first fuck, we both got horny again and it started all over. To make a long story short, I woke up there, which was quickly followed by another session. I should add that she gets loud during sex, talking, moaning, yelling. And it was 9am. If by some chance her drunk roommates slept through the noise last night, there was no way they missed it in the morning. So everyone quickly knew, and to be honest, we just wanted to keep fucking. By the next weekend, we had fucked at least once every day, and we just had no desire to leave each others' sides. We really did have a lot in common, we had always gotten along great, so without even talking about our status, it just kind of became clear that we were a thing.
Now 22 years later, we're married, have a house, good jobs, kids (who are in college), and the works, and have kept fucking like rabbits. One issue with the last part has been her low self-esteem due to her belief about her own physique. She pretty much only wears dresses now, which fit her much better and keep her looking sexy. She knows how hot I think she is, but as she says, I'm supposed to feel that way. She doesn't believe others find her as attractive. To me, she hasn't aged a day, and to be fair to her, she pretty much has the same body, even after kids. There might be a couple stretch marks, but she's built as she was when we first got together.
Now she's still loud in bed, and generally down for experimentation. I always had a little bit of a hotwife fantasy, and so I've kind of been using that to give her a boost. Generally, I blindfold her and tell her a stranger is coming in to fuck her, because he saw her and wants her so badly. Sometimes I make the person up and describe them, other times the stranger is someone real, someone we saw someplace, or even an acquaintance. One thing that seems to get her going a little more, is if the other person is black. I think it's a little bit the fantasy of a black dick, but also it's definitely not me if she's imagining someone black while she's blindfolded, so it's easier to feel someone else is turned on by her. Typically, it's just me fucking her, although I try to change the positions a little when I'm supposed to be someone else. When the stranger is black, I also use a dildo on her that is black, and just a little bigger than me. She really gets into telling me how much bigger he is and how much better he fucks her, and the whole thing turns me on as well.
Anyway, one weekend we were eating out downtown celebrating her 43rd birthday. We were playing our little game, checking out other guys and trying to figure out who was going to "come over and fuck her later." She just wasn't as into it. I think the idea of being a year older was getting to her.
"None of these guys would want to be with me," she said sadly.
"You're full of shit," I responded, "they're all checking you out when you aren't looking."
She smiled, gave me a meek thanks and we went back to eating. While enjoying the food, I was thinking about how I could turn this around and give her a great birthday.
After the meal I told her we were going to a bar, and we walked a couple blocks to a nice, newer bar that was kind of a combination pool/sports bar. It was nice, and for whatever reason it seemed to have a mostly black clientele. I figured, and I hope this doesn't sound racist, that there would be a better chance for a creamy white, thick, MILF like herself to get ogled there. Once we arrived, I realized how right I was. I should mention what she was wearing, which was slightly clingy floral print dress that went about midway down her thighs. She was getting lots of approving looks.
At one point when she was in the bathroom, I struck up a conversation with the guy next to me at the bar. His name was Trent. My wife and I had been drinking and I was feeling free with the information. I told him about Amy, and that I wanted her to feel wanted.
"No problem, man, your wife is hot.," he said. "How can I help?
"Maybe get a little flirty with her," I responded.
When Amy returned from the bathroom, I introduced them and they started chatting flirtatiously. At one point he paused, looked at me, then her, and said, "Your husband is one lucky man. He should be careful taking you out, he'll quickly get some competition."
"Bullshit," she responded. "He told you to say that."
"Nope," he replied. "Follow me and I'll prove it."
With that, he led us back to a room with a single pool table. There were two of his friends who had been impatiently waiting for him to get back and finish their game.
He introduced us, and when he got to my wife, he said, "Rob and Dave, this hot little thing is Amy."
They responded in kind to his words, complimenting her. She just rolled her eyes. We hung out with them as they finished their game, and they all started flirting with her. When their game was done, they asked if she would like to play a game. She nodded and they let her break, all three of them standing behind her, watching her ass as she leaned forward, hoping the dress would ride up a little more.
My wife is no pool hustler, and she had been drinking, so she didn't fare well. At one point, she only had one possible shot, and it wasn't one she could make.
Rob looked at her and said, "I tell you what. Make this shot and drinks are on me the rest of the night."
"What if don't?" she asked.
He looked at me, I nodded, and he said kind of sheepishly, "Then you let us get a look under your dress."
Amy mocked being offended, but you could see in her eyes that the request got her a bit excited.
"Ok," she said and lined up her shot, which of course she missed. I think she still thought they were just trying to help me make her feel better and headed back to me.
