This is a continuation of Claire's story. It may be best to read them in order.
Any thoughts or feedback would be appreciated.
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Claire couldn't remember the last time she had had the whole house to herself.
It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning in early spring. Claire and her family had no plans for the day; her husband had suggested a long walk with a picnic. Claire had agreed it was a brilliant idea, had happily offered to make and pack sandwiches, drinks and snacks into a rucksack, ensured everyone was dressed sensibly and then very firmly guided her family outside and waved them off from the front door.
Before they had even reached the end of their street she had locked the door, slid the security chain in place, closed the blinds and curtains in all the downstairs rooms and ran upstairs, her gorgeous BBW body bouncing up the steps.
A relaxing bath was the first order of business, her favourite music playing loudly throughout the house. Claire had quickly stripped herself naked before even starting to run the bath, enjoying the opportunity to walk about the house naked. Peace and calm.
Claire slowly sank into the water, idly flicking through a social media app on her phone. She spotted that one of her old school friends was celebrating a lockdown birthday, a group chat had been started about the perfect penis shape, someone was suggesting that "they" had faked the virus to make money buying and selling shares in a food delivery app, another friend was complaining that the travel restrictions had forced them to cancel a long planned anniversary trip to Vegas. Claire sighed; maybe next year would be better for everyone.
Claire found herself thinking about one of their anniversaries a few years earlier........
Claire and her husband both worked hard and did quite well, maybe not "trips to Vegas" well, but well enough to be able to afford a weekend away each year to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
This particular year their plans had them setting off on the Friday evening for a short city break about a short drive away from their village home. Claire remembered how she had felt a rush of excitement that Friday at finishing work, rushing home and quickly showering. She had dressed in a large, loose fitting summer dress, climbed into the passenger seat of her husband's car and called for him to hurry loading the suitcases as she checked her make-up in the mirror and selected a slightly dirty R&B playlist on her phone, turning up the volume and settling back in her seat.
They soon reached the motorway, her husband cruising just over the speed limit as they headed towards the city, Claire shifted and wriggled in her seat, slowly inching her sundress up and over her thick thighs and stomach rolls, her size not giving her much room to manoeuvre. She had decided to leave the house without underwear and now it was time to start teasing her husband for the coming weekend.
She innocently enquired if he would mind if she played with her pussy while he drove? A little bit? Just to pass the time? With no need for an answer she reclined her seat and started to caress one of her breasts through the fabric of her dress, her fingers gently searching out and pulling on her nipple, the other hand placed under her belly, suggestively moving up and down to leave no uncertainty about what was she was doing. Claire knew that her husband would be tortured knowing he needed to concentrate on driving, unable to watch or help his wife while she played. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the late afternoon sun on her face. It was possible that Claire was unaware of the view she was giving to drivers of the large trucks they were overtaking, sat in their high cabins, looking down at her through the glass as she passed them. It was also possible she knew exactly what she was doing.
It seemed that in no time at all they were pulling up in the parking area of their hotel. They checked in quickly, collected their key cards, stood awkwardly in the elevator with an elderly couple, and finally tumbled into their room, quickly discarding cases, bags coats and shoes.
Claire found herself almost thrown onto the large and comfy queen size bed. she helped her husband position her so that her head fell over the edge of the thick mattress, her eyes at crotch level. The perfect height she thought, these hotel guys really know what's important! She reached outwards to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers, grasping hold of his hard thick cock she guided the head towards and into her waiting mouth. Claire then opened her legs wide and pulled up her dress, reaching her hands down to start fingering her wet pussy and caressing her swollen clit.
Her mouth was full of his cock as he slowly started to move his hips in and out, his hands reaching out to pull the rolls of her belly towards him. He gave himself a perfect view of his sexy wife playing with her pussy.
Claire came first, moaning around his cock as her orgasm spread upwards through her body. Relaxing herself she moved her head backwards slightly which allowed her husband a better angle to push himself further into her mouth and deeper, into her throat. She gagged and choked as he pushed his full length in and out rapidly; knowing the glugging sounds she was making would drive her husband wild. It wasn't much longer before he tensed, his hands squeezing her breasts almost to the point of pain, pushing forwards as deep as he dared. His cock pulsed as he spurted out several thick ropes of his hot seed into her mouth and throat, groaning loudly with his release.
Claire continued to suck and swallow cleaning up the cum until his cock began to soften in her mouth.
Afterwards the couple cuddled together, laughing at their mutual horniness, enjoying their closeness, contentment, their love.
A while later they ventured out of their room in search of food and drinks. They were enjoying each other's company and the busy town, spending time walking hand in hand down the main streets, window shopping and reading the menus displayed outside the restaurants before choosing one they both agreed on.
Afterwards they stopped for drinks at a couple of the more interesting looking bars and returned at the end of the evening for a last drink at the busy hotel bar, they chatted more, watched the other hotel customers, kissed, cuddled and allowed themselves to fully relax before they retired to their room for more lovemaking.
The Saturday was a busy day, starting early they shopped, lunched, shopped again, and even spent a few hours in a casino, making a very small profit from some conservative gambling. They returned to the hotel to shower and change into their evening clothes before venturing back out.
Claire and her husband had been given recommendations for several bars which they visited after their meal at a well-reviewed restaurant, the drinks flowing freely and it was late when they returned to their hotel, stopping again for one final drink or two at the lobby bar.
They cuddled together at a corner table; Claire was fully relaxed and almost ready for her husband to take her to bed. They watched the other hotel guests: some attractive young men sat chatting around a large table, perhaps having travelled to the town for a football or rugby match; a middle-aged business man wearing a suit jacket drinking alone at the bar; other couples dotted around, heads close together, in whispered conversations; a slim lady in a red dress nursing a drink at the end of the bar, possibly on the game; and a large group of girls in the open area loudly talking and laughing, hens perhaps, or a works function of some sort.
Claire's husband held her hand tightly, they kissed, he then whispered in her ear, shocking her momentarily sober. She could, if she wanted, perhaps, maybe, if she would like to, see if they could find someone to come upstairs with them? She brushed off his suggestion with a laugh and pulled him to his feet. Time for bed she told him.
Upstairs she stripped herself as she walked through the door, kneeling up on the edge of the bed she leaned forwards and pushed her face into the covers, reaching her hands back around her wide rear to spread her cheeks apart, revealing her rosebud and the wet, open slit of her pussy. Her husband knelt on the floor behind her, his head at the perfect height, he loosened his shirt and started to unbutton it while leaning forwards and giving a long wet lick up and down her fat pussy lips, Claire moaned softly into the sheets as he pushed his face into her wet folds, licking around and inside her hole.
A short time later Claire's face was being pushed into the sheets as her husband roughly fucked her from behind, his hand gripping a fistful of hair. The room was full of loud, wet noises as his cock moved in and out of her well lubricated pussy, his balls slapping rhythmically against her clit where she was frantically working her fingers, She screamed her orgasm into the sheets and he pulled out of her in time to shoot cum all over her pale backside, Claire remained still for a while as her heart rate slowly returned to normal, enjoying the feel of cum slowly flowing down over her arsehole and down her pussy before dripping off the swollen lips onto the sheets......
The bathwater was almost cold by the time Claire climbed out, she had enjoyed her memories and was still feeling nicely aroused as she pulled a large white bathrobe around herself and made her way downstairs to the kitchen for some lunch.
Afterwards she sat relaxing in the conservatory, with only the white fabric of the robe hiding her curvy body from anyone who may look down from the footpath behind their house, Claire was switching between reading a trashy novel and looking out onto the garden.
As she enjoys this quiet time her mind begins to wander back to that day and she begins to idly imagine what could have happened if she had said yes to her husband's question........
They cuddled together at a corner table; Claire was fully relaxed and almost ready for her husband to take her to bed. They watched the other hotel guests: some attractive young men sat chatting around a large table, perhaps having travelled to the town for a football or rugby match; a middle-aged business man wearing a suit jacket drinking alone at the bar; other couples dotted around, heads close together, in whispered conversations; a slim lady in a red dress nursing a drink at the end of the bar, possibly on the game; and a large group of girls in the open area loudly talking and laughing, hens perhaps, or a works function of some sort.
