"Honey, this is my coworker I told you about," - said Norton to the short fat pretty woman who came into the living room, - "remember, the one from the New Haven office?"
She looked lost for a moment, then snapped out of it and laughed. She had a good laugh. It made her cheeks dimple, and there was an adorable little gap between her front teeth. I found myself staring, captivated by that laugh.
"Your partner in crime? Nice to meet you, partner in crime! I am Maddie."
"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling, "I am Bill. What have you heard?" - I added with mock concern.
"She is just being dumb," - Norton said, clearly displeased, - "she thinks we are swindling the company. I told you literally a thousand times," he added, turning to his wife, "they give you a daily room and board allowance for business trips. How you spend it is your choice, you can stay in a hostel and eat at Burger King if you feel like pocketing the difference. So Bill here is staying with us and we are splitting his allowance. Is that so hard?"
Maddie's pretty, chubby, motherly face fell. She was no longer smiling.
"It was a joke," she said, "I am not that dense."
"Coulda fooled me," Norton grumbled, "Is the dinner ready?"
"Yes," she sighed. I felt a bit awkward.
At dinner Maddie wasn't in a very good mood. She seemed to be waiting for something. I wanted to see her smile again, so I tried chatting her up. Not very successfully. I learned that she volunteered a lot, was a prominent member of the local charity group and even had some political aspirations. But she was fidgety, and Norton steered the conversation to our work, so she must have felt excluded. She excused herself and left, going somewhere in the house.
After shooting the bull with Norton for a while, I felt like going to bed and he showed me to the guest bedroom. It was at the beginning of a long halfway, at the end of which was the master bedroom.
My thoughts drifted back to Maddie as I drifted off to sleep. She was not the type I would usually be attracted to: late thirties, easily 350 pounds or so, with a big belly that wobbled when she walked, a big ass and thighs. But there was that smile and there was something touchingly vulnerable about her, the way she opened up and then shut down. I wondered what would happen if I kissed her.
I must have fallen asleep. What woke me up was someone opening the bedroom door and hastily but quietly shutting it again. I got up and peeked out.
Maddie, dressed in a loose T-shirt and sleeping shorts, was tiptoeing downstairs, her thighs gleaming white in the semi-darkness. She had the house landline phone next to her ear.
Curiosity got the better of me. Ever so quietly, I lifted the headset of the house phone from the bedside table, pressed the mute button and listened.
"Just a moment," whispered Maddie apologetically, "I'll get to where I can talk."
"I'll wait," said a low male voice.
There was silence, except for Maddie's heavy breathing.
"Here," said she, "I am in the laundry room. I usually go to the guest bedroom, but we have a guest staying with us. I forgot and almost barged in. That would have been embarrassing."
"Wouldn't it," the man let out a chuckle. "Is the guest a man or a woman?"
"A man," she said, "a coworker of the spouse."
"Do you think he likes it when fat sluts knock on his door at night?"
"Oh," I thought to myself, "this is getting interesting."
"I am not sure," Maddie said as if being called a fat slut was nothing special to her... Well, maybe from this man it was not, "I don't think he likes fat girls."
"You have a pretty mouth," said the man casually; his accent was harsh and heavy, with blunt tones of Eastern Europe or Russia, but he spoke good English otherwise, "I am sure he would not be able to resist an offer of a blow job."
Maddie whimpered.
"What if I told you to go knock on his door right now?"
I felt myself getting hard. Apparently the sweet, fat Maddie, a community activist and a charity committee member, was some sort of a phone sex slave for a mystery man.
"Please no," she said, "I could get in so much trouble. What if he tells the spouse? This could ruin me!.."
"Touch your pussy for me," was the answer.
Maddie whimpered. Then moaned.
"Remind me," said the man, "when was the last time your spouse fucked you?"
"My spouse hasn't touched me since I got pregnant with my son, that was over eight years ago..." Maddie replied in a breathy, husky voice. Seemed like she was still touching her pussy.
"Yes, yes, I remember now. When was the last time you had a cock inside you, little married slut?"
"Over a year now... That was the older guy from tinder who would only let me suck his cock. And the one before him was the last guy to fuck my pussy, and that was about a year and a half... Mmmm... Fuck..."
"Keep touching, princess," the man's voice was gentle but firm, "tell me what you were thinking about today."
"When I drove Marshall to the softball camp this morning, there were these two young guys... Camp councilors, I think. Early twenties, really fit... I was wondering if they would let me suck their cocks if I asked..."
"Maybe they have a thing," said the man, "where they try and seduce the moms whose kids attend the camp..."
"There are much hotter moms there than me..."
"Nonsense," the man's voice sounded kind, "you are a nice looking girl. Pretty, in a nerdy way. And there is that wholesomeness about you. You are the quintessential suburban MILF. Nice and good and proper. Upstanding citizen, good wife and mother. Neglected and needy and grateful for any attention. Keep touching that pussy."
Whoever the guy was, he was good. And he seemed to have the poor chubby Maddie's number in more ways than one. I stroked my cock through my boxers. Maddie moaned and whimpered as she masturbated. If I knew where the laundry room was, I'd be there right now...
"Would they take turns with me?.." Maddie asked, "or would they fuck me at the same time?"
"They are good friends," the man replied, "they don't mind sharing. They would tell each other how tight your pussy is and laugh about how you squeal."
"I am just a slut for them. Just a couple of warm wet holes to be used..."
"They will slap your ass and thighs, and they will tell each other to make you jiggle. Now finger yourself."
