This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidence.
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My name is Ronda. At the time of this writing, I am 58 years old. For most of my life, I have had very low self-esteem. Hell, more like NO self-esteem. Like most of the women in my family, I am big boned and about 5-6, with wide hips and generous boobs, and very coarse dark hair. Any thoughts I had that I might be attractive were crushed in middle school and high school.
Like other girls from working class families of that era, when I graduated high school I found a job, while the girls from the better-off families left for college. That summer I met my husband-to-be, and had my first experiences with sex. He was not overly long, but thick, and the first few times were painful, but I endured, not wanting to lose him. But, with time, I got used to it, and began to like it, a lot. I learned how to give a blow job, and we tried every position we could think of.
He was from a blue collar family like mine, a popular guy, more rugged looking than handsome. When we made love, he would indulge in a little foreplay, then would put on a condom and we'd have sex. Once we were done, he'd take me home. Sometimes, I would have an orgasm, but more often I wouldn't. But, I didn't know better, and was just happy to have a boyfriend. A year later, we got married in a simple ceremony, with a weekend honeymoon trip, then on Monday it was back to work.
Once married, he told me he didn't like condoms, and wanted me to get on the Pill. Being a good wife and wanting to please him, I did as he wanted and saw the doctor. Sex was even better without a condom, but once on the Pill I started to gain weight. Since my already big boobs got even bigger, he didn't mine at first, but later complained about my big ass, and it was all those insults from school days all over again. He'd still want sex if he'd had a few beers, and I could get him interested by playing with his cock, but things had changed.
I had two good sized babies, and I was never able to get rid of the weight. My belly was stretched and hung down over my crotch, my boobs were flat and sagged down on my chest, and I had big rolls under my arms and on my hips. Now he was really turned off, even disgusted, and things took a turn for the worse. He'd insult me in front of his friends, and would reject any advances I'd make. Sex only happened when he was really drunk, and I came to hate it. He was still a good provider, and I was happy raising two children, but there was a big hole in my life.
Once the kids were in school, I took a new job as a secretary at a small insurance company with about dozen employees. I had a knack for the job, and stayed on a people came and went over the years. One who stayed was a guy a few years older than me, one of the sales reps who visited the agencies around the state. He was very nice guy, with an absolute terror for a wife, and we became good friends. We often talked about our families, and our troubles. A few years ago, I felt like he was wanted to be more than a friend. Oh, he was still respectful, but I would catch him checking me out, and he'd often flirt in a casual way. He was very good looking, but I wasn't going to go after another woman's man, even if she didn't deserve him. But, the attention made me feel good, so I never called him on it.
I'll never forget the day I got the phone call from the hospital. There had been an accident, and my husband was in the ER. He was gone when I got there. I was In a daze for a few weeks, but friends and family helped me through it. Since it was a workplace accident, I received a generous settlement, which was good, because I also learned he had cut back on his life insurance. I had enough to get by, along with my pay from my job, but there a lot of things I had to learn to do on my own.
One day, a client came in and asked to see me. His name was Tim, and he was in the same group of guys that my husband had hung with. Tim was a big burly man, with close cropped red hair and a bushy beard. Everything about him was big, big arms, big hands, big barrel chest and belly, and a big personality. I had always liked his sense of humor. I walked up to the counter and got the usual greeting.
"Hey Ronda, how you doin'?"
"Oh just fine. How about you?"
"Can't complain, hell no ones cares if you do, right?" he said, followed by a booming laugh.
"Right." I laughed back at him. Then he turned serious.
"So really, you're doing okay?" I looked down, then back up at him.
"Yeah, I'm getting along. It's a big adjustment, but I'm getting it figured out."
"Well, if you need anything, you let me know. I'm serious, you need something fixed, need help moving something, anything like that, you call me. Okay?" I looked at him as he said this, and I could tell he meant it, it made me feel good inside.
"Okay, I will, I promise."
"Good, doesn't matter what it is, I'll help you out." Then he watched me put his number in my phone, gave me a wink, and left.
It was only a few days later, my car started, died and wouldn't restart. My brother and brother-in-law were both out of town, so I was stranded. I didn't want the expense of a tow to a shop on a Friday evening, and was getting upset at my predicament, when I remembered Tim. I knew he worked on cars, so I found his number and sent him a text. A couple minutes later, I got the response: on my way. Sure enough, a short time later his old pickup wheeled into my drive. He climbed out, wearing a pair of blue bib overalls with no shirt, asked me a few questions, and was soon under the hood with a light and tools. I wasn't any help, so went back in the house to do some things, and puttered around for a while. I glanced out the window, and Tim was no longer under the hood, so I walked to the back room and looked out that window. What I saw took my breath away.
Tim was behind the garage, taking a leak. He'd unfastened his bibs, and they hung to his knees, held out the way with one hand, while his other hand held his cock as it pissed a stream. It was big, real big, as thick as my husband's and longer. He finished his business, gave it a shake, and pulled up his bibs. Only then did I realize he had on no underwear. With my hand over my mouth, I watched him walk back to the front. Oh my, I thought, what a man. The vision of his thick, hairy body was still in my head. He wasn't ripped like the young contractors helpers I'd ogle, time had softened him, but he was still a big man, and I caught myself licking my lips. Easy girl, I thought.
"Ronda, I've got you going again. Can I wash up?"
"Sure. Right there at the sink. Can I pay you something?"
