"Another affair? I know that I've allowed you to sleep with other men, but this is too much. I feel like I'm married to the village bicycle."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, everyone gets a ride."
"Oh, please. I haven't slept around that much."
"Seriously? You were fucking other men on our honeymoon."
"It was just one other man, and you liked it. That well-hung lifeguard from the resort we were staying at in Jamaica. You loved seeing him stretch out my pussy with his huge cock. And you agreed to the whole thing. You said, 'We're young and in love, let's live in the moment.'"
"Yeah, too bad we were so busy living in the moment that we forgot about any protection or birth control. How do you think I felt when you gave birth to a Black baby?"
"Hey, you had your chance to put a baby in me and you missed it. You were so turned on, you could barely stop from cumming before you got in me. Actually, I think you came in your pants several times."
"Just twice."
"And the rest of your loads you dumped in my pussy...well, except for the ones that landed on my tits and thighs. Still, it's not my fault his sperm beat yours to the egg. And think of how I felt when I delivered the baby and it was clearly not my husbands. That was embarrassing."
"It may have been embarrassing to you, but it was humiliating to me. I could hear everyone whispering about how you had obviously cheated on me."
"Still, you've been a good father to Jaxon. And I did give you a child of your own."
"Yes, I appreciate you being faithful when we conceived Tabitha."
"Well, it's been 18 years now...I have a confession..."
"What? You mean Tabitha isn't mine either?"
"No, I'm sure she's yours. Well, 99%. But I wasn't exactly faithful. I did give a few blowjobs. And do some butt stuff."
"What?!"
"Look, it was hard making ends meet. We were in our early twenties, you were just getting your career off the ground, and we had bills to pay. How do you think I got the furnace fixed so cheap that one winter? And the new transmission for your car?"
"You're right. Money was tight for us then. I know you just had our family's best interests in mind. I suppose I should be grateful you kept your pussy for me in those years."
"Yep, no one else came in it. Well, unless they wore a condom."
"I can understand whoring yourself out to make ends meet. But then I got that big promotion after Tabitha was born, and you ended up pregnant by the neighbor. That wasn't necessary."
"Well, you were out traveling so much. I was bored at home, with two young children, and horny as hell. What was I supposed to do during naptime? Our next door neighbor was there for me, emotionally and physically. I just couldn't resist. It's your fault for neglecting my needs."
"Okay, okay. I'm just glad I got another job that didn't require so much travel. I wish I had gotten it sooner, though. You were already pregnant with another of his babies by then. It was pretty humiliating for you to have Irish twins with another man."
"I thought it wasn't possible to get pregnant while I was still breastfeeding! I guess I'm just super-fertile. It's a talent that comes in handy at times."
"Yes, my brother and his wife did appreciate you being a surrogate mother to their child, but I'm not so sure why he had to fuck you himself. Were the IVF fees really that much?"
"Hey, a penny saved is a penny earned. And I think he really earned his pennies. Only six months of trying every other day, and I was carrying a little nephew for you. And it's not like there wasn't anything in it for you. As I recall, we both enjoyed what your brother's wife could do with her tongue."
"Yes, that's true. Although I think you got more enjoyment out of what she could do with her strap-on."
"Hmmm...I'm not so sure. You seemed to be having fun. Come on, don't be so coy. You're not any less of a man because of it. A husband and wife should be open about their needs."
"Needs? Like you 'needed' to be fucked by a groomsman and your friend's wedding?"
"Yes, I needed that. I needed to have my self-confidence restored. Having five kids took a toll on my body. I went from a size 2 dress to a size 16. And the stretch marks--they showed up everywhere! Not just my belly, but also my boobs, my thighs, even my lower back. Did you know I cried the first time I had to go clothes shopping in the plus-size section? I felt like a ruined woman."
"I'm sorry, honey. I remember you use to wear all kinds of lacy lingerie, until you had to size up and you only bought plain panties and bras."
"It was hard finding sexy clothes sized for a larger woman."
"Is that why we went through that dry spell? We didn't have sex for over a year."
"Yes. My libido was just a strong as ever, but I didn't feel confident enough to dress up sexy or have sex with you. That all changed when my friend invited me to be one of her bridesmaids. Well, at first I felt as self-conscious as ever. I used to be the thin, athletic one of my fiend group, and now I was easily the fattest. Us wearing identical dresses just emphasized how much I had let myself go. And those dresses were perfect for skinny girls, but not flattering for me. The fabric was so clingy and shiny, it emphasized every roll on my big belly. Of course they were sleeveless too, so everyone could see the stretch marks on my thick, flabby upper arms. I'm sure I looked like a beached whale, and I felt absolutely miserable."
"You didn't seem miserable at the reception."
"Well, I had cheered up by then. It all started at the rehearsal, when I noticed one of the groomsmen checking me out. I mean, really gawking, undressing my with his eyes. I was a little offended at first because I felt like he was treating me like a piece of meat. But then I thought, what the hell. At least a piece of meat is desired. I was almost euphoric to know that there was a man who lusted after me."
"You didn't tell me any of this at the time."
"You wouldn't have understood. Anyway, I will admit I seduced him a bit. All during the rehearsal, I would pat my belly, or try to find an excuse to bend over and show off my fat ass. God, that dress was so tight on me, I'm surprised I didn't split a seam on it. Oh, yeah, that reminds me, whenever I was within earshot of the groomsmen, I would complain about how tight my clothes were and how I couldn't wait to get out of them. And during the rehearsal dinner afterwards, I made sure I was seated close to him. He was sitting at the next table over, so we couldn't really talk, but we could see each other and occasionally overhear snippets of each other's conversations. When they took my order, I looked straight into his eyes as I asked for two desserts. He probably got blue balls from watching me make a pig of myself that night."
"So, you didn't fuck him then?"
"The first night I had met him? No, what kind of girl do you think I am? Actually, don't answer that. Anyway, I had to get home to you, so there was no chance."
"I remember. You were up half the night with your vibrator."
"Yes, I thought I could control myself with masturbation and avoid cheating on you again. Don't say I never tried to remain faithful to you! But it was all in vain. I think that time with the vibrator only increased my horniness. I didn't even make it past the reception."
"I knew something was up when the two of you went to the bathroom together."
"Yes, he took me into one of the stalls, pulled my XXL panties to my cankles and fucked me up against the wall. It was so dirty and depraved, but it felt so good."
"I remember you were almost glowing. When you came up holding his hand and told me you wanted to go to the hotel room, you looked so happy I couldn't say no."
"Thanks for being such a good sport. And I think you enjoyed watching too."
"I don't think so. It was pretty humiliating to watch another man fuck my wife when I hadn't been intimate with her for a year."
"Well, the big semen stain on your pants when we were done told another story. I told you that khakis were too casual for a wedding. Maybe if you'd worn darker pants I wouldn't have found out how much you enjoy seeing me cuckold you. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I suppose you didn't know what you were getting into when you followed Dave--that's the groomsman's name, I didn't learn it until later--and me into the hotel room."
"I thought there might be a threesome, not a one-woman fuckfest."
"Ha! Your fault for just watching and not jumping in. I was so horny by then, I would have fucked every man in the hotel if they had lined up. But what ended up happening was a lot more intimate."
"Somehow, that made it even more humiliating. Like you might have feelings for him."
"Oh, honey, you'll always be the one I have feelings for. But I'll never forget the way Dave tenderly kissed me once the door was closed. He ran his hands through my hair and even stroked my blubbery arms. Then he unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. I felt so exposed, just in my underwear. I felt like he could see everything. How my belly stuck out farther than my boobs and even hung over my pubic region. With anyone else, I would have felt so exposed and humiliated. But Dave looked at me so lustfully, like I was his fertility goddess."
"I remember. He had a huge bulge in his pants. So did I."
"Then he took off my bra and held my boobs in his hands, hefting them and feeling their weight. When he dropped them--oh, the feeling of my saggy tits bouncing off my belly and then resting on it. Somehow, it turned me on so much. Everything about my obesity that I found repulsive he somehow turned erotic."
