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By BBW Lover (zooy10@yahoo.fr) Edited by Flying Fingers


Marge was 26 and already a big girl when John met her. After 10 years together, she had grown huge. It had been her large breasts and curvy ass that had first attracted him to her, but now she was enormous all over and it had reached the point that John was having trouble getting aroused enough to have sex with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it; in fact she was hornier now then ever, but her body just didn’t do it for him as it once had.

Although he sometimes felt bad about it and worried that she might find someone else, he knew she had become so embarrassed by her size that she would never go looking. He could sense her dissatisfaction and for the last few years their marriage had becoming strained.

Such was the state of affairs when Leon joined John's small company. Leon was a tall, muscular, black man five years John's junior. One morning about a month Leon had hired on, the two stood outside the building having a cigarette. As they were talking, a chunky white woman walked by on the sidewalk about twenty feet away.

Leon took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a perfect smoke ring. To John's surprise, Leon suddenly blurted out, "Oh, fuck me man, now that’s my kinda lady. Oh, yeah." When John expressed surprise, Leon confessed that he'd always loved his women big and meaty. His curiosity piqued, John asked him just how big.

Leon's gaze stayed on the woman as she moved away from them. "The bigger the better, my man." He took a final drag on his cigarette, flipped the butt onto the gravel driveway, then turned and looked John in the eye. "A big women can take my cock, all of it, the way no skinny bitch ever could....you know what I'm sayin'?" Then he grabbed his crotch and laughed. As they returned to the shop, John felt nervous and excited all at once.

For reasons he couldn't understand, John kept replaying that short conversation in his head for days afterward. When Leon invited John to a game of tennis at a nearby club, he eagerly accepted for the sole purpose of perhaps getting to see Leon naked. When the game was over, John found Leon already in the shower when he walked in.

Though he tried to control it, he couldn't help staring when he caught sight of the young man's huge cock. It looked to John as if it must have been 8 inches soft and hung between his legs like a long length of black rubber pipe. He had to tear his eyes away as Leon casually soaped himself, letting his big dick flop about.

That night he fucked Marge like a wild man, then repeated his performance the next night. Though he hated to admit it, by the weekend he was finally able to accept the fact that the reason for his sudden bout of horniness was Leon. Or, more correctly, the fantasies he was having about Leon and Marge together. Every time he had sex his wife, he pictured Leon fucking her and the thought got him so hot he would quickly explode.

Although Marge didn’t complain, she finally asked what was going on to suddenly make him so hot. For awhile, John didn't what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt conflicted, both aroused and repulsed, but he finally told her all about Leon, though for the moment he left out the details of him fucking her, the part that was actually driving his fantasies.

Now Marge became curious, asking what Leon's cock looked like. She laughed, not believing John when he told her how big it was. "Baby, I’m telling you, its like a bloody horse cock, you wouldn't believe it," he said. "I almost don't believe it myself and I saw the damn thing."

Two days later and another game of tennis followed by a shower. Leon spotted him looking and grinned as he grabbed his cock and held it out. "You should see this bad boy when it's hard, buddy," Leon smirked. "Find me a nice fat slut bitch and I’ll show you some time." He paused to look at John. "If you can handle it, that is." His words left John feeling uneasy, yet tingling all over.

After their second encounter in the shower, John went nuts, fucking Marge hard every night. It was during their third straight night of sex, while John was humping her, that she whispered in his ear. "Your thinking about him again, aren’t you?" He didn’t reply, just increased the speed of his thrusting.

She ran her tongue lightly against his ear. "You’d love to see me sucking his big black cock, wouldn't you baby? It's OK, you can tell me," she said gently. Her words pushed him over the edge and he came hard then, his orgasm intense and drawn out. Though no words had passed between them, he realized by his actions that he had revealed his true desires to Marge. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or frightened.

Afterward, Marge asked most of the questions as they lay side by side in bed and talked about it. She tried to reassure her husband, telling him sweetly that she understood that it was OK, even normal, to fantasize about all kinds of things. John lay on his back in the darkened room, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to stop himself and not really wanting to, he confessed to Marge about the conversation he had had with Leon at the shop and about how much Leon really loved big women.

Marge turned to face him, brought her head down and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Not big all over like me, honey," she said. "I think he probably just means busty women." But John told her no, and then described in detail the woman they had seen walking near the shop and the conversation that followed. Now it was Marge who suddenly became quite, lost in her own thoughts.

Two days later, without any warning, Marge showed up at the small machine shop that John owned. She walked over to where he stood, kissed him on the cheek and handed him a paper bag. "I brought you some lunch, sweetheart. Just as a little surprise," she said sweetly. "I thought maybe you could use a break from all the vending machine food." All the while she was talking to John she kept her head moving, her eyes scanning the shop floor.

He took the bag and thanked her, but he was concerned. Showing up at his workplace unannounced was something she rarely did, especially lately, and normally John would have been pleased to see her. But as he looked at her today, he just felt uneasy. And he quickly realized why. She was much more dressed up than usual for such a visit, and though he thought she looked nice, even kind of sexy, it aroused his suspicions. She was wearing a tight, dark blue skirt that showed off her wide hips and thick legs, along with a yellow top that John had never seen before. It too was tight, accentuating the sheer size of her breasts.

Leon was bent over a machine when she came in, but looked up when he heard the sound of a female voice. He walked over and calmly extended his hand to her. "Hello, you must be Marge," he said, smiling broadly at her. She shook his hand, holding it longer than she should have. Her eyes were locked on his.

"And you're Leon, I presume," she replied. John felt increasingly put out as the two stared at each other, ignoring him. Recognizing their immediate connection, John moved between them, hoping somehow to break it.

"Thanks for stopping by, baby, I’ll see you tonight." His tone of voice was dismissive, indicating that he wanted her to leave now.

Her eyes were still on Leon as she moved closer to her husband. She slipped her arm around his waist, brushing her large right breast against his midsection in the process.