Last week was our 15th wedding anniversary. It passed quietly, without much notice...just too busy and broke to really do much...and then we had a fight...and then we made up...and then we started being *really* honest. He tells me that he can smell pussy when a girl walks in the room, that he's thinking about eating pussy all the time, and that our good-but-routine sex life (quickie missionary sex) is richly supplemented by fantasy and masturbation...and I got hotter, wetter, and more turned on the more he confessed. I'm a closet freak, you see, sitting around thinking that eating me out was a chore for him and that quickies in between work and life were just...normal...and I started confessing, too...that I wanted to suck his cock while I got pounded from behind, that I loved to eat pussy too, and that nothing makes me hotter than being watched. As a BBW, I've always struggled with confidence and feeling sexy, so everything I wanted just came pouring out...and he was all in. This week, we've played and made time for me riding him on the couch, mid-afternoon in front of the picture window, grinding into him as he bottomed out in my slippery pussy; me giving him head, letting my tongue glide over the ridge of his circumcision scar and around the tip...until just before he came, and he jerked off with me still licking the tip until he came on my lips and down to my tits (it was delicious to rub his cum across my hard nipples); and we fucked long and luxurious and hard, until I came 4 times and he finally plowed into me, making me cum a 5th time. We haven't slept for more than 4 hours all week. It's been amazing, and liberating, and fantastic sex. Now it's time to make our fantasies real. We'd love to share our amazing sex with you! 😉
