Hello everyone. You can call me ‘Jeff’. I’ll be writing a short introduction so that you can get to know me and understand a little better, why I wrote this, and who I am (Except my real name, location, etc. of course!) If you don’t have time for that BS just skip to the third paragraph.
First, I’m writing this out of some fucked up kind of frustration. I’m a little different, I need REAL porn. Or it just doesn’t work. REAL, not staged, not complete BS, not fake tits and fake orgasms, but REAL. Also, I can’t watch/read the same things over and over, if I’ve seen it, it won’t work again. So here I am, putting my true story out there, hoping it will inspire some of my fellow sick friends to post their stories. Some background: I am young, got married young. This, and maybe more depending on feedback, story(ies) is(are) about me and my Ex-wife. You can call her Susie. These are the real facts about our looks, starting with me. I’m 5’6”, about 240 give or take. The image in your head is of a lard ball right? Well I’m overweight, no doubt, but I’m not as fat as you’d imagine. I’m also fairly muscular and athletic for my size. I have short brown hair, full beard, in general pretty hairy all over. My ‘deal’ is pretty much exactly 6” and bigger around than 2 of my fingers, but not quite as big as 3. My ex-wife was 5’10 and 160-170. Her measurements were 36-24-38. No, I promise you fellas, I’m not lying. I know its hard to believe, but it’s real. Her tits were THE BEST DD’s I have ever seen. SERIOUSLY. “were” because after our 3 kids those nips just aint right anymore fellas…. Her pussy wasn’t the lips close together type, but the lips spread, like a flower, type. Average ‘tightness’. She also had brown hair, usually shoulder height. Now I’ll answer the question in your head, “How the fuck did you land a girl like that?”. Well fellas, She was a ‘but-her-face”, she kinda looked like a man, wont lie. And she had horrible teeth. Story time.
I have a friend, call him John. John was my age. One day John’s dad got kicked out by his old lady. It was winter, winter is very cold here. John asked me and Susie if his dad could stay with us, we said sure. John stayed in our extra room for about a month. We got to know each other and became friends, or so I thought. That following summer John’s dad, lets call him Paul, got me a job at the factory where he worked. He worked 2nd shift, but I worked 1st. My wife and I had troubles early on. 1 month in I caught her sending pictures of herself masturbating, along with extremely detailed ‘sexting’ to a family friend. A family friend that was in his 40’s. This was how I discovered she liked older men. That was also the first time we discovered something. Even though what she did disgusted me to my very core, and hurt me very much; It excited me just a little. It also angered me. When I started to pack my things, she begged me to forgive her, then she started to kiss me and I knew she wanted me. That was the first time I ever fucked her out of anger, It was also the first time I went ONLY into her ass, no pussy play, no oral. Straight into her ass, for 45 minutes of ‘punishment’ and we both loved it.
One Sunday night Paul came over to drink. I went to bed early as I had to be up at 3:30 to go to work. When I awoke, they were still awake drinking. My dumb ass didn’t think anything of it. I went to work, when I came home after 12 hours, she was acting weird. She acted strange all week. On Friday I looked at her phone and saw messages between her and a girlfriend, talking about how she cheated. When I confronted her she admitted it, but refused to say who with. My dumb ass still didn’t get it. I asked her for a divorce yet again. She left to stay at a friends. That Sunday, she asked if I could come over and talk. We ended up fucking in her bathroom, then I invited her over for the night. It was that night, when I was punishing her (anal) that I asked her what happened. She told me the truth.
Almost immediately after I left for work, she had to pee. When she left the bathroom, there Paul was. He looked her up and down, and then grabbed her ass as she walked by. Instead of getting angry, she said in a flirty voice ‘you’ll get us in trouble’ and smiled. I don’t think she realized what that did in his mind. When she got near our kitchen island he grabbed her by the ass cheeks and picked her up, he could easily feel her through her pajama pants. He placed her on the island and kissed her. She resisted at first, but then he pushed himself between her legs and she got more involved. He felt up her tits through her spaghetti strap tank-top (no bra). She turned her face away and they stopped. She walked to the other side, between our island and our table when he caught her from behind. She immediately felt his large bulge on her ass. He squeezed her tits and put his hand in her pants. He could feel she was wet. She told me she meant ‘please stop’, but all she got out was ‘please’. At that moment he bent her down onto the table. There she was, lying there, huge tits pressed against the table, trembling. She didn’t say anything. She heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper. He pulled her pants down just above her knees. This was it, she knew what was about to happen. She felt his head (which she swore was almost as big around as a soda can) rub on her pussy. He eased himself in. She gasped. He then thrusted in and out slowly, but then more steadily. He brought her torso up to him, and peeled her straps down so that he could feel her up cleanly. There he was, fucking my wife while he felt her massive DD’s up bare in my kitchen. He then pushed her back onto the table more forcefully. Her bare tits now on the cold table, She heard him slip his pants all the way off. Then, in one smooth motion. He used one foot to take her panties and pajama pants down to her ankles, and the other to spread her opposite leg out. Now there was no resistance, he was all the way deep in her, bottoming her out. Her best guess was 9 inches. It was then that he started pounding the living hell out of her. He held a hand over her mouth while the other pulled her hair. Her huge tits swinging, his massive balls bouncing on her pussy. He had pounded the table up against the wall, then kept on going for quite a while until finally he lunged forward harder than ever 3 times. Each time she felt all his leg muscles contract and his huge cock pulsate. Filling her swollen little pussy with his massive load. She was horrified for a second. Until she remembered Paul telling us about his vasectomy. Every day that week, while I was at work, he would walk in, and help himself to her. No asking, no foreplay, no mercy. His own little cum-dumpster whore.