A slow, easy smile formed on his lips. “I’ll always be needing you, Cathy. You’re my muse.” He leaned over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “How about I take you to dinner? To say thanks.”
Cathy returned his smile. “I’d love to, but let me get out of this outfit first.”
The hot look James gave her heated her blood to boiling point.
“OK, but you might be needing it later.”
Meeting My Husband Again
by Deva Shore
I was nervous. It had been nearly two years since I’d seen my husband, and a lot had happened since. As I stood at the dock waiting for his ship to come in I thought back to the last time I’d stood here – only that time I was waving him goodbye.
‘I wish I could be here with you when the baby comes,’ he’d said.
‘So do I, darling. But we can’t change the war, can we?’ I’d wept.
‘I’ll miss you,’ he said, looking deeply into my eyes.
‘Me too. Be careful,’ I said tearfully into his neck, as his hand came around to pat my stomach.
‘Who knows,’ he chuckled, ‘maybe you’ll get those breasts you’ve always wanted when the baby’s born.’
We kissed passionately as I clung to him, praying this wouldn’t be the last time we’d see each other.
I got those breasts and more. I went from a size ten, with small breasts, hips and thighs, to a large eighteen. I’d grown all over and I was terrified he wouldn’t love me any more.
We’d had an amazing sex life. John was always randy. Loved sex and showing me off. Whenever we went out he loved nothing more than to see me in a super-mini skirt, bare midriff and tight T-shirt. He loved guys whistling at me and said there was nothing wrong with them looking as long as they didn’t touch.
All my friends were jealous of my stick-like figure but me, well, I would have preferred bigger breasts and more rounded hips. I’d looked at my friends enviously, wishing desperately for their curves, finding it ironic that we were never happy with what we had.
But now I was. I had no intention of losing any weight. I felt sexy and alive, never more feminine. I only hoped John would feel the same. So it was with shaky legs that I stood there waiting, hoping I’d get the reaction I longed for.
All the photos I’d sent to John had been mainly of Charlotte, our daughter. I made sure that any that included me were the most flattering. My stomach fluttered as he walked slowly down the plank, his eyes searching everywhere for me.
He glanced my way and I lifted my hand. He continued to search for me and my mouth went dry. I licked my lips nervously. What if he didn’t like the changes in me? As he continued to search the crowd, I made my way over to the plank. Happiness was everywhere: women were crying, laughing; men were spinning their wives off their feet and whisking children in the air, happy to be reunited once again.
Finally John’s eyes swept over me. He didn’t smile at first and my heart dropped. Was he disappointed in how I looked? I threw my arms around his neck and then put Charlotte into his arms.
‘God, it’s been so long,’ I said.
‘Yes. Oh, God, she’s beautiful,’ he said as he lifted her proudly and showed her off to all his friends.
‘I missed you,’ I said.
‘I missed you more,’ he said, putting his arm around me.
His fingers lingered on my love handles. Then his hand roamed down over my hip where it stayed possessively. I pointed out our car and together we moved forwards, a family reunited.
John strapped Charlotte into her car seat and I sat behind the steering wheel.
‘You look great,’ he said after the ignition roared to life.
‘You sure? You’re not disappointed I haven’t lost all the weight I put on after having Charlotte?’
‘No, not at all. In fact, you look amazing. Absolutely stunning.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really! I always thought you were too skinny before,’ he laughed.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘Who can tell a woman anything? I was worried if I told you you’d get all paranoid and think I didn’t love you.’
Was he just saying that? I hated feeling so insecure. We’d always had such a great sex life and I was terrified he’d be repulsed by my weight. I’d gone out and bought a sexy teddy, one that actually fit. It was red. His favourite colour. With a plunging neckline, it was so low that my nipples peeked out over the top. My areolas had grown so large, they had darkened in colour and my nipples were huge from having breastfed.
We chatted all the way home as I brought him up to date with what had passed since he’d left. As I drove up the driveway, I felt relieved to finally have him home.
‘Everything looks great,’ he said. ‘You’ve done a brilliant job since I’ve been gone.’
‘Thanks, darling,’ I said as his hand found its way between my thighs.
‘Hmm, feels nice,’ he said, inching his fingers further.
‘Not now,’ I said looking back at Charlotte, who was gurgling happily in her car seat.
‘Yes, now. As soon as I get you in that front door I’m going to make love to you like never before.’
‘I can hardly wait,’ I giggled.
I’d organised a surprise party, so when he opened the door all our family and friends let out a welcome he’d never forget. He looked at me and I him, knowing full well that making love would now have to wait. The party was wonderful. He was happy to catch up with everyone and when they all finally left and we were alone, he pulled me into his arms.
‘Thanks for the party but what I really wanted was to be alone with you,’ he said, looking down into my flushed face. ‘You look radiant.’
I blushed further, feeling like a new bride, as though tonight was our first time. I must admit I was very nervous. We put Charlotte to bed and while I packed the dishwasher, John had a shower. He snuck up behind me wearing only a towel. His hands reached out to squeeze my breasts.
‘Hmm,’ he mumbled into my neck, ‘nice, very nice.’
I pushed my arse back into him, loving his hands on me.
‘Go and have a shower,’ he insisted, slapping me on the bum. ‘I’ll finish up here.’
I turned in his arms and kissed him, and all the old feelings came flooding back tenfold.
Walking towards our bedroom, I looked back over my shoulder and saw him watching me. I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed.
I grabbed the teddy, red suspender and black fishnet stockings and locked myself in the bathroom. Taking off my clothes I eyed myself in the mirror. My hands roamed over my voluptuous breasts. I lifted them as though offering them, pleased with the way they looked. I loved the feel of them, their fullness. They made me feel so sexy. I didn’t want to be skinny again. I loved being this weight, loved feeling the thickness of my waist and the way my hands slid over my body.
I loved the way my thighs rubbed together as I walked. After a heavy night of masturbating, when my pussy lips were swollen and protruding, I loved nothing more than to feel the sensation there, the thickness of my thighs causing vibrations to ripple through my clit.
I opened the shower door and hit the taps, turning the water on full blast. Stepping in, I allowed the water to wash away any tension I was feeling. I soaped myself up, my hands slipping over my wet body. I reached down towards my pussy, my fingers running through my pubic hair. God, that felt good, but it felt even better when I parted the folds and allowed my fingers to slip in and out before flicking over my clit.
The water cascaded down, easing the tension and heightening my desire. I turned to face the nozzle, allowing it to sting my breasts, the nipples hardening under the force. I’d waited a long time for John to come home. The vibrators and dildos I’d purchased while he was away were nowhere near as good as the real thing, so I quickly turned off the taps, enveloped myself in a large bath sheet and patted myself dry.
I carefully applied just a small amount of make-up, wanting t
o look as sexy as possible without going over the top. I smeared on some red lipstick, the same shade as the teddy, before squeezing myself into my outfit.
I glimpsed my reflection as I hooked the fishnets into the garter. I was bending over and my breasts were practically spilling out. I thought I looked great, but would John? Standing back, I turned around, wanting to see how my arse looked. My hips and cheeks were curvaceous, in proportion to my breasts. I’d certainly changed from the way I used to look. I slipped my arms into a matching robe and slid my feet into stilettos, and then made my entrance. I strode as purposefully into the bedroom as a panther would stalk its prey.
‘Oh God, Melissa, you look fucking gorgeous,’ John said, wolf-whistling as I advanced upon him.
He was lying in the centre of the bed, the towel still attached, his arms behind his head. I yanked the towel from him and threw it on to the floor. His cock was semi flaccid, lying over his groin. I looked from it to him before I jumped on the bed, picked it up and held it just inches away from my red-painted lips. I breathed on it, my breath hot as my tongue stole its way forward to lick it.
‘Oh yeah,’ John said, staring at me. ‘I’ve been waiting so long for that.’
Sucking the knob into my mouth, I rolled it around my tongue, enjoying the taste and feel of him. It had been so long since I had the real thing. I wanted to straddle him and fuck his brains out, but on the other hand I wanted to make it last, wanted this first night of the new me to be one I never forgot, so instead I sucked a bit harder, pleased when I heard his appreciative moan.
‘Oh baby, that feels so good,’ he murmured.
My hand began to pump his shaft. He stiffened quickly, his cock throbbing in my palm. Eager to please him, I decided it might be better to have him come first, and then he could spend more time with foreplay for me, but that wasn’t what John wanted. Instead, he gently disengaged himself from me.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this night for so long,’ he said.
He rose, pulled me up into his arms, and we kissed passionately. I could hardly breathe, I was so turned on. I slipped my robe down over my shoulders and it fell in a heap at my feet. John pulled away from me, kept me at arm’s length, his eyes boring into me as he soaked in my new body.
His fingers trailed down over the swell of my breasts, causing goosebumps to break out on my skin. He lowered his head, his lips grazing where his fingers had just been. He then ran them down the inside of my waist, over my hips and to the top of the stockings.
‘Beautiful,’ he said as his fingers played with the tops of the stocking, inching their way underneath a fraction to nip the skin. ‘You look so beautiful.’
I was breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling against the front of the teddy, the nipples now showing just a fraction more, straining hard against the flimsy material.
John lay me down on the bed, sat on the side, his cock rigid before him. I made to grab for it but he slapped my hand away. Lifting both my hands, he held them above my head as he straddled me. He then ran his fingers down my arms, over my breasts to my waist and then back to linger at the plunging neckline.
I was trembling all over as his eyes swept over me wolfishly. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them through the material before coming up to kiss my mouth. I could barely stand it. I wanted him to ravish me, fuck me quickly, stop making me wait and do what I’d been dreaming of for so long.
Now his hands were digging inside the teddy and he lifted my breasts out. Smothering his face into my cleavage he kissed each breast in turn, giving both the same amount of attention. When his mouth began to suckle me I squirmed beneath him, my hands coming down to hold his head.
‘Oh, baby,’ I said. ‘I love you.’
A hand was moving downwards between us, and I opened my legs for him. He ran over my mound, his fingers plucking at the material over my crutch. I held him firmer, whimpering as he played with that soft, fleshy part of skin on my thighs.
‘Please, make love to me,’ I begged.
He rose above me, looking down at me, his eyes saying so much. He grabbed at the front of the teddy, pulling the material together, and then with one quick yank he ripped it clean off my body.
I gasped excitedly as I lay there, nearly naked for his eyes to feast on.
‘Oh God, your tits,’ he said, caressing them, ‘are so fucking gorgeous. I never dreamed you could look this great.’
I giggled as he smothered himself into them, massaging, licking and nibbling at my nipples. My pussy throbbed, eager for some attention of its own. I squirmed beneath him, trying to encourage him down. Trailing kisses from my breasts all the way down to my pussy, he lay between my open thighs, his eyes peeking over my mound mischievously.
‘Open them wider,’ he said.
Willingly I did. He nuzzled in and my legs closed around his head on instinct. He murmured his approval as his fingers opened my pussy lips, gently, like he was opening a petal of flowers.
‘You smell fantastic,’ he said, licking at my lips.
‘Fuck me, baby,’ I begged.
Now he was licking at my slit, his tongue tantalising me before finding the nub of my clit. My juices were flowing out of me. It took all my willpower not to wrestle him over and fuck his brains out.
Then he tormented me further by nipping the flesh at the top of the inside of my thighs while his hand stole inside the fishnet stocking. He fumbled with the garters, undoing them and pushing the stocking down to leave it dangling at my ankle. I opened my leg for him and he kissed his way down to my foot.
Fiddling with the strap of my stiletto, he undid the shoe and threw it to the floor. He kissed the instep of my foot, and I thought I’d pass out from lust. I was wild for him, wild for him to make love to me.
It was sheer torture to lie there before him, and when he began to work his way back up I wrapped my other leg around his back, kicked his cheek with the heel of my shoe and guided him to me. His cock probed around my pussy lips and my hand quickly grabbed hold of his shaft, steering him into my hot, wet cunt. He pulled back a bit but I was determined now and thrust myself upwards. His cock sunk inside me and the moment was magical.
John was like a new man. He began to fuck me rhythmically, grabbing at my breasts, kissing them, smothering his face into my cleavage while I held on to his head, not wanting him to stop.
He rolled me over on top of him, clutching at me with his hands.
‘Melissa, you’re driving me wild. I’ve never felt so horny in my life,’ he said, his fingers grabbing at my hips, my arse.
He held on to me while I slammed myself down, impaling myself on his cock. My tits were jiggling all over the place. His hands were all over me.
‘I can’t get enough of you,’ he said. ‘Fuck, I love you.’
‘I love you too, baby,’ I screamed as an orgasm gushed from me.
He thrust himself upwards. Perspiration dripped from both of us as he came, deep inside me, shuddering and gasping. When he’d finally calmed down I rolled off him and snuggled up against him.
‘Don’t you ever change,’ he said.
‘You really like me like this?’
‘No, baby, I love you. Love you more than you’ll ever know. You’ve never looked sexier,’ he said, stroking my breast and causing the nipple to harden.
My fingers curled around his flaccid cock, then down over his balls where I gave them a gentle squeeze. Stroking his shaft gently, I felt it begin to throb. I quickly glanced at his handsome face and he chuckled deep in his throat.
‘I told you baby, you’ve never looked sexier and I’ll never be able to get enough of you,’ he said.
‘Welcome home,’ I said as my mouth covered his amazing cock.
Fashionably Late
by Heidi Champa
‘Do these pants make me look fat?’
I heard him sigh from across the room. I couldn’t help asking. Even though I knew he hated it, I asked anyway. Nothing I had tried on was working for me. I unzipped the pants
before he even answered me and threw them into the pile of discarded clothes. He turned around and looked at me, his hands frozen on the buttons of his shirt.
‘You aren’t serious, Sarah, are you? How many times have I told you to stop doing that? You look great. Put on those black pants that you had on first and let’s go downstairs. The guests will be arriving any minute.’
I looked at myself in the mirror. James was just trying to placate me. I slid my hands over my thick thighs and hips. Even in the black pants, my most flattering pair, my lumps and bumps were clearly visible. He was being kind, because he loved me. And, of course, he still looked amazing after all these years. I, on the other hand, had slowly packed on the pounds. Despite my best efforts, the extra weight was impossible to hide. James caught me staring at my flaws in the mirror and walked towards me. His eyes shone with a mix of frustration and anger. I hadn’t seen that look in a while.
‘Stop it, Sarah. Stop tearing yourself down. I’m not going to let you do this any more. What is it going to take to make you believe that you are beautiful?’
I just shook my head at his nice words. He may have thought of me as beautiful, but I didn’t. I tried to turn back to the mirror, but James stopped me.
‘I see I’m going to have to get tough with you. Maybe you need to be punished for being so mean to yourself. Is that what you want, Sarah? Do you want me to punish you?’
Before I could answer, James pulled me to him. His body pressed me into the old wooden door, the mirror cool on my back. His knee settled between my legs, pushing up between my thighs. I could feel his hard cock resting against my belly, his breath hot in my ear. James slid his tongue over my neck, capturing my earlobe in his hot mouth. He flicked open my bra, rubbing his hands roughly over my full breasts. He certainly loved my new, bigger tits. Honestly, so did I. It was the only perk of weight gain.
All I was left wearing now was my new, bigger version of sexy panties. I hated them, but he loved the black, silky French-cut briefs as much as he loved my tiny thongs from our college days. Before I realised it, I was lying on the bed.
James undid his tie, the one I had given him three years before for his birthday. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them towards the wrought-iron bed frame. I didn’t resist him. I couldn’t have. He tied my hands tightly to the cool metal, his face hovering close to mine. He was close enough to kiss, his lips almost grazing my skin. But, as I struggled to reach his lips, he pulled back with a sly smile. His fingers grazed over my skin, lazily tracing over my soft stomach and breasts. My skin was responding to his touch, just like always. But, the edge in his eyes, the tough exterior he put on, was making me crazy. I could feel my pussy growing wetter as I awaited my fate. I made one last effort to kiss him, but he just laughed.
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