Feeling your swollen nipples in my palms just before I pinch and roll them between my fingers, feeling them getting harder by the minute. You moan ...and gasp loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy as I move in and nuzzle in on your neck. Kissing and licking your ear and neck while feeling your silky hair against my face. I continue to gently bite your neck and nibble on your ear, all the while playing with your swollen nipples and full breasts. Reluctantly, I decide to release you. OK? "Ok" I said. He stood up and slowly slid down his trousers showing his very big belly and huge fat hairy legs in the process. But what really drew my eyes were his tight white briefs with an obscene bulging mass packed inside them. I could clearly see veins on the bulge showing through the material. He said "are you ready to look at a man's thingy?" Yes I said shakily. He said "maybe you can slide my pants down yourself, just so you see a bit better", his breath becoming rapid and laboured,. You're typical. Maybe I was mad that you brought up my weight, maybe I was frustrated that you were messaging me instead of being the mild mannered boring person I expected you to be, but I told you point blank that you could say whatever you wanted because your husband would always choose my fat ass sitting on his face than anything you could give him. It was a confidence booster for me when he agreed. A year later you read through his messages again and caught us. Again. You read every. The entire weekend went by, with no hint of anything from Tina, but a couple of times when her door was shut, I had to wonder if she was in there, touching herself like she had done for me, pleasuring herself the way she had done on Friday night, and my throat would go dry, and that familiar need to take matters in hand would make itself known. I masturbated twice that Sunday without using a porn magazine for inspiration, just re-running the events of Friday night in my head. Monday, of course,.