“But Harry, oh Harry! Soon I began to feel it! The hot skin on mine, the taste, the scent, the…oh!…the amazing pleasure of being pressed between so many bodies, to be wrapped in the heat and to be fucked so hard!”
Holly was now talking faster, like a little girl describing a visit to a playground.
“Did you see me, Harry? Did you see when I began liking it? Oh Harry,” she grinned, shaking her head slowly side to side, “did I ever start liking it! It was as if a part of me I never knew was there, a part I had always denied, had suddenly woken up! I couldn’t get enough! Oh baby, to lick and kiss those sweet fat, hairy asses again! To run my tongue over those big fat man-breasts…mmmm. Oh Harry, I came so hard, so much! Did you see me? Did you see your little bitch wife getting off like a rocket under all that beautiful flesh, honey? Oh Harry, I want to be that hot bitch for you, always! To be your hot bitch wife that loves you so much.”
The searching, expectant look in Holly’s eyes turned to one of complete adoration as Harold’s impassive face broke, a huge smile washing over him. At that moment Holly knew that her husband had fully accepted her back, that somehow she had emerged from the ordeal she had created a new woman, a wife worthy of Harold’s love. It was then that Holly vowed in her heart to give to Harold everything and deny him nothing, not for the sake of his demanding it, but for her desire to submit to him completely and love him. Vowing this, she also knew that Harold’s love was hers and hers alone, no matter what sexual adventures came in the future, no matter who or what either of them fucked, their love was an unbreakable bond.
As Holly had made he confession to Harold, she had moved her hand down and when he smiled at her, she had made contact with the noticeable rock-hard bulge under his neat black pants. She cast her eyes down past his belly, able to see the tip of his fat cock outlined inside his trouser legs and looked back to his face, knowing that her enthusiastic description of her gang bang had made her husband very horny. She blushed, her cheeks turning an appealing shade of red as she felt his hotness expand and harden under her hand, the delight making her eyes sparkle as she truly felt her husband accept her tearful apology and her promise to be a good wife to him. Harold’s strong hand took the back of Holly’s head and drew her in for a long, deep kiss. Holly’s senses exploded, as if she had never really kissed her husband before until now and suddenly she felt a wave of heat rush through her body. She was becoming aroused and horny for her sexy fat husband.
Breaking the kiss, Harold pressed a button on the door console, lowering the shaded glass separating the passenger compartment from the driver and ordered his loyal chauffeur to quickly find a secluded spot to drive a long until the passion between he and Holly finish.
As the dark tinted window slid into place, securing Holly and Harold’s privacy, the young redhead’s green eyes sparkled as a sexy, mischievous grin spread on her face. She was amazed at herself, that even after a truly emotionally draining experience, after an exhausting gang bang like she had just enjoyed, somehow just the sight of her handsome husband was turning her on yet again. Never before, in her days of commanding meaningless sex from young pretty boys had she ever felt this aroused, but now she was insatiable!
She sat to one side of her husband, one bare leg thrown over his lower legs as if she were going to sit in his lap facing him. Her arm draped over his swollen, rotund stomach as she caressed his meaty belly and she pressed her raw, abused nipples against his expensive, tailored suit. The coat he had wrapped her in barely hung from her slim shoulders as she clung to him like a baby to it’s mother. Her face was tilted up and her face took on a dream-like quality as she gazed into his strong, clear eyes. She felt herself slip into the deepness of his presence, seeing him as if for the first time not as some ugly, disgusting pig but as a large, powerful, confident and wise man. Her breath left her as his own eyes softened and a his hard face relaxed; he could see the adoration that poured from her to him. Harold began to believe that Holly truly had changed her ways.
Sliding her lithe body out from the fine coat, letting it fall onto the leather seat of the car, Holly now mounted her lover’s stomach, his immense girth so great that the tiny girl could lay herself on his abdomen. Leaning in closely, the redhead planted gentle, sweet kisses on his thick lips; tiny little butterflies of love for him. Her lips traveled over his, then to his cheeks, to his thick forehead and then down to the meaty folds of fat under his chin. Her tongue darted out, licking into the thin creases of skin that folded under his chin, bathing him in her sweat saliva as she moaned lightly, delighted at the texture and feel of his pliant fat-engorged skin on her tongue and lips. She nuzzled into his neck, burrowing her nose into it’s buttery-soft flesh.
While she was busy savoring his exquisitely meaty face and neck, Holly’s hands were busy as well. They explored Harold’s barrel chest, prying open the buttons on the expensive shirt he wore, working her thin arms underneath the silky cloth to embrace him underneath his suit. As she licked a fat chin fold, her arms filled with the warm, supple flesh of his chest. Although she could feel the thick layer of fat moving in her arms, she felt the ripple of his tremendous muscles beneath that, a sign that he was every bit as strong physically as he was in business. Holly could scarcely believe how turned-on she was becoming as she began rubbing her groin against his pants, shuddering as her tender, hooded clit found the shiny gold buckle of his belt. Pulling her face back mere inches from her husband’s, she gave him the cutest look of frustrated lust and pain as she ground her naked crotch up and down slowly on the cold, hard edge of his belt buckle. Her voice was like that of a young girl as she looked him in the face, her eyebrows turned up and a pretty pout on her lips as she moaned, “Ooooo Daddy!”
Harold’s cock felt as if it were on fire, trapped in the silken boxer shorts inside his pants. His chest vibrated with the low growl of a bear that echoed into the firm breasts of his wife who hugged his massive chest to hers. Recognizing her man’s need, Holly immediately determined to serve her beautiful Master. Leaving him with a quick kiss on the lips, the thin redhead slithered like a snake down his prodigious form and landed on her knees on the carpeted floor of the limousine. Her face dove between his legs, the smooth fabric of his pants sliding on her cheeks. Her mouth and nose ran up and down the very thick and obvious bulge in his pants, her face jacking the pulsing meat inside, her mouth watering at the thought of his taste as heat radiated from him.
Taking down his fly, Holly shook her head in wonder as she hauled out Harold’s steaming thick wad of meat. It was long and bright pink, the tip thick and bulbous with a shiny pearl of liquid brimming at the tip. It filled her hand so well and she treated herself to a moment just to look at it. Before, when she was an ungrateful cunt, she had only had sex with her husband to satisfy his desires as much as it took to get what she wanted; she often just tolerated his touch only as little as possible. Now, being a completely new person, Holly took the time to absorb the look, the feel, the smell and taste of her wonderfully fat husband’s wonderfully fat cock.
It was ideal; a hefty shaft of muscle that smelled deliciously musky, the slightest hint of expensive soap combined with the heady aroma of his sweaty balls. When she closed her fingers around the scalding hot piece, she stared at it in fascination as the loose skin around it let her jack it up and down slowly, bringing a puddle of clear, pearly liquid to the tip that beaded at the hole, then slowly dripped down the side of the rod, drizzling her fingers. Moaning low, Holly leaned in and did not just flick her tongue over it as she had teased cocks in the past, but flattened her tongue and slowly, luxuriously lapped the syrupy slime up to the very tip of his dick, savoring his salty flavor.
Harold had been very busy that day and his body had the natural smell and sheen of a large man’s sweat and that funk had dried especially on his crotch. Holly considered it a treat just for her as her tongue softened the thin layer of sediment built up on his dick and her pretty soft lips slurped the residue into her waiting mouth. For long moments, the only sound that could be heard in the back of the limousine was the wet devotions of Holly as she worshiped her darling husband’s fat, sweaty cock.
His curly brown hairs smelled like heaven to her as she forced herself down on his dick, demanding nothing less than her own sweet throat as a worthy bath for her beloved’s unclean cock. Her own mouth was where she resolved Harold must always and forever wash his manhood clean from now on, whatever the circumstance. Whether they were at home in the Grand Dining Hall with guests all about, or at some fancy State Dinner with him in his white tie and tails; Holly would henceforth find some clever way to slip unnoticed beneath the table and secretly take her enormous husband’s meat to her mouth for his relief and pleasure. To Holly, this was the least of duties she wanted to perform for him, to atone for her previous awful behavior.
Snapping back to the moment, Holly realized that her daydreams of his wonderful dick while she sucked him had brought Harold almost to the extreme point of orgasm, but as she popped his spit-soaked, fiery-red poker from her mouth, the cool air brought her husband back from the edge of ejaculation. Rising to her feet, there was just enough room in the car as the naked redhead turned about, placing her feet on either side of his, giving Harold a wonderful view of her pert, apple-shaped ass cheeks. The girl looked back over her shoulder at the now-sweating, red-faced man as she giggled to him, “Go on Daddy, gimme a spank. Holly’s been oh so bad today, Daddy!”
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