I remembered my buddy Danny 'Dink' Wilson from school. He was a little guy, always kind of a loser, but I let him hang around with me. Sometimes if we went to a party I'd end up with the hottest girl there and he'd go home alone. I'm tall and have kept myself in shape the ten years since High School. Anyway, after not having heard from him for most of that decade after graduation, getting a Christmas card every year even though I didn't send him one, I was surprised to get a call from him.
Once he identified himself I said, "Hey, Dink, what's going on?"
He told me, "Well, Bella and I were talking and she said we should have you over to our place."
Of course I remembered Bella, a busty, big-hipped girl who all the guys wanted to get their hands on, but who never attracted a steady boyfriend. Dink had gotten her by default, I figured. It would be interesting to see how they were getting along, so I said, "Sure, buddy, I'd love to get together with you two. I have your address -- you know, from your Christmas cards -- and it's not that long a drive to Farmington. When's a good time for you?"
I heard him ask Bella in a rather meek voice, and her answer loudly. He asked me if Friday night around eight would be all right and I said that was fine. Didn't think about it after that, except to occasionally wonder what Bella looked like these days. I'd always loved her full curves but never gotten around to doing anything about it.
Friday after work I got myself ready and then relaxed for an hour until it was time to leave. Stopped on the way to pick up a chilled bottle of red wine. When I got there I found a modest rancher with a well kept lawn. At the front door I was greeted by Danny who looked as undersized and unimpressive as ever. He was casually dressed and over his shirt he wore a loud green and yellow sweater vest. He saw me gaping at the ugly item of clothing and explained sheepishly, "Bella got it for me. She insisted that I wear it." I handed him the bottle as I stepped inside.
From the kitchen I heard his wife call out, "Is that Greg?"
Taking the initiative, I called back, "It's me, Bella. Been looking forward to seeing you -- both."
She came strutting out from the other room, as stunning as I remembered her, wearing a short black dress, snug tan top, and stacked heels. I didn't bother to hide the fact that she was giving me nasty ideas. Instead I walked right up to her and opened my arms. She stepped up so close her heavy breasts were flattened against my chest and then I closed my arms around her. As we shared a long hug Bella ground her crotch against mine. I caught a glimpse of Danny, who looked upset but not as much as that embrace should have made him. Well, it was his problem if he was in denial and didn't know his wife was ripe for picking. We finally let go of each other and Danny sheepishly held out the bottle of wine to her. He said, "Greg brought this for us."
She said, "For me? How nice. Isn't he thoughtful?" She fixed him with a critical look and said, "More than some guys."
Bella led us to the kitchen. I couldn't keep my eyes off her wide swaying backside. She had me open the bottle and when I was done she put her hand on my bicep. She said admiringly, "You didn't have any trouble with that corkscrew, Greg. I'll bet Danny would still be struggling with it." She laughed and I gave her an answering smile, letting her know I approved of her criticizing her husband. She got two glasses, saying that she didn't let Danny drink very much. "He can't hold his alcohol. Not even wine." He stood off to the side, fidgeting with discomfort. Bella walked me to their living room and invited me to sit next to her on the sofa, making sure we were close enough that our thighs almost touched. She was radiating sexual energy and I was getting hornier by the minute.
Danny sat on a hard wooden chair over in the corner. Being so small and wearing that stupid sweater, he looked like the class idiot being punished by a teacher. Having Bella come on to me right in front of him added to my excitement. I guess it's one of those primitive states of mind, thinking about conquering another male and taking his woman. Whatever the reason, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted my hands on Bella's outstanding curves. I could have spent a half hour on just those big tits. And I couldn't stop picturing what that jutting bottom would look like naked. Anyway, she began chatting about when we had been in school, managing to mention how guys always went after her, how cool and handsome she had always found me, and finally how surprised she'd always been that I never hit on her back then. "Was there a problem?" Bella wanted to know, pulling back her shoulders so that her impressive bust was shoved out even further.
I took a breath and replied, "No problem." Then, picking up her tone, I went on, "In fact, I always had my eyes on you." Then, looking at her very directly and softening my voice, I added, "In fact, I always thought you and I would make a great couple -- in all sorts of ways." She got a hungry expression and even licked her lips. Poor Danny could only sit there and squirm. She obviously had him so pussy whipped he was afraid say one word. I held up my wine and said, "Here's to our high school dreams."
She clinked her glass against mine and matched my suggestiveness with, "And here's to making dreams come true." On impulse I hooked my arm around hers. She knew what I was doing and bent her elbow so that she could bring her drink close to her own full lips, and I did the same with mine. That had us so close that her one knocker was against my chest. This time I realized she had on no bra. As we unhurriedly sipped our wine I enjoyed the heat of her body. All that stimulation was giving me a hard-on. I'm bigger than average down there, so she noticed. As we finally unlinked our arms I remembered how small Danny was in the dick department. He had always been the butt of jokes in the locker room. Dickless Danny. Dink the Dick-Deprived.
Then came the big surprise. Bella put her plump hand in my lap. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and said, "I have our old yearbook in the bedroom. Right by the bed. Wouldn't you like to see it?" I wasn't going to say no.
So I stood up, not caring if her husband got an eyeful of the considerable bulge in my pants, and answered, "Sure, I'd love to see your bedroom. And that yearbook." She gripped my hand and we took a few steps before she looked back at Danny.
She told him, "We might be a while, so you can go downstairs and sort the laundry. In fact, you can hand wash a batch of my panties. I mean, you didn't want to see the yearbook, did you? We both know you're only in it one time. Greg has his picture with the football team, baseball, and all kinds of stuff."
Shamefaced, all he could do was agree with her that he didn't want to see the yearbook, and even added that he had gotten behind on washing her 'delicates'. I couldn't believe it. She must have his balls -- his baby boy balls as they used to get called in gym class -- in her handbag. I smirked at him and said, "Take your time, Dink. No hurry. Right?"
You could see from his posture and sad face that he was defeated. He mumbled, "No problem," and went to do his unmanly job.
As we went into the bedroom I freely put my hand on Bella's full, firm ass. She turned to me and tilted her head back, waiting to be kissed. I was happy to oblige. She put her hot tongue into my mouth and I returned the favor. My free hand went to her oversized bust and lingered there. She rubbed her body against my erection and, as we slowly broke the kiss, she nibbled my lower lip. I said, "I'm guessing you don't act like this with Dink."
She laughed softly and bragged, "I don't act ANYTHING like this with my wimp hubby. The only sex he's allowed is with his mouth on my pussy." She chuckled. "In fact, it's been like that for so long that the tiny thing between his legs gets hard when I tell him it's time for him to eat at the Y or to clean the sweatbox with his tongue."
"So you mean he likes to go down on you?"
"No, he hates it but it's all I let him do. He's so starved for anything close to sex that even having to taste my pussy, which he hates, gets him charged up. The stupid jerk doesn't know if he's coming or going. Well, actually, he's not cumming, at least not while he's in bed with me. I assume he jerks off and I always hint around about it, to get him upset, which it does. I act like I'm joking but it still makes him nervous and ashamed to have me say something like "Been playing with your pee pee again?"
I laughed at that. Then I started helping her get undressed. She did the same for me. When I was bare ass naked she sank down to her knees and showed me that, unlike her husband, she had nothing against giving oral. I have great self control but there were a couple times when she almost popped me off. Still, I held onto my precious bodily fluids, took her hands off my ass and pulled her up to her feet, then lowered her onto the bed -- their bed -- on her back. She looked up at me and smiled and said, "Now the real fun begins. It's been waaaay too long since he had a real man-sized cock in me. Or should I say more-than-man-sized. That thing's a monster, Greg. Let's get busy, lover."
Busy is what we got. I eased into her, which was easy because she was really wet. Bella moaned and squirmed and dug her nails into my shoulders. I started to pump her and she pounded her heels against the mattress and got loud. She was telling me, "Slam me harder, Greg," and "You're incredible, lover," all of which made me work even more at pleasing her. We locked lips. I slowed down the pumping so I could enjoy having my mouth all over her terrific tits. We were both breathing heavy and cursing and groaning, with her shoving her hips up every time I thrust into her. It was dirty sex at its best.
She had one climax and then, a little while later, as I was building her up to a second one, she looked at me with half-lidded eyes, smiled lopsidedly, and said, "You know what really makes this perfect? I know Dinky boy can hear us from downstairs. The sound carries really well. Especially when you keep me on the brink like this, you fantastic fucker, and push all the right buttons. Oh, oh wow, ohhhhhh..." She let out some high pitched yelps that must have had Dinky crying into the warm water where he was washing her hot panties.
I could picture the little sucker as he suffered. I threw in a few grunts and a "Damn it, woman, you're amazing. I could do this all night long." Let him obsess over that. Then I picked up speed and put her over the top. As she started screaming I let myself go and we finished together. It seemed to go on and on before we came down from our frenzied high and I rolled off her. We lay side by side, letting our bodies relax, holding hands, and floating through a sweet afterglow.
Bella said, "I hope this isn't just a one night thing, Greg."
I told her, "Not unless you want it to be, baby. I could get used to this every week. Once. Or twice. Or three times per."
She turned her face toward me, grinned, and just said, "Oh, yeah, stud. Momma wants lots of you. Bella gotta have it."
We laughed together, kissed once more, and then talked some about how upset and frustrated Danny must be by then. We listened and could here him moving around below us, but that was all. Bella said, "I'm not going to talk to him about this. He can just stew. I know he won't have the nerve to bring it up himself. Besides, if he did, what would he hear from me? That if there was even the slightest chance of him ever getting laid in this house, he just lost it? I am going to have so much fun tormenting him. Now I can drop hints not just about him wanking, but about him getting cheated on." She stroked my chest and finished, "This is going to be soooo much fun."
That was two months ago. Bella and I have been hitting the sheets every couple of days. It never gets old with her because she takes such obvious joy in getting nailed. We've had fun with all kinds of positions and she also finished that blowjob she started on the first night. That woman could write a book about BJs. And Danny looks miserable every time I'm there. But I just slap him on the back, put my arm around his narrow shoulders, call him 'buddy', and act like me putting it to his wife is the most natural thing that could happen. Like I'm doing him a favor. Doing what he doesn't have the equipment to do for her. I figure if he can't keep his wife happy, someone else will, if it's me or another lucky guy. But I intend to make sure it stays me. Bella is one incredible lay and I love being with her even when we don't have our hands all over each other, in a big hurry to get to bed. We go to a club out of town, on the highway, and have a good time like we were dating, get up and dance, share a pitcher of beer, and have sandwiches or a pizza.
When we know we're going out I bring my work shoes along in a bag. They have those waffle soles that get all kinds of crap stuck in their grooves. After we leave, Dinky has to clean them, going over each inch of caked in dirt with toothpicks, getting it all out, before he cleans the leather and adds some kind of protective coating stuff that Bella made him buy with his own money. She sure knows how to keep him on a short leash. And the next time I come over Dinky gets those shoes again, and they're just as dirty as before. On the nights I'm not there she still makes him get his head down between her full thighs and lap her lady parts. I can see him there, desperately trying to keep her happy, maybe thinking that if he does a good enough job she'll stop seeing me, or at least that we'll get together less often. She told me she's pretty sure that's what's going on in his head. But she's never going to cut back. Bella has an endless appetite for sex. So Danny boy can keep right on sucking clit, getting his tongue up inside her and knowing that my cock has been there not too long ago. He'll have to get used to it because I'm going to stick with Bella for years and years. In fact, I've been sleeping over at her place and she sends him down to a beat up old cot in the basement. If we listen very closely we can hear Dinky crying himself to sleep. Which just gets Bella hot for another round of sex.
Once he identified himself I said, "Hey, Dink, what's going on?"
He told me, "Well, Bella and I were talking and she said we should have you over to our place."
Of course I remembered Bella, a busty, big-hipped girl who all the guys wanted to get their hands on, but who never attracted a steady boyfriend. Dink had gotten her by default, I figured. It would be interesting to see how they were getting along, so I said, "Sure, buddy, I'd love to get together with you two. I have your address -- you know, from your Christmas cards -- and it's not that long a drive to Farmington. When's a good time for you?"
I heard him ask Bella in a rather meek voice, and her answer loudly. He asked me if Friday night around eight would be all right and I said that was fine. Didn't think about it after that, except to occasionally wonder what Bella looked like these days. I'd always loved her full curves but never gotten around to doing anything about it.
Friday after work I got myself ready and then relaxed for an hour until it was time to leave. Stopped on the way to pick up a chilled bottle of red wine. When I got there I found a modest rancher with a well kept lawn. At the front door I was greeted by Danny who looked as undersized and unimpressive as ever. He was casually dressed and over his shirt he wore a loud green and yellow sweater vest. He saw me gaping at the ugly item of clothing and explained sheepishly, "Bella got it for me. She insisted that I wear it." I handed him the bottle as I stepped inside.
From the kitchen I heard his wife call out, "Is that Greg?"
Taking the initiative, I called back, "It's me, Bella. Been looking forward to seeing you -- both."
She came strutting out from the other room, as stunning as I remembered her, wearing a short black dress, snug tan top, and stacked heels. I didn't bother to hide the fact that she was giving me nasty ideas. Instead I walked right up to her and opened my arms. She stepped up so close her heavy breasts were flattened against my chest and then I closed my arms around her. As we shared a long hug Bella ground her crotch against mine. I caught a glimpse of Danny, who looked upset but not as much as that embrace should have made him. Well, it was his problem if he was in denial and didn't know his wife was ripe for picking. We finally let go of each other and Danny sheepishly held out the bottle of wine to her. He said, "Greg brought this for us."
She said, "For me? How nice. Isn't he thoughtful?" She fixed him with a critical look and said, "More than some guys."
Bella led us to the kitchen. I couldn't keep my eyes off her wide swaying backside. She had me open the bottle and when I was done she put her hand on my bicep. She said admiringly, "You didn't have any trouble with that corkscrew, Greg. I'll bet Danny would still be struggling with it." She laughed and I gave her an answering smile, letting her know I approved of her criticizing her husband. She got two glasses, saying that she didn't let Danny drink very much. "He can't hold his alcohol. Not even wine." He stood off to the side, fidgeting with discomfort. Bella walked me to their living room and invited me to sit next to her on the sofa, making sure we were close enough that our thighs almost touched. She was radiating sexual energy and I was getting hornier by the minute.
Danny sat on a hard wooden chair over in the corner. Being so small and wearing that stupid sweater, he looked like the class idiot being punished by a teacher. Having Bella come on to me right in front of him added to my excitement. I guess it's one of those primitive states of mind, thinking about conquering another male and taking his woman. Whatever the reason, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted my hands on Bella's outstanding curves. I could have spent a half hour on just those big tits. And I couldn't stop picturing what that jutting bottom would look like naked. Anyway, she began chatting about when we had been in school, managing to mention how guys always went after her, how cool and handsome she had always found me, and finally how surprised she'd always been that I never hit on her back then. "Was there a problem?" Bella wanted to know, pulling back her shoulders so that her impressive bust was shoved out even further.
I took a breath and replied, "No problem." Then, picking up her tone, I went on, "In fact, I always had my eyes on you." Then, looking at her very directly and softening my voice, I added, "In fact, I always thought you and I would make a great couple -- in all sorts of ways." She got a hungry expression and even licked her lips. Poor Danny could only sit there and squirm. She obviously had him so pussy whipped he was afraid say one word. I held up my wine and said, "Here's to our high school dreams."
She clinked her glass against mine and matched my suggestiveness with, "And here's to making dreams come true." On impulse I hooked my arm around hers. She knew what I was doing and bent her elbow so that she could bring her drink close to her own full lips, and I did the same with mine. That had us so close that her one knocker was against my chest. This time I realized she had on no bra. As we unhurriedly sipped our wine I enjoyed the heat of her body. All that stimulation was giving me a hard-on. I'm bigger than average down there, so she noticed. As we finally unlinked our arms I remembered how small Danny was in the dick department. He had always been the butt of jokes in the locker room. Dickless Danny. Dink the Dick-Deprived.
Then came the big surprise. Bella put her plump hand in my lap. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and said, "I have our old yearbook in the bedroom. Right by the bed. Wouldn't you like to see it?" I wasn't going to say no.
So I stood up, not caring if her husband got an eyeful of the considerable bulge in my pants, and answered, "Sure, I'd love to see your bedroom. And that yearbook." She gripped my hand and we took a few steps before she looked back at Danny.
She told him, "We might be a while, so you can go downstairs and sort the laundry. In fact, you can hand wash a batch of my panties. I mean, you didn't want to see the yearbook, did you? We both know you're only in it one time. Greg has his picture with the football team, baseball, and all kinds of stuff."
Shamefaced, all he could do was agree with her that he didn't want to see the yearbook, and even added that he had gotten behind on washing her 'delicates'. I couldn't believe it. She must have his balls -- his baby boy balls as they used to get called in gym class -- in her handbag. I smirked at him and said, "Take your time, Dink. No hurry. Right?"
You could see from his posture and sad face that he was defeated. He mumbled, "No problem," and went to do his unmanly job.
As we went into the bedroom I freely put my hand on Bella's full, firm ass. She turned to me and tilted her head back, waiting to be kissed. I was happy to oblige. She put her hot tongue into my mouth and I returned the favor. My free hand went to her oversized bust and lingered there. She rubbed her body against my erection and, as we slowly broke the kiss, she nibbled my lower lip. I said, "I'm guessing you don't act like this with Dink."
She laughed softly and bragged, "I don't act ANYTHING like this with my wimp hubby. The only sex he's allowed is with his mouth on my pussy." She chuckled. "In fact, it's been like that for so long that the tiny thing between his legs gets hard when I tell him it's time for him to eat at the Y or to clean the sweatbox with his tongue."
"So you mean he likes to go down on you?"
"No, he hates it but it's all I let him do. He's so starved for anything close to sex that even having to taste my pussy, which he hates, gets him charged up. The stupid jerk doesn't know if he's coming or going. Well, actually, he's not cumming, at least not while he's in bed with me. I assume he jerks off and I always hint around about it, to get him upset, which it does. I act like I'm joking but it still makes him nervous and ashamed to have me say something like "Been playing with your pee pee again?"
I laughed at that. Then I started helping her get undressed. She did the same for me. When I was bare ass naked she sank down to her knees and showed me that, unlike her husband, she had nothing against giving oral. I have great self control but there were a couple times when she almost popped me off. Still, I held onto my precious bodily fluids, took her hands off my ass and pulled her up to her feet, then lowered her onto the bed -- their bed -- on her back. She looked up at me and smiled and said, "Now the real fun begins. It's been waaaay too long since he had a real man-sized cock in me. Or should I say more-than-man-sized. That thing's a monster, Greg. Let's get busy, lover."
Busy is what we got. I eased into her, which was easy because she was really wet. Bella moaned and squirmed and dug her nails into my shoulders. I started to pump her and she pounded her heels against the mattress and got loud. She was telling me, "Slam me harder, Greg," and "You're incredible, lover," all of which made me work even more at pleasing her. We locked lips. I slowed down the pumping so I could enjoy having my mouth all over her terrific tits. We were both breathing heavy and cursing and groaning, with her shoving her hips up every time I thrust into her. It was dirty sex at its best.
She had one climax and then, a little while later, as I was building her up to a second one, she looked at me with half-lidded eyes, smiled lopsidedly, and said, "You know what really makes this perfect? I know Dinky boy can hear us from downstairs. The sound carries really well. Especially when you keep me on the brink like this, you fantastic fucker, and push all the right buttons. Oh, oh wow, ohhhhhh..." She let out some high pitched yelps that must have had Dinky crying into the warm water where he was washing her hot panties.
I could picture the little sucker as he suffered. I threw in a few grunts and a "Damn it, woman, you're amazing. I could do this all night long." Let him obsess over that. Then I picked up speed and put her over the top. As she started screaming I let myself go and we finished together. It seemed to go on and on before we came down from our frenzied high and I rolled off her. We lay side by side, letting our bodies relax, holding hands, and floating through a sweet afterglow.
Bella said, "I hope this isn't just a one night thing, Greg."
I told her, "Not unless you want it to be, baby. I could get used to this every week. Once. Or twice. Or three times per."
She turned her face toward me, grinned, and just said, "Oh, yeah, stud. Momma wants lots of you. Bella gotta have it."
We laughed together, kissed once more, and then talked some about how upset and frustrated Danny must be by then. We listened and could here him moving around below us, but that was all. Bella said, "I'm not going to talk to him about this. He can just stew. I know he won't have the nerve to bring it up himself. Besides, if he did, what would he hear from me? That if there was even the slightest chance of him ever getting laid in this house, he just lost it? I am going to have so much fun tormenting him. Now I can drop hints not just about him wanking, but about him getting cheated on." She stroked my chest and finished, "This is going to be soooo much fun."
That was two months ago. Bella and I have been hitting the sheets every couple of days. It never gets old with her because she takes such obvious joy in getting nailed. We've had fun with all kinds of positions and she also finished that blowjob she started on the first night. That woman could write a book about BJs. And Danny looks miserable every time I'm there. But I just slap him on the back, put my arm around his narrow shoulders, call him 'buddy', and act like me putting it to his wife is the most natural thing that could happen. Like I'm doing him a favor. Doing what he doesn't have the equipment to do for her. I figure if he can't keep his wife happy, someone else will, if it's me or another lucky guy. But I intend to make sure it stays me. Bella is one incredible lay and I love being with her even when we don't have our hands all over each other, in a big hurry to get to bed. We go to a club out of town, on the highway, and have a good time like we were dating, get up and dance, share a pitcher of beer, and have sandwiches or a pizza.
When we know we're going out I bring my work shoes along in a bag. They have those waffle soles that get all kinds of crap stuck in their grooves. After we leave, Dinky has to clean them, going over each inch of caked in dirt with toothpicks, getting it all out, before he cleans the leather and adds some kind of protective coating stuff that Bella made him buy with his own money. She sure knows how to keep him on a short leash. And the next time I come over Dinky gets those shoes again, and they're just as dirty as before. On the nights I'm not there she still makes him get his head down between her full thighs and lap her lady parts. I can see him there, desperately trying to keep her happy, maybe thinking that if he does a good enough job she'll stop seeing me, or at least that we'll get together less often. She told me she's pretty sure that's what's going on in his head. But she's never going to cut back. Bella has an endless appetite for sex. So Danny boy can keep right on sucking clit, getting his tongue up inside her and knowing that my cock has been there not too long ago. He'll have to get used to it because I'm going to stick with Bella for years and years. In fact, I've been sleeping over at her place and she sends him down to a beat up old cot in the basement. If we listen very closely we can hear Dinky crying himself to sleep. Which just gets Bella hot for another round of sex.
