You have some jugs on you, fat boy.
My wife was in a really domme mood this morning. She reminded me that I’m not allowed to leave the house without her permission.
“I don’t go anywhere anyway,” I said.
“Aww is it cuz I put so much weight on you?” She said.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I like it.”
The truth is I’m incredibly lazy and a glutton. A stay at home hubby is the best lifestyle for me.
We were sitting at the kitchen table having this conversation .I had just finished a plate of bacon, sausage and eggs. Then she pushed four thick cinnamon rolls in front of me.
“You know,” she said. “A year from now you asking for permission to leave the house won’t matter. You’ll be too big to get down the porch steps.”
“Yeah right,” I said. I said it in kind of a defiant bratty way which my wife picked up on instantly
“Yeah right?” She laughed. “Yeah right? Eat your cinnamon rolls you little brat.”
While I ate the rolls she stood behind me. I wasn’t wearing a shirt and she ran her hands through my back rolls snd tits. Then she cupped my tits in her hands and jiggled them up and down
“You have some jugs on you fat boy,” she said. She stood up and went into the kitchen and started pulling stuff from the fridge. Then I heard the blender.
“Meet me in the bedroom,”she said.
I got up from the table and waddled down the hallway to the bedroom. Without any clothes on my fat shakes and bounces uncontrollably. My belly apron sways and the fat on my hips shakes up and down.
I got into bed and pulled the bed sheet over me. My wife wasn’t far behind with the blender in one hand and her vibrator in the other.
She pulled the sheet off me and handed me rhe blender. It was completely full with what I assumed was ice cream, peanut butter, half and half and Nutella.
“Don’t start chugging yet,”:she said. Then she undressed and sat down on the chair facing the bed. Then a moment later i heard the buzzing sound of the vibrator as she spread her thunder thighs wide.
“ok chug it. Chug it fat boy.”
I chugged it while staring at her, her soft fat body spread over the sides of the accent chair while she pleasured herself. I chugged it down taking breaks to breathe then chugged more.
Before I knew it my wife was straddling me, the bottom end of the vibrator sinking into my fatpad. The orgasms seemed to roll through her one after another as she rode me hard. Then she rolled off me in exhaustion.
We lay there for several minutes trying to catch our breathe then she looked at the blender which I had cradled under my arm.
“Finish it,” she said. “Finish it and you get to cum too.”
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