Locked Since The End Of August. Guess We’re Doing Locktober…

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She was sat on the couch, her short blonde bob framing her pretty face, her body is large and the black dress she wears is stretched across her large breasts and stretches again in places where her rolls of belly fat are testing the fabric. The long, floaty dress is pulled up above her knees, showing some of her shapely thighs, the pale creamy skin contrasting with the black outfit. She has one foot on the floor and the other is extended out to her husband who is slowly and carefully massaging her toes, rubbing each one in turn. She holds a glass of gin and tonic, taking the occasional sip as she relaxes.

He is wearing almost nothing, the small steel cage on his cock is considered part of his body now and the pale pink knickers are more for show as they hardly cover anything and are almost see through.

She finishes her drink and he takes the glass from her, heading to the kitchen to make another. When he returns she takes the glass and tells him to dim the lights. She slowly sips her drink before telling him to lie down on the floor.

She stands up and walks so her feet are on either side of his head, facing down his body towards his feet. She kneels down, trapping his arms under her legs, stopping him from moving, she then spreads out her black skirt to cover his head and chest.

He cannot see anything as she moves her body so that her pussy is just above his mouth and he realises she has no underwear on.

He breathes in her scent as he feels her lips touch his and he slowly begins to kiss and lick at his wife's fat pussy.

She moves her large sexy body around as he licks, making encouraging and contended noises and helping him reach the places she wants to feel his tongue.

Reaching forwards she pulls his caged cock from the pretty knickers and starts to gently squeeze his swollen balls, feeling his groans vibrate through her pussy.

He continues to explore her folds with his tongue as she plays, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain he feels in his trapped cock as he gets his wife wetter and wetter with saliva adding to her natural lubricant.

Suddenly she pulls away, leaning forwards until she can reach the padlock on his cage with the key on her necklace.

She carefully unlocks him and removes his chastity cage before settling back and pushing herself back onto his face and tongue.

She takes her time getting her husband hard, teasing with her hands while gently moving and rocking backwards and forwards on his mouth, pushing down on his tongue and letting him lick inside her as far as he can reach.

When she decides she has teased enough she lifts her large body and moves downwards until she has her pussy lips on his hard cock, she adjusts her skirt again to keep everything hidden from sight and then tells him that he must let her know when he is ready to cum.

She raises herself up and reaches under her skirt, gripping his cock hard and slowly pushing the head against her hot, wet entrance, smiling at his moans as she pushes down onto him.

He feels her move faster and faster and he frantically tries to get her to go slow, desperate to last longer, wanting his wife to cum first. But she ignores him and does not slow her pace. After telling her he cannot stop himself from cumming, he moans and grunts as he orgasms for the first time in weeks, his twitching cock flooding her pussy with his cum.

She quickly moves off him and turns around before moving back up his body so she is kneeing again over his face.

She bunches her skirts up above the rolls of her belly so that he can see her cum filled pussy being lowered onto his mouth and she can see his eyes widen as she looks down at him over her breasts.

He licks carefully at his cum which is leaking from between her puffy, swollen lips and he watches as she moves her fingers down to rub her clit.

He pushes his tongue as far into her as he can, tasting and swallowing mouthfuls of his bitter, salty sweet cum as he sees her fingers working faster and faster. She pushes down hard and cums loudly, telling him to keep licking.

Afterwards she stands and asks if he enjoyed eating his cum out of her cunt?

She says that his face looks too sticky to kiss and tells him to go for a shower and to get his little cock locked back up.

She sits back down on the couch and starts to sip her drink again. Her husband comes back downstairs a few minutes later, washed clean and with his cock cage back on, she carefully checks his cage and clicks the padlock shut before they cuddle up together on the couch.

Just imagining my wife on a night out.

It is a busy club, loud and dark. Most people there are looking to hook-up and my wife is no exception.

She has had just enough to drink and lost her inhibitions.

She has danced with loads of guys, flirting and rubbing her big ass and fat belly against them, feeling their hard cocks pushing against her.

Eventually she feels one which is massive, much bigger than her husband and she is feeling horny.

“Let’s go outside for a bit” she whispers into his ear as she runs her hand along the outline of his shaft in his pants.

Behind the bar they find a secluded alley and she kisses him while undoing his belt. He kisses her back while groping her large breasts and pulling her skirt up to rub his hands over her knickers, feeling the heat and wetness from her pussy.

She releases his cock from his pants, gripping his long meaty shaft, mentally measuring him and feeling delight that her fingers can barely reach around his girth.

She drops to her knees and takes the head between her lips. He is delighted with the hot married bbw he has pulled and wants to use her, he firmly grips her head and pulls her onto him, holding her in place as he pushes inch after inch of hard thick cock into her mouth until he feels the tightness of her throat.

He fucks her face forcefully for several minutes, enjoying the sensations.

My wife is loving the feeling of being used like a whore, coating his cock in thick saliva and she is frantically rubbing her pussy, ready for more.

She pulls back and stands up, pulling her dress and bra down to reveal her large heavy breasts with the key to her husband’s chastity cage hanging on a long silver chain. She closes her eyes and moans as the stranger grabs two handfuls of soft flesh and pinches her erect nipples hard. “Please fuck me” she almost begs.

She is bent at the waist, hands against the wall to steady herself as he pushes the head of his massive member into her tight married cunt.

He pushes and grinds until he is as deep as she can take him, then he grips a handful of hair and starts to fuck her. Hard, fast and deep. She is gasping and groaning with the intensity of his fucking and she tries to spread her legs wider and push her pussy back to take as much of him inside her as possible.

Her fat tits are swaying back and forward and the chastity key is swinging between them as she shudders through an orgasm.

He grunts and floods her pussy with his hot seed, then he pulls his thick cock out of her cheating used cunt.

He smacks her hard across her exposed ass cheek then pulls up his pants and walks away without a word.

My wife pulls her knickers back into place and rearranges her skirt, bra and top. She leaves her key out, on full display.

“I think I’m ready to go home now” she says and I step out of the shadows where I have been watching. She kisses me hard on the lips and cuddles against me. “That was fucking hot” she tells me.

“I can’t wait till you eat his cum out of me” she declares and as she says this she slips two fingers under her skirt and into her used hole, scooping some of their juices and then pushing her fingers into my mouth.

“I wish you could fuck me like that” she laughs.

Mr. Footlong

There's something about being driven by my husband to a cheap motel in order to be fucked by an enormous cock. And that's exactly what I did Friday night.

We checked in: first floor room with a door to the parking lot. We left the curtains open, with the thin shade the only thing from seeing right in. It helped with the lighting, so my husband could more easily see what would be happening to me. I changed into skimpy lingerie: red, not my best color, but it was new and I needed to take it for a "spin." See how much it enticed a lover to ride me harder.

My husband let him in: taller than I expected, but true to his pictures. I wanted to hurry to see the REST of his pictures were accurate, but we sat down on the bed together to chat and ease into things. My husband eased into the chair at the table.

We started kissing as I noticed people walking by. They'd get a treat if they stopped to watch, but they didn't. He laid me down, and proceeded to go down on me. It felt so good, but I didn't cum. He disrobed, and I got my first sight of the largest dick I've ever seen in real life. Probably 3 or 4 inches longer than anything I've seen, and about the size of my wrist. He was semi-hard, so I figured it would get bigger.

And it did: in my mouth. It was a good size, and choked me despite having most of his cock not in my mouth. I went down as deep as I could, putting my hand on it… and my second hand behind it on his shaft. My eyes were tearing, but he persisted in keeping it in me. Choking harder, he relented, slobber all over his upper shaft.

He picked me up, and tossed me on my back on the bed. He was going in missionary, on the bed sideways… a perfect view for my husband of what was about to be stuck in his wife. But he teased for a while, moving his head up and down and he put his weight on me, his tongue finding mine in my mouth. He stuck it in, just the head and maybe an inch. It hurt, but not as much as I thought: he was apparently acquainted with getting a woman ready to take his full erection.

He went in, and I never felt so full. He was probably halfway in, but I orgasmed. He held it there as I came hard, my moan increasing as I felt how my pussy couldn't contract on such a thick piece of flesh. He started up again when my writhing subsided, putting maybe another couple inches in, and began some decent thrusts in and out. I came again, less than 30 seconds from my previous one. We went like this: some fucking, my orgasm, some more fucking, another orgasm. I think I took it all, but didn't feel his balls on me. Had to ask my husband later (apparently it was pretty much in).

He came into what had to be directly in my cervix. I came right away, hard. His pulses coupled with my contractions was doubling the pleasure I had. It was good: really good. When he pulled out, I had several more contractions with how long it took to slowly pull out.

He went to wash up, and my husband came to reclaim me. He didn't go down on me, preferring to feel how I had been stretched out with the other, massive penis. Yes, I could "feel" my husband, but he said it definitely was different: looser, maybe less "tight" or less able to grip his cock. The guy came out of the bathroom, said he had to leave earlier than planned, and got his things. Disappointing, but, as I was getting impaled by my love, I didn't complain as much. He left, opening the door to the world as my husband was still fucking me.

My husband came in me, and I felt fulfilled. We laid together for a while, realizing that we were in some seedy motel in Tacoma, having had an enormous penis open me up so good I still felt wrecked. We probably won't call upon Mr. Footlong's services again - he was a little too cocky, deprecating to us both, and sure of himself for our liking - but I truly did enjoy what a dick of that size and girth could do to me.

We left, maybe 3 hours after checking in. I didn't go to check out with him, but my husband enjoyed the confusion and then realization from the front desk that we'd just come to the motel for a quick, random fuck.

I need more quick, random fucks from well-endowed men.

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