1. The Works Do


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: True Story, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Mature, Oral Sex, Plumper, Water Sports/Pissing, Wife, Author: beloved1949, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    The Works Do “It’s staff only.” “But it’s only at the Manor pub” I protested. My wife looked at me. “No kids. And we have no-one else to look after them.” I returned the look. “OK, how are you going to get there?” “I’ll drive there and leave my car at Pat’s and then come and you can get me around 11 or 11:30. We can pick up my car in the morning.” “I liked it better when you only drank diet coke.” “It’s still only diet coke.” “Yes, but with rather a load of vodka in it.” Though lately she was using whisky Our eldest 2 had grown and flown the nest but we now had a 13 year old and a 4 year old. Don’t ask. Accidents happen. I looked at her again. What I saw was an overweight, extremely overweight female of 40 only 5’ 2” and still with the biggest pair of tits of any woman I had known. I held up my hands. “OK, OK. So when exactly is this do?” “Friday week, and I need something new to wear.” I knew what that meant. Saturday I would have to spend one of my days off following her round Merry Hill in the forlorn hope of finding something that fitted her and that she liked. Usually an impossible task. Well, maybe not impossible but extremely difficult. So we did. And, miracle of miracles, she found a new dress in the space of one hour. I gave thanks to the great God of Outsize, Evans for that and we went for a cup of coffee. “So, you’re all set.” She shook her head. “Nope. New underwear, especially a new bra.” I was going to suggest a scaffolding company that I knew of but thought ...
    better of it. Did not want to puncture her air of euphoria. One bra, two pairs of knickers, a suspender belt and a couple of pairs of stockings later we were back in the car and headed home. “You haven’t worn stockings for years. Why now?” “Just fancied them. It feels good and the weather is going to be warm so I don’t want to be trussed up in tights.” “So why wear them at all?” No answer, just that look again. Was not going to be said but we both knew that she really did not have the best pair of legs to show off. On the eve of the do, in common with all females that I have known or read about, she spent and enormous amount of time getting ready. Eventually she wobbled down the stairs perched on the highest heels I had seen her wear in years. Another new purchase. “Are you sure about those?” I asked “You’re not going to be able to walk far in them.” “Or drive.” I added. “And you have a tendency to break the heels on shoes.” She looked at me with disdain, fluttering her newly mascaraed eyelashes and pursing her freshly painted lips. “Well. Firstly I don’t have far to walk. And secondly I’ve decided you can drop me off.” I bent my head to kiss her. She backed off her head. “Don’t, you’ll smudge my lipstick. Come on, I need to go.” As we all got in the car I took a look at her. Obese as she was, she was extremely pretty. Many years ago she managed to lose a load of weight. She looked stunning. I remember the impact she had on my best friend who was also best man at our wedding. He ...
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