Cuckolded my fat wife

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My sex story of being cuckolded by my BBW wife, I've been married to my wife for five years. There's a couple of things you should know about her before I get started. Her name is Victoria, she's 35 years old, and she's a certified BBW. I put a lot of emphasis on the B's ? she's big, and holy shit is she beautiful.

She's packing a lot of extra weight, and it's in all the right places. Her breasts are huge and rounded with large perky nipples. Her thick thighs perfectly complement her plump, juicy ass. She has ruby brunette hair which reaches down her back and just about touches the top of her backside. She's a sight to behold, and every day I wonder how I managed to tie her down?

The thing is, Victoria is a woman who knows how amazing she is, and always gets what she wants. Me, on the other hand? I'm just a below-average guy, and we both know it. I would say I more or less worship her, but that would be putting it lightly. She has me under her thumb, and I haven't got enough backbone to resist. I work nine hours a day in a job I hate while she stays at home or goes out to eat in fancy restaurants with her friends. I slave away, work my fingers to the bone? But at the end of the month, my entire pay check goes into her bank account. And if I want money for anything, I need to ask her for permission. She often says no. Sometimes I wonder if she does it just to watch me squirm and exert control over me; to let me know who's boss. And all the while she's splashing out on brand new shoes, dresses, makeup?

Now I guess I should get on with it and tell you what I know you came here for. The juicy details. Our so-called sex life.

By now you've probably got a certain picture of me; an invertebrate, pathetic little worm. I wouldn't argue with that. As I've said, Victoria is very demanding, and it takes a lot to please her; that includes in the bedroom. How could someone like me ever give her what she needs?

I had always suspected that I wasn't enough for her. It's not that I'm not big enough? It's more that I don't have it in me to really give her everything she wants. I'm not man enough. When she strips off to her underwear, and I gaze upon her majestic body ? the perfect curves of her body, the way her breasts stand out proudly in a huge bunch inside her bra ? my stomach lurches. I feel so small ? physically and metaphorically ? next to her. When she climbs on top of me, and my rock-hard penis enters her big wet cunt, and her breasts are pushing up against my face and her big, perfectly round belly is pushing up against my own stomach, I can't help but blow my load. In these moments I grasp her massive asscheeks with my two hands and hold on for dear life, as if afraid I may never get the chance again. Afterwards she always gives me this look of disgust and disappointment, and I feel so unworthy.

After this became a predictable routine, she started making me lick her pussy before we started intercourse, so she could actually have at least one orgasm. Most of the time she would end up finishing herself off and always with her eyes closed. The thought always occurred to me that behind her closed eyes, she was imagining somebody else.

My story really begins around six months ago, when things had gotten to an all-time low We'd gradually stopped having sex full stop. As sex had always been on her terms, she didn't even give me an excuse. It was as if my needs didn't matter to her at all. And of course, I didn't have the balls to be commanding and take control, to take what I wanted from her.

It was Sunday daytime and while she was out with her other BBW friends, shopping and probably discussing how pathetic I am, I opened up her laptop to check her internet history. I found what I expected to find; she'd been on various porn sites. In fact, it seems she'd been viewing porn for the past few months. She had watched videos with titles such as ?Athletic guy fucks BBW', ?BBW takes big black cock and cums multiple times', and another with the title ?Pathetic guy watches his wife get fucked by alpha with huge cock'. When I read this I felt a kind of sickness in my stomach. But it wasn't a bad kind of sick, and I noticed another sensation as well? I felt my jeans and noticed my cock had hardened. I was confused and didn't want to acknowledge what just happened, so I closed the laptop lid.

For some reason my eyes drifted over to the other side of the bedroom, and I spotted something in my peripheral vision. It was her washing basket, and something hanging off its edge. I walked over to see what it was.

It was black. It was lacy. And it was something I hadn't seen in a while.

I picked it up and realised I was looking at a pair of Victoria's panties. In fact, it was my favourite pair? a pair I hadn't seen in months. Since we'd stopped having sex I hadn't seen her in anything skimpy or sexy. But here they were, dirty and hanging off the edge of her washing basket.

I grasped them in my hand and felt a stirring in my trousers. It had been weeks since I last blew a good load and seeing those panties brought back memories of Victoria's luscious body. The way these panties wrapped themselves tightly around her waist and slid into her ass crack. The smell of her pussy. It was just too much to resist.

I unbuttoned my jeans and fell backwards onto the bed. I held the panties up to my face and breathed in, stroking my cock. As soon as I took in Victoria's scent, I felt myself lurch. I jerked my cock rapidly, imagining my face actually buried in Victoria's huge ass. And then it was all over, and I felt warm semen all over my chest.

It was over, and I felt more pathetic than ever. Here I was, masturbating over my own fat wife's panties, and all the while she was fantasising about being with better men.

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After around ten minutes of lying in my own mess, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Something I had seen while I was looking at her search history but not realised until now. I went back to her laptop and opened it up again.

And that's when I noticed the dates of her internet history. She had been watching porn for a while, but not in the last two weeks. In fact, she went from watching it nearly every single day, and then not at all. I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach. She had stopped watching porn of big, alpha guys fucking BBWs, yet our sex life was as dead as ever. What was happening?

I thought back to how she had been acting the last few weeks. I thought about how usually I get home from work, and before I have a chance to set down my suitcase, she demands that I make her dinner. Recently she'd been a bit nicer. I was allowed thirty minutes to sit down with a cup of coffee before making her food. Hell, I was even allowed to watch what I wanted on the television for a while. She seemed overall in a better mood and I just put it down to hormones or something. But now I was starting to wonder if it was something else.

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