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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following pornograhpic story, "Making My Mess With Tess" is copyrighted material under my nom de plume Dean Deanhomme. I intend to inlcude this story in a larger collection of material under the copyrighted title, "A Tale of Two Titties: With Apologies to Charles Dickens, a collection of pornographic novellas, short stories, anecdotes and essays, by Dean Denhomme.

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MAKING MY MESS WITH TESS...by Dean Denhomme...

There is a clever line in one of Ross Macdonald’s novels. His main character, private detective Archer, visits a psychiatric hospital on behalf of a client. At one point during the visit he notices the attractive social worker Ms. Parish. As she turns to leave the office in which he is sitting, Archer observes to himself—and to the reader—she had hips well made for c***d bearing and associated activities.

Although a breast man, the first thing I noticed about Tess was her ass. Marge and I had moved into the neighborhood only two days before and I was pulling out of my driveway for what must have been the fifteenth trip to Home Depot when I saw Tess, or more accurately, her ass. Tess was in her front yard, bending over to pick up some gardening tool. Her shorts were tight fitting and offered great definition to her broad bottom. Yep, she had hips well made for c***d bearing and associated activities.

I lingered and drove by slowly enough to see Tess stand and offer a profile. Damn, I said to myself.

Marge and I, in our eighth year of marriage, lived in that neighborhood for four years, until our marriage died of emotional asphyxiation, and I moved out. During the last two of those years of marital decline, I banged Tess on a regular basis, and, for a couple years after I moved into a townhome a few miles away, we were still at it. In fact, even though she has since divorced and remarried, Tess and I still get together for an occasional fuck.

Tess’ husband at the time, Derek, owned a chain of auto parts stores and fancied himself a hotshot business tycoon. I suppose he was successful but he was a real asshole. One memorable day, Marge and I came home from a weekend away to find his water hose hooked up to my side faucet. The hose snaked back beneath his back yard gate. The fucker was using my water on his lawn!

I know he hit on Marge, although I am not sure if he actually tapped it. Let me be clear. Tess was not the cause of my collapsed marriage, more a symptom. While I have developed a full stable of buxom beauties, Tess remains one of my favorites. But it took a while to get to her. We would cross paths at block parties, sometimes at the local grocery store. A couple of times, Marge and I invited a few neighbors over—including Tess and Dickhead—for a barbecue.

One summer day during the week I took off from work to run some errands. Marge had called to say she would be a little late coming home as she was going to happy hour with some of the girls from her office. Finished with my errands around eleven; I came home, grabbed a beer and my laptop and went out onto the patio. Tess and Derek had a pool and I heard a splash. I sat there a few minutes and, finally, decided I had to take a peek. I know this sounds a bit perverted, but I couldn’t help myself. I pulled a little bench we had in our garden area over near the fence, stood on it and carefully peered over the top. Damn. I looked just in time to see her coming up out of the pool, at the shallow end, closest to me. Topless, she was sporting an incredible set of what I would later learn were double Es, gorgeous heavy hangers, water raining off her shimmering body. Tess is 5’2” so those huge honeys hung down so nicely and seeing them all naked like that just sent me into an immediate state of arousal.

Now, at the time, Tess was a bit self-conscious about her weight and tended toward blousy, billowing clothes to hide her hips and tits. And, frankly, without makeup, she is average looking. I don’t mean to sound superficial, but it’s true. While I appreciated the scene of her ass in the front yard some two years before, and with a breast man’s sense, more than knowing, that she had a big set beneath all her usually overflowing attire, I never really thought about taking a run at her. But that day, everything changed.

I watched her work her way around the pool to her lounge chair, that ample ass shaking and quaking, those big beauties bobbing and bouncing. I grabbed my crotch and rubbed over my hardness. I appreciated her in a completely new light. Yes, I had a new, fresh ambition; I wanted to tap it and tap it good.

Still, it took a while. I came across her a month later at the nearby grocery store. We chatted a bit, sharing a mutual complaint about a teenager down the street, his noisy motorcycle. Then, just as I was about to push my cart away she told me Derek was going out of town to a conference next week and would be gone from Tuesday through Friday. Then, incredibly, she told me she knew about Marge going to Dallas to spend some time with her mother. I didn’t know Marge and Tess had talked. Then as she pushed her cart away, she said, “Looks like we’re on our own. Maybe you could come over for a swim.”

I was, as you might imagine, in a heightened state of arousal, feverish with anticipation for several days. Unfortunately, Marge didn’t leave until Wednesday morning.

As soon as Marge drove off, I began wondering how I would approach Tess. Should I just go knock on the door? Should I call? I had, after all, their home number.

I agonized for over an hour. I drank coffee, tried to read the paper. Made some work related phone calls—half hearted attempts to focus on something other than the residual memory of Tess’ glimmering, water d****d tits.

Then, around 10:30 my cell phone trilled alive. I didn’t recognize the number but I answered. It was her, “Hey there,” she says, “I see your car in the drive. I guess Marge made it off okay?”

“How did you get my number?”

“Honey, when you called to invite us over a few months ago. I captured your number.”

“Really?”

Now, here I have to admit, I am stroking my dick.

“Yes, just in case I would ever need it again.”

I didn’t ask. I just waited.

“So, would you like to come over for a swim? It’s really hot outside.”

“I’ll be right over.”

“Oh, Duke….why don’t you just come on in through the gate. I’ll be out back.”

I quickly donned a bathing suit and a pullover t-shirt advertising my alma mater. I grabbed a towel.

Tess was sitting in a lawn chair, sipping on a strawberry daiquiri. Her black hair pulled back into a pony tail. White framed sunglasses, a matching two piece bathing suit. The bikini top, a push-up variety, offered a delightful view of her big, bunched up beauties. Big bulges of tit flesh, deep rich cleavage, all burnished bronze and shiny with tanning oil. Her left leg, equally browned, was crossed over her right. When I came toward her, she uncrossed her leg, offering a most unladylike, but exciting, pose for a moment or two and then crossed the right over the left.

“Bar is open, Duke. Help yourself.” And she nodded toward the patio door.

I went in and, sure enough, bottles were set out on the kitchen counter like a small future city. I found the Knob Creek, with a splash of ginger ale—taking a perverse pleasure in drinking Derek’s best bourbon and being able to leer at his woman’s body--returning to the patio with a very generous portion.

We talked a while. Every so often, Tess would sit up and lean forward, offering another breathtaking view of those ballooning boobs—I mentally begged for them to spring free, fall out and drop down.

At this point, I’m rock hard and ready. I sat across from her and there was no hiding the erection. I had a major boner. It hurt and really needed to be let loose.

Tess pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head and gave an unabashed, long leer at my crotch.

Well, we flirted for a while, flagrantly.

After a half hour or so, we decided to get into the pool. We entered the water with our drinks, Tess set her cup on the side and I followed suit. She swam around for a while, I watched, mesmerized as her ass would break the surface. At one point, as it happens, a pivotal moment, Tess swam over to me where I stood waist deep, sipping my bourbon. She picked up her drink and then knelt down into the water—her titties floated up and bobbled on the surface and I audibly gasped.

She did it again, and then giggled, “Duke, did you just whimper?”

I know I blushed—for I probably had whimpered. Those large lovelies were, well, so very lovely.

At this juncture, I am in a truly feverish state of lust. I just flat out told her, “They’re beautiful.”

“Are you a breast man Duke?” She feigned being coquettish, sipping her drink and turning her head to the side—all the while keeping an eye on me.

Here, I told a little fib, “Derek has told me you sometimes sunbathe topless.”

Tess gave a playful little punch on the shoulder, “Oh, did he now?”

I shrugged, “I’m just saying.”

She emitted a little laugh and began to move out of the pool, much to my dismay. Tess looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Well, I’d take off my top if I thought you could behave yourself—but, I don’t think you can--.” She wagged her finger at me.

Tess laughed again, “Oh, you look soooo sad.”

I followed her into the house so we could refresh our drinks and as I watched her ass wiggle I just had to grab myself and give my cock a jerk or two beneath the cloth of my swim trunks. To my undying chagrin, she saw my action reflected in the glass of the patio door.

“Duke, you are a very, very naughty boy.”

Well, as I said, I was terribly embarrassed. Tess, put on a sleeveless blouse, but left it unbuttoned. I tried to apologize but she waved it off, “Actually, it’s quite flattering. It’s been a long time since a man has gotten horny at the sight of me.”

While I doubted it then and doubt it now, I nodded.

We went back onto the patio, poolside, but I sensed the moment had passed. I stayed for another few minutes, and then politely excused myself, “I really need to go before I do something stupid—that is, something else stupid.”

She chuckled, got up—I opening gaped at her wobbling wonders--and she gave me little peck on the cheek—I remember the smell of coconut and the palpable heat coming off her body.

Needless to say, I went home and promptly jacked off. But I was still in quite a state. As I had taken off from work the entire day, I went to my favorite bar, then my second favorite, then—well, my third favorite bar. I was trying so hard to get Tess off my mind.

I ate lunch at the third favorite bar, a nice little Irish style pub. I sat at the bar, ogling the bartender Keri, her tits ensconced in a tight fitting t-shirt and her ass squeezed into some tattered jeans with holes and rips strategically located to boost her tips.

Around 1:30 in the afternoon, my cellphone came alive. Earlier, I had fielded a handful of business related calls—my secretary had a question or two—a call from one or two friends. So, I almost let this latest call go to voice mail, but then I recognized the number.

“Hey there,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Duke? Where are you, I didn’t see your car in the driveway.”
“I’m having a bit of lunch. I’m in mid-town.”

There was a pause and I heard ice cascade as she took a sip of her drink—while I was there she had switched from daiquiris to gin and tonics. Then, she asked, “Do you really, really want to see them?”

“Oh my—are you serious?”

Again with the little, guttural chuckle, “You’d better hurry over before I change my mind. I am out by the pool again, just come in through the gate.”

Now, I have a dedicated checking account for my entertainment and usually pay my bar tabs with a debit card. This time, I threw down forty bucks in cash and, on my way home, probably broke a dozen traffic laws.

When I made my way into Tess and Derek’s backyard, there she was. Tess still wore her two piece bathing suit—yes, the bra top was on, covering those huge honeys. But they did indeed glisten from a mild film of perspiration and tanning oil.

My disappointment at not seeing a pair of bared beauties—naked titties—must have registered. Tess laughed, “Oh baby, don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind.”

“I need a fresh drink,” she said, standing up. I noticed Tess staggered a bit and it occurred to me that she had been drinking throughout the afternoon. Now, I like to think I’m not an opportunist when it comes to taking advantage of women who are drunk or otherwise vulnerable. However, I admit in that particular situation, having already surreptitiously seen those gorgeous, heavy hanging hooters in their glistening glory, not harboring any guilt about fondling and, if the opportunity presented itself, fucking Derek’s wife I determined then and there—as we crossed the threshold into the kitchen--to seize the day. Yes, I decided to get what I could—on one end of the spectrum it might be merely a new, fresh look at her titties, or at the other end, I might get some afternoon delight, where I could jiggle her jugs, ram her rump, pump her pussy. At that point, I would have settled for anything within that range.

At first, it seemed I would indeed have to accommodate myself to merely viewing those huge honeys. After taking a sip or two of our drinks—gin for her, bourbon for me—we chatted about where I had been that afternoon. I admitted I had launched onto a bar crawl to take my mind off her body. This seemed to please her and Tess even graced me with a little wiggle and wag of her titties.

“Let’s go back outside,” Tess said and moved toward the door with what I believed to be an exaggerated swish and sway of her ample ass.

When I had left Tess, before going out to commence my pub crawl, I had changed into a pair of chinos over a pair of baggy boxer shorts. So, the bulge in my pants was quite evident. I followed those quaking cheeks back out onto the patio.

Tess told me, “Now, you sit over there and behave yourself.”

I did as I was told. She moved a few yards from me—well out of reach I noticed. Tess took a long slug from her gin and tonic and placed the cup with great care onto the armchair of her lounger.

With that curious dexterity peculiar to women, Tess reached behind her to unsnap the bikini top. Time was suspended. Everything took on a heightened glow of light and deeper intensity of heat—an electric moment—as I waited for the unveiling of those massive, awesome fun bags. When the back strap came lose there was a noticeable slump and drop of her big beauties. She kept them covered while she deftly slipped her arms—one at a time—through the shoulder straps.

At this point, I am crazy with lust—lost in it—needing titties and pussy and the work of a woman’s hands, tongue and lips on my cock.

Then, she did the most magnificent thing. She turned her titties loose; one big, beautiful, bobbing boob at a time. First, the left one bulged out, flopped free and tumbled down. Then the right one bulged out, flopped free and tumbled down.

Now, up to this point I had been leaning forward in rapt anticipation, but when those huge honeys hopped out I fell back in the lawn chair, involuntarily grabbed my crotch, and yelped, “Oh fuck!”

There they were—huge heavy hanging honeys, tear-drop shaped titties drooping down and slightly out just a few inches above the level of her belly button; pert nipples and areolae the color of damp sand. Oh so such large lovelies. I stared, I know, slack jawed in awe.

Indulge me here a moment to describe Tess in a little more detail. While I knew she sunbathed topless—for I had myself seen the evidence—it was obvious such exposure was an occasional occurrence. Tess sported some great tan lines around her titties. As the erstwhile reader surely has deduced, Tess was—well, abundant all around. While she was not—is not—a BBW, she is indeed lush, voluptuous. She had—has--a wonderful pear-like curvature at the waist and hips with a broad bottom.

Now, the thought of being able to see that pale tit flesh that no one else got to see but her husband Derek just set me off—oh how I wanted to go over and latch my lips onto those nipples, the right one, then the left one, the right one and so on and so on. Oh yes, I wanted get my hands on them; do that juvenile motor boat thing, smack my face with them, bury my face into that plush tit flesh, jiggle and juggle and make them bounce. I wanted take out my cock and give both those big beauties love taps, I longed, ached to bury my hardness in between them. Yes, I wanted to use those fun bags to jack up my
dick and whack away until I popped my load, made my mighty man mess all over that lovely rolling tit terrain. All of this raced through my mind in a matter of seconds.

But I knew that any precipitous move on my part might shut down all the action. In fact, to confirm my suspicions Tess nearly broke my heart when she said, “Oh Duke, look at you—honey, maybe I should cover them. I mean, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Then she giggled.

“No, no, no, no—leave them out please.”

Comfortable that I wasn’t going to rush over and ravish her, Tess sat down and picked up her drink.

We talked a while, very casually. Tess related to me how she liked going topless—she described her and Derek’s honeymoon in Aruba. There used to be a stretch of beach in our area, on the far eastern end of the Taybor Peninsula, east of Galvan Beach, that was designated nudist. The road was always in a serious state of disrepair that discouraged only the most avid nudist. She told me that Derek and her went down there a few times, but stopped when Derek became upset with how men looked at her.

“That was before I got fat.”

“You are not fat, honey,” I took a sip of my drink, “you are plush. And absolutely so damned sexy.”

As a reward for my compliment she gave her titties another little wiggle and jiggle.

She talked on—a slight slur in the voice, as she was really knocking back the gin and tonics—about her early years with Derek. “The first two or three years, he couldn’t get enough of me; we fucked like minks—whatever the hell that means.”

Tess paused, adjusted her tits, moving them about to a more comfortable position.

“If you need some help with those, just let me know.”

She smiled, “Hmmm, I’ll be sure to let you know. Never know when I might need an extra set of hands,” and she continued her saga. “Well, now I’m pretty sure Derek is banging one of his little Barbie Doll office managers—the one at the west side location. And, there is this one little girl, a waitress at the Bob’s Big Deck Bar that I think he is fucking. He likes them young and slender these days.”

Tess seemed wistful, a bit of sadness glided across her face, “I guess it’s true what they say, ‘familiarity breeds contempt.’” She took another sip and looked at me, evenly. “So, I guess I’ve explained a little of the reason why I’m willing to show my tits to another man. What’s your story, Duke…apart from being a man why do you want to see another woman’s tits so badly?” She smiled at me, a dazzling smile—mischievous. The sadness was gone, replaced with playfulness.

I explained the progression—regression, really—of my marriage. How Marge had gone through her own transformation; how the fucking—“making love as I phrased it”—had become less and less frequent; how she spent a lot of time at the gym, how she groused about the silliest things. I suppose Tess and I were attempting to justify what might be happening.

Then, suddenly, abruptly, Tess seemed quite tipsy, bordering on drunk. She set down her drink and then, hefted up both her tits, looked down on them and said, “You know, when we were dating, and the first couple years of our marriage, Derek used to do the naughtiest things to my tits.” She let them drop and I moaned, renewing my erection.

“Like, uh what kind of things?”

“Oh Duke,” she sighed, even sounded a little annoyed, waved a hand at me in dismissal, “You know what—using them to get off, spraying out his stuff onto them. Although, come to think of it, he hasn’t done that in a long, long time. When we do fuck, he hardly plays with them.”

Tess seemed to ponder her words, “What about Marge? She seems to have some big ones. She let you do naughty things with hers?”

It was true. Marge did have a nice set; not nearly as large as Tess’ big beauties, but nicely shaped D-cups. And, yes, Marge let me do the usual naughty things with them until, as I explained to Tess, the last year or so when she seemed to have acquired a revulsion to seeing me cum. I guess I was getting a little drunk as well and my inhibitions were shutting down because I related one memorable afternoon when both Marge and I were home. I was looking forward to fucking her two or three times, but during the first go at her, I pulled out in time to cum over her breasts and neck. As I maneuvered my way up to straddle her at the waist, I noticed Marge, on her back, did not bunch her tits up as usual but allowed them to grade to the side. Then, just as I am about to unleash my man mess she said in a tone of total disgust, “Dammit, Duke whatever the fuck happened to cuming inside my pussy?”

Undeterred, I had shot out a healthy load onto her tits and neck, but I must admit her outburst had spoiled the mood and dampened my pleasure. She had promptly struggled out from beneath me, gotten up, gone into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. “So much for my afternoon delight,” I said to Tess, gulping down my bourbon. The ice had melted to small pads. I drained the drink. I was mildly appalled at myself that I had revealed something so intimate and potentially revolting to Tess.

I got up, went inside to freshen my drink. Returning to my place, we sat there in silence for several moments, maybe minutes. A dog barked out several high pitched bursts, a lawn mower grounded over a thick patch, gasped and then came back to high roar. A car swished by out front. I stared at her tits, regaining my interest.

Tess sat up straight, preened a bit, making her tits stand out—she grinned at me and stood, “I’ll be right back, don’t you go anywhere, sweetie.” She once more waved her lovelies at me.

I took stock of the afternoon. We had gone through a complete cycle from playful flirtation, moving to a little more serious state of sexual brinkmanship, commiserating with each other about our near sexless marriages, rationalizing why it would be okay to move onto extramarital pleasures, and then back to the flirtation.

My cock told me—insistently—it was time to break this cycle come what may, forgive the pun. It was time to make a move for those tits, that ass, that pussy. If I was rejected, so be it, I could go home and jack off. But I needed some action and I needed it right then!
Evidently Tess had been entertaining similar thoughts.
When she moved to her chair, her titties bobbing, her ass wagging, instead of sitting, Tess set her cup down and turned to face me, “Oh what the hell, let’s go for a swim.”
I swallowed and took another drink, “I, uh, have to go next door to get my swim trunks.” I waved over my chino covered lap and evident erection.

Here, at that precise moment, my sexual world turned on its axis.

“Oh, Duke, baby I think we are way beyond that, don’t you?”

Tess altered her position slightly, aiming her backside my way at about a thirty degree angle, offering up a splendid, pulse raising view of her hips, her ass and her left tit as she slid her bikini bottoms down, dropping them to her ankles. Tess’ rich body looked so fucking good—that mid-summer tan, that big beautiful bottom, her thunder thighs---all glimmering in the sunlight reflected off her oiled skin.

When Tess turned to give me a full frontal view I again gasped and, yes, whimpered. Incredible. In addition to those big drooping breasts, her slight tummy and rounded, fleshy hips, Tess sported a neatly trimmed bush, a narrow V that pointed to sweet, puffy pussy lips. A few weeks later, on my birthday, she had arranged for us a day of fucking at the beginning of which Tess revealed one of her gifts to me—a completely shaved pussy.

But that day, it all looked so lovely—Tess was a physical composition of sex personified. It reconfirmed one of my secretly held theories, that some women might never be all that noticeable, but get them naked and they are beautiful. Tess was just such a woman.

And, as she stepped into the pool, this housewife was a tit man’s dream.

She spread her arms and slipped into the pool, swimming out to the center. Tess dove under and surfaced near the edge, close to where I sat, mesmerized.

“Okay Duke, I’ve shown you mine. Now it’s your turn to show me yours.”

For the last ten years, I’ve been on a doctor guided regimen of
testosterone therapy. In addition to feeling healthier, more mentally sharp and energetic in my physical exercising, the treatments of course make for a very active libido. In short, my dick gets hard readily and often. At the time, I was in the second year of this therapy.

So, I was quite proud of my cock and overall physical appearance. Now, I don’t think of myself as necessarily vain, but the reality is, I was not at all embarrassed to shed my clothes in the middle the afternoon.

Further, during my college years a young lady had persuaded me to shave off all my pubic hair. It is a habit I have maintained ever since—frankly it heightens the sensual experience for me—more skin on skin contact.

I peeled off my shirt, to wit, Tess awarded me with a murmur of approval, “Hmm, yummy.”

Then, I dropped my pants. “You go boy,” Tess encouraged.

Then, I slipped out of my briefs. My cock, rock hard and ready, sprang free.

“Oh my goodness! Turn sideways,” she instructed.

In addition to being a voyeur, I am also an exhibitionist. I loved being regarded appreciatively by this big boobed woman. I gave her a profile view.

“Hmmm, lucky Marge.”

I dove in and swam quickly to her. When I broke the surface to grab at her, Tess yelped and giggled and tried to get away. I grabbed her ankle and we had a light hearted little struggle. When she surrendered and moved toward me—I knew then, all my doubts dissolving--it was going to happen. I was going to get to bang Derek’s wife.

I pulled her close, taking her face in my hands, I kissed her. She kissed back. Her lips were full, lush, warm and moist. Her tongue was eager. She moaned and murmured as I tasted her face, her neck, nibbled on her ear lobes. I loomed over her, looked down onto what I now saw in my lust as her sweet, tanned, lovely suburban housewife’s face and I saw a woman in real need of a little adventure, a little dalliance, a woman in need of a good fucking. I felt my whole person swell at the warm, delicious realization—I was going to get some pussy.

The water was at the level of her shoulders and I enjoyed watching her large lovelies loll around. I greedily grabbed them, gently squeezed them, and batted them back and forth. The thought—the sensation—of finally being able to touch that set of glorious boobage, the thought—the sensation—of fondling and feeling the titties of Derek’s wife made me, momentarily, a little lust-crazy. After a minute or so of play I maneuvered us until the water was at Tess’ waist and her tits hung free. The water and cool air had hardened her nipples and I helped myself to a few moments to heft up her hooters and suck on them. As if to further encourage me in my attentions, Tess emitted little love moans and entreaties, “Oh, yes, suck my titties, enjoy my titties.”

If they looked wonderful from a few yards away, the looked magnificent close up. The veining and the faint stretch marks attested to their naturalness and I was mildly surprised at how heavy each one was, indeed Tess was blessed with a true set of heavy hanging hooters.

I began to roam all over her. I reached behind her and gripped and rubbed over her ass cheeks. For her part, Tess at first kept her hands on my shoulders and upper arms. But after a time, I think she realized my cock beneath the water’s surface was gently bobbing and bumping against her side and roaming over her tummy. She reached down and I sighed as Tess began to fondle my balls and gently, slowly stroke my cock.

Her breathing became quite labored, her groping a little rougher—she rubbed her titties against me, raking them across me. Suddenly, Tess gripped my cock a little too roughly and breathed out, “Fuck me; fuck me now.”
She pushed me a little further into deeper water, nudged me against the wall of the pool, “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a cock up inside me, fuck me, dammit.”

The wanton woman rose up and wrapped her legs around me. It took a little work, but I managed to make my way inside her warm pussy. There we were, in the middle of a swimming pool, in the middle of the afternoon, the in the middle of a neighborhood of housewives, c***dren playing cowboys and Indians, dogs barking, leaves rustling—there we were, fucking.

It was not my most preferred position, nor the most comfortable, but Tess had been so insistent, so desperate to fuck, I could not resist. So we humped. She had a vice like grip around my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. We gasped, and groaned and whimpered and made waves. Her pussy was pleasantly tight.

Tess kept urging me on, “Fuck me, fuck it, oh shit, oh shit, don’t stop, fuck me.”

And I did. Her titties felt so good, looked so good as she alternated between pressing against me, and loosening her arm’s grip on me—I got to feel them, then see them, over and over. I held her up by clutching her ass cheeks, such fleshy cheeks, lifting her up and down on my dick. Her face, contorted into an expression that could be interpreted as one exhibiting extreme pain or pleasure, reddened.

Suddenly, she clasped herself so tightly, with arms and legs, “Oh honey, don’t stop fucking me, I am so close—oh shit, oh shit—oh pleeeeaassse!!!”

Tess bucked and humped up and down on my cock, working it furiously. I was, frankly, taken aback at how quickly and easily she was achieving climax. I didn’t really think we had enough steady, rhythmic pressure on her clit. But cum she did, screaming out a few banshee yelps and barks, putting my neck and hips in a death grip.

Her whole body was racked with spasms for a few seconds. Then, Tess went limp. Her legs loosened and she slipped them free to stand up. For a while, Tess kept her upper body pressed against me. I rubbed my hands up her back, then moved them around to play with her titties, to knead them in all their glorious heft and nakedness, their bulbous, bulging beauty and bounce.

Tess pushed away a little, looking up into my eyes, searching for something. At first I thought she had slipped into a zone of post-coital guilt and that my play time with her would come to an end. But then, she again surprised me, “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I needed to fuck so badly. You didn’t cum, did you? Well, we will just have to take care of that.”

Then, she reached beneath the water and took my cock in hand, kissed me deeply—appreciatively--and said those sweet words every man in fuck mode dreams of hearing, “How do you want me?”

“Oh baby,” at this point, my hands are everywhere, groping and gripping, fondling and feeling tits, hips, ass, pussy lips, “Oh fuck, I want take your pussy from behind. Want to play with your ass while I fuck you.”

I maneuvered her to the shallow end of the pool. I turned her around, giving her a gently shove I bent her over at the waist. Her ass, now out of the water, looked incredible—a broad bottom, tanned cheeks—such an inviting view. I took my cock and roamed over it, using my dick to give her little love taps—laying my claim to that piece of gorgeous tail.

“Oh what a damn fine looking ass,” and with my cock, and both hands, I explored all over that rich terrain. Again, the naughty thought of getting my hands, mouth, cock all over her body, getting to put it to her pussy—the fact that she was another man’s wife that I was experiencing, enjoying in full sexual adventure made me groan, made me ache with lust, with primal need.

At this point, Tess is wagging her ass at me, “Give it to me, and fuck me again. I need more of that cock.”

I reached around to grab some titty. They were hanging down so low; her breasts grazed the surface of the pool water. I moaned as hefted them up, the right one, then the left, “Damn,” I tell her, “If you were my woman I’d keep you naked all the time. Fuck, what a body.”

“Oh, I want you to use my body, Duke. Do me, do me good.”

And then, I did one of my all-time favorite things to do—I slippped my dick inside a velvet-silk soft pussy of a willing big boobed, healthy hipped, ample assed woman. We both gasped as I pushed three quarters of my length into Tess’s pleasure place.

Not that slipping inside her the first time wasn’t nice. It was fun, but the fucking was also a bit frenetic. This time, it was so sweet. It was great. Fucking a lovely woman whose body perfectly matched my one of my physical templates was wonderful. Outdoors, so free, anticipating a number fucks that day.

I began to rhythmically pump away at her—I would push in slowly, then pull almost completely out, in and out, picking up the pace ever so slightly until I was ramming rump, banging butt. With each heavy, pounding thrust Tess would bark out, punctuating my drives into her with “Oh! Fuck! Dammit! Fuck! Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her titties flopped around in the water, making waves. Her ass cheeks quivered and quaked—reddened with my exertions. Our bodies clapped together and our verbal effusions expressing our pleasure could have easily been heard on the other side of the fences—my wife on one side if she had been at home, Maxwell Clayton on the other side if he had not been at work. I was fucking her like a mad man! Then, I would slow down again—prolonging the pleasure.
But after a few cycles of regulating the rapidity of my rump ramming, from slow to medium to fast fucking, Tess had begun to follow my rhythm—bucking against me in counter thrust. Eventually, however, she begged me to keep fucking her hard, “Oh shit, keep it going baby—oh fuck I’m gonna cum again! Unh, unh, unh!!! Eeeeeayah, oh shit….”

And five or six or so seconds later, I cum like crazy. I feel like a pussy fucking fool. I yell out my joy, I ram Tess, I fuck her, make her ass cheeks ripple and her titties gallop in the water and, in my male pride, maybe make her go cross-eyed.

Thick pulses of pleasure throb through me. I’m proud of my cock, of my fucking, of my load—proud of being able to pound and pummel this woman’s pussy and to bring her to climax a second time. Slowly, sated, I slip free of her. I bend down and kiss her shoulders, straighten Tess up and with her back still to me, cup those boobs, which overflow in my hands and whisper in her ear, “I want to fuck you all day.”

Tess reached around, rubbed one hand over my hip, with the other found my cock, still hard, “Hmmm. Just all day?”

I patted her ass as she stepped free of the water, with me close behind.

Again, we refreshed our drinks. I was a little concerned whether or not Tess was getting a little drunk and if she might pass out before I was finished with my fucking. As it happened, I harbored an unfounded fear.

Even though we stood there for a while, drinking, cooling down—I couldn’t keep my hands off her—rubbing over her hips, her ass, gently stroking over her big breasts. It wasn’t long before I found myself newly aroused.

“Oh my Duke, you’re ready again? Already?”

“It’s you honey. This body—damn.” I began slowly stroking my dick.

“Unh, unh, baby.” She said, pointing to my cock, “That’s my job.”

Tess poured more bourbon into my glass; more gin into hers. “Come on, Duke, let’s not let that erection go waste!”

Let me say at this point, for the next three or four hours, Tess and I fucked like there was no tomorrow—forgive the cliché but damn it all, it’s true. We seemed to be trying to catch up on all the fucking we each had missed out on the previous year or two. Tess and I alternated between long, languid lovemaking and frenzied, frenetic fucking. There were times when I would lay on top of her, slowly, methodically moving my cock in and out of her pussy, roaming my hands over her lush body, kissing big titties, sucking on them, reaching under her to grab some ass. She would straddle me and ride me, slowly working her hips and her big breasts would brush over my chest. Then, there were those times when we just simply fuck. Then, we huffed and puffed, she sucked me with vigor, I licked her with fervor. Throughout the afternoon, I came at her, on her and in her, Tess squealed and moaned with whore-like abandon. It was great sex. It was sweaty sex; noisy sex, raucous sex. It was sweet sex.

After we had freshened our drinks, I followed Tess into the bedroom. She detoured into the bathroom for a few minutes. When she came out, I suspected she had douched. Tess sat down on the edge of the bed, took a drink and then reached for me. All the while, I’m jacking on my dick.

“Come here, give me that,” and when she touched my cock, fondled my balls, I thought I would lose my load right then and there. Looking down on Tess, her hanging honeys, her hips, her sweet face and wind whipped cloud of dark hair, as she slipped my cock into her mouth it was one of those lovely sights all men dream about and to which we jack off. I had fucked her pussy, but there it was—my cock in the mouth of Derek’s wife.

Any man I know truly enjoys it when a woman gives his cock some attention with her lips and tongue…but we all know there is cock sucking…and then there is cock sucking. Tess employed the sweet technique of alternating between fucking my dick with lips, tonguing me along the shaft, sucking and licking my balls and then back to gripping me with her lush lips. The combination of warmth, delicate pressure, along with the soft work of her silky tongue nearly sent me over the edge a couple of times—I had to fight for control. She also used her hands so well, giving my balls butterfly strokes with her fingers, rubbing her hands over my thighs and ass. It was pure sensual delight.

I loved being serviced by her and remember the thought flitting through my dirty mind—Derek, ole buddy, if you could see me now.

I pulled out of her mouth the third time I came close to shooting off.
“Time to do some of those naughty things to these big beauties we talked about,” I reached down and hefted both of them up. Together, we used those pretty titties to work on my cock—jacking me off with them. Now, as the erstwhile reader probably has already discerned, I love fucking pussy and I truly enjoy getting my cock sucked. But as a tit man I love playing with big boobs and one my life’s great joys is getting my cock hugged by a heavy hanging set of hooters.

I savored the moment, thinking, I may never be here again, so I’m going to get as much fucking and fun out of this woman as possible. I know, it sounds selfish, but I was totally engrossed in my feverish state of lust.

However, the above comments notwithstanding, I still take pride in my ability to pleasure any woman I am with. I let her titties drop and told her, “Lay back baby.”

And she did. I don’t know how much time I spent down there. But throughout the afternoon, while using my tongue to work on her, I made Tess cum three or four times. With her first climax, I thought Tess was going to take my head off with the way her thighs gripped me, the way she thrashed about.

When I first went down on her, I took my time, offering up some sweet torture. I kissed along her thighs, smiling at her little moans and groans expressing both her pleasure and anticipation of even great sexual joy. I remember thinking, I love being naked with this woman.

When I got close to her pussy, I realized I had been right about her going into the bathroom—she had indeed freshened up. When my tongue touched her clit the very first time, she gasped and yelped, “Oh fuck!”

For the next several minutes, I licked and lapped over her clit and her pussy lips until my mouth and chin were coated with her moisture—all the while Tess moaned and groaned, grabbed at my hair, alternated between pressing her thighs against me and letting her legs fall limp. As I’ve mentioned, when Tess came, she came hard. But I hung on for the full ride.

Finally, spent, Tess went limp. Gasping, she chuckled in embarrassment over her lust, her wanton desire for pleasure. We had removed the comforter, so I used the sheet to wipe my face. I stood up, jacking on my dick, looking over the scene of that big boobed, broad bottomed woman whom I just brought to climax. Tess laid there, luxuriating in her post-coital bliss and stupor.

I love looking at a well pleased woman, and yes, I was proud of my performance.

“Fuck, Duke. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since a man has done that to me? Shit.”

My ego and my cock swelled with pride. I leered, “Time for pussy baby. It’s time for me to nail your ass to that bed.”

“Oh, yes, come on baby. It’s waiting for you.”

“Damn you look so fucking good down there.”

“Oh honey,” Tess said as she pressed her titties together while pushing herself further upon the bed, “Then do something about it. Fuck me, fuck me good, baby.”

Well, I did. I am proud and pleased to report, that I did indeed fuck her again and I fucked her good.

Now, as any heterosexual man knows, slipping one’s cock inside a warm, moist, amply aroused pussy is one of the life’s dear delights. And so it was with Tess. I mounted her and when I pressed in to that pleasure place we gasped, “Oh fuck that feels so good.” To which she sighed out, “Oh, I’ve needed some good fucking for so long. Oh that’s good dick.”

Then, I lay down on top of her. While I had enjoyed fucking her in the pool, frankly the water diluted my sensual experience of her body. Spacing out on top of Tess in that king-sized bed was wonderful—her titties pressed out from between us, her thighs against me, her warmth, her plushness, her hands roaming softly over my back, ass and thighs—oh it all felt so damned good. And, that pussy, oh that oh so sweet pussy gripped my dick perfectly.

After every ten strokes or so I would extend my arms so I can take in the breathtaking view of the full length of her body, Tess’ tits, her tummy, her hips, my cock slicking in and out of her pussy. Then Tess would pull me back to her.

Whenever I would grope over one of her lovely tits, bunch it up to bury my face in them, or to suck on one of the nipples, Tess would emit a little gasp of pleasure and encourage me, “Oh, yes, get after that titty, they’re out there for you baby.”

When I reached down, Tess would accommodate me so sweetly by raising up her hip so I could slide a hand under to grab some ass and she moaned, “Oh, I love those greedy hands all over me, oh yes, get that ass, honey.”

Here I began to pick up the pace and the bed began to creak. I slipped into what I call my zone, the point of no return. In my zone, I look over my woman’s body, regardless the position, and I feel so fucking strong and powerful—I want to fuck my woman and I want to fuck her good—when I’m finished with her, I want that woman to feel like she’s the best fucked woman around.

Then, in my lust, I moaned and groaned as worked my dick in and out of her sweet pussy, I roamed my hands anew over Tess’ lush body. Again taking my perverse pleasure in taking another man’s woman, pleasuring her and being pleasured by her, “Oh, fuck, today these tits, that ass, this pussy is mine to fuck!”

“Oh, yes baby, I’m gonna spread my legs for you, stick my ass up in the air for you today—you get to fuck me as much as you can today,” she said, grunting in time with my thrusts into her, gripping my ass and urging me on with her thighs.

Then, as if to mirror my own prurient thoughts of being naughty with my neighbor’s spouse, Tess nibbled my ear and gasped out, “And those loads you pump out, you cum for me today—those loads are mine, baby. I’m the one making you cum today.” This urges me further into my frenzy of fucking.

“Oh, I want to fuck you over and over.”

“Oh yes Duke, I want you to fuck me over and over. I want you to wear out my pussy.”
I begin to hammer down on her—we were huffing and puffing, grunting and groaning and the bed creaked at a gallop, the head board started a harsh drumbeat.

“Cum for me baby.”

And although I wanted to roll around with her, take her from behind again, I simply couldn’t pull out, it felt so damn good.

“Yes, cum baby, I feel it building—oh, I loved feeling you cum when we were out in the pool, I want to feel it again—pump it out, honey.”

And I did—I slammed fuck her. I blasted my load into her pussy. I went cum creaming crazy once more. Thick throbs of pure pleasure coursed through me and in my desperate need to prolong the sensation I grabbed her right tit and jiggled and jostled it, roamed over her hip and grabbed her ass again. We kissed deeply, almost painfully.

Finally, spent, I laid out on top of her. As we caught our breath, Tess kept running her hands up and down my back, over my ass and thighs, “Damn, Duke. That’s twice you came hard. Do you always cum like that?”

“Oh, honey, did it hurt you?”

“Oh, hell no! That was great. Oh fuck that was exciting seeing you cum like that. Wow.”

“Well, it’s this body of yours. Damn. It works so well for me.”

We both sighed as I slipped free of her pussy. I rolled off of Tess and she rolled toward me, hefted up her huge honeys and set one of her big beauties onto my chest. She nestled her head on my shoulder as put my arm around her. We cuddled for a while, quietly stroking over each other’s bodies, awash in our post-coital bliss. Even though sated for the time being, my pleasure center neurons were still firing, my nerve endings still tingling. We both sighed from time to time, knowing we had just experienced some really, really good sex. And, there was probably more to come.

After a few minutes, Tess patted my stomach and said, “I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t go anywhere.”

Watching Tess climb out of bed was a dick hardening scene. Those tits wobbled, her ass cheeks mashed as she sat up and turned away from me, then they spread and then they quaked as she walked into the bathroom—well, I couldn’t help myself—I sat up against the headboard and began to jack off to her.

I heard the toilet flush, water ran for a time and then Tess came out wearing a white terry cloth robe that reached down mid-thigh. Although cinched at the waist, her big boobs bulged.

“Oh, Duke, are you jerking off to me? You are one horny man.”

She moved to one side of the bed to retrieve her glass. Then, Tess moved to the end of the bed, still watching me jacking on my cock. There, she stopped, turned around, bent over a bit at the waist and pulled up the robe to reveal her gorgeous ass.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I barked out, “Oh damn I need some more of that beautiful ass.”

Tess laughed—“You are a very naughty boy, I had no idea.” It was clear to me that she really enjoyed having a man lust after her. She moved to my side of the bed to pick up my glass. I reached for her, but Tess stepped out of reach and giggled, “I’ll be right back baby. Don’t go too far without me.”

I listened. I heard her getting ice, but when Tess came back into the room I was a bit surprised. Tess had a bottle of Tanqueray and one of Knob Creek, our glasses and an ice bucket hanging from her arm, “I just thought this way, we’d save time. Give us more time to play.”

Tess set up our little bar on the dresser. I was still jacking on my dick, watching her—thinking about slipping inside that pussy again. When she turned to face me, Tess smiled mischievously, “Duke honey, you’re already hard again. My, my.”

“I’m telling you, it’s that body of yours. I need some more of you—I need some more fucking, now.”

“Oh, baby, look at you—getting all worked up over me.”

Tess moved to the end of the bed. Her big tits bulged and forced the top of her robe open into a delightful V shape. The white cotton accentuated her tan. As Tess began to slowly pull the strap loose, I moaned and thought—“Oh, I’m going to get to fuck that again. Tap that ass, jostle those jugs. I am going to get to bang Derek’s wife, again.”

When she finally parted the top of the robe, it was a vision of big boobed beauty. Then, she revealed that pussy, that oh so sweet pleasure place, then her wide hips. Tess dropped the robe to the floor and there she was, in all her naked glory. Tess bent forward at the waist, moved her shoulders to make those huge hanging honeys swing and sway.

All I could do was moan, and struggle for control, “Oh, hot fucking damn, they’re so beautiful.” And they were, pendulous, they wobbled about and Tess would take one in hand, push it up to her, and then let that tit drop. Then, she would do the same with the other one. Incredible.

Tess stood and turned around. She bent over at the waist to display her tanned broad bottom. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I groaned out, “Oh fuck that’s beautiful. Oh fuck that’s beautiful. Oh I need to fuck you over and over.”

“Oh honey, I want you to fuck me over and over.” And she wagged that gorgeous ass at me, reached around and jiggled her cheeks, smacked herself, and jiggled them again.

I watched Tess move back to the dresser, she freshened her drink and took a pretty healthy sip. Turning back to face she me there was lascivious smile on her face.

“Duke, scoot down and roll over onto your stomach.”
“What?”

“Yeah, go on, baby. I’m gonna give you the best tit rub of your life.”
And she did. No false claims.

I rolled over and sensed Tess moving close. She bent over and began at my ankles.

Now for all those tit men out there—if you’ve never had your big tittied bed buddy give you a full body rub and brush with her boobs—you have got arrange it.

Tess would dab her tits on me, pressing them so I could feel their heft, then she would raise up a bit so that they were barely touching me, then she would d**** them over me, moving from left to right, right to left. It was exquisite.

She slowly, oh so slowly, made her way up to my shins, then my thighs. And that darling woman lingered for a while over my ass. Tess brushed her boobies up and down, back and forth over my cheeks, pushing one tit, then the other, in between my legs. Oh yes, exquisite indeed.

All the while she is working me over with those heavy hooters, Tess is cooing and offering up her sweet little endearments, “Oh baby, that feel good honey, you like those titties? Oh yes, these titties are for you today. Oh I want to spray your loads all over them, baby.”

Eventually, Tess made her way to the small of my back, then my shoulders and neck. It was such sweet torture as Tess reversed her action and moved back down my body—again lingering over my ass.

After treating my ankles again to her tit brushing, Tess got off the bed and said, “Roll over baby.”

I moaned as I did so. My cock was so hard, my need so rampant, my lust so overwhelming. And she was a vision.

“Oh, honey,” she said, watching me as I gave my cock some push pull action, “Don’t cum yet, baby, there’s more pleasure on the way.”

Tess lifted up my right foot; she pressed the bottom of it against her right tit, then repeated with her left tit. Then, Tess began that lush breast rub along my ankles. This time, in addition to the delicious tactile feel of those titties moving over my skin—I could now watch those wonderful wobblers. By the time she got to my knees—I was pure putty, except for my throbbing cock.

As she moved them along my thighs, Tess grabbed my wrists to prevent me from groping over her—more of that sweet torture.

As her tits made their way onto my lap, straddling my cock, I bucked up, raising up to greet them. They felt, they looked, so fucking wonderful.

Tess looked up at as she gripped my dick, “Just have to stop here for a little taste, honey.” Her lush, moist lips closed over my manhood and she fingered over my balls and her tits pressed against me and it all gave a sensual, sensory overload. Watching that woman’s head bob up and down on my dick, being serviced by Derek’s wife—well, I had all those naughty thoughts.
“Oh, yes, work on that dick baby. Oh you’re beautiful. Look what you do to me—fuck, you have me so hard again.”

Then, Tess resumed her tit rub. She moved up over my stomach, my chest and then lingered on my face—softly stroking them left to right, right to left. My hands were now free to roam and I grabbed and groped over her ass, up and down her thighs. I knew I was living out a tit man’s dream.

Eventually, Tess reversed herself and moved back down to my cock where she licked me, playing her tongue over my balls and up my shaft. Then, she hung her huge honeys over me and I began to jack on my dick, making her titties quiver and ripple with the recoil of my hand action. With my free hand, I batted those fun bags back and forth, made them bounce.

At this point, I am gasping, fully in my zone. The center of my universe is right there—where my hand and cock meet her big, bobbing breasts.

Suddenly, abruptly, Tess changed the dynamic completely. She pulled up and moved off the bed. I was totally lost in lust, “No, come back, bring them baby, oh fuck please bring them back.”

Then, I saw the lust in her eyes. The leer, the small smile of triumph—she had mastered me—and she knew it. “Come here baby, pump it all out onto my titties. Give me that load of yours. That spunk is mine.”

I climbed out of bed as she sat on the edge. Tess bunched up her big beauties for me and fucked in between them for several strokes. She bent down a bit, lifted my cock free and sucked on me some more. The hot cave of her mouth, that flicking tongue and her moist lips soon brought me to the edge.

“Oh, Tess, that’s the best cock sucking I’ve ever had.” An assertion that was not, as it happens, far from the truth. Her hands flitted over my thighs and around to stroke over my ass. With my cock still in her mouth, she cupped my balls and gingerly bounced them, murmuring and mumbling all the time.

I pulled free of her and began jacking away at the beautiful scene of those bunched up beauties. Tess jiggled them for me, bobbed them up and down. “Come on baby, you’ve been wanting to do this since you peered over the fence that day weeks ago.”

Even though I was definitely in my zone, this statement drew me up short for a second or two.

“You saw me,” I was groaning and moaning, desperate to cum, but I still had to ask.

“Oh, yes, I caught you. Did you jack off to me that day? Hmm? Did you whip out this big ole dick of yours and whack away at my titties? Hmm? Did you, baby?”

“Oh, yes. I did. I made my mess to the sight of these titties.”

“Oh, honey, that makes me so wet—thinking about you jacking off to me.”

“Oh yes, like right now, oh fuck here it comes, here it comes, bunch ‘em up for me. Oh, fuck they’re beautiful.”

“Yes, Duke, honey, put it all out there for me. Today these titties belong to you—mark you territory honey. Glaze them good, baby.”

Even though I had already cum twice, I spewed a spray of spunk that made me porn star proud. Three thick threads of cum thrust out of my cock and rocketed across that wonderful terrain of those two big titties. The first flew up and flopped across the base of her right tit and shoulder. The second landed in her deep, rich cleavage and the third laid out a snail trail of slick man juice onto her left tit, from her nipple to about half way up. Then, gobs and blobs of cum flicked and flew all over Tess’ tits.

All throughout, Tess was oohing and ahhhing at the scene, “Oh baby,
look at you go. Yes, yes, oooh, such a big load. Oh, honey, you’re the man today. Oh, yes, you’re the man. Yes, drain those balls for me.”

As for me, I feel incredible as spasm after spasm of pleasure giving pulses work through my cock—“Oh, fuck, they’re my titties, they’re my fucking titties.” I moaned in my lust, “Oh shit, oh shit I want these titties, I want to own these titties.”

Finally, spent and sated, gasping for air, I looked down onto the archipelago of cum I had just sprayed and splattered onto Tess’ splendid set of tits. “Oh, honey. Damn Duke, look at all that. I’m going to have to hose these off. Baby, we really got you worked up.”

Tess stood and kissed me, gripped my cock and stroked it few times. I gripped her ass and thought, “Yes, baby, that’s my load all over those huge honeys. You came for me.”

We cleaned up and Tess prepared fresh drinks. I sat up in bed, leaned against the headboard and watched her. She again donned the bathrobe, tying it loosely at the waist. Bringing our drinks over, Tess climbed in bed beside me, sitting Indian style. Her big titties were half covered.

“Listen honey,” she sipped her drink, “I had told my stepdaughter and her husband I would go over to their place tonight for dinner. Oh, now, don’t pout. I’m going to call and cancel. But I do have to go into work tomorrow morning.”

I remember my cock stirred at the promise of more and more attention throughout the afternoon and into the night.

Tess worked three days a week with Derek’s business. His chain of auto parts stores had grown to the point where he could no longer work out of his maiden store, but had rented office space from a low rise building not far from our neighborhood. Her job was to manage the bookkeeping.

I too, I told her, needed to go in to my office in the morning. At the time, I was in the process of selling my company. My German partner and I held two very important patents to which access was sought by oil companies the world over. While it would take another year and a half to finalize the sale of my company, thus making me a fairly wealthy man, at the time I still put in a lot of long hours either at the office or travelling around the globe.
But for the next several hours, I was intent on getting as much fucking out of this plush bodied woman as possible.

We chatted a while. Tess talked about her step daughter and her husband and their two k**s. She went into a little more detail about life with Derek—Tess realized that if they ever divorced there would be a hot contest for money. She was listed as a member of the board of directors and was an officer of the company. At the time, I thought that was a little more information than I needed.

While she knew about Derek’s past, present and numerous dalliances, Tess insisted she had been faithful until I had entered into the picture.

I shared a bit more about Marge and I admitted to fooling around with a couple female business associates—yes, I told a little lie in that I implied these romps occurred years ago.

But eventually, after fifteen or twenty minutes or so, I again began to focus on those titties. Half covered by the bathrobe, they bobbled about gently whenever she moved, and on occasion the aureole of one or the other would peak out. I reached in, working my right hand into the gap in the robe’s top and cupped her left tit, then the right, back and forth—hefting them up. This action, being able to fondle and feel those huge honeys brought my cock to full attention. Tess looked over at my dick, “Oh Duke. Look at you—getting all horny again. Damn baby.”

She began rubbing along my thighs, over my abdomen—moving so close to my cock and balls but not quite touching them. I moaned, begging her in my mind grip my dick and stroke it.

I pulled the robe open to reveal those magnificent fun bags, her tummy and pussy. I set down my drink and pulled her a little closer, letting my hands roam free all over that warm female flesh. I jiggled her jugs, bounced them a bit, and made them wobble around.

For her part, Tess worked on my dick, hand jobbing me until I was really hard. Then, she moved down and sweetly kissed my cock, sucked on it a few strokes, her pretty head bobbing