(L) – This story contains strong language.
Read the previous parts of the story here: Part 1, Part 2.
That dress was tight. My breasts spilled out of the deep neckline. There was no mistaking every curve of my midsection or hips, and way too much of my thick thighs were on display below the hem.
The little bit of confidence I had felt earlier started to falter until I felt his hands come around me from behind. “Fucking beautiful,” he said when his eyes met mine in the mirror.
I might have doubted him, but I could feel his erection through his pants, nestled between my cheeks and doing its best to push my dress up and out of the way.
With his eyes still boring into mine in the reflection, he lifted my arms and placed my hands on either side of the mirror before pulling my hips back, quite effectively bending me over. Then he grabbed the hem of the dress and lifted it over my hips. His hands were everywhere at once on my ass before he reached around and cupped my pussy with both.
“Spread your feet,” he said, and I complied without hesitation. Still looking at me, he pulled down the front of my dress until my tits fell out. He smiled and growled in approval, cupping the left one while two fingers from his other hand slipped effortlessly into my pussy.
For a few minutes, he just finger-fucked me and played with my tit. As my arousal grew, it became harder to maintain eye contact. When he dropped to his knees behind me, I was relieved to close my eyes completely and give in to the pleasure of his tongue.
Damn, he’s good at this, was the last coherent thought I had before another orgasm washed over me and my knees gave way. He guided my pleasure-shaken body carefully to the floor, but he wasn’t done. Reminding me of his strength, he manhandled me into position on my elbows and knees, still in front of the mirror.
“Watch me fuck you,” he said as he finally released his cock from his pants and immediately coated it with my wetness.
I clenched my teeth and moaned when he slid into me with one smooth motion. Then he placed his hand on my hips, smirked at my reflection, and began pumping. Flesh slapped against flesh and my pussy squelched lewdly as his broad head penetrated my depths and pulled out my juice. Powerless under his thrusting, I gave in and surrendered my body and mind fully to my husband.
Seeming to sense my acquiescence, he moved his hands to my shoulders and began pounding me with a heated fervor. One of his hands moved to grasp my throat and my eyes shot open at his new way of claiming me.
There was a brief inner struggle before I realized that I liked this deeper level of submission. With our eyes locked, I briefly placed my hand over his and squeezed to give him my consent.
He grunted and tugged at my neck and my hair until just my fingertips were on the floor. Catching my reflection, my pussy squeezed involuntarily at the eroticism of the image in front of me.
My tits bounced wildly, and for the first time a long while, I wasn’t repulsed at the sight of the woman staring back at me. Suddenly, the dress was in the way. I wanted to see all of me being claimed and fucked by this man that desired me.
I moved my hands, frantically trying to claw the dress off. My husband caught on, grabbing the center of the deep V under my breasts. He ripped it down the center and didn’t stop until it hung in shreds. With one final tug, he tore it completely off my body.
I half-moaned and half-laughed both at his power and at the freedom. I drank in the sight of my sweaty curves and cupped my own breasts, for the first time at this weight seeing myself as he did: a sexy, desirable woman.
I dropped my hands back to the carpet and looked over my shoulder. “I see me now baby! I see me! FUCK ME!”
He did. The sounds of sex echoed in the room, the scent was delightfully overwhelming, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I watched with erotic glee. Another orgasm was fast approaching and, holding nothing back, I screamed as it washed over me.
My husband started grunting, his thrusts became erratic, and I knew his climax was close. Pulling away quickly, I flipped onto my back and spread my feet as wide as they would go. “Cum on me baby! Cum on me! Cum on my body!”
He inched toward me so his thighs touched mine, and jerked himself furiously until his hips thrust forward and his cum erupted all over me from my face to my pussy. Spent and exhausted, he fell on top of me and we just breathed together in a sweaty, cummy heap.
When our breathing finally slowed, I put my hands on his face, looked up at my beautiful, loving man, and said, “I think I’m going to need a new dress.”
To be continued next week in Part 4.
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