Mrs. Smith Ch. 09

After these two nights, we got into some kind of routine. I would come and stay overnight two days a week. We still had our Sundays, and during the week I could usually get one afternoon free. We would usually make love in the afternoon; and then again at night after dinner, followed by a sleep over.

Of course I was excited with all this. I was going around with this big happy smile on my face which did get several people to tell me.

- You're getting laid man!... I don't know with whom, but you are getting laid.

Well most of them didn't use the proper English "with whom" but they did ask this question.

Well yes indeed I was getting laid, and loving it. Strange that it was making love with this very fat old woman, but I was starting not to let the life long should lessons affect me, like this one: "You should only be attracted to young skinny women; and the more their body looks like 15 years old boys the better ". Actually the skinny rule hadn't gone to this extreme yet, but it was going in this direction.

And it seemed that it was good for her too. She was actually losing weight slowly and gently. It was certainly not my goal, loving her forms as I did; but there was still a lot left and she was indeed looking better, standing up straighter, and as a result showing her bosom even more. Little wrinkles were starting to show at the top of her cleavage; I was finding these very attractive, outlining the start of the valley between her boobs. Plus she was also less tired, less out of breath.

I was all happy with my sexual life, enjoying being with Mrs. Smith tremendously and still being aroused when I was not with her. I was masturbating when away from her; not always dreaming about her specifically, but her virtual self was never very far during those solitary sessions.

The morning after our second night, we woke up together, she took me in her arms and pushed me on her side so my head was resting on her large soft shoulder; my left hand was all over her big breasts, fat cunt and large belly, and my mouth was picking at the thick layer of skin at the top of her big breasts.

- Are you comfortable this way?

- Yes very.

- Mitch, we said we loved each other last night. You realize that it doesn't contradict anything we said before about our relationship. I certainly won't say that it didn't mean anything; on the contrary I think it meant a lot, or at least it meant a lot to me. But it means a great loving friendship, not marriage, even life together or even dedicated relationship.

Actually in a way I was relieved. This Mrs. Smith was so good at stopping problems before they even manifested themselves. And yet, as I mentioned before, with less age difference between us, I would have loved to explore things in this direction.

- Yes I do understand and I concur. And I'm glad it's OK to say it. I love you Mrs. Smith!

She hugged me tighter. Then I raised myself to bring my mouth to hers. We spent the next 5 minutes kissing while my left hand was playing with her left breast and cunt, and my cock was busy massaging her hip.

- Do we have time?

She looked at the clock...

- Yes very quickly though, just let it go!

Once again, I climbed on top of her, felt her lovely belly cushion, rested on her big boobs, and moved into her wet pussy as our mouths remained locked. Very quickly I was ready and came and said again:

- I love you Mrs. Smith.

We then quickly got dressed, and she took me back to school.

One of the great things about Mrs. Smith was her, soon to be, total lack of self consciousness while having sex with me. I could do pretty much everything I wanted with her, asking her to get into any kind of position or action, as long as it did not involve pain for either of us. I was completely in sync with her there.

She had told me one day that her husband really liked the way she looked, and loved making love with her. Starting around 180 when she had met him at 22, she had reached at middle age between 250 and 270 pounds. He loved her body, her face, everything about her. But she hadn't trusted him and she had never given to be comfortable with him in bed while in this shape. After his death she had promised herself that if she, again, found somebody who liked her the way she is - and she would only have a relationship with somebody who liked her the way she is -- she would accept this fact, relax and enjoy.

And during the five years since her husband's death she had just let her weight go; in a way to please him beyond the grave, and also because she didn't care what the rest of the world thought.

I could touch any part of her, even when she was asleep; just being gentle to try not to wake her up. I could explore her holes and crannies and nooks, put my fingers as far as they would go in all her holes and do the same with my tongue. I could brush my dick anywhere on or inside her. I could even masturbate against her, everything was OK.

I thought later on that it had a lot to do with the Belek Escort separation of activities she had required. The physical and emotional boundaries were allowing Mrs. Smith to feel completely free once inside her quarters; and keep our sex almost fantasy like.

It was almost frustrating at times outside the said quarters. Sometimes I would have loved to be able to pet her generous rear or lift her heavy breasts. But it was strictly forbidden under the pain of being kicked out of her house. She was that strict about the rules.

But it was also adding to the sexual fire. Particularly increasing my desire for her was cleaning the kitchen after a meal. We were constantly going around each other, sometimes even brushing parts of our bodies. I couldn't keep my eyes off her lovely curves, especially the fullness of her buttocks; and thinking about the times when I would be allowed to touch and pet as much as I wanted.

Or in the morning when she was only wearing her green bath robe over her naked body. I would often sit at the counter while she was preparing coffee or tending to other menial tasks. Her bath robe was supposed to go down under her knees but her generous rump was bringing it up, and it was only covering half of the back of her thighs, even less if she was bending over. I was drooling over those wide thighs, thinking of licking them and going up to the start of her ass underneath her robe. She would catch me looking with this intense desire, and smile, always a little bit surprised but still satisfied of the effect she had on me. But usually we had to rush out by then, and there was no way to exploit those moments by going back to the fantasy room.

I still had the consolation of the farewell hug. It was still part of the ritual and even if I could not kiss her deeply or stroke under her hips, I could still press myself against her soft giant forms and even linger there a little while.

One afternoon after we had made love and had finished getting dressed for dinner, Mrs Smith asked me to help her check something quickly.

- I'll be happy to oblige.

- I want to see if we can make love with me sitting on top of you and facing you. I think it will actually be easier to check while we have our clothes on. Can you sit on this chair?

I did and Mrs. Smith tried to sit on my lap, facing me. I helped her sitting on me, feeling her big ass settling on my thighs; and I hugged her fat back, feeling her boobs coming close to my face.

- Can you hold me? Does it hurt?

- It doesn't hurt but I'm not sure that I can keep it this way for very long.

- What if I stand up and then sit down again?

And she demonstrated by lifting herself and then moving back down on me with her full weight.

- That could be good, but what about you, you're not going to be too tired from this?

- I could just go up every minute or so to give you some relief and then I would go down.

- That sounds good.

- Now do you think you can penetrate me from there?

- I'm not sure; we'll have to see.

- OK so let's leave it at that for now, and check after dinner.

We ended up having to play with it, as it was difficult to get into Mrs. Smith in this position, her belly being in the way and my penis being a little bit too short to go inside her far enough. But we managed something good eventually; and having done this rehearsal while being dressed, it gave us some ideas. We would explore some positions, or some scenario while all dressed up, and would do it later on naked. We decided to call this method, the dressed rehearsal". I had started getting into theater and we both came up with the name.

"Jan Saudek", the Czech photographer, does a little bit of the same thing, getting pictures of lovely dressed "BBW's" and then getting them undressed and taking the picture again in the same position. There is one of his pictures that I particularly like, it's called "Holy Russia"; maybe because the lady in it reminds me of Mrs. Smith for some reason, maybe the size of her breasts.

http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/fotogra...ml?r=1996-2000