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They Used My BBW Wife
by Watcher (vanavy42@yahoo.com)
***
A husband's fantasy to see his wife excite his co-
workers gets out of hand as a conservative bbw wife
gets used and humiliated while her husband is made to
watch. (M+/F, nc, rp, voy, BBW-wife, alcohol)
***
I was fairly new at my job at the auto dealership, just
recently retired from the military. I didn't really
know what to do with myself. I had been married right
out of high school to the most beautiful woman in the
world. Cammi had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, with the
sweetest personality you could ever imagine. She was a
middle school teacher, in her 16th year of teaching,
and active in the church.
She was always a larger girl in high school, easily the
most endowed in her class, but she struggled with her
weight even then. Now at 38, she was even more
beautiful. She had gained weight, about another 40
pounds since high school; however, she seemed to glow.
Her lips were fuller, her skin healthy. She has always
taken care of herself and seldom left the house without
her makeup and hair perfect.
She turned heads in the mall or grocery store,
especially with the size of her huge breasts. Cammi was
shy about her large attributes, and had been talking to
a specialist about her back problems caused by her
massive udders. As a sophomore in high school, she had
been a plump 40d, now she was a full 44-F cup,
attempting to stuff them unsuccessfully in a DD-cup,
since it was largest size they normally sold at Wal-
Mart without having to special order them at much
higher prices. As a result, Cammi's huge breasts
squeezed out of the top and sides of her overworked
bra.
I had been working for the car dealership for about six
months, and was eager to fit in. Most of the employees
were a lot younger than me. With two daughters in high
school, we were trying to put away every cent we had
for the high cost of tuition.
Cammi had been up to my work several times since I
began work there, and just like at the grocery store,
she turned heads there too. Her breasts were just too
noticeable. She was embarrassed easily and often left
there with her head down, trying not to look anyone in
the eye. Her massive jugs heaving up and down as she
retreated to her car after bringing me the lunch I had
intentionally forgotten.
Yes intentionally, I can't help it, ever since high
school, the thought of other people looking at my wife
excites me. I don't know why. But now as I watched an
entire garage full of auto mechanics watching my wife
walk away in her prim and proper conservative skirt and
blouse, I was hardening in my pants.
I could hear the lewd comments coming from the garage
area, some referring to her huge fat tits, telling the
other want they wanted to do to my wife, while others
calling her a fat fucking pig. At these times, after
she left, I purposely found a reason to go into the
garage to overhear their lewd comments. They silenced
most of their comments; however, Dan, the foreman, was
still discussing my wife's tits with several other guys
over in the corner of the shop.
They were laughing now, and obviously unconcerned about
my presence. Dan turned to me, laughing, "How's the
wife, Don old buddy?" Several of them laughed and
watched my face to see my response. "Cammi is doing
fine, thanks for asking," I replied. George, a close
friend of Dan's added, "She certainly is Don," which
drew another round of laughs. Dan added, "If you ever
need any help around the house, please let me know,"
winking at me. Everyone laughed at Dan's obvious
intent. I pretended to be ignorant to the situation and
walked away embarrassed.
The following week, Dan and the rest of the guys were
sitting around during lunch and called me over.
Smiling, Dan said, "A bunch of us and our wives are
getting together at my house this weekend. Why don't
you bring the wife?" I didn't respond at first, just
surprised that they had even ask me. I stuttered
uneasily at first and replied, "sounds great."
My shaky reply sounded like the kid who finally got
picked to play kickball in school after never having
been picked before. "Great," Dan added, "Just make sure
you bring your swimsuits," I replied that I would, but
Cammi probably wouldn't swim.
"Oh, I don't have a pool, but I have a nice new hot
tub, I'm sure she would love to relax in it."
I stammered, "O-okay," and turned around, missing the
winks and smirks behind me.
When I arrived home that evening, I couldn't wait to
tell Cammi about the invite and the chance to meet new
friends. Additionally, I was excited at the prospect of
the guys actually getting close enough to Cammi to talk
to her and ogle her breasts up close.
At first, she was reluctant to go. Cammi never felt
comfortable in social situations, let alone one with no
one she knew. I finally convinced her that it would be
fun and she agreed to at least go for a while. I told
her we were supposed to bring our swimsuits but as I
thought, she replied "no way." I was hard thinking of
my well-endowed wife wearing a swimsuit in front of all
my co-workers.
The following Saturday afternoon, Cammi was getting
ready for our night at Dan's house. Cammi looked at
beautiful as usual. Pink frosted lipstick, hair
perfect, and light blue eye shadow. Cammi never wore
gaudy jewelry and now only sported her large two-carat
wedding ring and a simple gold cross around her smooth
creamy neck.
Cammi was wearing her new white skirt and a button up
white blouse with tiny pearl buttons. It was
lightweight and airy since it was still the middle of
August. Cammi's huge bra was visible beneath the
blouse, making her a bit uncomfortable. I assured her
she looked great and inside I couldn't wait to see my
co-workers expressions when they saw my voluptuous
wife.
"I thought you knew where you were going," Cammi said
worriedly. We had been driving down a deserted road for
about five miles. Dan's house was well hidden off the
main road but I was pretty sure that I had written the
directions down correctly. We both spied the mailbox up
ahead and breathed a sigh of relief when we realized we
weren't lost. Dan's house was a beautiful log cabin on
several acres.
We went to the door; however, the sign on the front
door said the party was in the back. We went around
back and the first thing Cammi noticed that no other
wives were there. A chill went down my back. I had
fantasized all day about secretly watching my co-
workers ogle my wife. However, something seemed out of
place.
I had a bad feeling. I was no longer sure that my
invitation was because everyone was trying to be nice.
Half the body shop was there. At least a dozen guys,
mostly shirtless, younger, and already drunk were in
the back yard. Upon our arrival, most of them let out a
loud roar, which made me even more nervous.
"Hell yeah" shouted one overweight, drunk guy who I
only knew as "meat." Several guys were playing
volleyball and others were playing horseshoes. A beer
was thrust into my hand and a wine cooler into
Cammi's'. Cammi rarely drank, just a glass of wine for
special occasions.
I watched as Cammi nervously gulped down half her wine
cooler. I knew she was very nervous and uncomfortable.
She was fidgeting and the only thing in her hands was
the wine cooler, so she absent-mindedly gulped it down.
Dan saw us from a distance and came over to welcome us.
He served Cammi another wine cooler and Cammi resisted;
however, Dan called her a party pooper and made her
take it. "Looking good baby" Dan said. Cammi flushed
quickly from the lewd comment and from the hot overhead
sun. Cammi's huge breasts were becoming more and more
visible as the heat made her sweat like a sow in the
middle of August, causing her straining blouse to stick
to her heaving sweaty jugs, trapped inside her
overstuffed bra.
I was desperately trying to keep an eye on my wife, but
Dan grabbed my arm and asked me to give him a hand. Out
of the back of his truck he had me help him lug several
large containers of peanut oil to his back deck.
"Frying turkeys Dan?" I asked, and Dan replied, I
thought I would do something special for all the guys.
What a nice gesture I thought. Little did I know what
he really meant.
All the guys made an obvious gesture to get closer to
Cammi and welcome her to the party. She asked several
where their wives or girlfriends were, and most just
laughed and didn't respond. Cammi was now drinking her
third wine cooler and I knew I had to stop her from
drinking anymore. But before I could intervene, I was
drug off to the volleyball court for a six on six game.
I was terrible in sports and couldn't figure out why
they wanted to play. It soon became obvious as I
finally got a break and made a beeline to Cammi over
surrounded by several men. She was obviously drunk, her
speech slurred slightly, and she was swaying and
struggling to keep her balance.
I told Cammi I think she had enough, but another one
was forced into her hand. Then several of them pulled
her toward the volleyball court, joking they had a
"virgin" player. At least Cammi would have to stop
drinking while she played and I felt some relief. My
relief was short lived.
Cammi was pushed out onto the volleyball court and it
was soon obvious why. The guys were intentionally
hitting it to Cammi, who was struggling to hit the
ball. Every time she hit the ball, her huge breasts
bounced up and down putting on a show for all the guys.
Her huge jugs were bouncing and jiggling inside her
damp shirt like two huge basketballs.
Everyone had surrounded the volleyball court now and
over twenty sets of eyes were locked onto my wife's
heaving chest, wondering which button was going to be
the first to go. It didn't take long. One in the middle
had popped open and the others were now working harder.
Cammi's sturdy white bra was clearly visible as were
the sides of her humongous tits. All the guys were
hooting and hollering and I shouted for Cammi's
attention.
Two guys quickly told me to shut the fuck up and watch
the show. I didn't say a word as the button below the
first gave way. Now the bottom of her bra and her ample
belly flesh was visible. "Look at the size of those
fucking tits" I heard behind me. "Fucking cow udders"
another said. Another added "She's a fat fucking cow
but she's got my fucking cock hard." I cringed and
quickly realized my fantasy was getting completely out
of control.
Cammi was trying her best, thinking she was playing
well with all the guys cheering her on. Her big wide
ass was stretching the material of her new skirt every
time she bent over and the seam was getting some
definite stress. "Look at the fucking fat ass," a
Mexican guy I knew as Juan said behind me. I watched in
horror, as a tiny split in the seam appeared right
before our eyes.
"Oh yeah," Juan said in my ear, laughing he added, "you
don't mind me looking at your wife's fat white ass do
you?"
I heard a cheer and came out of my stupor as another
button on my wife's blouse came open and now her huge
tits were bursting out through her blouse folds, Cammi
completely oblivious to it. You could just start seeing
her big jiggling melons above her bra.
Only one button remained on top and the guys were now
hitting shots high to her requiring her to jump
straight up with her arms, which put more pressure on
the little pearl button holding back my wife's massive
udders. Suddenly, the last button gave way, and Cammi's
huge bra encased tits came into complete view. Cammi
finally noticed it and turned beet red.
Several guys around her saw her reaction and quickly
replied it was no worse than wearing a bikini top, in
fact, her bra covered more one said. True for most
woman; however, my wife's huge tits squeezed out around
the top and sides of the massive bra, easily a cup size
or two too small. My wife, nervous and embarrassed now,
tried to button it up, but the drinks had gotten to her
and she seemed confused that the buttons weren't there.
One of the guys now pulled the open blouse off my wife
telling her that it would just get ruined if she left
it on. "Okay," Cammi replied nervously."
Now my chubby wife was standing in the middle of the
sand pit, in her overstuffed bra, a skirt that had a
small rip across the broadest part of her fat ass. She
was sweating profusely; sweat running down her face,
neck, and between her huge breasts. They started
playing again and their next target frightened me even
more.
It was one thing to want to see my wife's big tits, but
now guys were pointing out my wife's taut skirt and the
rip that had started. During the next couple of plays,
two guys next to her, "accidentally" got their fingers
into the small one inch tear and managed to enlarge it
a full six inches. Now my wife's big round ass was
visible, encased in white silk panties.
A couple of plays later it was not a gaping split, a
full foot in length and the tops of my wife's thick
creamy white thighs were visible. Cammi's big round ass
cheeks pushed out through the split every time she
leaned over to hit a shot. Her huge tits jiggled and
wobbled inside her bra, making everyone around the sand
pit hard. Cammi's big round ass was protruding through
the seam of her dress, like two huge beach balls
encased in white silk.
Suddenly, one of the body shop painters gripped her
skirt in both hands and pulled it hard, ripping it from
my wife's waistline to the hem. Cammi had no idea what
he had done and now her big soft ass cheeks were
exposed, only contained by her white silk panties.
"Look at that big ole ass," the guy next to me
whispered. He was rubbing his crotch area where I
glanced and gasped when I saw the trace of a huge bulge
nearly halfway down his thigh.
It was then that I knew they intended on fucking my
wife, unlike anything I had ever even fantasized about.
I knew this was not going to be pretty and I was
suddenly very nervous and scared, wishing I could get
my wife out of there, then and now. Cammi lunged for a
ball and fell, the whole group around pit got eerily
silent.
My wife was displayed on all fours, her huge round
plump ass sticking out invitingly through her torn
skirt, which had ridden up around her thick creamy
white thighs. Her huge breasts, the bra straining
mightily to keep them off the sand, only emphasized
their massive weight and size.
Dan broke the silence as several men helped my wife to
her feet, grinning from ear to ear as they watched her
voluptuous body rise. "Damn, it sure is fucking hot out
here, let's all go cool off." Everyone gathered up
around Dan's back deck one of the painters got the
water hose on and started spraying everyone to cool
them down, but his intentions were soon well known.
In a short period of time, it became a spray Cammi down
exercise as her bra and panties were plastered against
her skin. Her huge nipples, despite the density of the
bra, were now visible and her fat plump cunt was
clearly visible beneath her soaked panties. "Damn, your
wife has nice big fucking tits Don," one of the workers
said next to me. He was grinning wildly, his eyes fixed
on my wife's huge breasts.
Several guys were now playing drinking games now, and
they pretty much pushed Cammi over to the table urging
her to play. "I've had enough" my wife told them,
"nonsense, we are just getting started Dan said." The
way he replied sent chills through my body. They were
now teaching Cammi to play quarters, everyone getting
close up looks at my wife's huge tits, held up by her
six hook bra.
Several times during play, guys intentionally bounced
quarters into my wife's massive cleavage, watching
intently as she fished them out of the vast valley.
After several rounds of quarters and my wife chugging
down several more wine coolers, the guys were finally
ready to check out the hot tub.
"Come on Cammi, let's get in the hot tub and relax. I
went to get in with my wife," but several guys held me
up and said, "Don, your turn to play quarters." Despite
my protest, I too was soon chugging beers as 6 or 8
guys climbed into the hot tub with my wife.
A few minutes later, one of the body shop mechanics
came over to the table and asked Dan where the outlet
valve was. Dan gave the guy a nasty look and was
visibly upset, gesturing toward me. I had no idea why
Dan was upset that I heard the question, so I ignored
it. "Make sure you get most of it out before you add
the oil Rick," Dan added as the guy walked away. "Oh,
getting your cooker ready Dan?," I asked. Everyone
laughed and Dan snorted. "Yeah well Don, you need a lot
of oil to get the meat ready for this many guys."
Everyone laughed again.
"What are you doing!," I heard my wife yell. I jumped
up and everyone got up with me following me to the hot
tub. I was confused and didn't understand why my wife
and the six guys in the hot tub were now sitting with
only a foot of water left in the hot tub. I asked if
there was a problem with the hot tub, and Dan replied
eerily, "No Don, no problem. You see, with the water
out and with the depth of the hot tub, your wife will
have a tough time getting out of there." I couldn't
figure out what was going on.
"Still can't figure it out Don? Well maybe this will
help. Get the oil boys."
Suddenly several guys were dumping gallons of oil into
the hot tub. One of the guys dumped it right in my
wife's lap and over her bra, Cammi standing up quickly
and trying to lift herself out, but with oil all over
her hands and the sides of the tub, it was useless.
Don't worry Cammi, its like oil wrestling or jello
wrestling, it just part of the games we always do out
here. Cammi, well intoxicated, nervously replied "Ok,"
her voice a little unsteady.
The four guys in the hot tub with her were splashing in
the oil water mixture now, making sure that my wife got
covered in it. My wife's huge globes were now oiled,
packaged tightly in her huge white bra. Everyone had
gathered around the hot tub now, and it was difficult
to see my wife with all the guys around the tub. Don
was kneeling down to me, I on my knees. He whispered in
my ear, "About time for that pretty big-titted wife of
yours to lose that fucking bra ain't it Don?"
I could hardly find my voice, and it came out like a
whisper, "no, please," I said. Don just sneered. I saw
him wink at a couple of the guys on the edge of the hot
tub who were sitting right above my wife who was now
sitting in the hot tub, the water oil level just below
her oil soaked panties and thighs.
I watched in horror as the guy in back of Cammi, ever
so slightly eased Cammi's right bra strap off her
shoulder. The guy on the left, followed his same move.
The drinks had gotten Cammi to the point she didn't
realize her bra straps were now hanging useless on her
upper arms. Cammi's heaving jugs had sagged a couple of
inches, now resting down over her belly button.
Everyone was focused now on my wife's heaving chest.
Every breath she took caused her massive jugs to expand
and contract in her overworked bra. Suddenly, one of
the guys reached over my wife's shoulders, grabbed a
hold of the bottom of her bra and jerked it upward.
Suddenly, my wife's massive udders were fully exposed,
sagging nearly to her waist. Their sudden freedom
caused them to tumble down and jiggle back and forth.
Cammi screamed, but the roar from everyone coupled with
the hoots and hollers drowned her out.
Hands were all over my wife's huge tits now, oiling
them up, her nipples stiffening at the sudden exposure.
Her huge tits were getting mauled, pinched, and slapped
as my wife was helpless against the onslaught. Cammi
was struggling to get to her feet and I was reaching
for her to give her my hand, but both of us didn't
realize it was the worst thing to do. Now Cammi was
standing, her huge ass clad only in her oil soaked
panties offered a new target for their hands.
"$100 for the fat bitch's panties," someone yelled.
Suddenly, a dark hand went to the front of my wife's
panties and grabbed her in her crotch. Pulling will all
his strength, I watched sickeningly as my wife's white
silk panties stretched, the backs disappearing in-
between her huge ass cheeks. Her panties waistband was
disappearing in-between the folds of her thick hips.
The front of her panties was not out about six inches,
and several other hands were snaking down my wife's
panties grabbing her cunt.
My wife was still holding my hand, looking pleadingly
into my eyes, now wide with fear as suddenly her
panties gave way and she was now standing in the hot
tub full of men, naked except for her useless bra,
unhooked, hanging off her meaty upper arms and under
her neck. I looked in back of my wife and saw several
of the huge mechanics taking off their shorts, their
huge cocks swinging, my wife clueless to what was going
on in back of her.
"Perfect," Dan said, as suddenly my wife's bra was
ripped off her body and used to crudely tie my wife's
one outstretched hand to mine. Now my wife and I were
linked, I outside the hot tub, Cammi standing inside.
I watched in horror as my wife tried to fend off the
onslaught with one hand, as her huge tits were abused
and more and more cocks were entering the hot tub.
Cammi suddenly screamed and tried to turn her head as
one of the guys was gripping her wide hips and
preparing to fuck my wife's big ass from behind. Her
eyes widened as I heard his huge cock enter her oiled
pussy. "Oh yeah that's a good cunt," the mechanic
yelled.
I watched in horror as they took her from behind again
and again. Grabbing her hair, pulling her hair,
squeezing my wife's huge hanging udders while they took
turns using her pussy. While they were still fucking
her from behind, one guy suddenly straddled her back,
grinning ear to ear. "Watch this boys," he said.
He reached around and put two fingers in each side of
my wife's mouth, stretching her mouth open, and
yelling, "New hole open!" Guys quickly stood in line
and took turns face fucking my wife. I couldn't even
see my wife now, just hearing the deep guttural sound
she was making as cock after cock assaulted her
beautiful face.
Suddenly I got a glimpse of my wife and I couldn't
believe the grotesque site I was seeing was my darling
wife. Her face was a slimy gob of white liquid with the
only dark patch being the cavern her mouth. Deep pools
of cum filled Cammi's eye sockets. The white viscous
substance ran down her cheeks, falling off her face in
long lines to the hot tub deck. Her forehead was
covered, cum running down her long hair, the strands
covered in goo.
An outline of drops mirrored her head on the deck.
Cammi couldn't breathe through her nose, cum had flowed
deep into her nostrils. She could only breathe between
the thrusting cocks that filled her mouth. Bubbles
expanded from her nose as she tried to take in much
needed air. She already swallowed what must have been
cups, and cups of cum.
What she could no longer swallow gathered in pools in
her mouth. Cum flowed from her mouth as she tried in
vain to vomit up the vile substance from her belly.
Thick gooey blobs coated her cheeks half an inch thick.
White streamers shot into her hair, some hanging down
at eye level and bobbing back and forth as she was
fucked.
Creamy mucus covered her eyes, practically gluing them
shut. Ivory jelly coated her nose, lips and chin,
dripping down her neck and breasts. Some even lay on
her ears and shoulders, as those who couldn't wait and
couldn't get close enough to her face chose a different
target to blast their cum.
Odd lines of cum marked her belly and crossed her huge
tits. Her eyes were invisible under the pools of sperm.
Her forehead, her cheeks, the cum literally hung from
her face. Her nostrils were filled with spunk. It had
drained back down into her throat through her nose.
Unbroken lines of cum dangled from her head to the
floor, running over her hair, once beautiful, smooth,
long blond hair. "Room for one more," a man said behind
her, and I watched as one of her arms was pulled up and
over her head. The man wrapped the few remaining
uncoated strands of her silky blonde hair around his
prick, and then he placed her wedding ring clad hand
around his big root and started her moving.
"You just jack me off honey, and I'll give you a cum
shampoo," Dan whispered into my ear, "Wait until we
take her into the barn Don." And everyone laughed as I
closed my eyes and prayed.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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