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BBW STEALS BESTFRIENDS HUSBAND

sexy phone chat passionI fucked my best friend’s husband Conner Rogers last summer. Conner worked at the Crawford Hospital in Madison. Before he married my best friend Vivian he was a church going, shy, tall, dark and handsome man. Conner had never had sex before, not even after he marrying Vivian. Not until the day I met him at the hospital reception desk. I noticed him staring down my shirt searching for 42 dds titties, and the looking back back up at my pretty face. So I struck conversation with him and landed his number. I knew tomorrow was the day I took Conner’s virginity.
The next day had arrived Conner and I decided to meet at the this cozy little restaurant for a late lunch.
The food was fantastic but I began to get a little antsy and Conner noticed. He asked, Whats was wrong? I replied, I think that we should go some where and park the car. He was shocked by the words that came from my mouth. I must admit that it made me giggle a little. We then walked to the car, got in and then Conner drove us to the forest preserve. He turned and ask me if we could fuck at his house instead and I said no. I told him to start stripping his clothes off in the car. As shocked as he was he did it. I pulled my top off and my huge DD 42;s fell out revealing my big pretty brown nipples. Then I remove my A-lined skirt and exposed my big juicy fat waxed pussy. My pussy was super soaked at the thought of fucking my best friend’s husband.
I lean over the arm rest and kissed Conner’s big fat dick. Just teasing him with my lips. After that I moved my chubby self on top of him smothering his face with my huge titties, and belly smacking his chest with my tummy. I loved riding the shit out of Conner’s dick. I then moaned O Conner grab my fucking love handles right now!! Conner hollered out Ohh! Ohh! Fuck me you fat bitch, smother me you pretty fat thot hoe. So I did and we fucked for hours in the car parked at forest preserve. I was a skinny mans dream that night. A fucking certified fat slutty tramp. Until reality hit that this was all a daydream. Ugh, What the fuck I hate coming back to reality. There I was at my window day dreaming. So I say no more daydreams let you fat girl fantasies come true.


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