A while back I had myself a husband, and he was an all account bastard. A mean son of a bitch that was constantly putting me down about my weight. For a long time I was ashamed about my plump body. But then I decided to stop being a victim and celebrate my curvaceous body. I planned my revenge too. I waited until the bastard left for work and went out to a fat friendly club where I picked out a few tasty morsels to take home with me for some fun. In our marriage bed, I undressed those men and stripped down to my pelt and hopped in with them. We had an assortment of sweet things to nibble on and we took turns smearing frosting all over our bodies and licking it off in the most sexy way possible.
It felt so good to have those hungry, demanding mouths on my skin, slurping up sugary goodness off of my titties and pussy. We rolled around in the sheets, both my hungry holes gobbling up their hard, throbbing cocks. We focused on a rhythm that made the bed shake, me screaming in pleasure, when the door opened. In walks Captain Shit, King of Turd Mountain. Let’s say he was NOT happy to see his demure wife slutting it up with two young studs drilling into her. I got my divorce the next month and have been a fatabulous woman ever since.