My sex story of being cuckolded by my BBW wife, I’ve been married to my wife for five years. There’s a couple of things you should know about her before I get started. Her name is Victoria, she’s 35 years old, and she’s a certified BBW. I put a lot of emphasis on the B’s – she’s big, and holy shit is she beautiful.
She’s packing a lot of extra weight, and it’s in all the right places. Her breasts are huge and rounded with large perky nipples. Her thick thighs perfectly complement her plump, juicy ass. She has ruby brunette hair which reaches down her back and just about touches the top of her backside. She’s a sight to behold, and every day I wonder how I managed to tie her down…
The thing is, Victoria is a woman who knows how amazing she is, and always gets what she wants. Me, on the other hand… I’m just a below-average guy, and we both know it. I would say I more or less worship her, but that would be putting it lightly. She has me under her thumb, and I haven’t got enough backbone to resist. I work nine hours a day in a job I hate while she stays at home or goes out to eat in fancy restaurants with her friends. I slave away, work my fingers to the bone… But at the end of the month, my entire pay check goes into her bank account. And if I want money for anything, I need to ask her for permission. She often says no. Sometimes I wonder if she does it just to watch me squirm and exert control over me; to let me know who’s boss. And all the while she’s splashing out on brand new shoes, dresses, makeup…
Now I guess I should get on with it and tell you what I know you came here for. The juicy details. Our so-called sex life.
By now you’ve probably got a certain picture of me; an invertebrate, pathetic little worm. I wouldn’t argue with that. As I’ve said, Victoria is very demanding, and it takes a lot to please her; that includes in the bedroom. How could someone like me ever give her what she needs?
I had always suspected that I wasn’t enough for her. It’s not that I’m not big enough… It’s more that I don’t have it in me to really give her everything she wants. I’m not man enough. When she strips off to her underwear, and I gaze upon her majestic body – the perfect curves of her body, the way her breasts stand out proudly in a huge bunch inside her bra – my stomach lurches. I feel so small – physically and metaphorically – next to her. When she climbs on top of me, and my rock-hard penis enters her big wet cunt, and her breasts are pushing up against my face and her big, perfectly round belly is pushing up against my own stomach, I can’t help but blow my load. In these moments I grasp her massive asscheeks with my two hands and hold on for dear life, as if afraid I may never get the chance again. Afterwards she always gives me this look of disgust and disappointment, and I feel so unworthy.
After this became a predictable routine, she started making me lick her pussy before we started intercourse, so she could actually have at least one orgasm. Most of the time she would end up finishing herself off and always with her eyes closed. The thought always occurred to me that behind her closed eyes, she was imagining somebody else.
My story really begins around six months ago, when things had gotten to an all-time low We’d gradually stopped having sex full stop. As sex had always been on her terms, she didn’t even give me an excuse. It was as if my needs didn’t matter to her at all. And of course, I didn’t have the balls to be commanding and take control, to take what I wanted from her.
It was Sunday daytime and while she was out with her other BBW friends, shopping and probably discussing how pathetic I am, I opened up her laptop to check her internet history. I found what I expected to find; she’d been on various porn sites. In fact, it seems she’d been viewing porn for the past few months. She had watched videos with titles such as ‘Athletic guy fucks BBW’, ‘BBW takes big black cock and cums multiple times’, and another with the title ‘Pathetic guy watches his wife get fucked by alpha with huge cock’. When I read this I felt a kind of sickness in my stomach. But it wasn’t a bad kind of sick, and I noticed another sensation as well… I felt my jeans and noticed my cock had hardened. I was confused and didn’t want to acknowledge what just happened, so I closed the laptop lid.
For some reason my eyes drifted over to the other side of the bedroom, and I spotted something in my peripheral vision. It was her washing basket, and something hanging off its edge. I walked over to see what it was.
It was black. It was lacy. And it was something I hadn’t seen in a while.
I picked it up and realised I was looking at a pair of Victoria’s panties. In fact, it was my favourite pair… a pair I hadn’t seen in months. Since we’d stopped having sex I hadn’t seen her in anything skimpy or sexy. But here they were, dirty and hanging off the edge of her washing basket.
I grasped them in my hand and felt a stirring in my trousers. It had been weeks since I last blew a good load and seeing those panties brought back memories of Victoria’s luscious body. The way these panties wrapped themselves tightly around her waist and slid into her ass crack. The smell of her pussy. It was just too much to resist.
I unbuttoned my jeans and fell backwards onto the bed. I held the panties up to my face and breathed in, stroking my cock. As soon as I took in Victoria’s scent, I felt myself lurch. I jerked my cock rapidly, imagining my face actually buried in Victoria’s huge ass. And then it was all over, and I felt warm semen all over my chest.
It was over, and I felt more pathetic than ever. Here I was, masturbating over my own fat wife’s panties, and all the while she was fantasising about being with better men.
After around ten minutes of lying in my own mess, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Something I had seen while I was looking at her search history but not realised until now. I went back to her laptop and opened it up again.
And that’s when I noticed the dates of her internet history. She had been watching porn for a while, but not in the last two weeks. In fact, she went from watching it nearly every single day, and then not at all. I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach. She had stopped watching porn of big, alpha guys fucking BBWs, yet our sex life was as dead as ever. What was happening?
I thought back to how she had been acting the last few weeks. I thought about how usually I get home from work, and before I have a chance to set down my suitcase, she demands that I make her dinner. Recently she’d been a bit nicer. I was allowed thirty minutes to sit down with a cup of coffee before making her food. Hell, I was even allowed to watch what I wanted on the television for a while. She seemed overall in a better mood and I just put it down to hormones or something. But now I was starting to wonder if it was something else.
I felt nervous. At least, I thought I felt nervous.
There was something I couldn’t admit to myself. I couldn’t even say the words in my own head about what was probably happening. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror; a skinny, worthless man, sinking into himself. I thought about how lucky I was that I even got to put my hands on Victoria. She looked like one of the BBW pornstars I jerked myself off to five times a day in my teen years. And I always thought, big girls are easy. Big girl girls are more appreciative. Big girls don’t know how fucking beautiful they really are. Big girls can be controlled.
But not Victoria. Oh no. She knows she’s a Goddess.
I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I’d grabbed my phone and was texting my boss…
‘Hey Dan. I won’t be able to make it in tomorrow – family emergency. Hope that’s okay.’
I clicked send. Family emergency? I couldn’t think of anything better but I knew he wasn’t the type to ask questions.
The butterflies in my stomach multiplied. I couldn’t believe I was going to go through with this, but I couldn’t resist. If she caught me… But wait. Why was I worrying about that? If she caught me… why would I be the one in the wrong?
She came home from seeing her friends a few hours later. I had cleaned up in the mess I made in the bedroom and closed down the windows I’d opened on her laptop and put it away. Still, I felt anxious that she’d find something out of place. Victoria had this way of knowing things… I always felt on edge, because she was brutal when you got on the wrong side of her. I always felt at her mercy. But whenever she was in one of her bad moods, whenever she threw every insult under the sun at me, made me feel like the pathetic man I am… I always felt the stirring in my pants.
It was Monday morning and I feigned getting ready for work. I put on my tie, packed my suitcase, and made her breakfast in bed like I did every morning.
I brought the tray through into the bedroom and she was still half-alseep. There was a plate full of fried bacon, sausages, eggs, with a kripsy kreme donut on the side and a big glass of orange juice. I set it down on her dresser and crept over to her side of the bed.
‘Morning Goddess… Breakfast is ready. I’m just going to work…’
Her eyes opened, and then shifted over to the breakfast. She gave an angry sigh.
‘Are you fucking kidding me? You know I meet Susan for brunch on Mondays.’ She sighed again and rolled over.
‘I’m sorry,’ I groaned. She didn’t answer. I picked up my suitcase and left.
I started the car and backed out of the drive. I drove out of the street, just in case she was watching out of the bedroom window. I parked up and waited a minute or so. I knew I should wait a bit longer, but I was anxious that I may end up missing whatever may happen. I started the car up and returned to my street, and then crept along until I could clearly see my house, but far enough that I wasn’t noticeable.
Then I waited, and waited, and waited. Nobody came. I checked the clock and it said 9:30. It had been 8:00 when I left the house.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was just paranoid, I thought. She’s not satisfied, but she’d never go that far, she’d never…
I heard a familiar sound. It was Vicotria’s Benz starting up. Moments later I saw her car coming down the driveway. Then she turned right and was coming in my direction. I quickly ducked my head down and prayed she didn’t notice the car…
After a minute I looked back up and saw that the street was empty. She was gone.
I breathed a sigh of relief. That was it then. She wasn’t up to anything behind my back (aside from stroking herself while fantasising about other men).
I got out of the car, leaving it parked where it was, and made my way to the house. I felt like a new man, to be honest. I felt a new lease of life. Victoria was going to get back from brunch and find me waiting for her in the bedroom. I was going to take control for once, and I was going to give her the ride of her life. As soon as she walked into the bedroom I would forcefully grab her by the waist and draw her in, put my hands all over her body. Her body which was mine. I was going to give her everything she wanted.
I climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, preparing myself and rehearsing what I was going to do and say. Everything was clear now; I just needed to be dominant and be the man Victoria deserved.
I looked around and noticed the breakfast tray I had brought in for Victoria was now empty; she’d left it on the bedside table for me to clean up. And then I waited, and then some more. The more I waited, the more anxious I felt. The shot of testosterone I had had was starting to fade, and I felt like I was starting to shrink. I looked over at her washing basket again where her dirty panties were and felt my cock stiffen again.
I could just quickly jerk off again and then leave. Pretend none of this ever happened.
I got up and started for the washing basket when I heard Victoria’s Mercedes Benz enter the driveway. I felt my stomach drop. I wasn’t ready for this, and when Victoria found out I’d lied, she’d kill me. She’d call me every name under the sun and make me sleep on the floor again.
I started to panic. I had to hide, quick.
I heard the key enter the door and turn. I darted over the Victoria’s huge wardrobe and climbed inside, trying my best to shut the door. The wardrobe was so full with Victoria’s expensive dresses, and me, that I couldn’t shut the door completely. There was a little crack that I could see through.
I heard laughing.
My heart skipped. There were two voices.
One I recognised; Victoria’s cute, sexy laugh. But another. A deeper laugh.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of the laughing became more distinct. I peered through the crack in the wardrobe and saw Victoria walk into the bedroom. Her hand was trailing behind her. Attached to the end of her hand was another man.
He was at least six foot three, and he was built like a machine. He was wearing a very slim fitting t shirt which perfectly showcased his bulging biceps. You could even see the outlines of his six pack. He stood with a perfect, straight, alpha-male posture and seemed to tower over everything in the room.
The look on Victoria’s face was of pure excitement. I’d never seen her look like that before, not around me anyway. I could almost feel her rapidly beating heart from my vantage point in the corner of the room, or maybe that was just my own.
In one swift movement, the man completely dominated Victoria. He grabbed her by her waist and forced her up against a wall. I considered for a moment that maybe she didn’t want it, maybe he really was forcing her. Was this really how a man treats a woman? But then I saw the look on Victoria’s face. It wasn’t fear. She was gazing up at the man with so much amazement and desire, a way I’d never seen her looking at me.
He had complete control over her. He wanted her and he was taking her, and it was clear that she wanted so much for him to take her.
He lingered for what seemed an eternity. Her lips were slightly puckered, obviously anticipating that first kiss, but he kept her standing on the edge of ecstasy. He had her in the palm of her hand.
Then he kissed her, and I just heard a soft, long groan emit from Victoria’s throat. Her hands were frantically grabbing for the man’s body; his perfect buttocks, muscly back, and huge biceps. She seemed to almost collapse into him, as if possessed by something, but he managed to use his strength to keep her upright while he kissed her lips and neck.
My cock had stiffened. I reached down and felt it with my hand and could immediately tell it was harder than it had ever been.
He paused kissing her for a moment, just long enough for her to moan ‘I want you, Rick. Oh god please take me.’
He waited a moment before replying. He seemed to be in complete control of the situation, and knew she lingered on his every word.
‘If you want me, you little bitch, you better get on your knees and prove how much.’
I almost gasped. He called her a bitch. If I’d ever done that, I’d have been sleeping in the garage for a month.
He took a step back, and she put both of her hands flat on his chest, and then slowly made her way down. She was on her knees now, but her gaze never left his face. She almost looked like she was worshipping him, and her face was full of admiration and a need to be wanted.
She started unbuttoning his jeans. He was stood up tall, looking indifferent and cool, as if this was nothing to him and he was waiting for something exciting to happen. At this stage I would’ve already half blown my load in my pants.
She pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and the hugeness of his cock was already distinct through his boxer shorts. When she saw it, she seemed to gasp. Her breathing became more erratic. She reached into his underwear and pulled out a huge, perfectly formed dick. She took one last look at him, her eyes saying that she felt like the luckiest BBW in the world, and then got to work.
She struggled to fit his whole dick in her mouth, so he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in closer. At one point she seemed to be choking, and I almost jumped out the wardrobe right there and then, but then I saw something. Her right hand had dropped to between her legs. She was making gentle clawing motions, and gradually pulling her dress up for better access.
I felt a sudden bitter envy. She hadn’t sucked my cock in years, yet here she was sucking on this guy’s and enjoying it. But the envy was soon subverted by a sudden jolt of horniness as I brought my attention back to the sight before me.
She sucked on his cock for a good ten minutes. At one point she had tried to fully stick her hand up her dress to rub her cunt, but he had forcefully grabbed her hand away. He wanted to keep her waiting.
He withdrew his dick from her mouth and looked down at her with approving eyes.
‘Do you want me to fuck you, Vicky?’ he said.
‘Yes. Yes!’ she moaned.
‘Stand up,’ he said. She did.
He put his hands softly around her neck, and then dropped one down to her huge tits. In the dress she was wearing they were perfectly perky. Then he moved the hand round to her back and started unzipping the dress. It made a long metallic sound as the zipper slid down her back, and her breathing got heavier. I could tell she wanted his hands all over her body. He wanted her to bury his face in her huge bosom, and stroke the circumference of her round belly. She wanted him to stroke her wet cunt. She wanted his huge cock inside her.
And he knew she wanted it.
She slid the dress off and it dropped to the floor. She was stood there in just her panties. They were a pair I had never seen before. It was clear; she had bought them just for him.
‘Fuck me Rick,’ she breathed. ‘Fuck me, I need it.’
He smiled. ‘I know you need it. You’ve told me enough times.’
With one hand he grabbed her upper thigh where it meets her thick waist. The other hand went gently to her neck, and he gave her a deep kiss. They withdrew slightly, just enough apart so I could see their tongues colliding and dancing in the air. She was kissing more frantically than he was. Her hands were tightly clasping his back and buttocks in sheer desperation and excitement. His hands went down to her panties and yanked them down. She did the rest, slipping them off under her feet, and threw them across the room, before hurrying back to kiss him.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and pushed her face first onto the bed.
‘Get on your fucking knees,’ he said.
She did as she was told.
He held his huge cock in his right hand and approached the bed. Her ass was facing the edge of the bed, her long ruby brown hair falling down her spine and to the side. My vantage point was in clear view of Victoria’s face, and I could see she had expression of pure excitement and longing. Without realising I had started to unbutton my jeans.
He grabbed her waist and with both hands pulled her ass closer to him. From where I was I had a brilliant view of her tits which hung down and cushioned elegantly on the surface of the bed. I wished I could see the view from behind, Victoria’s huge, round ass, spread out and gaping. Holding his huge dick in his hand, he pushed it slowly down the canyon of Victoria’s ass and pussy. Her hands clasped the bedsheets tightly and gasped. She started breathing heavy, anticipating the moment he would just shove it into her. He was teasing her. He knew how much she wanted it.
With a quick, sudden movement, he rammed his dick inside her wet pussy, and she let out a loud, breathy moan. I could see the intense pleasure in her face and realised it was something I’d never seen before. He withdrew his dick, before shoving it back in, harder than before. She let out another moan.
‘Do you want me to fuck you hard, Vicky?’ he asked. She never let me call her Vicky. She said she hated it.
‘Yes!’ she groaned. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me please fuck me. Give me your cock.’
Then he started his rhythmic thrusts. He started slow, but it was obvious he was going deep (deeper than I ever could) and hitting the right spots. Her whole face would crease with each thrust and let out sharp moans. Her whole big beautiful body jiggled each time he pushed deep inside her. Her tits wobbled back and forth, left and right.
He started going faster, and I could tell that’s exactly what she wanted. At this point I would have blown my load, and Victoria would have ended up disappointed. But not with this guy. Not with Rick.
As he went faster and faster, Victoria’s moans got louder and higher pitched. Her attempts at keeping her volume down were now becoming futile. He grabbed her hair in a bunch and pulled, and her head lifted up. I could see that she was almost whimpering. Her mouth had gone into a outward lipped frown. Then she was almost screaming.
‘Rick I’m going to come.’ The words almost seemed to explode out of her mouth. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!’
Those three words she said over and over, faster and faster. Oh my god. And then, finally.
‘OH MY GOD I’M COMING!’
She screamed the house down. If the neighbours were in, they would surely have heard. In fact, I reckon the whole street heard.
She was going crazy. Almost crying. I’d never seen her in such a state. Rick was still pounding her from behind. The thrusts were making a smacking sound against her huge shiny ass. He was going for it harder than ever and Victoria was exploding with ecstasy.
And so was I. I came. My semen rushed out and splattered the wardrobe door. I struggled to keep my noise down, but somehow I managed it.
I was watching my fat-ass, beautiful BBW wife being fucked by another man, satisfying her like I never could, and all I could do was stand there watching and masturbating. I felt pathetic, but I felt alive. To see Victoria in such ecstasy, so see the look on her face as she had the strongest orgasm of her life…
He withdrew his cock. She collapsed on the bed and rolled over onto her side. She was still saying ‘oh my god’ in between her heavy breaths.
‘I’m not finished with you,’ he said smiling, looking down at her on the bed.
‘Oh Rick,’ she moaned with glee.
He sat down on the bed and shuffled towards the headboard.
‘You want me to sit on your dick?,’ she asked him.
He smiled. ‘Bring your fat ass over here and sit on this big cock you love so much.’
She giggled and got up on her knees, and then lifted one leg over him so she was straddling him. She was facing him with her huge tits wobbling in front of his face. He grabbed hold of them fiercely, and then moved his hands down onto her huge thighs and pulled her whole body towards him. She moved her hands behind her ass and grabbed his rock-hard cock and then eased it into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped and I felt my cock harden again.
She rocked against him slowly, her breasts moving to and throw as she did. Her belly jiggled. She was starting to move faster and her breathing became heavier. He was going to make her come again, I knew it. She was going to have another powerful orgasm from this guy, this guy who could give her more pleasure that I could ever dream of giving her. She was loving every minute, and I knew for sure that through the whole ordeal, she didn’t spare a single thought for me. She was simply lost in the ecstasy of Rick.
She rode his dick harder and faster. Her whole body jiggled and wobbled and her face scrunched tighter with each pleasurable movement. Her moans and groans and whimpers only got louder. She moaned his name. She started again with the ‘Oh gods’. The only time she said ‘oh god’ with me was when I ejaculated, and then it was a ‘oh god, not again’. But here she was, riding some alpha-male called Rick’s dick in our bed, getting what she’d wanted for a long time.
It was happening again. She was getting erratic, her words becoming incoherent. The groans became high-pitched and desperate. She was going to come all over his dick.
‘RICK I’M GOING TO COME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME’
He grabbed her by her neck and gently squeezed.
‘I’M FUCKING YOU, YOU FAT BITCH’ he screamed in her face.
‘Oh godddddddddddddd,’ she moaned.
She was practically bouncing on top of him now. He was slapping her arse hard and thrusting his huge cock inside her. She was screaming. Screaming. Screaming. The bed was rocking and hitting the wall. I was in the wardrobe, jerking off violently. She was going to come for the second time and so was I.
She came. It ended with a ‘fucccccccccccccccccccccccccccck’ and it was over. He had given her his load. They collapsed onto each other, sweaty and naked. And I stood in the wardrobe, covered in my own semen, trying not to make a sound.
After a little while they started getting dressed again. I was relieved as my legs were starting to really ache being stood up in the wardrobe the whole time.
‘I’m hungry,’ Victoria said. ‘Do you fancy Gioacchinis?’
Gioacchinis is a local Italian restaurant, the fanciest and most expensive in town.
‘Sure,’ said Rick, putting on his pants. ‘Who’s paying?’
‘The worm,’ she replied. They both laughed.
The worm? It took me a little whole to realise she was talking about me.
That’s what they called me. The worm.
I’m going to stop there, but there’s much more to this story. I’ll maybe tell you the rest if there’s enough demand.
