Last night, looking up at him after I'd blown him and he'd emptied his gorgeous balls all over my tits and neck, I spent a few moments watching his face and considering his cute chubby tummy. I'm not an ugly girl, I'm not a fat girl, and I'm not a weirdo. I'm that girl in your office or class that kind of hides out, doesn't say all that much, but people do tend to talk about and wonder about. I might be pretty attractive, even, but I'm not interested in you so don't bother - go away. Even when I met him, my now-husband of ten years, people didn't know what to make of me. That's fine by me, they talked, told him I was a lesbian or "fucking weird." He learned pretty quick that wasn't the case, even back then he was a chubby cutie and I was hooked on him.

Back to last night, on my knees, naked, feeling pretty good from the orgasm he'd given me and the successful blowjob (proof is in the mess all over my chest), I'm looking at that stomach, those love handles, that hairy chest. His hot beard, I love it. That's right, that's my bear up there, and I've just done my part to keep him happy. We'd been shopping all day, and his hands had been on my ass and hips every chance he got. I bought dresses for summer, and he got to be my sounding board as to what makes my ass stick out, what's good for pushing my boobs together, what accentuates my hips (I have great hips) or downplays them. Guys, help your girls shop. It WILL get you laid. I'm turned on, wet all day long from all the attention and the knowledge that when we get home, I'm going to be all over him.

What makes it even hotter is just how oblivious he is; how much our waitress is into him, our cashier is trying to flirt with him, girls are giving him looks as they walk by and see my little impromptu fashion shows for him at these shops (their guys are nowhere to be found, of course). He's funny, makes jokes with me and touches me constantly while we're out. One cashier asks if we are newlyweds; nope, he's been mine for over ten years now. He's coming home with me, of course, and is going to go to work on my pussy, not yours. I'll never tell him just why I'm so horny after we shop, but that's really it. The quiet little girl in the back of the room has the man all these girls are wanting, and that turns me on in a way nothing else does. In his V neck tee and jeans, he's definitely got my attention, and I can see he has some of their's as well. Back off.

When we get home, that little sheer dress, soft as my sex and given just as much attention from him, on the floor. Panties, gone. I've pushed him onto the bed, unzipped his pants, and helped him wiggle out of them, my free hand jerking his cock vigorously. I love to do it, to feel it get hard in my hand, pull on it and lick the head, taste his precum (I love it). He's moaning, gasping, grabbing my hair and stroking my face. I pull his balls with my free hands and he moans, so good. I give him one more hard lick, flicking the tip at the end with my tongue, and it's my turn, his fingers in me, stroking me, finding the sweet spot, and taking me home in no time. I'm red-faced, dazed, and feeling like I'm tipsy, those fingers know my pussy so well. His mouth finds mine for awhile, then he sucks my tits for a little bit, everything feels great after I cum, so I'm loving his tongue all over me. I slide back down and start all over with his cock, nursing it back to life with my mouth. Then I slide into the floor, ask him for his cum, and suck him hard until I can feel him tense up, and start shooting on me, a look of pain and relief on his face as he gives me what I deserve, what I need.

Such a great evening. I love my chubby hubby.