My big fat Date

I had been feeling a little down, sex life not as good as it was before the house move and had the feeling to have a bit of fun. So I am shopping in the local super market when the guy behind the counter out of the blue askes me out. Well….I am a married woman, and in all honesty this guy was not my type. He is 30, overweight, not exactly an aftershave advert model and not all that good looking, a tad below average. Hay I’m a girl, women seldom want to date a guy anything under a 7 unless he has a car that costs more than her annual income. But he asked me out and he always seemed like a really nice guy, always chatty and smiling unlike most super market staff. So, I thought what the hell, there was also a little bit in me that wanted to punish myself and how better than go on a date with a fat guy you don’t fancy.


There was a 70’s-80’s Christmas song party at the local pub, and sounded fun so I figured why not. I wore a Thick woollen black dress that buttons up the front and thick stockings as its quite cold out, with a jacket. I met him a little way outside my house as one does not want ones hubby to get suspicious. I was a lot more dressed than him, jeans and a jacket I guess is vogue for 30 year old men living with their mom. We walked on to the pub and had a great time.



Singing along to the music, a bit of dancing in a pub kind of way. He grabbed by bum a lot but wasn’t too gropy I thought the night would end with a squeeze and maybe a kiss but was I wrong. Walking home after he suggested we go to his for a night cap, but we had to be quiet as his parents would be in bed. We got in his house and sat on the sofa together. The sofa was about as old as the music we had been listening to and honestly the house smelled in that way they do when no one is polite enough to tell the home owners that cleaning was a good thing.

He kissed me and I was a little aroused then his fingers slipped between the buttons of my dress, popping them open, pushed my dress aside to expose my breath that he squeezed quite hard. Then he just jumped on top of me, my dress ripped fully open as he pulled it and he kissed me hard and I pushed down my knickers, he pulled his jeans down then laid fully on me. Wow, he was 4 times bigger than me, I felt squashed by his big belly as he groped my boobs and kissed me and I felt the tip of his cock thrust into me.



I gasped as he began to pound me, I had to keep quiet so as not to wake anyone, but it wasn’t easy. I hadn’t expected such a hard pounding from one so big. He squashed the breath out of me as he did me hard, I was so wet and his sweat rubbed all over my body as we moved together, I lost it at this point and came very hard, gasping for air and he kept pounding me. Finally he exploded in me, pumping my small wet pussy full of his sperm. I came so hard.



After we got out breath back I want home, stinking of his sweat and dripping with his sperm. I think dating a big guy isn’t a bad thing after all. Might be a start of something special!