Free He Loves My Curves by Stephanie Harley Page A

to bed. “I thought I’d told you not to use them anymore, you always get upset.” He walked over to me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist and kissed my forehead while stroking my hair.
     
    “I know, I just feel so unattractive, I’ve put on two more pounds,” I cried. He began pulling off my towel, I tried to stop him, to shield my body, but he wouldn’t let me. He stood behind me as we faced the mirror and he ran his hands across my stomach and then my round ass. “Stop Richard, I feel ugly,” I whimpered but he kept groping me. I couldn’t bear watching my handsome husband having to feel up his pudgy wife as I watched us both in the mirror. I tried to look away but I could see how badly he wanted me. I felt his thick veiny cock pressing against my ass cheek.
     
    “You don’t know how sexy you are,” he breathed. He kissed down my neck and began subtly humping at me as he pinched my large nipples. He gently pushed me towards the sink counter and leaned his body on top of mine. “I love your soft curves and your big round ass,” he said as he jiggled it. “You’ve been teasing me all morning.” I knew that he’d been waiting for me to wake up because he’d been purposely shuffling around in our bed, fluffing his pillow and tossing and turning. He pressed his hard bulge against my entrance and urgently squeezed himself into my tightness. I looked up at the mirror that was in front of us and I saw his wolf blue eyes ogling my curves, but I didn’t know how he could fancy me. He traced his fingers up along my hips and I felt a tingle run down my spine as my clit throbbed. I loved the way that he saw me and I wanted to see myself through his eyes. He gripped at my waist as he began mounting me and I watched the passion on his face as he inhaled. He kept pumping away like a wild animal as he kissed along my shoulder. I felt his weekend-old stubble scratch against my smooth skin. He arched his back and began ramming into me. I could see him purposely pounding my cheeks as he watched them bounce around. His hands trembled along my butt as he squeezed it. The look on his face was of pure bliss and I felt my pussy tremor as it frantically wanted to please him. I could tell that he was nearing climax and it brought me to the edge. My breathing deepened as he grabbed at me and then came a rush of ecstasy as my walls pulsated around his dick. I knew that he could feel it as he started exhaling low harsh grunts. I felt his warm sticky seed splurge against my walls as he lost his rhythm and pressed his sweaty body on top of mine. He laid down and rested himself on me. He was panting and I felt his heart pounding against my back. Between his breaths, he kissed my back and hugged his arms around me. He laid there for a long time while he stayed inside of my pussy. “Now forget about those measly two pounds and get your hot ass in the shower with me.”
     
    “They’re not measly to me,” I whispered and they weren’t. How many more ‘measly’ pounds would I end up putting on? I just couldn’t understand how he could be happy knowing that the thin woman that he’d married hadn’t kept her perfect figure. Yes, his appetite for me had increased year on year and yes, it sometimes left me sore for days on end but isn’t that how all husbands are? I didn’t know and I didn’t ask. My friends would moan about the lack of attention that they received from their husbands but I had always put that down to them acting modest and so I would lie and tell them the same was true about my marriage, but it wasn’t. No, I’ve never caught him staring at another woman or even masturbating and sometimes we’d even be out on a pleasant drive somewhere like to my parent’s wedding anniversary dinner and I’d reach over to change the radio station and I’d catch him leering down my top. A few moments later he’d pulled up along a street that was too busy for my liking, he then reclined my chair and ravaged me