Chapter 3: Rising Action
Rebecca grinned mischievously as she pulled open the top drawer of her dresser, casting a sultry glance at the man—her husband—who slouched on their bed. The familiar surroundings of their bedroom had undergone a transformation, from mere romantic sanctuary to the ripe stage of Rebecca's seduction. Sensuously soft fabrics peppered the room, colors glowed warn and inviting; crimson, plum, rich ivory. Spiced candles flickered, casting a cocoon of intimacy around them.
Her fat tits were out. Tight yoga pants on. Feet out. Ready to please him. Her heart raced, flushed skin prickling. How she desired to kindle the lust in his dark blue eyes. Carefully, she selected an assortment of toys kept hidden from plain sight. Her husband Kyle didn't need to know she had been poring over articles on how to better pleasure him. The corner of her mouth lifted in a secret smile. He thought of himself as too conventional when it came to sex, failing to see that with her, there were no boundaries.
"Like this, baby?" She asked innocently, dangling a feather tickler from her fingertips.
"Maybe this can bring some life back to you?"
Kyle smirked, winking at her playfully as his gaze slipped over her splayed form.uncertainty wavered across her features but she held her ground, standing tall, tits swaying from the force of breathing heavier than usual.
“Eyes up here, soldier.” She admonished, tapping her foot expectantly.
Trying to suppress his mild amusement, Kyle lifted his gaze back to her eyes.
"Of course, honey." The words rolled off his tongue sweetly, but his flippant tone spoke volumes. "Give it a try."
She floated towards him, a goddess adorned in her own temple of sin, the tickler dangling between her fingers. As she neared, Kyle's demeanor shifted. His gaze zeroed in on her chest. His mouth went dry. The tickler in her hand be damned; he wanted those tits.
Her hands dove into Kyle's hair, tugging gently as she crushed her mouth to his.
His breath tasted of spearmint; normal, mundane, reassuring. Gently, she explored his lips before twining her tongue with his.
Guiding his hand to one of her thighs, she urged him to grip her plush flesh and moaned as his fingers curled, kneading her. He took the cue, caressing the skin beneath her tight yoga pants. Soft, then hard.
"Come on, baby," she whispered hotly into his ear, “lay down and do nothing. I’m going to take care of you now.” The breathy promise of untold pleasure caressed Kyle’s ear. Her hands began to search his body, untucking his shirt, brushing her nimble fingers against the dips and valleys of his abs.
Her tongue trailed down the curve of his chest. His heart drummed against his ribcage like an insistent lover. Her lips wrapped around his nipple, teasing erratically. Kyle’s hips arched to meet her mouth, and involuntarily he murmured, “Fuck.”
She undresses him. His soft cock like tiny next to her soft saggy tits. He looked down at her wonderingly. Rebecca was being persistent for a reason. Her confidence had taken a massive hit the last few years. She didn't feel like a sex icon to him anymore. She never complained, but she deeply desired to feel wanted by him, not out of duty, but an insatiable hunger.
"Baby, I wanna fuck your tits," he finally spoke up. She glanced at him with a smile, hearing the desire echoing in his voice.
She lifted her heavy breasts and demonstrated how she wanted him to titty-fuck her: slow and forceful.
The image of it distracted Kyle. Her eyes never left his as she guided his cock between her swollen cleavage, urging him to thrust with a tender squeeze. Her fingers snaked around his shaft, pulling and twisting with practiced ease. Flesh slapped against flesh, a primal rhythm pulsing in the air. Her tits trembled, bouncing softly against his pelvis with each thrust.
Kyle groaned, tendrils of pleasure twining tight around his core.
Encased between Rebecca's soft flesh, he lost himself in her heat, hips pistoning furiously. Her tits yielded to his pounding, full and round; their weight lent an incendiary sensation that made his toes curl.
His lips parted, stifling another ragged groan. He panted, mouth dry and heartbeat pounding out a thrilling tempo as sweat glistened on his skin.
He was still soft. She hid her disappointment and decided on plan B.
"You really wanna make me come, baby?" She purred throatily, grinding her tits against his shaft as her splayed hands caressed his thighs sensually.
"N-no, I-I'm okay," Kyle stammered, hands still twining through her hair. The glazed lust in his eyes mirrored the tremble in his fingers, and Rebecca recognized the discord between his mind and body.
She sat up, gliding from his grasp.
A sense of frustration gnawed at her, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. This time, she'd bring him to climax, no matter what. His cock was still soft. No love for her tits tonight.
Rebecca shifted down his body, planting kisses along his torso. Her senses tingled, primed and ready for the thrill of exploring each other's bodies with a no-holds-barred deliberation. With every taste, lick, and touch, she aimed to reignite the carnal connection between them.
Rebecca's breath turned shallow, hands trailing teasingly along Kyle's thighs. Her fingers curved under, nails lightly scraping the sensitive inner muscles. The stubbled hair on his legs tickled the pads of her fingers, and she fought the urge to giggle.
"Fucking hell, Becca," he hissed, hands tightening in her hair, gripping and tugging like a wild beast staking its claim. His hips bucked involuntarily, cock bobbing against his belly.
She smirked, raising herself onto her knees. Her ass hovered above his crotch and she danced her wet slit across his shaft, leaving a glistening trail of arousal. Kyles voice was ragged, pleading.
"I wanna taste you," He begged.
She lowered her body, allowing her splayed folds to envelop his cock like a satin glove. He swallowed, groaning as her warmth embraced him, and her salty-sweet nectar slid along his length.
Unable to resist the temptation, Kyle craned his head, savagely plundering her mouth as he playfully tugged on her nipples.
Rebecca whimpered, writhing above him. She craved the sting of pain, the delicious twinge of pleasure as Kyle savored the bounty she offered. Her flesh wobbled, heavy and wanting.
Her hand dropped to her cleavage, squeezing as Kyle sank deep inside. The feeling was indescribably sublime, and she lost herself in their shared pleasure.
“Let me slap your fat saggy tits” He begged, eyes wide with lust and wild abandon. Heat flushed her skin; she couldn’t deny him this thrill. Swiftly, she shifted to kneel beside him, breasts quivering atop her chest. Tenderly, he gripped each mound, first massaging, then kneading with increasing pressure. Creamy flesh rippled under his strong fingers, hypnotic in every movement.
Kyle raised up, leaning forward to land a firm slap on one plump breast. The resounding crack filled the room, echoing between their heavy breaths.
The stinging impact drew a gasp from Rebecca, who stared at Kyle with a mixture of shock and arousal. The whites of her eyes were startlingly visible, as bright and blue as a cloudless summer sky. Her body trembled from the unexpected but undeniably hot assault.
Kyle felt an exhilaration bubbling in his chest, threatening to erupt like molten lava from his core. A savage grin carved his face, normally reserved for negotiations, but this--this was pure, unhinged pleasure.
He squeezed her breasts like dough, in an almost brutal motion. When she didn’t protest, but rather, mewled like a lovesick kitten, he teased her other tit with equal voracity.
"Harder!" she cried, begging him to imitate their most violent intercourse sessions with unmatched fervor.
He yanked her naked body towards him, forcing her sore tits to collide with his chest and painfully bit her shoulder. She screamed, grappling his head, and savored the bite of his teeth.
He rubbed her fat belly and called her a whore. They both loved it. His obscene words fed a desperate hunger in her core, and his hands explored her body as if it were a mysterious fortress. Her ample body responded to his every touch, and the dampness between her thighs proved that she welcomed the lewd fuck fest they were about to embark on.
"On your back, whore." His voice was a harsh whisper laced with curiosity, his erection already thick and long in his grasp.
"Own this body," she begged, wanting to revel in the sinful pleasure he could unleash as they sought their forbidden fix.
As Rebecca followed his command, laying flat on her back, her soft belly bounced with excitement. Her eyes traced his every move; the tightening of his grip on his cock, the slight flexing of his triceps as he stroked it steadily, his wicked grin growing wider.
Kyle hovered just above her, the tips of their noses touching.
"Your body is mine, today and always. I'm going to make you scream, whore. You want that, don't you?" he asked, a gleam of filthy delight gleaming in his eyes.
Rebecca shuddered, her pussy clenching in response. "Yes, yes, I want that," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He lowered himself down her body, his lips skimming a wet trail along the line of her collarbone.