Chapter 4: Climax
The moment the bedroom door latched shut, Rebecca's heart thumped in her chest. She glanced at the rumpled king-size mattress, the soft sheets, and the cozy, welcoming vibe of the room. She'd dimmed the lights to create the perfect, intimate atmosphere, just as she had planned in her mind.
As she faced Kyle, she could sense the tension. He loved her—of that, she had no doubt—but she knew he struggled with the recent changes in her body.
He loved her feet and her fat tits though, so she was going to use them. She also knew he liked how he ass looked in these yoga pants. Which is why she wore only them. She felt exposed but determined. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, giving her hips a little shimmy, making her fat tits bounce.
Kyle's jaw dropped a fraction. "You know I do," he stammered.
She approached him, swaying her hips lasciviously, her big blue eyes filled with excitement. "Good. But tonight, I want to show you something new. Do you trust me?"
The corner of Kyle's mouth quirked up.
"Of course, I trust you."
Smiling in response, Rebecca took one of his hands and guided it to the waistband of her yoga pants. As he began to explore her exclaimed, "That's right, baby, feel how wet I am for you."
Moaning, Kyle slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick warmth and groaned. "Fuck, you're always so ready for me."
Once he was settled, she kissed him, long and deeply, tangling her fingers in his hair.
Just as their lips parted, she whispered, "I want you to finish on my tits."
Kyle blinked, shock flickering across his face. "Wh-what?"
"I want to feel you come on me. I want you to watch as I play with your cum on my body," she murmured, trailing a finger down his chest, drawing a line of goosebumps in her wake.
"But—"
Rebecca pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "No objections. I want to see if we can make this work.
Can I get you off without using any other body part than my tits and my feet?" Her eyes were full of mischief, and it reset Kyle's heartbeat. He wanted this. Wanted her. Wanted to feel that connection with her.
So he merely nodded.
"Good." Slowly, she slid her yoga pants down, and let them pool at her ankles. Then, standing proud, she wiggled her toes and beckoned him with one hand.
"Come on, then. Show me what you're made of."
Kyle's mouth grew dry as he stared at her gorgeous figure. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model, complete with those damned wings—magical, bewitching wings that kept his eyes glued to her. Then, all of a sudden—
His gaze dropped to the twin bulges of her breasts, and a jolt of pure, feral anticipation rocketed through him. Grasping his shaft, he started to pump, keeping his eyes locked on the trembling flesh in front of him.
Rebecca's soft breasts bounced and jiggled as he stroked harder and faster, watching her face flush with a mixture of pleasure and challenge.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he neared the edge, spurred on by her hungry moans. Needing to feel closer to her, he reached between her legs and pressed his thumb against her clit. Rebecca bucked, letting out a strangled cry, and he felt her tighten around him.
"Fuck, baby! Yes!"
Her muscles squeezed hard, her thighs trembling, and the combination sent him into a spiraling ascent.
"Are you ready, big boy?" Rebecca demanded, her voice and eyes wild with lust.
"Fuck yes, I'm ready," he panted, feeling his cum churn, his balls drawing up, tensing.
She smiled wickedly, bringing her hands to her tits, massaging and kneading them. "I want to feel every drop of you on me, Kyle."
He responded by gripping his cock even tighter and stroking frantically.
Rebecca shivered in anticipation, pinched her nipples for added sensation as the first warm jets spurted against her hardened nubs, the warm spunk splattering her chest, with a white contrast against her soft pink skin.
"Oh shit, baby! That's so fucking hot!" Kyle grunted as he kept jerking himself off until all the semen had spilled onto Rebecca's body.
With her chest coated in her husband's pleasure, she glanced up at him and smiled with pure filthy satisfaction. "Do you like the way it looks on me?"
Kyle lowered his gaze, checking out his wife's newly marked bosom, and the grin that spread across his face was salacious. "I goddamn love it.
You look so fucking hot drenched in my cum," he praised, stepping closer, dragging his knuckles over the mess he'd made on her luscious tits.
Rebecca swallowed hard, her body tingling under his touch. "Then show me how much you like it. Taste yourself on me."
Kyle didn't need to be asked twice, pressing his lips to her, savoring the saltiness of his own orgasm. Her hands gripped the back of his neck, urging him on.