BBW Fantasy – Parking In The Park

Luke never really liked the notion of a “BBW Fantasy.” For him – curvy, round, voluptuous, softy, full-figured, thick women were not a distraction or indulgence – they were the “norm.” They were the ideal. They were the only women that made his cock stir.

All through college and law school he made a point of finding, seducing, and pleasing ample-bodied women and found them to be more free, open, confident, giving, and orgasmic than their thin counterparts. He developed a reputation among his male friends for being a “chubby chaser,” but one thing was for sure . . . he fucked ten times more women than all of his friends combined.

Now that he was older, (his thirtieth birthday was fast-approaching) he was no longer as quick to screw as he once was. He was growing up and wanted to settle down and have a full, happy life. He wanted a wife and children, a mortgage, a fancy title and a six-figure income. He wanted, literally, what his boss had.

Mike was an alumni of the same college Luke attended. His law firm had a long history of hiring in young grads in need of their first legal job and it was well known that fellow “Eagles” could work their way up the ladder faster. Luke was doing just that, including serving as Mike’s “right hand man” in the office. That meant long days, weekend travel, and drop-offs and pick-ups at Mike’s home.

Mike’s wife, Louise, was once a lawyer, too. She was a young gun full of promise and hope and her looks didn’t hurt. Busty, blonde, blue-eyed, and tight-bodied, Louise could make opposing counsel and judges flinch under a single glance. But Mike was a better lawyer and had more professional ambition. Shortly after Mike and Louise married she quit the firm and focused on home and family. Three kids, sixty pounds, eight dress sizes, and her natural hair color (a lovely walnut brown, cut just below the shoulder) later, Louise was still smart, funny, sweet, and kind but she didn’t make many men weak in the knees. But she got Luke’s attention. She got all of his attention.

Luke would love picking Mike up and dropping her off mainly because Louise was there. Always there. Cups of coffee waiting in the morning, warm plates of food in the evening, invites to come in for a drink when the mood seemed in need of a libation. Luke enjoyed every minute he spent with Louise – who had a habit of wearing stained t-shirts and sweatpants that strained against her full hips and bouncy ass. She may not look it but the perfume she wore made his balls tighten with each whiff and insisted that Louise may not be going to work most days but she made what she had work.

One afternoon Luke got an urgent call from Mike – it was their 35th wedding anniversary and they had plans at a fancy, mid-town restaurant but a last minute client demand presented a schedule challenge that Luke needed to resolve. He offered to go to the house, pick up Louise, and bring her to the restaurant. He even offered to get some flowers and Louise’s favorite wine for the drive back to the city. Mike was grateful. Louise seemed less enthusiastic but agreed.

Luke decided to raise the bar. He left his normal Toyota in the firm’s garage and rented a Towncar. He put on his best, black suit, and got a boutonniere when he purchased two dozen red roses for Louise. He bought a $350 bottle of wine (and a plastic novelty cup for Louise to drink from) and some peppermint schnapps (Louise had a weakness for actual hooch in her coffee – something she didn’t want Mike to know). He arrived at the front door and rang the doorbell (he normally just walked in) and, when Louise answered he stammered for words.

Louise answered in three-inch champagne-colored heels. She wore black stockings with a seam up the back. Her black dress, which fit her every curve to within a millimeter of its life, hit mid-thigh and showed ample cleavage that looked every day of Louise’s almost sixty years of life. Her hair was up in a sexy, tossed style. Her earrings, necklace, and ring all looked like huge, diamond ice cubes. Her perfume hung just right from her juicy, soft body.

“Hello, Luke,” Louise said – looking confused. “You can always just come in, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Good evening, ma’am,” responded Luke. “I’m Henry. Your husband has asked me to drive you to your anniversary dinner. He wanted you to have these – he handed her the roses. Are you ready to leave?”

Louise, blushing, said “Oh, I see – ‘Henry’ – yes. Give me one minute and we can go.”

“I’ve taken the liberty, ma’am, of getting some wine, and a black ‘mint’ coffee for you – if that is the delay.” Luke knew Louise would want to take the edge off. She smiled from ear-to-ear and stepped out the door. Luke offered his elbow and she put her arm in his for the walk to the car. He opened the door for her. As she climbed in the car her skirt inched up just enough that Luke got a flash of the tops of Louise’s thigh-high stockings, garter, and pale, soft, white thighs.

She caught him looking and smiled. Let the evening begin, he thought.

Louise sipped her coffee as Luke opened the wine. He put her favorite music (she listened to it each morning) on the car stereo. He poured the wine and off they went. They were due in the city in two hours and had about ninety minutes of driving.

As they drove down the parkway Luke made small talk with Louise as though she was a stranger. He asked about her husband, her kids, her likes and dislikes. Louise, flattered, indulged him and made the game enjoyable. She noticed that he was eyeing her tits and legs in the mirror and would brush them with her hand to pull his attention closer to her body. What Luke didn’t expect was the sadness that would come from her responding to him. It became obvious that Louise and Mike loved each other but their love life had cooled since the kids had left the house and her husband started working 60 – 70 hours a week. The gardener didn’t even interest her at this point. She felt old, frumpy, and unwanted sexually. This was the first attention she had received in years. She was enjoying every glance and inquiry.

As they entered the city they were still well ahead of schedule – more so, the traffic had been very light. Louise, through her coffee and most of the wine, asked “Henry” if they could stop at a park along the river for a minute. He indulged her – she was the “client.” They found a spot on the river and Luke/Henry ran to open her door. As he opened the rear, passenger side door Louise reached for him. He offered her hand. She slapped it away and grabbed his cock and balls with an intensity that could not be a mistake or accident.

Luke was shocked. Sure, he’d long-since lusted for Louise and she was everything he wanted in his life but she was Mike’s wife. She was like family. She had children Luke’s age that treated him like family. He could not let her touch him this way – could he?