chapter 1 (recovered from meren weatherby/previous account)

Chapter 1 - double happiness-twosmallgirls-onelargeboy

Chapter 1 ~

Sophie and I both loved big men. And when Jon showed up on Monday at work in our large, new company office -- a new computer tech guy -- we exchanged a look of pure delight... and optimism, as we know most guys fantasize about threesomes, but large men often think they have even less of a chance, which to us just seemed silly.
Sophie and I were occasional lovers, both divorced in our forties, both in management positions - in completely different areas of the same large company. We worked out together, had even shared an apartment when we first moved to Seattle, but now lived separately in the same building - a well kept, brick low-rise, not far from the ocean. We both had money now, so it seemed fitting we should have our own space. But we were still very close.
Jon was younger than us, by about 10 years, not that it mattered, we were fit, attractive, and fun, and we both loved big boned men - stocky, with some muscle, well-proportioned, but with some extra flesh, especially in the belly.
Jon had moved from Chicago, didn't know anyone, and being a computer guy was the typical shy, smart, and under appreciated kind of person that both of us liked immediately. Sophie and I loved each other and we loved sharing. We were unusual I suppose, in that way. We had a bond that couldn't be broken. Besides that neither of us were looking for anything serious after our recent divorces.
Unsurprisingly, the cute 30ish Jon accepted our invitation to come over for dinner at Sophie's; the three of us agreeing on that because my place was being repainted and stank to high heaven.
We were sure he would appreciate the invitation because he didn't know anyone in town, yet. And I'm guessing he thought this was a most fortunate opportunity.
As usual, even in early May, it had been a wet, cold, week. But Friday couldn't come soon enough. And the weather didn't matter.
Both Sophie and I loved to cook, especially for men. We were a tag team - alternating chef and lover - we'd done this sort of thing before, but we were really looking forward to welcoming Jon, and satisfying his every need.
He arrived on time, damp, cold, and bundled up in the wrong gear for Seattle weather. But who could blame him. Wet cold and dry cold are not at all the same thing.
We welcomed him at the door, he'd brought some decent red wine, which paired perfectly for the seafood pasta we prepared him.
He was just under 6 feet, and we guessed about 300 pounds, more or less, dark hair and brown eyes, big build, but definitely carrying an extra few pounds, his belly was large and round and firm, not yet cascading over his belt, as would eventually happen with a man of his size. We led him into the living room, taking his wet coat and
umbrella to dry in the entrance way.
He was not exactly athletic, although he had a nice build, and was winded from walking the 6 blocks uphill from our office.
We plied him with wine and cheese and crackers and pate and made a fire, yet, in May. He sank down heavily into the sturdy couch and after a glass of wine seemed to relax quite nicely. Eating everything on the tray. He loosed his belt as his already substantial belly was filling up; it was larger and rounder, it looked heavier, but he seemed comfortable ... putting his hands on it and feeling it's increasing size.
'I'm not going to be able to eat the main course if you two keep feeding me all this' he said. But none of us believed that, as he couldn't keep all that weight on without eating a lot, consistently.
We brought out some nuts, candied salmon and more crackers, and some tortillas and homemade guacamole... but this time we were all a little drunk and Sophie and I took turns feeding him, letting him have most of the appetizers we'd made. We could see was happy, and getting full. His belly looked bloated, but his guard was down after a few glasses of wine, so we convinced him to take off his belt, and then his pants. We could see it was uncomfortable for him to be so full and and restricted by his clothing. I took off his pants, and noticed the size was a 46" not big enough to fit around his waist for sure. He must have been more like a 50". He looked happy when I took them off, his belly expanded, the heavy mass completely covering his cock. I wondered if the weight of his belly on his cock turned him on.
He certainly seemed to like rubbing his growing gut and took my hand, gently placing it on the heavy, round warm flesh.
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Verychubbyte... 2 years
absolute sexiness , i applaud your desires and would surely fulfill all your needs
thank you
GrowingLoveH... 5 years
This is beautifully written. How pleasurable!
Built4com4t 5 years
An incredible turn on