My husband and I have known each other for 15 years. We got married 10 years ago and have three children now. Before the kids, I was a big woman, and now I’m huge. My husband says I look good to him, but that just makes it worse for me. I remember before some guys would look at me or my breasts, but now they sometimes glance at my breasts but look quickly away.

I have never been really interested in sex, having had only one boyfriend before Bob. Bob is nice, but he’s not very tall, and his cock is only 5 inches when hard. We had a normal sex life, or so I thought, but he never gave me an orgasm from straight sex. I think the problem was he never insisted on anything in his life. I never sucked his cock or let him have anal sex. He never licked my pussy before, and if I told him I was not in the mood, he’d say that’s okay, dear.

It all changed one night at home when the kids were with my mum and Bob, and I was watching TV. The doorbell rang, and I went to open it. To my surprise, I found one black man and two white guys looking mean and nasty. They asked to see Bob, and when I said wait, the black guy said sure but followed me through to the sitting room.

I turned to protest, but he shoved me onto the sofa and went straight to Bob. Bob looked like we would die. He went white in the face and started stuttering something, but the man backhanded him hard, knocking him back on the armchair.

“Where’s my fucking money asshole,” screamed the black man at him.

I was pissed off. The bastard had promised to stop gambling, and this was some bookie coming to collect. “I need more time, Leroy. Please give me another week, and I’ll make good,” pleaded Bob the worm.

The other guys were now crowding him, and when he stood up, one of the large white guys knocked him down and then sat on his chest, pinning his arms down. The black guy looked at me and asked where the money was. I was still very pissed off at Bob and told the guy I had no money and knew nothing about it.

“Well, I heard Bob here had a big win. I heard he pulled in $10,000,” he said leering at Bob.

Bob denied it, saying it was not true. The guy was not impressed. I secretly wanted Bob to hurt the fuck. He had promised after the last time he cleared out our savings, and now he looked scared. The black guy flopped down beside me, jamming his hard body against my soft hips. He dropped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I could smell tobacco and beer on him, and when I tried to pull away, he yanked me back.

“What’d you say I play with your wife some, Bob? How about I play with her until you tell me where the money is, you fuck?” he said, reaching up and placing his huge hand on one of my breasts.

I was wearing a thin wool pullover with only a tight T-shirt under it. I would never go out without a bra, but we were home, and it was comfortable. I wriggled and squirmed under his touch, but he held me tight, mauling my breast roughly while looking at Bob. That bastard was now responsible for getting me sexually molested. I could do nothing as the guy found my nipple and started pulling at it through my pullover.

“Tell him where the money is, you bastard,” I screamed at Bob. The men all laughed, and Bob said he had none. There was none.

“Grab her arms, Chuck,” said the black man, and I was too slow getting up. The guy went around the back of the sofa and, grabbing both arms, pulling them up behind my head. It hurt, and I screamed, but I could hear the guys laughing.

Bob struggled under his capture, but the guy was too big for him. Leroy, the black guy, then took my pullover and pulled it up over my breasts. I felt humiliated and ashamed too. I knew my belly was sticking out almost as much as my breasts, and as my arms were pulled back, they looked even bigger.

“Man, check out these tits. Not very often do I find myself with a white woman with black women’s tits,” laughed Leroy as he used both hands to maul my breasts through the thin cotton T-shirt. His hands felt huge, and the more I struggled, the rougher he mauled them, so I stopped breathing hard through gritted teeth, anger flooding through me. He looked over at Bob and asked again about the money. Bob pleaded like a girl, saying he didn’t have it and needed another week.

“I’m gonna keep on going, Bob, until you tell me.” To my horror, he tugged my shirt up over my bare breasts, and the boys were cheering him on until they saw my exposed breasts. Then they shut up. I was expecting them to start laughing, but I heard one whistle, and the other said, “Holy shit, Leroy, I want to fuck her too!”

Leroy started again on my breasts, lifting them up to see how heavy they were and exactly how big they were. I squirmed to no avail, and Bob was now looking at the floor. “Man, your bitch is making me horny. You better tell me where the money is, or I’m gonna fuck her,” said Leroy. Then he lifted one of my breasts and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

It felt good, but I was so scared and so angry I didn’t notice too much. I waited for Bob to scream, but the fucker said nothing. Leroy let my now hard nipple drop from his mouth, and again, to my horror, I saw him pull at his jogging pants to get his cock out.

“Bob, tell him where the money is, you bastard. Tell him,” I screamed, but he came back with the same story: there was no money. I looked from Bob to Leroy, then back to Bob, but he was again looking at the floor. When I looked back at Leroy, I saw his cock. It was so big I blinked, thinking it was not true, but it was. It must have been 10 inches long and 4 thick. He held it in his hand, jerking off slowly, getting it hard, I presumed. I was speechless as I stared at it.

“Don’t worry, baby. It will fit, believe me,” he chuckled at me. “Fat-assed bitches like you were made for big cocks.”

I tried again to get away, but the guy behind me jerked me back painfully, making my breasts wobble. I watched helplessly as Leroy got up, removed his pants, then stepped up onto the sofa with his cock in hand, aiming for my face. He stood over me, looking down, grinning wickedly at me. “Bob, I’m gonna make your wife here suck my cock. Are you sure your memory is still blocked?” he asked, moving his cock to within an inch of my mouth.

I could smell his cock— a mix of piss and come. I was horrified at what he wanted me to do. I had never sucked a cock and never wanted to. To his credit, Bob freaked out a bit, only to get two punches in the face, which shut him up. Leroy asked again about the money, and Bob just sobbed.