It’s my mate’s wife, Wendy, a 45-year-old mother, housewife, and sex bomb. When I say sex bomb, I mean to men like me that like their women big. Wendy would be described as fat to most, even ugly to lots, but to me, she was perfection. Her size 22 body carried her weight perfectly with the right-sized tits and a wide, full ass. Unlike some big women, her ass was not square but round, curving out from her back and sitting well on her thick legs.

Like lots of big women, she didn’t like her body, so she hid it well, but to the trained eye, the real woman could be seen through the layers of oversized clothing. Her husband, Harry, loved her but ragged at her about her size openly, and the last time he mentioned sex, he was eyeing a slim blonde in our work canteen, saying that’s the kind of woman he should have married.

When I asked what kind he did marry, he laughed and said the ugly fat kind. He laughed even more, not believing me, when I told him that’s what I like best.

I’m a good-looking guy, well-built with a nice smile that has always attracted women. When people see me out with a big lady, they think it’s because I don’t want any competition, but the truth is I love them big.

Anyway, I was staying at Harry’s place for one night, as we were both working on the same project, and he suggested I stay overnight. That’s when I met Wendy for the first time, and right away, I wanted her. Harry saw it too and found it very amusing, telling Wendy, bluntly, that I liked fat girls. The poor woman was more embarrassed than I, but only just.

The asshole started again when she changed her clothes later that night before dinner. Wearing a tight-fitting skirt and wool top, she looked great.

“You trying to tease my friend here, Wendy? That’s not very nice, is it?” he laughed.

She ignored him and went about her business. I wanted to watch her every move, but I knew Harry would pick up on it and slag us off, so I only managed a couple of glances. Her breasts looked fantastic, well into the mail-order-sized bras, and it looked like she was wearing stockings. It was confirmed later when Harry noticed too.

“Hey, are you wearing stockings?” he blurted out, as she cleared away the empty dinner dishes.

She blushed and said it was cold, and she wanted to cover up.

“You’re wearing them for Ron, aren’t you?” he teased.

He looked at me and said that she never wore stockings, so they must be for me. I had to tell him to lay off both of us and get to work.

We worked late, and it was one in the morning by the time we had it wrapped up. I just had the last touches to do, which I could do myself, so Harry said goodnight and dropped blankets and stuff for me to sleep on the large sofa.

Not ten minutes later, I heard a low moan followed by a deeper one and realized they were having sex. Wendy had gone to bed an hour before, but Harry must have woken her up. The moans quickly turned to grunts coming from him, I think, then stopped just as fast. The whole thing must have lasted two minutes, then nothing.

It took me a half hour to calm down and settle into the sofa under my covers, my cock still semi-hard, but thankfully, my mind was still on work as I drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how much longer, but I woke up some time later in the dark. I heard movement from the doorway leading to the kitchen, then a stab of light as the fridge was opened.

From where I lay, I could see the fridge, and it was Wendy that had opened the door. She stood slightly bent forward with her head in the open door looking for a drink or something. She wore a short nightdress that, when standing, would only barely cover her ass, and bent forward like that, it was raised up behind, giving me a clear shot of her naked ass. It was in shadows, but it was enough to have me almost panting.

The light shown through her shirt outlined her braless tits as they hung down the way I knew they would, and I could even see her bellies. My cock was rock hard, and I held my breath as she took out some milk and drank from the bottle, standing up with the door still open. My ideal woman was standing 10 feet from me half naked and freshly fucked, and my overactive imagination was working overtime.

She went to return the bottle but squatted down to reach a lower shelf. With her back to me, she had her legs open with both feet planted firmly on the floor and her nightdress hitched up over her hips. I could clearly see the shape and sheer size of her heavy hanging ass cheeks with the light in front of her.

I almost groaned out loud and found I had wrapped my hand around my cock. Wendy got up and closed the door and went back to bed, leaving me to jerk off alone, which I did.