Sure, I had always liked Kevin well enough. He was a decent bloke, pleasant enough to have around and a fixture of our friend group since high school, but he'd never been the most interesting. In fact, he was a little dull - but he was our boy, and that was more important. One way or another, though, I found myself hanging out with him a lot more once he married Lina.

We always teased Kevin about how he was punching up, asking how he'd convinced her to even give him the time of day. Lina was Korean, though she had grown up stateside. With smooth, sun-bronzed skin and a heart-shaped face that crinkled into an easy smile, she was the object of many a quiet crush amongst the friend group. With soft brown doe eyes and long, silky black hair that had a subtle wave to it, she was the sort of girl you daydreamed about in high school, without thinking anyone like that could actually exist.

A little uncharacteristically for someone of her background, she was also tall, thick and curvaceous, perhaps influenced by some other DNA. Whatever the reason, she possessed an effortlessly shapely body. A thick, bouncy ass that she had to know she was showing off when she walked around in loose booty shorts, paired with the softest, heftiest chest I'd ever seen. She damn near spilled out of any top she wore, and her ample cleavage had a bounce to it that even a bra could not fully tame. She was a total smokeshow, on top of being sweet, genuinely funny, a great occasional cook, and almost irritatingly loyal to her somewhat mediocre husband.

So then why, on this otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, was she kneeling before me, her face rapidly growing sticky with drool and precum as she worked my thick white cock like it owed her money? Soft gagging noises emanated from her throat as she struggled to take my whole length in, her nose bumping against my abdomen as she finally swallowed it all. "Mmph!" was all she could say, but there was a proud glint in her slightly glazed eyes as she looked up at me expectantly.

"Uh… well done," I said, still trying to process how I'd wound up in this situation.

With one final, sloppy splutter, Lina slowly pulled her head back, letting my spit-shined shaft pop out from her soft lips. Smiling, she planted a kiss right on the tip, her tongue flicking out to collect a dab of the liquid that was already beading at the end. Licking her lips, she swallowed luxuriantly and gazed up at me with those soft eyes, now narrowed with mirthful glee as she took my cock in one hand and stroked it gently, marvelling at its length as a naughty, sticky sound emanated from it. "This is what I needed," she sighed, then flicked her tongue out once more to run across my swollen glans, now fully protruding from my uncut foreskin.

"Oh really?" There wasn't much I could say at this point. Everything had happened so fast, and I wasn't sure if I dared to jeopardise it.

"Mmm…" she murmured softly, seemingly intent on making out with the tip of my dick. "You're perfect. Yummy." Taking me back into her mouth, she bobbed her head lightly on the end for a few seconds before pulling back, a trail of spit connecting her lips to my shaft.

My conscience got the better of me, at least for a moment. "Not to… risk messing up a good thing," I said at length, "but you are aware I'm not your husband, right?"

"That's the point, Alex," Lina said, looking up with a coy smile as she stroked my cock. "I've got needs, you know. And Kevin hasn't been meeting them, so it's hardly my fault. Plus, he can't give me anything like *this," she purred, ducking her head to plant wet kisses all the way down the underside of my shaft. When it was practically lying full-length against her pretty face, she snuggled in closer still, her tongue darting out to coat my balls in spit too.

"Can't he, now." I had no idea what Kevin was working with in his pants, but given the rapturous attention that his wife was currently giving my length, it must have been a welcome change. "So what do these needs of yours entail, exactly?"

Planting one last kiss on my shaft, Lina stood, stepping back as if to offer me a better view. She wore loose white sweatpants that hung askew from her ample hips, high-waisted panties peeking out from underneath, and a grey Calvin Klein sports bra that did little to compress or hide her massive chest. With her lips shiny with spit and her cheeks flushed with arousal, she was a vision of loveliness. "He makes love to me once a week, Alex," she said, with audible exasperation in her voice.

"And that's not enough?" I teased.

Her breath caught as she recognised the tone of my voice. "No," she breathed. "Not even close."

Taking a step forward, I cupped her face in my hands, making her look up at me with wide eyes. "You need my help, Lina?"

A breathless nod. I fancied I could hear her heart beating out of her chest as she gazed upwards, blinking rapidly. "Uh-huh?"

Taking a risk - as if this whole situation wasn't already dangerous enough - I squeezed her cheeks a little, moving my body forwards to press against hers even as my fingers spread out from her mouth to her ears. "Use your words."

Her lips parted, letting two fingers inside with the sound of a soft kiss. "Yes…" she mumbled, pressing her body against mine. My cock, still hard as steel and slick with her spit, pressed against her bare stomach. She looped her arms around my neck, staring up at me with lust blazing in her eyes. "Please, Alex."

Time slowed to a crawl as I gazed back, revelling in the feeling of her body against mine. One more little push. She'd caught me off guard with that blowjob, but I wasn't going to let her set the pace forever. "What do you want from me, Lina?" I murmured softly, my fingers still plucking at her soft, pillowy lips.

"Fuck me, Alex," she whimpered. "Please."

"Good girl."

So um, kinks: Cheating, comparing, a little size play. Teasing and name calling that lean toward the affectionate, and perhaps a little soft raceplay between a thick Asian lady and a thick 'BWC' - I kind of hate the pornified term, but at the end of the day it's big, it's white and it's a cock. Big boobs and all the fun things that go along with them, and cum play is a massive kink. Dirty talk is also a massive component that you should be comfortable with and enjoy. Sneaking around and risky sex. Ages 23-30ish.

Limits are butt stuff, cruel stuff, toilet stuff and painful stuff (beyond a thorough spanking).

Hopefully the dynamic is clear, and Lina (name can be changed ofc) is a character you can see yourself inhabiting. Feel free to suggest adjustments, though I'd like the general character and vibe to remain the same. A sweet, loving wife whose husband refuses or is unable to provide her the rough, hard fucking that her inner slut truly craves.

How does she settle on Alex? Perhaps it's his height at 6'2, his broad shoulders, sandy brown hair and light blue-grey eyes. Maybe she's heard rumours that he's hung, or maybe she's felt his eyes on her ever since they met. Whatever the case, she finds herself alone with him and makes her move because she can't take it anymore, only to have the momentum rapidly flipped on her - which, truth be told, is probably exactly what she wanted.

Kevin is nice. Kevin is tender, sweet, if a little ineffectual, and she can't remember the last time she had a good, earth-shattering orgasm with him. She needs Alex to fold her in half, wrap her ankles around his neck and pound her pussy until she's a broken, squealing mess, leaking cum and calling him daddy (optional). She needs to sit on his face and squeeze him with her thick, powerful thighs while he tonguefucks her until she falls off. She needs to get railed in the bed she shares with her husband, tits bouncing as she betrays him with ropes of thick, virile cum splattered along her back.

Perhaps she even needs to get knocked up by a real man, who makes her feel like a real woman. Kevin's white too, he wouldn't notice anything wrong if the baby came out with blue eyes…