This is a true story. I changed the names of all and some details to disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 45 years since this happened, so I hope you will cut me some slack.

This post is somewhat milder and a tad shorter than my usual stories. It was not the wildest thing Connie and I did, but it is the most memorable one.

The meager sexy part starts after the '-----' line.

One more thing, I use BBW, MILF, BFF, hotwife, cuckold, and bull in the title and the story. When this event took place, none of these phrases or concepts were in use. However, they certainly fit.

How Connie and I got together

In 1978, I was in the third year of an on and off hotwife/cuckold/bull relationship. Janet was the hotwife; Derek, my boss, was her cuckold husband. Connie, the focus of this post, was Janet's BFF. They had been friends since high school and had many sexual escapades in their late teens and early 20s, especially during Connie's time as a cheerleader at a big university.

If you want to read about my experiences with Janet and Derek, they are on my profile page.

Connie was a 37(?) year old, tall (5' 10") BBW (185 pounds) MILF with big tits, long legs, and a big ass. She had blue eyes and a gorgeous head of jet black curly hair that framed her pretty face. Connie's husband Carl was a lush; they had not had sex with for several years.

After our first fuck session (in her home as Carl slept drunk in the marital bed), Connie and I began what would become a multi-month affair.

A special dress

Connie worked part-time at a small college that was about 15 miles away from my apartment. She worked four hours on Saturday mornings, and typically would take Saturday afternoon for herself. She might go to a movie or shopping or visit a friend. After we began our affair, Connie would spend a Saturday afternoon with me once or twice a month. Usually, when she visited, we just hopped in bed and got to it. But, a few times we went out in public.

One September Saturday morning, Connie called from her work, and told me she wanted to go shopping for a dress for an upcoming wedding. I did not want to waste the afternoon shopping with her, but she promised it wouldn't take long and that she would make it up to me. I caved. She told me where and when to meet her.

We met in a strip mall a few miles from the college. Connie looked great as always, her hair, red lipstick, and makeup were perfect. She had on a tasteful dress that showed a bit of cleavage and some of her long legs. When we kissed, I got some tongue and a tight hug. She smelled great; she had on the floral scent that she used when we got together for bed wrestling.

As we entered the dress shop, Connie was greeted by name and a smile from the older woman at the front counter. They exchanged some pleasantries before the woman asked, "And who might this be"? Connie told her I was a friend of a friend who came along to help pick out a dress for a wedding. She smiled and said something like "Lucky you" to Connie. I did my best to look innocent.

What do you think?

Connie and I walked the racks; she picked dresses and held them up, asking my opinion. I picked my favorites (the ones I thought would best show off her body). She came out and modeled the first two, asking me what I thought of them. She looked good in both. The third one, a red and black number with a low square cut neckline, was just the ticket. It showed off the tops of her big milky white boobs, and was short enough to show some of her long legs. I told her that men would be drooling when they saw her in that dress.

As she examined herself, she kept saying, "I think it shows too much"; I kept telling she looked fantastic. After a few more turns and twirls, she said she would buy it. She went back into the changing room, in a few seconds, I followed her.

The fun part

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As soon as Connie saw me enter the dressing room, she smirked as she knew I had mischief on my mind. She put her arms around me, and I began kissing the exposed parts of her boobs while unzipping her dress. We pulled the new dress over and off of her. I put it on a hook and moved around her, so I could get a full on view of her in the room's mirror as I stood behind her.

In her matching white bra and panties, she looked scrumptious; her boobs filled her bra, with their tops overflowing the fabric; some of her black bush was peeking out the sides of her panties' gusset. I put one hand inside those panties; my other hand gently squeezed a milk bag. In short order, she began making low "Mmm" and "Oh" sounds, and her pussy started to get wet as I rubbed her clit.

I turned her around and pushed her down to the floor. Connie immediately unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down to take my cock into her mouth. Looking into the mirror, I could see the back of Connie's head moving back and forth as she sucked me.

[A little backstory: Connie was an expert cocksucker, one of the finest I had the pleasure to experience. She had started sucking cocks in high school but refined her oral skills in college. Connie and BFF Janet had both told me they each had sucked many cocks during Connie's college years.]

I leaned down, undid her bra hooks and unleashed her boobs. Taking a step back, I sat on the dressing room's bench; Connie crawled to me, obviously intending to continue her suck job, but I wanted something else. I grabbed her boobs, and wrapped them around my dick. She smiled and got with the program; she pushed my hands aside and took over; she wrapped her whoppers around my dick, and began moving her tits up and down while staring into my eyes.

The feeling of my wet dick sliding between her big, soft tits was heavenly. I put my hands back on her head and whispered, "Feels good, Connie, I love your tits". Connie whispered back, "I know. You were always looking at them at the cookouts, Carl didn't like it". That surprised me, as I thought Carl was too drunk to notice me leching on his wife. "Did you like me looking at them"? She said "Yes, and that Carl was jealous".

"Good. Now suck my cock"!

She let her tits drop and took my cock into her mouth with one move. I grabbed Connie's luxuriant hair and held it as her mouth worked my cock. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth sliding from the tip of my dick to the base, was bliss. When her mouth got to the head of my cock, she gave it special attention, sucking it a little bit harder and then, when it left her mouth, Connie would lick all around the head before taking it back into her mouth.

This went on for several minutes. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I never did when Connie gave me a BJ. When she started rubbing my balls, the suck session quickly came to an end. I pushed her head down to the base of my cock, holding it there while I erupted, blasting her throat and mouth. I hissed, "Swallow it"!

Connie made gagging sounds, but I didn't let go of her head until I was finished. (Connie liked me to be aggressive with her.) When I finished cumming, I let go of her hair; she rocked back on her heels and looked at me with a look of satisfaction on her face. She got her breath under control and silently mouthed, "That was a lot"!

I stood up, secured my dick, and got my pants on while Connie retrieved her bra and holstered her tits. I helped her up and get back into her work dress. She touched up her lipstick, checked her hair, put the new dress on a hanger, and we casually walked out to the front counter. I am pretty sure we reeked of Connie's pussy smell.

Did she know?

At the counter, Connie presented the red dress and chatted with the woman who had initially greeted us. The woman asked Connie if I had helped her select the dress. Connie looked at me and replied, "Yes, he was very helpful".

At my apartment, Connie called Carl, telling him she was finished shopping and had found the perfect dress for the wedding. Carl told her he was taking their kids to his parent's house, then go to a movie. He and the kids were going to stay at his parent's house that night. Connie told him she loved him and to drive carefully before she hung up the phone.

In my bedroom, she attacked me. We fucked, took a break for some food, then returned to my bed for a second and third fuck. We took another break for food, and then went back to bed for a long session with a dildo, a vibrator, and my dick taking turns in her pussy while she was tied to the bed.

Connie left my place just after dark with her hair disheveled, and messy makeup. She didn't care; Carl and her kids were not going to see her coming home looking like the Whore of Babylon. We kissed goodbye in the parking lot, with me getting a final grope of her tits before she left.

When I got back to my bedroom, I collapsed in my bed. The room smelled of Connie's pussy and her perfume. I slept like a log.