My BBW wife loves our old neighbor!

My BBW wife loves our old neighbor!
This is a short story about my shared wife and one of our recent encounters.

It was the normal Sunday morning scene, sat in church on one of those uncomfortable folding chairs next to my wife beth listening to the vicar give his sermon, he was going on about the evils of alcoholism….again. on another occasion I would have been bored rigid, but this was different, very different.
I glanced around at the others, all dressed in their Sunday best, quite busy this morning, around 50 had turned up, good. It felt somehow better knowing there were lots here, more cover I suppose, made me feel a bit less nervous.
I glanced at my watch, only a couple of minutes to go. I glanced at beth, she smiled back but I could see she was a little nervous too.

My name is simon.
I’d been with beth 23 years now, she was 41. A bbw, she had always been chubby which was something I loved, I loved to see curves. She wasn’t fat but full figured with broad hips, a big fleshy ass and the most amazing 40E titties. She was wearing a blue patterned blouse, unbuttoned just one too many to reveal a little of that gorgeous deep cleavage, a knee length black skirt which hugged her generous figure, black nylons and her black shoes with the short heel. She looked very respectful, only the bit of cleavage on show gave a small hint at her (other) side.

You see beth although very respectable and outwardly a bit of a prude, had this wild side to her which was hidden. This ‘other’ side was her slutty alter ego which I and 1 other in this room had come to know very well.

My heart began beating faster as the old guy bursa escort sat next to beth slowly rose from his seat, the chair creaked and a few people looked around but looked straight back again, he made his way past us towards the end of the seats, excusing himself as he edged past people’s legs, I was reminded briefly of when your in the cinema and someone wants to go to the toilet or get a snack from the kiosk “sorry”, “scuse me” he was saying as he went.
The man was quite tall and slim build, he was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, everyone recognised him, he was well known and liked in the community a true gentleman, and a regular at church. His name was robin and he was 75 years old, although he moved well and was very spritely.

He headed off to the toilets at the back of the hall.
I looked back at the vicar who was still droning on, then glanced at berh who returned my look, she was looking more confident now, the earlier nerves seemed completely gone, she smiled warmly and gently squeezed my hand, brushing her long blonde hair aside she quickly glanced around and then slowly rose from her chair, our eyes locked again as she past me, it was a look I’d seen before on many occasions, it was a look of pure lust and enough to give a dead man a hard on! I actually felt my balls tingle.
She repeated what robin had just done, carefully squeezing past those in seats and headed off towards the toilets.

She didn’t look back, didn’t want to attract too much attention. I watched as her ample rear wobbled out of view, only the click click of her heels on the hall floor now, then that too was gone. Looking bursa escort bayan back at the vicar I was shocked to find him staring straight at me with the slightest of frowns on his face, he was still talking. He couldn’t know, could he? Not from that, surely?
They were just going to the toilet, happened to be at the same time that’s all. After what seemed like a week he broke off his gaze and began looking back down at his papers. I mentally breathed out, sighing with relief. I was just being paranoid as usual.

My mind wondered, thinking about what was happening, happening right now. In the ladies. Stirrings in my groin. Oh no! I was getting hard, this would be embarrassing if I had to stand up, good job there were no hymns for a while yet. The nervous excitement was getting to me again, I could feel my hand shaking a little as I checked my mobile was on silent. I tried to hide the look on my face and hoped I was doing a good job.

Suddenly my phone vibrated, I took it out my shirt pocket and, keeping it very close to my chest so no one could see I sneaked a peek at the screen, sure enough it was a picture message, I clicked to view.
It was a pov shot taken from robins phone and his perspective looking down….my wife beth was looking up with that same lustful look she’d given me moments earlier, she was knelt in front of our good friend robin with his big fat cock in her mouth! As planned she was sucking him off in the ladies cubicle.
I quickly cleared the screen and slid the phone back in my pocket before anyone could see.

Oh yes! You minx, I thought. My hard on getting ever harder. This was the escort bursa latest of our fantasies to come to life. You see robin had been sharing my beth for months now. We were the best of friends, beth loved much older men and she loved robin. We were a threesome in every sense, although if any of this got out! We had 2 grown up c***dren, I dread to think what they would say about it. So everything was kept very secret.
Obviously it would look dodgy if we all went to the loo at the same time so I would have to wait till next time.

As the vicar neared the end of his sermon my phone vibrated again. This time it was a photo of beth taken with her mouth wide open, robins cum filled her mouth and dribbled down her lower lip and off her chin! Very nice! She had drained his balls alright, she stared back at the camera, a smug satisfied look in her eyes.
She loved the taste of cum, robin was a particularly heavy cummer, he had huge balls, which she loved to empty for him.

Moments later, and just in time for the final hymn, beth wondered back into the hall. Looking so prim and proper ‘butter wouldn’t melt’, came to mind. She gave me a coy look as she took her place next to me, standing now, ready for the hymn. She smiled warmly then licked her lips as she began to sing along with the others, the perfect lady, or so everyone thought.
We were half way through ‘all creatures’ when I noticed robin ambling back to his place next to beth. I hoped no one noticed how red his face was or the fact he was out of breath.
He managed a quick glance and a wink at me as he also began singing.

We had done it! My turn would come next week and I had the ride home to look forwards to. It wouldn’t be the first time wed played with her in the car…..

There will be more to follow on the adventures of Simon Beth and robin. Including how all this started