My story really begins around six months ago, when things had gotten to an all-time low We’d gradually stopped having sex full stop. As sex had always been on her terms, she didn’t even give me an excuse. It was as if my needs didn’t matter to her at all. And of course, I didn’t have the balls to be commanding and take control, to take what I wanted from her.
It was Sunday daytime and while she was out with her other BBW friends, shopping and probably discussing how pathetic I am, I opened up her laptop to check her internet history. I found what I expected to find; she’d been on various porn sites. In fact, it seems she’d been viewing porn for the past few months. She had watched videos with titles such as ‘Athletic guy fucks BBW’, ‘BBW takes big black cock and cums multiple times’, and another with the title ‘Pathetic guy watches his wife get fucked by alpha with huge cock’. When I read this I felt a kind of sickness in my stomach. But it wasn’t a bad kind of sick, and I noticed another sensation as well… I felt my jeans and noticed my cock had hardened. I was confused and didn’t want to acknowledge what just happened, so I closed the laptop lid.
For some reason my eyes drifted over to the other side of the bedroom, and I spotted something in my peripheral vision. It was her washing basket, and something hanging off its edge. I walked over to see what it was.
It was black. It was lacy. And it was something I hadn’t seen in a while.
I picked it up and realised I was looking at a pair of Victoria’s panties. In fact, it was my favourite pair… a pair I hadn’t seen in months. Since we’d stopped having sex I hadn’t seen her in anything skimpy or sexy. But here they were, dirty and hanging off the edge of her washing basket.
I grasped them in my hand and felt a stirring in my trousers. It had been weeks since I last blew a good load and seeing those panties brought back memories of Victoria’s luscious body. The way these panties wrapped themselves tightly around her waist and slid into her ass crack. The smell of her pussy. It was just too much to resist.
I unbuttoned my jeans and fell backwards onto the bed. I held the panties up to my face and breathed in, stroking my cock. As soon as I took in Victoria’s scent, I felt myself lurch. I jerked my cock rapidly, imagining my face actually buried in Victoria’s huge ass. And then it was all over, and I felt warm semen all over my chest.
It was over, and I felt more pathetic than ever. Here I was, masturbating over my own fat wife’s panties, and all the while she was fantasising about being with better men.
After around ten minutes of lying in my own mess, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Something I had seen while I was looking at her search history but not realised until now. I went back to her laptop and opened it up again.
And that’s when I noticed the dates of her internet history. She had been watching porn for a while, but not in the last two weeks. In fact, she went from watching it nearly every single day, and then not at all. I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach. She had stopped watching porn of big, alpha guys fucking BBWs, yet our sex life was as dead as ever. What was happening?