40 for 40, Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

I'm still working on my comic, The Way Down, but in the mean time I'm also going to start posting chapters from a new story! Here's 1 of 15 Enjoy! 

CHAPTER 1: HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Marion knew as she pulled down her pants to get her pajamas on that Roger would be there in a flash. He had a sixth sense for when her belly was exposed.

She hadn’t heard him run up to her but she felt Roger’s arms wrap around her from behind, in the way he always did, running his hands through the rolls of fat on her sides and squeezing her belly in a hug, “ooof, don’t squeeze me, I’m full of cake!” 

She couldn’t see Roger’s face but she knew he was smiling, he moved his hands gently across her belly in concentric circles. She’d never wanted or intended to have such a round belly, but she’d grown accustomed to years of Roger’s squeezes and Roger’s cakes. 

“How does it feel to be the older woman?” Roger teased as he kissed her neck. 

Only six months apart in age, it flustered Marion when Roger’s went on about her age, “you’ll be 40 too soon enough!” 

Roger nibbled her ear, “not until next year!”

“What are we going to do for your birthday?” Marion slipped out of Roger’s embrace and into bed, exhausted from her blow out bash and full of cake. 

She lay on her back, her belly still protruding upward. She missed the days when her fat would spread out lying down and she could at least pretend to have a flat stomach, but those days were many years and three kids behind her.

Roger slid in beside her on his side, placing one hand up on her belly, she could feel his hard-on in her hip, “I know I said I wanted birthday sex tonight, but that was before too much cake.”

“No such thing as too much cake,” Roger moved his hands in slow circles across her full belly, he expanded his circle slightly with every lap.

Marion was familiar with this move, but decided to allow it. 

As the circles got bigger Roger would gently brush his hands against her breasts, sneakily slip his hand into her pants. Marion turned to give him a kiss, a kiss that said, “yeah, sure okay, why not, go ahead.”

Roger slid under the covers and between Marion’s legs. Marion closed her eyes, the fullness was distracting her, she was going to have to concentrate if she wanted to cum. She used to enjoy watching Roger go down on her, but she could no longer see him past her belly and watching her belly fat jiggle and ripple didn’t have the same power to turn her on as it did Roger.

With her eyes closed she could focus on the feeling of Roger’s tongue on her clit, his fingers circling her lips and sliding inside of her, first one, and then as she got wetter, two, three. Her orgasms came on fast now. All their years together had given Roger a lot of practice going down on her, he could play her like a fiddle.

Roger moved his free hand from Marion’s thigh up to her belly. Marion allowed Roger to fondle her belly, it was the least she could do as he was always so eager to please her.

She felt the waves of orgasm coming over her, she reached to grab Roger and pull him on top of her, she wanted him inside her when she came. She guided him inside her and lifted her legs for leverage as he pushed. Folded over as she was, her usually round, protruding belly cascaded into rolls upon rolls. She tried not to think about it.

Marion grabbed Roger’s hand and put it on her clit while he thrusted. She had to reach past her belly rolls and push his hand under her fat. But then his fingers were on the button and the self consciousness washed away. She let out a moan to let Roger know it was okay to cum, they were playing a duet, well rehearsed doubles routine, and like in the best partnerships, they came together as one.

Marion put her hand on Roger’s back, to keep him pushing until there was nothing left. Roger slid off of her as they both caught their breath. 

“I had a wonderful birthday,” she kissed him.

“I’m glad,” Roger stroked her hair.

“You’ve set a high bar, how am I going to top it for your 40th?” Marion was a master of putting undo pressure on herself. 

“I'm sure you'll think of something.”

Roger squeezed her belly.