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Subject: {ASSM} My Fat Wife Gets it From a Young Student
Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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Hazel and I decided to take on a foreign exchange student for a week,
after seeing an advertisement in our local paper. We tidied up the
spare room and made arrangements with our local University. On the
prearranged date Marc arrived from Germany. He was 18, blond haired,
and very good-looking, Hazel said. We got him settled in quite quickly
and Hazel spent the week entertaining him, taking him on shopping
trips etc, while I went to work. They were getting on very well. Marc
spoke very good English and Hazel was mothering him. Hazel is 37 and
fairly plump with dark brown curly hair. She has a wonderful pair of
tits and her skin is smooth and white.

One day Marc opened the bathroom door, which Hazel had accidentally
left unlocked as she was getting a shower. He apologised, she told me
later, but before he had closed the door again he had got a good
eyeful of her well-endowed naked body, big tits, hairy fanny, the lot.
She said he'd been very sheepish afterwards.

The next day it was Hazel's turn for a show. She'd made Marc a cup of
tea while I was getting dressed for work, taking it up to his room.
She'd thought he was sleeping but when she'd opened the door she
nearly dropped the cup! Marc was lying naked on the bed, eyes shut,
masturbating a very thick circumcised cock. He opened his eyes as
Hazel stepped into the room, and groaned aloud, in both surprise and
pleasure. "No!" he gasped, and his eyes glazed over. A fountain of
white sticky spunk gushed from his pulsating knob, flying up into the
air and landing on his hairless chest and belly. Hazel stood
transfixed as young Marc came, his hips bucking as he spurted his
sperm over himself. He was staring into Hazel's eyes all the way
through his climax. When he had finished, Hazel calmly walked into the
room, set down his cup, and marched out again.

Downstairs she told me what had happened and admitted she'd felt
strangely excited at the sight of a muscular young lad wanking himself
and getting off whilst staring at her.

Marc came downstairs later and apologised to both of us. He said "I
not having a girlfriend and when I see Hazel bare-skinned in shower
yesterday I get very excited. Hard. You know."  He glanced downwards.
I need to make climax.....orgasm. I full of sex...spunk you call it?
It make me uncomfortable and frustrated, so I think of Hazel
bare-skinned in shower and release all spunk from me. Feel very good.
Sorry."

"It's okay." Hazel said, red faced, "I don't mind."

Didn't mind!!! She was obviously loving the idea that Marc had been
wanking over her. 37 and fat, yet she could still spark a young guy's
sexual flame. That night she was all over me in bed. After a good long
sex session, we lay cuddling in post-orgasm. We'd been very noisy and
I'm sure Marc had heard us.

"I wonder what Marc's doing now? Hazel whispered as I stroked her
fleshy belly and toyed with her soft breasts.

"Why do you ask?" I exclaimed. "He's probably doing what he was doing
this morning when you caught him."

"Hmmm" she sighed.

"He's really got you going hasn't he"

Hazel smiled at me and nodded slowly. "He was very...big...you know."

"Do you want him to shag you?"

She looked at me in surprise. "You would let me sleep with another
man?"

"Only if I was there." I felt an excited knot growing in my stomach. I
kissed her softly. "He goes home the day after tomorrow. Why don't we
have a goodbye drink? A little party. You could put on something
daring. I'll buy you something tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll get some booze at the shops." Was all she said.

The next day I left work early and went shopping. I settled on a white
Grecian-style halter-neck dress. Very short, backless with a plunging
neckline and pleated skirt. Hazel had bought a bottle of vodka and
some Blue Charge stimulant drink for herself and a slab of beer for
Marc and me. She'd already told Marc we were going to have a goodbye
drink, and he'd been all for it.

When I showed Hazel the dress she nearly bottled out. "I can't wear
that, she complained. My titties will be flopping about all over the
place."

"That's the idea." I smiled. Eventually she agreed to wear it. I went
downstairs and cracked a couple of cans. Marc and I listened to some
music and chatted for a while, waiting for Hazel to come down. She was
an age, but eventually we heard footsteps on the stairs.

Hazel appeared in the dress. The pleated skirt part barely covered her
knickers, and her deep cleavage was exposed along with her big white
thighs. She had made her face up and left her glasses off. Her curly
hair spilled over her bare shoulders. She watched us both staring
intently at her. "Well, do you like it?"

"Wow!!!" I exclaimed, whistling.

"It is very lovely. Very very sexy" said Marc. I could see his
trousers beginning to bulge as he stared at my teasingly dressed wife.

Hazel sat between us on the sofa, stretching her legs out. She was
wearing white high-heeled sandals to complete the Greek goddess look.
Marc was staring at her bare legs. She took deep draughts from her
glass and kept trying vainly to pull the flimsy hem of her dress down.
She tried to pull the neckline together to hide her half-exposed
breasts, but when she did she only succeeded in pulling it away from
the sides of her tits, which meant whichever way she arranged her
dress we got a view of plenty of tit flesh.

Hazel finished her drink very quickly. She was looking agitated,
almost shaking. I poured her another and another. We were chatting
about everything and anything. Hazel's nipples were visibly erect and
she became more and more animated the more drink she had. She almost
spilt it once so I placed a low table in front of her to put it on.
This provided an added bonus, because every time she leaned forwards
to put her drink down or pick it up, the sides of her dress would fall
away, giving Marc and I a good view of  her tit flesh and the
occasional flash of nipple.

Hazel noticed us both staring when she leaned forward, and she must
have tired of our stares because she suddenly leaned back and pulled
the dress wide open at the cleavage, exposing her big white heavy
breasts to our surprised view.

"Wassamatter, haven't you seen titties before. THERE!" she exclaimed
as she jiggled them about before covering them up again.

" Happy now" she asked. Marc's eyes had nearly popped out of his head.
We both nodded, speechless.

The atmosphere was still jovial, but the conversation became more
raunchy the more drunk Hazel became.

"Have you got a girlfriend Marc?" she asked. He replied that he didn't
have one and Hazel suggested that he was good-looking so he must have
had plenty of girlfriends before.

"I have had girl friends, but not...close, if you understand."

"You mean you've never slept with a girl. I don't believe it." Hazel
stated.

"It is true. I am being very busy with studies. There will be time
later."

So Marc was a virgin! This really had Hazel intrigued. She was well
drunk now, and I noticed that she was occasionally letting her hand
rest on Marc's trouser-clad thigh. He was obviously sexually excited,
and on one occasion Hazel 'inadvertently' let her hand brush over his
straining bulge. His eyelids flickered and he drew breath sharply as
she exclaimed "Oooh, a good looking boy and a big boy too!"

I let my hand stray to her bare thigh as we talked. Eventually she
pushed it away.

"Hey, I don't want your hand there," she scolded, "I want his hand
there." She grabbed Marc's hand and dropped it onto her naked thigh.
His fingers spread out as he enjoyed the feel of Hazel's soft skin.
She leaned towards me and pouted "And I want your lips here"

I kissed my yielding wife hungrily, watching as Marc gently caressed
her thigh. Her lips were so soft, and as our tongues met she whimpered
softly. I knew she was very aroused. I pulled her dress to one side
and clasped her exposed breast tenderly as we kissed. Hazel leaned
back and her legs parted slightly. Marc's searching fingers were
wandering under the hem of her dress.

"I think you should let Marc kiss you" I suggested, moving away. I
watched as Hazel looked into Marc's blue eyes. He removed his hand
from her thighs and leaned across her. Their lips touched and they
began a long deep kiss. Marc reached up and slid a hand under the
white material of Hazel's halter top until he was fondling a big
fleshy tit. I stroked her smooth inner thigh, and she parted her legs
further to allow me access.

Hazel was clawing at Marc's shirt buttons, undoing them as I stroked
up her thighs, lifting the flimsy hem of her dress. She raised one leg
and draped it over my knee, and my roving fingers encountered a very
damp gusset. She moaned, still kissing Marc, as my fingers played over
her vulva and clitoris through her white panties.

When she had undone Marc's shirt she ran her hands over his hairless
muscular chest, still kissing him hungrily. She pulled his
short-sleeved shirt off then went for his trouser buckle. He leaned
back as she used both hands to undo his trousers and pull down the
zip.

Hazel pulled down the waistband of his underpants, revealing his hard
thick weapon, which she grabbed and began wanking slowly. Marc
responded by helping me rub her pantie-covered cunt. I left him to it
and undid the clasp of her halter top allowing it to fall free,
revealing her lovely big tits to our gaze. I clasped one soft breast
in my hand as Marc leaned towards Hazel and began sucking the hard
nipple of the other one.

After a while she broke free and stood up in front of Marc, and began
tuggin his trousers and underpants down. As Hazel removed Marc's
trousers I was quickly undressing, and Marc was reaching up under her
dress. He slid Hazel's white panties down her legs and she stepped out
of them.

Hazel looked at me with lust all over her face as she played with
young Marc's heavy cock. He kept pushing her hand away. She pleaded "I
want him. Is that alright?"

"Look at him," I said, "he won't last thirty seconds.

"I don't care. I want him. Now!" she demanded.

"Go on then." I urged, undoing the last buttons on Hazel's waistband
so her dress fell completely off, revealing her magnificent plump
naked body to our eyes.

Hazel pushed Marc back on the sofa, pressing her palms against his
chest while I undid her sandals and she shook them off. Marc moved his
hands up between her parted thighs and I watched as he gently inserted
two fingers into her hole, pulling them out slimy and wet.

Hazel straddled him, one fat thigh on either side of his slim body,
and grabbed his cock, shoving the tip to the entrance of her wet cunt.
She slid down heavily on his fat pole, giving a loud moan of pleasure,
and Marc gasped, relishing his first ever feel of a woman's vagina
enfolding his young penis. I watched Hazel and Marc join together.
They both had their eyes shut tightly as they drowned in the
sensation.

I was right about Marc not lasting long. He opened his eyed and
reached up with both hands, grabbing Hazel's soft swinging tits. She
whimpered as he began fucking her from below, thrusting his heavy cock
in and out powerfully. After only a few strokes he stopped and gasped
for air, then he gave a couple of shoves into her before screwing his
eyes shut and groaning aloud. Marc's body began to heave beneath
Hazel's and he grunted as he began to ejaculate deep into her soaking
cunt, squeezing her full soft breasts as he spurted his young spunk
into my horny wife.

Marc's orgasm seemed to last for ages. Hazel moaned and squashed her
naked fat body against his as he jerked and grunted and panted beneath
her.

When he finally came down to earth he apologised. "Sorry, I was no
good for you" he said to Hazel.

"That's alright," she whispered, looking into his satisfied eyes and
running her fingers through his blonde hair. She remained on top of
him, cuddling him.

I stood up and when Marc's softening cock plopped out of Hazel's
glistening fanny, I grabbed a huge buttock in each hand and slid my
throbbing penis into her hot spunk-filled hole, relishing the warm
slippery feeling as I sank deep into her. Hazel was French-kissing
Marc as I began plunging in and out of her. I knew I would not last
long either. The sight of my wife being fucked by this young lad had
got me really excited.

After only a couple of minutes I felt a wave of intense pleasure
engulf me and I pushed hard and deep into Hazel's soft fat body. I
cried out as I came forcefully, flooding her hole with a second load
of semen, shuddering and gripping her wobbling arse cheeks.

Marc was hard again and when I withdrew Hazel climbed off him and lay
on the floor. Marc quickly mounted her, slipped his hard meat in and
began fucking her solidly, feeling her soft tits and arse as he
plunged his thick weapon into her open wet vagina. Hazel's tits
jiggled with the force of his thrusts and her whimpers became louder
and more high-pitched with each powerful stroke. I watched fascinated
as his muscular arse bobbed up and down between her fleshy thighs as
he fucked my squirming wife.

Her orgasm was explosive when it finally arrived.

"Oh Marc!!! AH AH AAAAAAH" Hazel cried and she clutched him tightly
and howled in pleasure, her face screwed up and her plump body went
into wild spasms, shuddering and shaking as she came strongly on
Marc's pounding cock. Her vaginal contractions must have been too much
for him and he stiffened and grunted in gratification as he climaxed
again, squirting his spunk into Hazel's soaking orgasming cunt.

They kissed and cuddled, enjoying the post orgasmic feeling and when I
joined them on the floor Hazel kissed me and thanked me. I slid a
couple of fingers up her cunt and found it to be running with juice
and spunk. I licked it off my fingers then kissed my way down her body
and buried my face in her well-fucked fanny, licking her slimy clit
and sucking the juices from her. She soon began whimpering again as I
licked at her frantically, and I could feel her stomach muscles
tightening. I inserted three fingers and worked them in and out.
Meanwhile Marc was kneeling above her, wanking his semi-erect cock
over her tits. She grabbed it and pulled it towards her face. Hazel
took Marc's cock into her mouth, something she would never do for me!

Marc was mauling Hazel's wobbly tits roughly as she wanked his
hardening shaft, sucking gently on his big bell-end. I was running my
tongue round and over her clit and finger-fucking her, and her hips
moved in time with the rhythm of my flicking tongue.

Without warning she spat Marc's cock out and sighed in ecstasy. Her
body trembled and her cunt muscles twitched rhythmically round my
probing fingers as she came, whimpering and writhing, digging her
nails into one of my buttocks and gripping Marc's cock tightly.

She lay there, sated, arms behind her head as Marc and knelt either
side of her and wanked over her. We came almost together, spunking
over her big soft wobbly tits as she watched. I was surprised how much
spunk Marc's young cock produced considering he'd just fucked Hazel
twice.

Later we cleaned her off and we all retired to our room, where we
slept till morning. Marc fucked Hazel again in the morning, making her
come, as I brought myself off watching them.

Marc flew home that day, leaving us with only a fond memory of a wild
and exciting evening. Last week Hazel came home with some literature
about exchange students from the University....

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