I am becoming a whore. Am i cuckolding my husband?

[Big Martha]

I am 43 year old married woman. I have two son's. I am a fairly "robust" woman; i am not fat or anything like that, I am"big-boned". I have a healthy figure. I am 5'11 tall and i have a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make me look huge. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i moved here in this small town. Probably because of my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment.

I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 5’11”). I come from old money. I grew up rich. I admit that i am used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.

When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off. A lot of people think that I'm stuck up upper middle class arrogant overdressed snob because I tend to ignore them. I can come as arrogant and stuck up depending on the setting. I got the feeling that a lot of people think i am just arrogant snob. I barely have any friends. When I do speak with people, I tend to be overly nice to compensate and I guess that comes off as fake which definitely doesn't help the situation. People around me have always said that I come across as snobby, stuck on myself, and unfriendly. I have been told that I seem snobby and it is because I don't speak up in groups where I am not comfortable. I have had people ask me if I thought I was better than others.




I joined this forum because i want to write in details all the incidents and discuss about it. I want to share my experiences. So I will give it a try.

I moved here in this small town with my family about three months ago. I became a wine store owner about two months ago. This woman Megan needed money, so i literally invested in her wine store/lounge. We partnered up. .


22 days ago we had this gathering for my partner's Megan 60th birthday party in the wine store/lounge. I arrived there. I was wearing a red long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black satin pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels red shoes. I had full make up on. I left my coat in my car. This really short like 5 ft 3 pale face thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut woman in her mid 40s approached me and said to me
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"Hi my name is Rachel. I am Megan's niece. You must be Martha. Wow. You stand out a bit in a crowd. You are towering over every one here. You are real. My aunt said that this giant elegant classy woman is her new partner, but i had to see with my own eyes. I am mesmerized by your vastness. I have never seen tits as big and as shapely as your tits, I can't stop staring at the size and the shape of your tits through this satin blouse.Wow. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. Your pants are so tight on you. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. i love your blouse. You are so elegant and over dressed. Your clothes are so shiny. You are so polished and shiny in this flashy satin clothes on your high heels. Your blouse is so tucked into your skirt.
You are so overdressed, on high heels with full make up on. You are dressed in satin head to toe, for Christ sake. These fancy clothes must be expensive. You are so rich.

Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. On a shorter woman they would look cartoonish or disproportionately huge , but you are a giantess, so I knew that they are a double handful of natural massive breasts. ! This satin blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free." small weird Rachel continued with great enthusiasm. " I am fascinated with the size of your boobs. As you can see I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed( I have very large breasts) , i was really like a giant standing beside this weird woman. I watched as this weird small woman Rachel moved her eyes all over my body. She appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the men in my experience, she couldn't keep her eyes off of my breasts. I was embarrassed by her attention.

She said to me" Wow. You are so shiney. Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ".

" I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her.

"I live in the neighboring county. It is a 50 minutes drive from here to my place. ". she told me. We had the most awkward conversation, like really weird, long pauses.







Then i sat at the table. Rachel purposely seated next to me on my left side. She begun flirting with me. I wanted to appear friendly and open, so i ignored the obvious flirtatious connotations of Rachel's questions and comments. I was well aware of how close she was to me, but i wasn't sure how to extricate myself from the situation without offending Rachel; having never had the experience of another woman "coming on" to me, didn't know WHAT to do.

Rachel stared openly and quite brazenly at my chest. She put a hand on my left thigh. I flinched when this happened, i was VERY uncomfortable at the intimate touching, but considering Megan's birthday party, i didn't want to risk angering Rachel by objecting to this unsolicited (and unwelcome) contact. As the conversation continued Rachel slowly inched her hand up higher on my thigh. I almost blurted-out an objection, but catched myself just in time. I silently endured
After about 20 minutes, i managed to excuse myself, i got up and went to the restroom. About 5/6 minutes later i was fixing my make up at the mirror , when this weird small pale woman Rachel walked in. She came up behind me, pressed her body up against me from behind, and then reached around me and began fondling my breasts through my blouse and bra .

"I can't even bring myself to say it," i retorted. "But I don't think I need to tell you how incredibly inappropriate this is."

Rachel's hands were small, but they managed to cup my tits with ease, squeezing them . She merely massaged my breasts. I had no idea why i hadn't slapped her hands away.

"I think it's very appropriate," this small pale woman Rachel told me. "You've got amazing tits, big Martha. And I've been going crazy looking at them in this red satin blouse."



"Well, you shouldn't be looking at me that way," i reprimanded her. My problem was that i have especially sensitive boobs, and feeling a pair of hands fondling them was making me feel better than i should have.

"I can't help it, big Martha" she told me, giving my breasts a firm squeeze. "You look so good in this blouse. You are huge, but in a good way. You know, you are much hotter than any woman I've ever slept with , and a couple of them are pretty hot, too. "

I felt myself blush at this weird small woman's Rachel compliment. At least my back was to her and she couldn't see, but by now there was no way she could miss the taut hardening of my nipples. And when my nipples got hard it was pretty much impossible to resist the feeling of a pair of hands on my tits. But woman's hands? It was too wicked to even imagine, except that i wasn't imagining this.

"Rachel, I'm happy you think that i am good looking , but this is no way for a woman to express herself. I am a heterosexual married woman "

Rachel pressed her face on my back and inhaled deeply, ignoring my admonishments. "Mmmm, big Martha, you smell so good."

She was pressing her body up even tighter

I nearly frozed with shock. This weird small pale woman Rachel was making my pussy quiver with dripping heat.

"Rachel, this is wrong. Oh my god, it's just so wrong. You have to stop," i protested.

But i never made a move to stop what was happening. My pussy was rapidly heating, leaving my mind in a blur.

"God, big Martha, you feel amazing," Rachel moaned.

Rachel's hands were practically mauling my tits and she started grasping at my swollen nipples through my blouse and bra.
"Rachel, no, ohhhh no, we have to stop this right now!" i cried.

But my heart was pounding wildly. She was squeezing my tits ever tighter. She was grinding against me desperately

But then this woman walked in, Rachel finally released my breasts and pushed herself away, she left me leaning in front of the mirror, breathless while my aching pussy dripped heavily into my panties.

By the time i turned around, Rachel was already walking through the doorway. If it weren't for the aching wetness between my legs, i wouldn't be sure such an unbelievable thing even happened.

[Big Martha]

I walked out of the restroom and sat back at the table. Rachel sat next to me. .

Before i could figure-out how to broach the subject, Rachel solved the problem for me:

"Probably there is quite a mess in your panties," she murmured.

"Umm; yes, ," i conceded.



Just then, Rachel reached-under the table and right between my legs, flicking a fingertip against the crotch of my panties.

Gasping, i flinched, and struggled to my feet. I looked around to see if anyone has noticed us.


"Come with me," Rachel ordered, getting-up from the table, she pulled me uncomfortably close to her. She pressed her head into my breasts. She caressed my back

She slid her hands down my back, resting her palms on my ass.



I looked around to see if anyone is watching this small skinny weird pale woman Rachel groping my ass. She continued feeling me up;. She used one hand to continue fondling my big but while the other slid up to cup and fondle my left breast through the satin blouse and bra encasing them. Nimble, knowing fingers find and toy with my erecting nipple. I was speechless as Rachel groped and squeezed, fondled and pawed me. My heart was racing; my face felt hot. Some of the women were watching me being felt-up by this small weird woman Rachel .

We stopped dancing and went back to our seats. I hoped i wasn't blushing too noticeably.

Once we were seated, Rachel continued her groping , caressing my pussy under the table while other talked, danced, and socialized all around us. I was angry and humiliated, but, God help me, i was also incredibly turned-on. Rachel's expert fingering was getting me hotter by the second, and i suddenly realized that i am very close to having an orgasm in the middle of a crowded wine store/lounge!

With a low whimper, i shuddered through a mini-orgasm while Rachel kept up her digital fondling. With a wicked grin, Rachel leaned close and whispered,

'You're a hot bitch, big Martha! You are so radiant and tall and big and soft. "

Ashamed and unsteady, i muttered "Excuse me", and somehow made it to my feet and to the restroom, trying to ignore the wetness i felt trickling down my thighs. Inside one of the stalls, I wept silently, and wiped myself off as best could. I sat there for a few more minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. I got out of the stall. There were two women there fixing their makeup . Then Rachel walked in.
She ordered me to turn and face the mirror. Once i did so, Rachel moved behind me, cupping my breasts from behind. I remained silent. The pair of women in the restroom were weirded out ,but they continued chattering and gossiping . Rachel lifted my breasts with her both hands. I successfully stifled a groan as Rachel's fingers expertly stroked my swollen nipples through the satin blouse and bra. I felt warm fluid leaking from my rose petals as Rachel's fingers tug and flick at my nipples. i was terrified of the gossipy wind-bags who were watching; but i was strangely turned-on at the same time.

The chattering women finally left. Rachel's hands resumed fondling cupping, hefting, and squeezing my breasts for the next two/three minutes.
Then she finally released my breasts. "OWWW!" i yelped, as i felt a hard slap to my left butt-cheek .

" I'll meet you later, big Martha. I am staying at my aunt's house I'll meet you in my room then" Rachel offered.

"No. I can't. I am heterosexual woman. I am a married woman. I am not attracted to women. Emotionally and physically women just didn’t do it for me. I can only imagine myself in a commitment with a man. I am married I can't. " i reluctantly declined her offer.

I walked out of the restroom on still trembling legs. I wanted to go home. I was totally confused. I grabbed my purse. My partner Megan stopped me and said to me "Martha my poor niece is drawn to you . It is a good thing that you let her to grope you.Thank you for tolerating her. Please don't slap her. "

I was flustered and confused, so i replied " It is not a big deal. Don't worry. I am not going to slap her" " I was flustered and confused, i left. .



TO BE CONTINUED

[radbrad1967]

very hot story!

[Big Martha]

Originally Posted by radbrad1967

very hot story!

Thanks for your response. I will write down everything in details. A lot more happened. You will be shocked. I never thought I’d let it happen, but did and loved it ! Think I've found what I've been missing. I'm struggling for my life right now with how strongly I'm reacting to these silly experiences. Rachel is definitely a"no filter" person.She is socially awkward for the most part, a bit of a weirdo. But i am so thankful to Rachel. Because of her i discovered my kink. The loss of control is exhilarating. It's kind of a surprise cause I never thought of myself as having this kink. This is a whole another level of pleasure for me. I am feeling wet just thinking about it.
I am loving it!!

[radbrad1967]

Originally Posted by Big Martha

Thanks for your response. I will write down everything in details. A lot more happened. You will be shocked. I never thought I’d let it happen, but did and loved it ! Think I've found what I've been missing. I'm struggling for my life right now with how strongly I'm reacting to these silly experiences. Rachel is definitely a"no filter" person.She is socially awkward for the most part, a bit of a weirdo. But i am so thankful to Rachel. Because of her i discovered my kink. The loss of control is exhilarating. It's kind of a surprise cause I never thought of myself as having this kink. This is a whole another level of pleasure for me. I am feeling wet just thinking about it.
I am loving it!!

Can't wait to hear more! I hope she licked your wet pussy!

[339488]

Love this keep going

[Big Martha]

The next day it was the first thing on my mind as soon as i woke up . I had trouble convincing myself it really happened, that it wasn't just some sordid sex dream i had after a few glasses of wine . But it happened. I knew it had, and i had no idea what to think about it.

With the bright, morning light streaming in my window, i decided it was all just some freak occurrence that would never repeat itself. Circumstances had simply gotten the best of me. Everything would be the way it was before last night. I decided not to say anything about it to my husband.

I started out with a good, hour-long workout session in our makeshift gym setup in the basement. Exercise was like therapy or meditation for me, and when i went back upstairs to shower and change my mind felt rebooted.

About two hours later i was sitting in my office at the the wine store/lounge. I was wearing a white long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into tight black leather leggings and 5 inch heels white shoes. I had full make up on. I had my hair up. Going into my office and checking for work related messages seemed a good way to distract myself. It worked for a while, but eventually i found myself staring blankly at my monitor while i thought about Rachel's hands on parts of my body another woman is never supposed to feel. It made my nipples grow thick with sensation while my pussy tingled heatedly. That was when i suddenly felt her hands on me for real. All of a sudden this small pale woman Rachel walked into my office and put her hands on my shoulders from behind. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, big Martha" Rachel said as she lightly massaged my shoulders.

"Oh, it's okay. I guess I've just been a little on edge," i replied.

With her fingers digging into my shoulders, her thumbs worked against the knots of tension just below my neck. It felt wonderful and all i could do was let my body relax and utter a sigh.

"Ohh." I very nearly moaned but caught myself just in time. Yet it was only making the hot, buzzing sensation in my nipples and pussy that much worse. Why didn't i make her stop? It would've been so easy just to stand up and break off the contact.

"You feel wonderful, Big Martha." Rachel massaged my shoulders a while longer, coming dangerously close to turning my body to mush. But then her hands slipped forward and down from my shoulders and she was massaging my tits through my satin blouse and bra. "I love this satin blouse," she told me. "You look so amazing. You are soo tall and big and soft. And you feel even better."

Once again, this weird small pale woman Rachel was only fondling me through my clothes. I should have pushed her small hands away, but like the night before, i felt completely powerless to move. my heart was beating so hard i was sure she could feel the wild pulse in my body.

"Rachel," i started, almost sounding calm from the way Rachel's hands were making me feel weak. "This isn't a good way to be touching me. I am a married heterosexual woman"

Her fingers were digging carefully but insistently into my sensitive boobs through my blouse and bra. It was so wrong, but my body responded as if it had a mind of its own.

"I can stop if you really want me to," she said. "But I really don't want to. I see how amazing you look day after day and I can't help it. You are a great woman big Martha"


"My aunt Megan says we can't help who we fall in love with."

I froze for a moment. Was Rachel saying she was in love with me? Now my mind started to spin. This was a wrinkle i never expected yet there was a warmth flowing through my mind and body that i'd never felt before.
"But i am married and heterosexual Rachel. ," i sighed, powerless to resist her steady massage of my tits.

"So what big Martha, I mean I'm in love with you. I want you. As a woman. You are bisexual"

"Oh god, I identify as straight as I think bisexual implies I'm interested in sex with another woman, and I'm not. !" i hissed emphatically, even as my pussy flushed at the sound of her ardent words.

"If you don't want that kind of love from me you can always just push my hands off you. I'll never try to touch you like this again. You could've done it last night, too. But you didn't. I know you want me too, big Martha."

I just let the breath rush out of my body. When i didn't make a move to shove Rachel's hands away from my tits. Rachel was squeezing and kneading me, searching for my throbbing nipples with her fingers through my blouse and bra.

"Ohhh, so wrong," i sighed, leaning back as far as i could.

Rachel squeezed my nipples through my blouse and bra, forcing a hot rush of nectar into my slit. Without thinking twice about it, i pushed a hand into my leather leggings and started rubbing my dew-trickling pussy. She knew Rachel could see every movement of my hand under my leggings, but i didn't care. I wanted her to see how desperate she made me. Rachel went on massaging my tits and stimulating my nipples while i worked my pussy with my fingers, finally pushing a pair into my hole and fucking myself until the voltage within my lush body built up to the point of exploding. My back arched against the chair and my hips jerked uncontrollably against the hot, fast pump of my fingers.

I came until i was breathless. My hand was still stuck in my leggings another minute or two before i finally pulled it free . The afterglow of my climax was the only thing that kept me from freaking out over the shame i was feeling.

"Still think it's wrong, big Martha? And if you are not bisexual, why did you partnered up with my aunt Megan in this women only wine lounge? " Rachel asked, her hands back on my shoulders.

"I partnered up with Megan because doesn't want me around other guys. My husband is extremely jealous of any kind of attention I get. My husband even doesn't allow me to talk to other guys. But I love my husband more than anything in the world. I've always had big boobs and butt. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i met you Rachel. Probably because of my social status. my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment. I am not attracted to women. Emotionally and physically women just didn’t do it for me. I can only imagine myself in a commitment with my husband. You can grope me through clothes all you want Rachel. I don't mind. Any small skinny woman can grope me. Honestly I don't care if its the ugliest woman in the world copping a feel, I'm just out here enjoying my body and hoping they enjoy it too. I am not sexually attracted to you Rachel but I don't have a problem with it. I identify as straight as I think bisexual implies I'm interested in sex with another woman, and I'm not. But I realized that i don't mind other women touching my boobs and butt. So you can grope me all you want, but that is it " i thoroughly answered.

"Hmmm, sure. I guess that's why you just fingered yourself," she replied.

Rachel left my office before i had a chance to turn around and see the look on her face. I was exasperated by her confident sarcasm, but relieved i didn't have to face her right now. After this, it was impossible to pretend nothing happened. Not after masturbating right in front of her while i let her massage my tits. If only it hadn't felt so fucking amazing.

[Big Martha]

About 5/6 minutes later i got up and walked out of my office. Rachel was still in the lounge . She was chatting with these two women our employees Becca and Lisa. These two older women our guests were sitting in the corner drinking wine. This small pale woman Rachel walked up to me.
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"Your boss Martha is my giant grope girl!" - Rachel said to my employees and playfully slapped my ass.

Becca and Lisa exchanged shocked looks.
"Ah is just fun between us girls, it's normal.
It's because of Martha's sheer boob size. Bottom line! Having a booty is one thing but being able to pull off having gigantic boobs takes a certain kind of woman. " she exclaimed. "

Like if Martha don't get groped on a regular basis her boobs grow bigger making it NECESSARY to be groped
Besides, Martha agreed. " - the small pale Rachel reasoned.

"I guess..." - i reluctantly accepted.

Rachel stretches her both hands up softly grabbing my breast in each hand.



She was squeezing my breasts with her hands.


"You can't..." - i protested weakly.

"Don't worry, groping between women is not a big deal" - Rachel replied

She proceeded to grope and squeeze my breasts through my blouse and bra in front of my employees and guests. She was handling them with care but expertly, making me get even more excited. My nipples started to visibly harden again.



"Okay big Martha, now turn forward and let me grab you from behind." - Rachel explained. "Are you having fun?"

"S-sure... this is fun..." - i said, still torn between desire and morals.

I turned toward my employees Becca an Lisa and looked at them. They were totally shocked. Rachel stood behind me and continued to grope my breasts.



She continued to grope my tits for the next 3/4 minutes. I was looking at the women my employees and guests and they were staring back at me and Rachel and watching it happen.





"Oh big Martha , you have big, beautiful breasts, but i gotta go" - Rachel commented, releasing my boobs.
She gave my butt a huge slap that resonated loudly throughout the lounge.



"Ow!" - i complained about the slap.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." - Rachel apologized .

"It's o-okay..." - i whispered sheepishly. Then Rachel left.
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TO BE CONTINUED

[Big Martha]

Some photos of me. But i had to crop the upper part of my face off. I just can't show my whole face here on this forum. It is too risky.

[Big Martha]

The next four days went by in a bizarre kind of fog, then we had this women in wine party at our wine store/lounge. I was wearing gold long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into tight red high waist satin pants and 5 inch gold shoes. I had full make up on. This small pale woman Rachel arrived.
I was standing in the middle of the lounge talking to two young women. I said hello to Rachel and turned back to my conversation. Rachel then came close behind me, reached around me and grabbed both of my boobs.

I was startled and said, “Oh! Rachel! Please don’t do that!”

Rachel did not stop fondling me. She also pressed her face against my back as she groped me.

“Please, Rachel! These women can see what you are doing. You are embarrassing me!”

Rachel kept feeling me up. The two young women in front of me were beside themselves watching me getting felt up in the middle of my own wine store/lounge. Then all of a sudden Rachel stopped squeezing my boobs.

I suddenly felt Rachel grab my ass. I jumped at first but didn’t really think much of it. Apparently Rachel wasn’t interested in just a quick touch though. Her hand stayed on my butt.

Rachel’s hand squeezed me lightly and starter rubbing it all over. For a few seconds I thought about turning around and chewing out this small weird woman Rachel who was groping me. But after a few seconds I decided to just relax and enjoy the attention. Besides the rubbing really did feel pretty good.

Rachel’s hand on my butt felt pretty small but very firm as it groped me. I was starting to get turned on by this weirdo Rachel groping me in public. What the fuck was wrong with me? Wow not just that, I was getting REALLY turned on. My panties already felt wet. Nothing had ever worked this fast on me before.

I think Rachel knew it too. Her hand slowly worked its way from my butt between my legs.

What was happening? Why was I LETTING it happen? This was going form casual booty grabbing to something A LOT more personal. I should stop it. This was basically cheating on my husband.
What was this small pale woman Rachel now anyway? My assailant? My molester? …my lover?
I don’t even remember deciding to go with it. All I remember is spreading my legs a little wider to give Rachel easier access. Her hand was getting VERY personal now. It was toying with me through my red satin pants.

By now I was VERY turned on and getting VERY wet down there. Rachel could probably even feel it through my red satin pants. I couldn’t suppress a soft moan. Rachel definitely knew the effect she was having on me after that.

Suddenly her hand abandoned my crotch

“Turn around big Martha you giant slut.” Rachel said to me.

For a second I was just frozen in place but then slowly I turned around to face her.
How had i ever let this happen, i asked myself. This wasn’t the kind of person i was. It was so shameful and perverse.

Rachel was looking at me in the most unsettling way. The sordid desire in her eyes was blatantly obvious and she was making no effort to hide it.

Despite her brash confidence, Rachel was having a hard time getting her voice to work, but she finally managed.

“I like liked looking at you, big Martha,” she told me with hesitation in her tone. “Who wouldn’t? You’re amazing. . It’s not my fault you’re the hottest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Rachel took a deep breath and kept going before giving me a chance to gather my wits and respond.

“You look amazing in anything you wear,” she told me. “You have the best legs and ass I’ve ever seen. And, Martha – seriously – your tits are world class. Now that I’ve held them in my hands I can’t stop thinking about them,” Rachel blurted out in one, long stream.

I stared at her with my heart hammering inside my chest. I was so ashamed of the nagging tingles of sensation Rachel’s words had created in my pussy. But there was something else. It was a feeling that hadn’t left me alone since the first time Rachel had grabbed my tits.I felt admired.

“Rachel,” i started, so unsure of what to say. But i had to say something. I had to put a stop to this now, before it only got worse. “It’s perfectly natural to get aroused around an attractive woman, but I’m sure you’d be much more aroused by a lesbian woman. I am a married straight woman. ”

Rachel nodded thoughtfully.

“That might be true for most lesbians,” Rachel said. "But not for me Martha. I want something more.
Being a short, skinny , ugly, soft butch woman is killing me. My height has been bothering me ever since I was a teenage girl. Friends always try to tell me that none of this is important / that personality is far more important, but from my experience it always comes down to the first impression and that is ruined by my looks and height. I am really unlucky when it came to genetics .

Since i was a teenager I am more sexually attracted to voluptuous, ultrafeminine tall curvy attractive heterosexual women. There is just something about tall curvy straight feminine woman. Ever since I was 15 I have been obsessed with giant , curvy, extremely feminine women. Tall, curvy, feminine women are much more pleasing to look at. A curvy woman can never impersonate a man.

If I see a tall woman with big breasts on high heels walking down the street I will be aroused. Small breasts don’t really do it for me. Every time i see tall feminine woman walking around with big massive breasts & butt cheeks swaying all over the place i lose control. For me the, taller a woman the better. I feel immensely attracted even standing next to tall,curvy, feminine women. It’s been a pattern since I was a teenager. I am totally fixated on satisfying my fetish for giant, curvy, ultrafeminine women. Maybe because that type of women are total opposite of me.

I have only been in three relationship. My last relationship ended six years ago and was an unmitigated disaster. I want relationships yet they just don’t happen.

I think this is in part because I am totally fixated on satisfying my super weird fetish for giant, extremely feminine, curvy, heterosexual women that are out of my league.

I’ve been getting handsy with most tall, curvy , feminine women I know ever since I was 19 years old . I’ve had a history of being handsy with that type of women. I get handsy with voluptuous, tall, curvy, ultrafeminine women and it’s amazing how much they just let me get away with, probably because i am a short, skinny, physically weak woman. I am ugly and masculine, but i am just a tiny woman. I don’t look tough and intimidating . All of these women my “victims” are much taller and stronger than me.

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I have always enjoyed groping tall, curvy, feminine women. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, rubbing their backs/shoulders, grabbing, slapping and pinching their asses, copping a feel of their tits. As soon as one tells me it makes them uncomfortable or feel like an object I stop but most put up with it or even seem to enjoy it. It’s great. That is driving me INSANELY horny.

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I do think confidence is the key. They’re so surprised that I did it that their brains just accept it. I always give it a go. I’ve noticed that voluptuous, tall, feminine, heterosexual women with big boobs and butts are usually very accepting of being groped by other women so I do that often. They’re usually surprised but don’t know what to think about it so I just carry on doing it. I’ve had a couple of women tell me it makes them feel objectified, but most of them find it flattering. I even slap plain Jane women on the ass and I think they definitely take it as a compliment.

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I’m very tactile and love groping. I honestly just love putting my hands all over a tall, curvy feminine woman’s body. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, squeezing their ass and breasts. If I see a tall, curvy, feminine stranger woman I always try to grope her. Most of these women just let me grope them. I am getting off on it.

I haven’t been able to have a healthy relationship with women because of this stuff and I feel like it will continue to be this way. I like straight women. I’m just into fems, but literally every tall, curvy, feminine woman I find attractive is straight.

I always had a strong desire to have tall curvy straight women feel attracted to me.
I want you, Martha. "

Despite Rachel’s outrageous behavior recently, hearing her life story gave me the most unsettling tingling sensation in my pussy. It was so shameful, yet the more i tried to set my mind against the reaction of my body the stronger the sensations became.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting straight feminine women, Rachel ,” i said in a shaky voice. “A lot of lesbian women…”

“Big Martha,” she cut me off. “It’s not about just fucking some straight woman. I want you. Just you. I want you to be mine. And I mean completely. I’m in love with you, and I don’t want you being with anyone but me.”

“I already told you Rachel , you can grope me through clothes all you want. i don’t mind. But that is it. I’m a heterosexual married woman. Don’t you see the problem?”

“I see a lot of things, big Martha. ” Rachel replied and She reached in between my legs and pulled the camel toe out from in my pussy lips. Then she patted my pussy a few times and said there I’m sure that’s better.

She brushed past me and gave my butt a hard spank and her way before walking away. She left.
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TO BE CONTINUED