We fucked them because they were fat

Last year my husband and I noticed a couple moving in a few houses down. Like good neighbors, we went over to welcome them to the neighborhood. I made some cookies for them and gave them a plant. They (Gary and Ingrid) were very nice and we said we should meet up for dinner sometime. Later on we did, and it became a regular thing. Lovely people.

They are a little older than us, but not by much. They are 38 and 39, no kids. I'm 31 and my husband is 28. We don't have kids either. The thing is that they are really huge people. I'm not sure if there is a word for being more than morbidly obese, but they are it. Ingrid must be 400+ lbs and Gary is easily 350-380 lbs. In contrast, my husband and I are exercise freaks. I'm 5'4" and 117 lbs and my husband is 5'10" and 180 lbs. I cycle and do yoga daily, and my husband jogs 10 miles a week and lifts weights.

My husband and I have talked about their size. We can't understand how anyone could let themselves go like that. Of course we would never bring up their weight in front of them, as we're not mean, but we couldn't even figure out how they fuck. It has to be hard being that fat.

One night after they left my husband let it slip that he fantasized about Ingrid, as he would love to screw a woman her size. I should have been mad or weirded out, but I wasn't, because I had thought about what it would be like to fuck Gary. That conversation totally sent us deeply down a brand new wormhole in our relationship. My husband and I never did swinging or even talked about it, but we thought how we might be able to use Ingrid and Gary to satisfy our sexual fat kink that we both obviously had. We decided to flirt with them the next time they came over.

They did, and we had a nice dinner and we were drinking a lot. We complimented them on their looks. They were flattered and said we were an "amazingly beautiful couple." I knew at that point we were close. I took Ingrid aside and told her that my husband thought she was attractive, and that we would be up for a swap, if they were inclined. I braced myself to be told that I'm fucked up in the head, but no, she replied that she would love to do that and so would Gary. I don't think they get hit on probably ever, so I think she was surprised to get the offer to fuck my hot, muscular husband.

We told the guys and they were into it. We got down to business. We all got naked and, wow, Ingrid's frame had more rolls than a bakery. My husband was going to have a task to find her pussy, as it was obscured by hanging body fat. Gary looked more like a giant bear. Huge, overhanging stomach and pretty hairy. His big beard on his face just added to the vibe.

I put some pillows on the floor for us and we were going to fuck in the same room. Gary came over and his dick looked small, maybe 3" flaccid. He was a grower, though, and as I sucked it he grew to a thick 7" or close to it. That's bigger than my husband's.

I lay on my back and spread for him. He got on top of me, and holy fuck, the weight. It was like having a whale on top of me. The sensation of his spongy, fat belly on mine was an experience. It was a little hard to breathe. He got inside my pussy and he felt very nice, actually. Very hard. He gave me a few strokes and said, "Oh, your pussy is way tight." About 20 seconds later he moaned and I felt his dick pulsating inside me. I asked, "Did you just cum already?" He apologized and kept going, but got soft within a minute. I said we'd try a round two.

We looked over and my husband had found his way inside Ingrid. His body looked tiny on top of hers. He was between those fat hips and legs and fucked her hard. They had a good, ten-minute fuck before my husband came. She came a couple of times and clearly loved sex with my husband. I think she was thrilled to receive his sexual attention as she glowed afterwards.

By that time, Gary was able to get hard again, and we went another round, again in missionary. He was much better this time. Being so fat, he started getting sweaty after a few minutes, and him dripping sweat on my face and chest was disgusting. I told him to switch positions so he could fuck me doggy. That solved the problem. I didn't mind him sweating over my ass. He still didn't last long, maybe 6-7 minutes, but it was much better and I did get a nice orgasm out of it.

My husband and I talked about the sex after they left. He said Ingrid's pussy was huge and he was hitting some air. I didn't have a problem with Gary, other than he shoots quickly and was out of shape. We decided we weren't going to have sex with them again, although we will certainly be friends always, of course. I don't think they picked up on the fact that we wanted sex from them just because they were fat. This was a bucket list, fat fetish thing. Bucket list checked!