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This story is of adult nature. If you're too young or if you live in a place 
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Mrs. Brown, mrs. White and mrs. Yellow.
	By Spiller.


	Evening classes, no matter the subject, can bring you in the most unlikely 
situations. That is, if you have an open mind.  This cooking class, for 
instance. Instead of their ordinary program, the Weight Watchers had opened 
a course in `healthy diet cooking', and every Wednesday evening 25 people 
would meet at the local school kitchen, to learn how to cook healthy food, 
which would make you lose weight.

	Right on the first evening Evelyn, Clara and Yin had a healthy laugh. They 
had joined the class on `Northern High' - but they were all living in the 
southern part of town, had actually seen each other on numerous occasions 
around their neighbourhood.

	"Ha, ha," Evelyn laughed, "I chose the class here at `Northern' instead of 
our local school, because I didn't want to admit to the gossiping  bitches 
in the neighbourhood, that I've become too fat."

	"Yup," Yin grinned. "Me too, and who do I meet?"

	"Two of the bitches from the neighbourhood,"  Clara laughed.

	October, November and part of December rolled on. Not that the three women 
lost that much weight, but they had a lot of fun, and a close friendship was 
growing between them.  Soon they found that the one weekly meeting was too 
little, and as they were all married and all working at home, they would get 
their usual chores finished early on Friday morning, and then meet for a cup 
of coffee and a chat at the mall. Of course, in the beginning, most of their 
talks concerned `fat' and all its implications, and how they all would love 
to lose 30 pounds or more. And then the talk turned to the different ways 
they had put on weight. Yin, who was half Chinese, was sorry that it had all 
landed on her hips, belly and thighs, whereas not a single ounce had chosen 
her small tits. Evelyn, who had a lovely nougat-coloured complexion, felt 
that half of her extras sat on her breasts, making her quite top heavy, 
while Clara was happy that her extra pounds had chosen to distribute 
themselves all over `the landscape'.

	"Thank God, they have chosen to do that, as I have to be the one of us who 
has put on the most."

	Of course their talks also concerned sex.

	Clara said: "You know, I think the biggest disadvantage is, that I do not 
attract those hungry glances any more. After 16 years with the same guy I 
actually shouldn't mind a fling or two, but they are no longer available.  
Good thing that hubby likes me with a bit of meat on."

	Yin shook with laughter. "Chan is the same. It seems he never gets tired of 
burying his head in my belly and hold on to my hips. But I admit to the same 
thoughts, Clara. A wolf or two shouldn't be too bad."

	"Naughty girls you are. And I thought I was the only one! I can't complain 
about Clarence, he loves my big tits, and he was not too happy when I joined 
this course. But actually something new wouldn't be too bad."

	"Even if it's good, I must admit that I know 99 % of what's going to 
happen, when John starts moving in on me. Not the same old excitement, is 
it, girls? "

	They resumed these discussions a few times, and on the last Friday before 
Christmas they made a plan. A daring one, all right, but one they decided to 
stick to.

	"All right," Clara finished the discussion. "We'll meet for dinner, and 
when we've finished eating, we'll tell them that we'll do the dishes. Then 
we shall have plenty of time to change into something sexy and see if we can 
tempt them. God, I think John is going to have a heart attack."

And in that way the three families met for dinner on the 29th of December, 
at Clara and John's, as they had no children who might disturb.

	Right from the beginning dinner was a success. Three well-rounded ladies 
had met at evening classes, and had become friends. And it should be ever so 
good, if the three husbands could get along. And they did, extraordinarily 
so, being quite the same kind of easy-going, nice guys, with a sense of 
humour and a penchant for the good, though not politically correct, things 
in life: Warm, round women, good food, whisky and tobacco, and all.

	The meal was definitely not a recipe from their health-food class. There 
were plenty of different quality wines to go with the dishes, and an 
abundance of witty, intelligent and engaged conversation across the table. 
When the meal was finished the three guys got up to clear the table.

	"Oh, no," Clara said. "For once we'll do it alone. Sit down with a cup of 
coffee, a glass of Scottish malt and your cigar or pipe. Enjoy, that for 
once you're at a party where you can smoke. And we'll fix the dishes."

	Really it didn't take them a long time to clear the table and rush the 
dishes into the dishwasher. But they took the extra time to finally prepare 
for the shock they were going to give their husbands. They had agreed, that 
they should introduce their wishes, the same way Donald Duck's little 
nephews would have done. So when the kitchen door finally opened, the three 
husbands were numbed by a wonderful sight, which rendered them speechless 
for several minutes: Three luscious, comfortable women, a white, a 
nougat-coloured and a `yellow', all dressed in see through negligees, which 
did not hide the fact, that they were wearing sexy corsets, stockings, no 
panties, and all, plus a slightly slutty make-up to top it off.

	Clara had been chosen to start:  "We know that this may be quite a 
surprise."
	Evelyn: "But we want you to say nothing, until we have finished our 
proposal."
	Yin: "And please remember, we are terribly nervous about this"
	"so please don't laugh at us"
	"or run away in horror,"
	"you might get to like it."
	"We have talked about this a lot,"
	"and we found out, we had the same desires,"
	"so we chose to confront you all at the same time."

	Clara again had been chosen to say the next things:

	"John, would you please get out of that chair. I want you go and take Yin 
in your arms and kiss her and hold her, and dance a little with her, and see 
if you might get to want to make love to her. And Chan, will you get up and 
do the same to Evelyn. And you, Clarence, you have been chosen to help me 
start the CD player, and then do exactly the same to me."

	To say that the three men were shocked and surprised would be a blatant 
understatement. A pleasant, but quite ordinary, suburban neighbourly dinner 
party had suddenly taken a turn, which they all might have nurtured secret 
desires for, but which they had never admitted. And the three women? They 
were scared stiff. How the hell would they handle it, if their husbands said 
no? They had ventured into an unknown land, and all they could do was to 
wait for their reaction. The minute it took felt like a year.

Then John got up. "Well, I'm not one to disobey my wife," and he went up 
close to Yin, put his arms around her, and when she lifted her head he 
pressed a gentle, long kiss on her red lips.

Chan felt a rush of excitement when he saw this, and a few seconds later he 
was deeply engaged, kissing lovely Evelyn.

	Clara shivered in anticipation, when she felt Clarence put his arm round 
her shoulder and lead her to the CD player. "And I'm going to be the last 
one, as usual, just because we have to get the music going." Clara let out a 
deep sigh, when Clarence had pushed the button and then took her in his 
arms. Like a thirsty wanderer finding the well, she fell into his strong 
body and offered her lips for a kiss."

	For several long minutes the only sounds were the music, and a moan now and 
then. Later the first two pairs of feet began moving slowly, sometimes 
resembling a dance, but mostly just a standing intercourse. Again several 
minutes passed in silence, but suddenly Chan broke the spell. He had to 
clear his throat first, though.

	"I don't know about you, guys, but I think this is terrific. I'm so excited 
that you three, lovely women had the guts to initiate. And I can promise you 
all, that these last ten minutes have earned my Yin a big bouquet of roses 
for every Sunday, all next year."

	John stopped kissing Yin and said: "Wow, I can only agree. I just hope we 
can agree to stay in here, all of us."

	Clarence laughed: "Much as I hate to stop kissing your lovely wife, I have 
to do it, just to agree. Doing and looking at the same time? Oh, God."

	Finally the three wives could relax. They sent each other happy smiles, and 
hugged the men, and Yin smiled at John. "I know I'm a bit too heavy, and 
shaped too much like a pear, but you wouldn't believe how exciting it is, 
John, to feel your want pressed into my belly. I feel like a youngster 
again."

	"And a pretty one," John laughed. "And it sure didn't take long to raise my 
passion."

	Evelyn let go of Chan. "And now, boys, will you please sit down in the 
sofas and let us take advantage of your passions?  And don't be shy about 
it, because I can tell you, we are not."

	John and Chan sat down in the longest of the sofas, while Clarence got the 
short one. In a few seconds they all had a new woman straddling them, 
sitting on their lap, kissing and caressing, unbuttoning shirts, pulling up 
t-shirts, and later unbuckling belts, pulling down pants, and finally, with 
Yin being the first, impaling themselves on brand new, strange cocks. Yin 
was so wet with anticipation that John's cock easily slipped all the way 
into her on the first stroke. Chan's eyes were big and rounded in disbelief, 
as he watched his wife sink down onto John's hard member, but only till 
Evelyn grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy, whereupon she buried his 
face between her large, sweet-smelling breasts.

	"My God, I don't believe this," Clarence groaned, as his cock found it's 
way between Clara's abundant thighs. "You big, soft, lovely woman, you. You 
are going to make me come just as fast as I did in the first woman I ever 
made love to. Will you please sit quiet for a second? I'm so terribly horny 
I can't hold it."

	"What was that, darling?"  Evelyn, sitting on Chan right beside him, leaned 
over. "Is it so good to get some new pussy? Well, I can tell you, Chan is 
doing wonders inside me. Oooohhhh." She breathed hard a few times, and then 
she smiled at Clara. "Just take him, sweetie, he doesn't take that long to 
get ready again." With a happy sigh she concentrated on Chan again. She 
grabbed her heavy breasts and fed one of her prominent nipples to his mouth. 
"Ooohh, this is so good, Chan, please eat my nipple while your cock is doing 
wonders in this fat lady."  She started a slow, rocking movement on his lap, 
while Chan grabbed her breasts in both hands, and soon he was alternating 
between her two nipples.

Because of her weight he could not do much humping against her, but he did 
not need to. The newness of it, the big breasts, so different to what he was 
used to, and then the silky movements of Evelyn's pussy every time he bit a 
little harder on her nipples, was bringing him closer. And when Evelyn 
suddenly started groaning really hard, at the same time as squishy 
contractions began around his cock, he yelled: "I'm coming, Evelyn, I'm 
coming, this is so good."

"Yes, yes, yes," Evelyn panted. "I'm coming too. Give it to me, Chan, come 
in me. Eeeeeee, aaahhhhh."

The sight of his wife having an orgasm with a stranger, right beside him, 
was too much for Clarence. His head was spinning, his cock was tingling, and 
he threw his arms around the abundant Clara and spurted up into her wet 
cunt, again and again, shaking all over.  The sounds of the others having an 
orgasm near them, was too much for Yin and John. John had been feasting on 
her tiny tits for a while, but now they both started moaning, trying to get 
as much movement out of that locked position.

"Hold your ears," Chan laughed. "Yin is a screamer, if it's good, and I 
think she really likes it now." And that was a truth. With a high-pitched 
wail she was hit by her orgasm, and that was all it took to get John going.

For a little while it felt as if time stood still in the living room. The 
immediate passion and novelty of their actions had now been dulled by five 
lovely orgasms, and if there was ever going to be an embarrassing moment, 
this was it. But again Clara was the one to get the moment rolling. With a 
loving kiss on his broad lips she slipped off Clarence's lap, his softening 
cock leaving a slippery trail on her thighs, and then she turned round and 
faced the others.

"I didn't hear you scream, old girl," Evelyn said.

"You know what, dear? That's right, and I couldn't very well care less. 
First of all you have promised me that Clarence doesn't take that long to be 
ready again, and secondly, and most important: You know what, dear friends?" 
With a big smile she untied the ribbon in her negligee and let it drop to 
the floor, revealing her abundant body, wrapped in a shiny, pale blue 
corset. "This is the first time in fifteen years I've felt sexy and 
comfortable with my body, around other people than John. And I tell you, I'm 
going to fight like a lioness, if anybody is going to stop it."

Little exclamations of "hear, hear,"  and "yes", and "me too," eased the 
tension.

With his cock still buried in pretty Yin, John leaned forward and said: "It 
seems to me, that you girls are in agreement on this. I for one would only 
wish to encourage you to go on. What about you, guys? Any of you two having 
trouble right now?"

Chan's laughter again rang through the room. He jokingly slapped Evelyn's 
hefty derrière and said: "I have trouble. Much as I like a woman with a bit 
of meat on her, I need some fresh blood into my thighs." They all laughed at 
that, and Evelyn lovingly slapped his cheek, as she got up from his lap and 
shed her negligee, like Clara had done. For a short moment the three men 
went to their own wives, to kiss and hug them reassuringly, and then again 
they were interrupted.

Yin  raised a hand to get attention. "I have a proposal. We all know, that 
Clara has been the most courageous of us, and she has put most work into 
this wonderful evening. And she's the only one who hasn't yet had her first 
orgasm. John, have you got a mattress, that'll go on the floor in here?"

"Sure, we've got a couple of those foamy ones, for unexpected guests."

"Well, you go and get them, while Evelyn uses her hand and mouth, and what 
other talent she's got, to make Clarence ready again. And then we shall all 
gather round Clara on the floor and treat her to something really hot. Are 
you game?"

CHAPTER TWO

John almost stumbled. He was that eager to fetch the mattresses, so he could 
watch his Clara get whatever kind of treatment Yin had in mind. His own cock 
was raising its head in anticipation. Meanwhile Evelyn knelt on the floor in 
front of Clarence. "Hey, baby, this is something new, isn't it? Do you 
really think your wife will make you hard for some other chick? You bet, she 
will! Maybe Yin has an idea to make this even more exciting to you?"  She 
turned round and said to Yin: "Would you like to help me on this one? I 
wouldn't have known, but I think this hunk really gets a kick out of other 
people's wives." She smiled broadly to take the sting out of her words. Yin 
came over and knelt beside Evelyn, who would pop Clarence's cock out of her 
mouth and twist it towards Yin, who gladly opened up to swallow it. Clarence 
could not help himself, he let his left hand slide down Yin's shoulder to 
touch her tiny tits. This did not escape Evelyn's attention.

"Aahh, honey, you like that they are so small?  Why don't you take a handful 
of mine in your right hand, then you can really feel the difference." And 
Clarence was absolutely defenceless. He would never have expected to hear 
such lewd words from Evelyn's mouth. But he sure loved them, and when John 
and Chan had gently lowered Clara to the mattress, Clarence was more than 
ready to go.

"I want to guide him in," Evelyn said. "You know, it used to be mine only, 
but this is so terribly exciting."

Little red clouds were drifting by on the inside of Clara's eyelids. She had 
never imagined anything could be this exciting. Not that they were needed, 
but hands were holding her thighs apart, hands were touching her belly, 
mouths were on her breasts, and John was kissing her lips. And then Evelyn 
rubbed her pussy for a short while before she guided Clarence into it. Clara 
thought she was going to die. A low growl escaped her, muffled by her 
husband's kisses, and then Clarence got into motion. "Oh, my God," she 
thought. "If I'm going to die, please let it be right now." It was all so 
different, so new, so exciting. And Clarence moved so completely differently 
in her and on her, that she soon felt her orgasm crashing in. She lifted her 
arms and threw them round John's neck, pulling him in for a violent kiss, 
while the orgasm raked her body.

As she was coming down from that utmost pleasure, Clarence stopped his 
movements for a little while. "Oh, no, Clarence, please don't stop. Just go 
on, and I'll be there again in a little while. Come on, lover."

"I think she can manage on her own, now." Yin had raised her head and was 
smiling to the others.

"Oh, yes. And she's in good hands, if I may say so," Evelyn added. "Well, 
talking about hands.....??"

"Why don't you try John's hands?"  Yin was smiling lewdly to her husband. 
"Might give my dear Chan a chance to try out a fantasy he raved about years 
back: Fucking me, when another man has filled me up. Wasn't that what you 
had fantasies about, dear?"

"Oh, my God, I never thought I'd get to try it. You always said no."


"Mostly because I was too insecure, love. But tonight I feel wonderful and 
sexy, and I want you to enjoy it.

Eagerly Chan got up from his kneeling position, only to push his wife over 
onto the second mattress, burying his head in her belly first, then working 
his way down, until his mouth was hovering over her open and dripping cunt.

"Oh, love, are you going to do that? Really? I'll scream if you do."

"It's so exciting to see your pretty cunt dripping with it." And when he 
finally put his lips to the top of her cunt and let his tongue wander up and 
down in it, Yin kept her promise. A long, singing scream sent erotic 
vibrations to all corners of the room. And into her husband too. Chan got up 
on his hands and knees again and moved up his wife's soft body. With a deep 
sigh he buried himself into her. When Yin opened her eyes again, she was met 
by the sight of her horny husband's distorted face right in front of her. 
His horny state was painted all over it, eyes half closed, upper lip drawn 
back to show his teeth, as a heavy panting escaped between those teeth.

"Oh, my God, this is wild, Chan. Is it as good as you imagined?"

"It's better, love. God you are wet and slippery. Ooohhh, I'm not going to 
last long, like this."

On the mattress beside them Clarence smiled and bent down to whisper 
something into Clara's ear. Little drops of sweat were forming on her 
forehead, and then she smiled back.

"Hey, Chan," Clarence said. "Don't you think it's a little bit early to 
monopolise your own wife? What do you say we change places?"

Yin cleared up into a naughty smile. "That would be most delightful, 
Clarence. Would you like a touch of my tiny tits?" A little reluctantly Chan 
pulled out of his wife's hot pussy, only to be met with Clara's open arms 
and thighs, and soon his reluctance was forgotten completely. The sight of 
his wife opening up for Clarence, while he himself was luxuriating in 
Clara's wet and well fucked pussy, was just heaven.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes this quite ordinary, suburban living 
room was turned into a temple of lust. Moving bodies, skin slapping against 
skin, groans of passion and little screams of lust filled the air, gradually 
getting more and more intense.

John and Evelyn were the first. With a happy smile Evelyn cuddled John's 
tired head against her ample breasts, while they both enjoyed the sight of 
their spouses in the last throes of passion. Clarence brought Yin to the 
brink, where she started screaming. This turned him on so much, that he 
emptied himself into her. And last were Clara and Chan. Clara might very 
well have missed the first orgasm, but she certainly didn't miss anything 
this time. Her thighs and her belly were quivering, as Chan set in the last 
onslaught, bringing them both off to a noisy finish.

For several minutes they were all quiet, savouring the after throes of 
passion and satisfaction. Then Chan and Clarence helped Yin and Clara get up 
from the floor, and quite naturally the couples found together as they sat 
down on the sofas. There was hugging and loving kisses going on all around.

For once it was not one of the women who broke the silence. Clarence looked 
around at the others: "Friends, this has to be the most exciting evening of 
my life, and I can't really tell how happy I am, that you three, lovely 
women got the idea, and that you mustered the courage to carry it through. I 
shall follow Chan, and for every Sunday all next year a big bouquet of roses 
shall remind my Evelyn of my appreciation and love."

"What a perfect idea," John said. "I shall do the same, and perhaps, if we 
are lucky, they shall be reminded of this evening and get the inspiration to 
arrange another."

Yin kissed her Chan on his cheek: "I'm sure Clara will be inspired, and I 
promise to vote `yes', whatever she proposes."

"After I have found out that my Clarence is not the only one who likes a 
hefty chest, I shall promise him not to starve myself any more."

"This has been so lovely and exciting, that I'm sure I can promise John, 
I'll be inspired to do a repeat. How do you feel about it, maybe once every 
month or so? Not to wear all the novelty out of it too soon. Does that sound 
good."

"I think that would be so lovely," Evelyn said. "My dad owns a large cottage 
by the lake, only 30 miles from here, where we could have absolute privacy. 
Should I ask him if we could borrow it?"

"What a very good idea. But I'm not jumping into the lake in January."

"Don't feel pressed to do it. But actually it's so delightful when you've 
had a long stay in the sauna."

After half an hour of cosy small talk, they decided to break up the party to 
go home and do some private loving and talking. Clara offered the shower, 
but Yin smiled a naughty smile and said:

"I think Chan deserves to take me home as I am, and I'll treat him to some 
naughty talking."

The last rounds of kisses and hugs were dealt, and with a lot of merry 
wishes for `happy new year' the two families disappeared into the night.


Chapter three.

	"Hey, Clara. What was all this about?"  When Clara had closed the door 
behind their guests, John stood behind her and put his arms round her 
shoulders. She leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder.

	"Are you angry at us," she asked.

	"No, not at all angry. Surprised; shocked; yes, but not angry. I had never 
expected anything like it, and not at all from you."

	"Neither had I. Come, let us go to bed, and I'll tell you. Do you want us 
to shower first?"

	He laughed. "I think I'll take Chan's example and bring you there `as is', 
with the only exception of your underwear."

	Clara slipped out of his embrace and grabbed his hand. "Come on, then, 
lover, and I'll treat you to a little strip-tease."  In their bedroom she 
made John lie down on their big bed, and with a loving smile she shed the 
last bits of clothing, covering her big body.

	"I guess, that in the beginning it was kind of a BWLF, `Big Women's 
Liberation Front'. We had all of us come to those evening classes because we 
wanted to lose weight. All around us, in advertising, magazines, movies, 
everywhere, all the slim girls got the attention and the sex, and women like 
us got nothing."  She snuggled up to John. "I have no complaints about you, 
love. Not at all. But as Evelyn, Yin and I became closer friends, we got to 
talk about sex, too, of course. Women always do, you know. And it turned out 
that we all had that secret yearning, we all wanted to be sexy, whatever 
that is, or rather, we all wanted to feel desired."

	"Don't I show you how much I desire you?"

	She raised her head on one hand and elbow, leaned in and kissed him 
lovingly. "Like I said, I have absolutely no complaints. You make me feel 
desired, love, and  I hope it's mutual. No, dear, it's not at all about you. 
I was about us, about Yin, Evelyn and I. About the many years hiding 
ourselves behind loose fitting dresses, always shopping in `special stores', 
and time and time again refraining from clothes we liked, because we 
couldn't get them in our size. And all those flirting hunks never gave us a 
glance."

	She slipped her hand down under the covers and touched his cock. "But no 
more history now. I am hornier than ever and I want you to show me, that 
it's ok with you, that I smell so much of sex." She felt his cock twitch in 
her hand.

	"MMMmmm, I love it!" He moved one hand down across her soft belly, down to 
her slippery and open cunt. "I may be more of a pervert, than I'd ever have 
guessed, but it is so utterly decadent to feel you like this. You are 
slippery, and your cunt is open because Chan and Clarence have fucked you, 
and you smell like a whorehouse. Are you sure you don't mind that I smell so 
strongly of Evelyn and Yin?"

	"It was soooo erotic to hear you bring Yin to an orgasm. And I almost came 
myself when I saw you fuck Evelyn so good that her big tits were flopping 
around on her chest. I would have expected some pang of jealousy, but it 
never came. Did you feel any jealousy?"

	"My God, no. I was too busy enjoying what I was doing."

	"So was I, love, so was I. It was all so different, and you know what? That 
first time with Clarence, it was such a boost, a high, or whatever you'll 
call it. That this old wife still has a pussy that can make a man premature. 
My pussy didn't come, but I sure did in my head when I felt him pump in me. 
Oh, my, please play with my clit, please. This is sooooo good."

	"I'll do you one better, my soft, newfound housewhore. I'll risk that you 
think I'm a real pervert, but something between Yin and Chan told me, that 
he is doing exactly the same right now. Please, open those legs wide so I 
can enjoy the sight of your cunt, fucked so good by Chan and Clarence."

	"Be my guest," she panted. The sight of her expance of soft, white skin, 
and her pink, battered cunt right in the middle, seeping juice and sperm, 
was too much for John. Clara's panting turned into a scream, almost like Yin 
would do, when John moved in and started licking and sucking her cunt.

	"Oohhhh, Heaven, you nasty man," she groaned. "You make me feel so 
perfectly wicked and naughty. Oh, Hell, I'm coming again, I aaammmm! !" 
Clara was groaning and shivering, and her eyes were pressed close, as the 
orgasm raked her body. When she was coming down she opened her eyes, looked 
lovingly at her husband and whispered: "And now fuck me, will you please?"

	"I can hardly wait any more, my horny wife." The feeling of slipping his 
cock into her was out of this world. Never had she been so silky, so hot, 
and so alive in there, and after a few minutes John groaned: "I can't 
believe this. I've already fucked two women tonight, but this time I'm not 
going to last long. I'd have thought I'd have trouble coming, but I'm so 
close already. And more horny than ever. God, you lovely, fat, whoring 
darling, I'm crazy about you, and I'm coming now. Aaaaaahhhhhhh.......

	A profound feeling of satisfaction and love overwhelmed them, and for a 
long time they just lay there, holding each other, enjoying all the tingling 
sensations slowly dying down, enjoying the silence, and the fatigue which 
gradually took over. Just before he fell asleep John whispered:

	"I hope this was not the last time."

	"So do I, love, and I promise you, it wasn't."


THE END


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