A Rose’s Thorns

The day after Marla Hendricks and her daughter Jade moved into the home of her ex-husband’s sister Rose, she had an unusually good day at work. That morning, she’d gotten up to make herself a breakfast sandwich gooey with cheese, put on some of the new high-end clothing she had bought the previous day, and sang along to the radio in the car ride to the accounting firm.

When she arrived to take up her post at the reception desk, her outfit — a short red dress with black leggings over her mammoth thighs and a pair of shiny gold earrings — had the desired effect. She goal had never been to woo the largely male accounting partners, as she doubted that any of them were chubby chasers. But Marla’s new clothes and confident smile certainly surprised the mostly female support staff. Her bitchy coworker Nadia from HR, who was thin as a rail and was always trying to be “helpful” by mentioning diet tips, noticeably dropped her jaw when she first walked in, though she quickly stifled that expression. Marla grinned broadly back at her.

Penny, a fellow receptionist and mother who was the closest — rather, only — friend Marla had at work, was willing to share her feelings more openly when the two got lunch together at the sandwich shop next door. “Oh gawd, Marla, look at you!” she said, with complete sincerity. “Somebody went shopping where the other half lives this weekend!”

Marla beamed at her as she took a bite of her foot long sub. “Thank you for noticing! I think that bitch Nadia was caught off guard this morning.”

Penny laughed conspiratorially. “I bet she was! You probably could have knocked her over with a freakin’ feather. Seriously, where did you get that dress? Did you find it in a thrift store?”

“Believe it or not, Penny, I went straight to the source!”

“Brand new? Geez Louise, Marla, that must’ve cost an arm and a leg!”

Marla grinned and shook one flabby arm and one tree trunk-thick leg. “Still got ’em both! But I did get a real bargain.” She figured it would be tacky to tell the whole story, and more polite to imply that she’d simply gotten a great deal.

“Is that all you bought, or did you really treat yourself?”

“Oh, I treated myself all right! I’ll be dressing like this a lot more often. If I’m gonna carry around 400 pounds, I’m gonna dress it real nice!”

Penny laughed and snapped her fingers. “This is your glow-up year, girl! Show the world what us fat gals can do!” Penny was at least a hundred and fifty pounds lighter than Marla, but was generally quite self-conscious about her weight — no thanks to Nadia. “How’s Jade doing?”

“She’s doing great! We think we found a way to get her into college, and my little girl is finally going to get to follow her dreams!”

“That’s so amazing! Did your cheapskate husband finally pay up?”

“No way, good riddance to that son of a bitch! He can’t keep us down forever, and honestly, I feel better now than I did before the divorce.”

“That’s so great, you are just killing it, girlfriend!” Penny said. “Seriously, what’s gotten into you? You’re like a whole new woman!”

Marla blushed slightly. She felt a bit awkward telling her coworker that she was living rent-free with Alan’s sister, so she didn’t bring it up. But come to think of it, it wasn’t just the new home situation that was making her feel so…new. It had started with that first dinner with Rose. Even if her lawyer sister-in-law hadn’t allowed Marla and her daughter to move in, her charm was infectious, and she had used it to full effect to lift the two women’s spirits. Her generosity and sassy way of taking control of the situation had made Marla feel protected, like there was someone looking out for her.

“Well, a few things are just really looking up for me,” said Marla. “I recently met a new old friend who really helped me see a different side of myself.”

“Oooh, a new friend?” said Penny in a girlish voice. “Like a…boy friend?”

“No, no, not like that.” Marla hadn’t tried to date since Alan had left, though she’d gotten the itch more frequently than she cared to admit. What Alan had done to her had taken a toll in more ways than one. “Just a gal I used to know who helped me get my crap in order. What’s that thing people always say? A strong, independent woman who don’t need no man? Well, that’s what she’s like, and it’s rubbed off on me!”

“That is sooo great! Ugh, good for you. Somebody has to do that for Doug’s sister Cindy, she’s been such a mess lately…”

Marla lost her focus on what Penny was saying about her husband’s sister, as she was too busy with two different trains of thought in her head. The first one was more pleasant: in a few hours, she would go home to the beautiful house she now shared with Rose and Jade, enjoy a glass of wine with the two ladies, maybe take a nice bath, and enjoy sleeping in the luxurious bed that Rose had provided.

The second thought left Marla a little less happy: she had now been without a man in her life for over two years, and had admittedly been without physical affection for longer than that. Alan wasn’t the first man she had ever been with, but their marriage had lasted 20 years, and she had few memories of dating before that.

In the first half of their marriage, Alan had been very attentive, if not the most generous. He took charge in the bedroom in a way that made Marla melt, and she had genuinely enjoyed the experience every time. While thinking about Alan for too long was painful, the memories of those early sessions in the bedroom still got her blood moving. After that, of course, she had begun to hear more and more rumors that Alan was chasing other women, as he had gradually lost interest in his wife, all culminating in the divorce bombshell.

Marla’s desires had never really gone away, though she had always remained faithful to her husband, for all the good that did. She wouldn’t mind finding someone new to try and recreate the good old days. But how, she wondered, do you go about finding a date at 42 years old and 400 pounds on the scale (the last time she’d checked)? Maybe Rose would have advice for that, too.

The two women finished their sandwiches and returned to the office, where Marla noticed with pleasure that a couple of the partners did a double-take in her direction. If she was getting nothing else, at least she was getting some attention.

Marla clocked out in the afternoon and squeezed into her car for the drive home. She still felt a little out of place in Rose’s affluent neighborhood, but it was starting to feel less like being a fish out of water and more like being a kid at Disney World. Rose was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch when she arrived, her long blonde hair partly covered by a hat. The two women smiled and waved at each other as Marla turned into the driveway. Rose followed her into the big garage.

“My my, Marla, you’re looking like a tall drink of water,” said Rose, who raised her glass of ice water, showing off her red-painted nails, as Marla pulled herself out of her car. “Or maybe a tall glass of wine — I love that color on you.”

Marla blushed — it meant more coming from Rose than it did from her coworker. “You’re too sweet!”

“I mean it! I left for work at the crack of dawn this morning so I didn’t get to see your outfit. You look like you’re ready to go out on the town!”

Marla laughed. “I just got home! Let me sit down for a moment!”

Rose smirked. “Not happening, honey. We’re going out for happy hour, I know this darling little place only five minutes from the house! I’ll drive us.”

“On a Monday? Rose, you’re so bad, I couldn’t possibly…”

“Sure you could! What’s one margarita?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“Yes!” Rose downed the rest of her glass of water, then tossed the remaining ice cubes into the flower beds. “Just the two of us, though — Jade’s about to leave for work.”

Right after Rose spoke, Marla’s daughter emerged from the house into the garage, dressed for her evening waitressing shift in a polo shirt and a dark skirt. “Oh, hi Mom, hi Aunt Rose!”

“Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It…it was great, mom. I didn’t sleep very well so I took a nap on the balcony. I don’t look too sunburned, do I?”

Rose laughed. “Not at all! You’re getting a lovely tan, Jade, there’s no red on you that I can see.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, Ma’am!” Jade smiled, but Marla noticed there was something awkward about it, like she was intimidated by her aunt — maybe that’s why she called her Ma’am? But Rose intimidated a lot of people, and Marla supposed that her daughter was still adjusting to the fancy new house.

“I’m closing tonight, so I’ll probably see you guys in the morning,” said Jade, walking to her car.

Rose blew a kiss in the young woman’s direction, and Marla smiled and did the same.

“Now that it’s just us older, wiser ladies, let’s go cause some trouble!” said Rose, wickedly.

An hour later, the two ladies were laughing it up on a bar patio, with multiple empty margarita glasses on the table. As usual, Rose hadn’t been stingy on the appetizers, and Marla had been happy to enjoy them before the main course.

“And then,” Rose said, smiling wickedly, “the other side’s client said, ‘What do you mean there’s a liberandi causa, what does a gay piano player have to do with any of this shit?”

Marla laughed so hard that she snorted water into her nose; fortunately she hadn’t just taken a sip of her margarita. She hadn’t fully understood the joke, but Rose’s delivery was incredible. “He did not!”

“And then he was like, ‘What am I paying you sharks for?’ and they had to talk him out of fleeing the country and living on an unregistered boat. God, we did screw him, to be fair.”

“It sounds like he got what was coming for him!”

“Oh, he did, his company made every wrong move in the book. But mostly he just annoyed me enough to set my eyes on him, and once that happens, I’m gonna get what I want.” Rose took a long sip of her drink.

“God, Rose, pardon my French, but where did you get such a set of lady balls?”

Rose laughed. “I don’t know if I’d call it balls, though I’ve arguably got more than my idiot brother ever did. It’s just a little confidence, a lot of focus, and a reminder to myself that just because someone thinks they’re better than me, doesn’t make it so.”

“Wow, you make it sound easy!”

“Well, it isn’t. I had to work for it for years, and no one can take it away from me.” Rose frowned, showing a glimpse of the look she gave when someone displeased her. Marla quickly averted her eyes, feeling worried that she had offended Rose somehow.

The blonde woman’s expression brightened. “But the result is that I have a beautiful house, a high-powered job, and a lovely lady who will have some girl time with me!” She raised her glass, and Marla clinked it, relieved. “Now, let’s find that lazy-ass waiter, I want some pool time before the sun goes down!”

“Ooh, good idea!” Marla slowly started to stand up, her chair creaking noisily against the cement of the patio as she pushed it backward. She held onto the table carefully extricated her massive behind, and her sunglasses toppled from her head to the ground.

“Want me to pick those up for you?”

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Marla said. She bent toward the ground, her belly getting in the way, and suddenly felt a sharp spasm of pain in her back. She winced and stumbled forward and heard a dreadful ripping sound. Her cheeks began to glow red and she frantically used the table to pull herself back up.

Rose was on her feet in an instant, moving rapidly despite her own size. She snatched up the sunglasses and got behind Marla, helping to steady her and covering her from the eyes of the other patrons, many of whom were looking in their direction. “Are you okay?”

Marla winced, then nodded halfheartedly. “Oh God,” she whispered, “I’m embarrassed.”

Rose glanced down at Marla’s bottom. “It’s okay, it’s just your pants, and they’re covered by the dress.” she said back. “Nothing to worry about, just a freak accident.”

“The freak being me.” Marla thought, sadly.

“Why don’t you go back and start the air conditioning in the car? I’ll settle our bill and then we can hit the road!”

Marla nodded. “Thank you, so much.” She waddled to the parking lot, carefully holding her dress down over her enormous butt and avoiding bending too much. She heard Rose remotely unlock the Mercedes-Benz and bent herself into it, wincing at the pain lingering in her back. Rose had thoughtfully adjusted the seat all the way back and put up the armrests before they had left the house, so Marla was able to get somewhat comfortable.

She couldn’t see the seat of her pants, but with some difficulty, she was able to reach back and feel around. Marla was able to tug at the fabric in a way that suggested a long tear, right along her crack. She began to feel tears welling up out of frustration.

Fortunately, Rose entered the car only a moment later. “Marla, I just want to say, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It could happen to anyone, and no one saw anything.”

Marla felt a little better. “Are you sure? The whole patio didn’t get a view of my butt?”

Rose smiled and shook her head. “Your dress covered it, I think the only one who caught a glimpse of your undies was me.”

“Why did I think dressing like this was a good idea?”

Rose glared at her. “Don’t say things like that. It’s not your fault. If anyone should be upset, it’s me! I took you to that store, and they went and sold you a pair of leggings with loose thread. I’m calling the store and getting a refund!”

Marla couldn’t help but laugh at that, though part of her believed Rose would actually do it. The car ride home was quiet, though Marla thanked Rose several times for springing into action to help her.

When they got home, Marla bent to exit the car and felt another spasm of pain. “God, that smarts!”

Rose came around the car to help her. “I hate it when that happens — life insists on reminding you that you’re over forty. Luckily, you’re living in the house of a gal who took a brief massage course! I’ve got some soothing lotion I can put on you.”

“You’d do that?”

“What are housemates for?” They shuffled into the house, and Marla stopped by the bathroom to look at her pants in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a rip in the center that ran half the height of her butt, exposing her opaque lavender panties. The dress, at least, was fully intact.

“Come here, Marla, lie down on the floor.”

“Let me just get changed!”

“Why? I’ve already seen it, and it’s not like any of your business is exposed. I’m not here to judge you.”

Marla figured there was some sense in that, so she waddled out of the bathroom and to the living room, where Rose had laid down a folded blanket and some pillows for extra padding. She walked over to it and began to lower herself down, trying to avoid aggravating her back. Rose was selecting some lotion from a cabinet.

“Marla, you should take off your dress.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t rub this lotion into the fabric, can I?”

Marla shrugged and turned away from the blonde woman, glancing warily at the windows that displayed the privacy fence. She pulled the dress up over her belly, then raised it over her shoulders and pulled it off, placing it neatly on the couch. Before her, her monstrous breasts spilled out onto her belly inside a drab white bra, reminding her that they had grown too large for DD cups long ago. She sank her body onto the blanket, hoping that Rose meant what she said about not judging her.

Rose gazed down at the larger woman. On the ground and only in her pants, Marla looked as if she had melted. Beneath her black pants, her thighs were as big around as a skinny woman’s waist, tapering down to thinner ankles. Her ass was her widest feature — the two pillows of fat on either side of the tear in her pants were large enough to balance a cocktail tray and wide enough to measure in feet, not inches.

Without a dress covering her body, the cascading rolls of fat on Marla’s back and sides were on full display. Her largest feature – her gargantuan belly – billowed to the sides of her body. With all the padding on her front, Marla had difficulty putting her head to the floor comfortably, so she rested it on the two thick pillows that Rose had provided. Her curly, well-kept brown locks cascaded around her, shifting with each slow, heavy breath.

Rose smiled and knelt down next to her sister-in-law. “Tell me if any of this hurts too much, Marla. But I think you’re going to like what I can do.” She squeezed some lotion onto the huge woman’s back and began to knead her flesh with surprisingly strong hands. Her fingertips expertly targeted Marla’s pressure points, the red-painted nails clipped short and never scratching her.

Marla was transported, her earlier embarrassment practically forgotten, as Rose worked along her spine and shoulders. Rose wasn’t afraid to be aggressive with her hands, creating tension and then releasing it, but the effect was glorious. Marla felt like she was turning into putty in the blonde woman’s hands. It was all she could do to keep from moaning loudly; she tried to keep it quiet, not wanting to displease Rose.

Rose spent a full fifteen minutes on Marla’s back, covering the innumerable inches and even pulling her pants down slightly to cover her waist. Finally, she stood up and wiped off her hands on a towel. “Does that feel better?”

Marla nodded heavily into her pillows, then slowly rolled over, her breasts and her multiple belly rolls quaking. “God, Rose, that was the best back rub I’ve ever gotten!”

“Really? That’s a shame,” said Rose, offering a hand to help her up. “I don’t have any formal training. We need to get you a spa day with a professional so you can learn what the genuine article feels like!”

Marla smiled, covering up her breasts and stomach rolls, which made her belly button virtually invisible. The lowest part of her belly covered the crotch of her pants from view. “I’d just as soon save the money — can I just beg you on my hands and knees for another one sometime?”

Rose flashed a wicked, subtle smile. “You’ll want to let that lotion sit for a little while, then I’d recommend washing it off in a nice hot bath. Here, from my personal stash.” She handed Rose a package of bath salts and a small box of chocolates.

“You are too good to me!” said Marla. She took the chocolates and bubble bath in one hand, using the other to keep the blanket wrapped most of the way around her body, then walked to her bedroom suite and shut the door behind her.

It had been years since Marla had enjoyed a proper bath. She had formerly enjoyed them immensely, but once she became unable to fit her entire butt into the tub at her old house, she’d thought they were a thing of the past. But the bathtub in her suite was built for at least two average-sized people to fit without even touching. It even had steps and handles to help the occupant get in!

Marla turned on the hot water and flung some of the bath salts into the tub. She then reached around and unhooked her bra with her chubby fingers, causing her breasts to rapidly spill out. Letting the girls free always made her feel far more comfortable, and this bra had been feeling rather tight — she was probably due to restock.

She leaned against the wall and pulled down her torn leggings and the sweaty panties underneath, pleasantly surprised to find that her back pain was barely noticeable. Marla examined the leggings and shrugged: Rose might be right, the pants could have had a loose thread before. She tossed them in the garbage and waddled to the rapidly filling tub.

Once it was filled sufficiently, Marla stepped up to the rim and lowered her body in, one jiggling leg at a time. Steam lifted off of the water and up into the whirring vent fan, and the heat began to make her sweat. She eased herself in the water, gasping at the heat’s burning sensation, which soon gave way to pleasure. Marla was a woman with a lot of skin, and nearly all of it was being stimulated by the lavender-scented bathwater. She was still a little buzzed from the margaritas, and the combination of sensations was incredible. She leaned back onto the edge of the tub as the water submerged her up to her breasts, and turned off the water.

Marla sighed, her brown curls trickling with condensation. She wiped off her hands on a towel, then took the box of chocolates from the counter next to the tub. There were 16 of them in the box. Marla supposed that she shouldn’t eat all of them at once. But on the other hand, she deserved a treat after her unfortunate experience at the restaurant.

Marla decided that she should simply eat the chocolates slowly, and stop when she felt full. One by one, she slipped each melting chocolate between her lips, savoring each flavor: coffee, almonds, raspberry, caramel. After the sixteenth one, Marla licked her fingers clean, and only felt a little guilty about it. But then the feelings started up in earnest.

When Marla had been married, one of the more romantic (though maybe not altruistic) gestures that Alan had regularly made early on was to buy her expensive chocolates after dates and occasions, and sometimes for no reason at all. Usually, not long after Marla had eaten a few, the two of them had ended up in bed, where Alan was, admittedly, very good at fucking her. She could still vividly remember lying bent over on the bed, holding onto the posts of the headboard while her husband pounded her from behind, the taste of chocolate still on her lips.

Now the itch was there. It usually came out when Marla reminisced about the sex she used to have, though sometimes it came about from something silly — a character on a TV show, smelling a certain cologne, or eating from a box of chocolates. Sometimes she got it from nothing at all, and while she would never admit it, it had been coming frequently over the past year — maybe the sign of a midlife crisis. It had started to ramp up subtly — and uncomfortably — during Rose’s incredible back rub, then continued to grow.

Even in the hot confines of the tub, Marla could feel warmth and swelling between her legs. Submerged just beneath the water, her nipples were beginning to stiffen. She could feel her heart rate speeding up, not only from the hot water.

Marla glanced toward the open doorway of the bathroom into her bedroom, though she couldn’t see the bedroom door. Had she made sure it was closed and locked? She had been distracted after all. What if she was caught in an embarrassing situation?

There had been times when Marla was less concerned about being caught: a few times, when she had attended Alan’s work parties, he had led her to an abandoned office, sometimes not even his own, and done her on a desk with the door open. The thrill had made the whole thing hot as hell. But this was different — Marla was sure that if Rose saw or even pictured Marla’s enormous body touching herself, she would no doubt be disgusted.

Marla’s pussy was throbbing now. She was sure that she had locked the bedroom door, and at any rate, no one was likely to barge in unannounced. And the bathroom fan was running — surely they wouldn’t be able to hear anything. No. It was fine. And the itch wasn’t going away.

Marla closed her eyes and moved her hands downward through the bathwater. She spread her legs against the sides of the tub, pulled the bottom fold of her belly upward with her left hand, and sought out her vulva with the meaty fingers of her right. She found her clit, and began to massage it slowly.

Marla’s mind began to wander, as she tried to think of some memory or fantasy that would help her hands do the job. She had vivid memories of Alan grabbing her, spreading her legs apart, pushing her up against a dresser, squeezing her boobs roughly, pinching her ass. They were definitely sexy, but thinking about the man who had betrayed her was not. Marla’s usual method was to imagine similar situations, but with a different man’s face — maybe a famous actor, or a well-heeled client of the accounting firm, or a handsome young stranger she had happened to spy at a restaurant.

Marla settled on a face, loosely based on that of a muscular delivery boy in his early twenties who had always treated her warmly, even flirtatiously, when he brought documents to the office. Marla suspected he mostly did it because she offered him a sugar cookie each time, but for this purpose, she could believe it was real.

In her fantasy, Marla imagined that a strong man with that face invited her to his apartment, then kissed her and held her tight, assuming control over her body. He slowly peeled off her blouse and bra, not put off by the mountains of flesh underneath. “Gorgeous,” he said. Then he kissed her tenderly on her neck and her breasts, before easily pulling off her skirt and panties. He squeezed her ass, give it a light slap, and prodded her gently but firmly toward the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, he let Marla remove his shirt and pants, kissing her all the while. His muscles were hard and chiseled, and he was able to manipulate her body at will, lowering her to her knees. She pulled down his briefs and greeted his long, thick cock with a kiss, and he told her to take it into her mouth. She did so willingly and enthusiastically, but not for too long, so that it wouldn’t hurt her knees (why Marla couldn’t get over this idea in her own fantasies, she didn’t know.)

He helped Marla up with his muscular arms and quickly lowered her to the bed, causing it to bounce. He shoved her thighs apart, then fluttered his fingers along them before caressing her clit and the lips of her pussy. “Now you’re mine,” he said, and she nodded her head and moaned.

Back in the tub, Marla was working her own fingers faster, her arm forming circles and splashes in the bathwater. She tried to stifle her moans and sighs, and hoped that the fan would cover up the sound to anyone in the hallway.

In her dream, the man worked on her with his fingers until she was perfectly wet, then pushed her legs up into the air and impaled her with his cock. He didn’t close his eyes or look away as he pounded her — he gazed at her face and breasts with unbridled lust. He gasped and moaned as he shook her flesh, but he didn’t finish yet. With incredible strength, he rolled her onto her stomach on the bed, then entered her pussy again from behind. She was utterly under his power as he took her, kneading her ass with his hands.

Marla was growing more aroused in the tub, but with it came frustration. While the fantasy was hot, she didn’t feel an orgasm on the way. She gritted her teeth, continued to rub her clit, and tried to think harder.

In her dream, the man somehow staved off his own completion and pulled out of her, turning her onto her side. “You’re so sexy,” he said, “I want to get a picture.” He pulled out his phone, and snapped a photo — not in a mocking way, but with genuine lust. “In fact, you’re so hot that I can’t keep you to myself. My roommate’s about to come home.”

“Ooh,” Marla thought,”that’s so naughty!” Marla had never had a threesome of any kind before, and wasn’t sure whether she would ever want to try it, but at this point, her subconscious mind was in control, with her in the passenger’s seat.

In the fantasy, she put a sheet over her body just before the man’s roommate — a young, handsome man like himself — entered the room, already half naked. He nodded with a grin at the first man, and then — crap. Marla lost control of the fantasy and her mind betrayed her. The roommate looked down at her and smirked. “Goddamn,” he said, “did you beach a whale?”

Marla’s cheeks reddened in fantasy and in real life. In the fantasy that was going off the rails, she stood up again and looked down at her body, and she was back to being fully clothed – almost.

The first man looked at her from the side and laughed. “Looks like the whale had a wardrobe malfunction!”

Marla looked down again in the fantasy and found that her clothing was in disarray. Half of her blouse buttons had popped, leaving her breasts and stomach rolls exposed. She felt behind her to her massive ass, and found that it had torn just as it had at the restaurant, but now she was no longer protected: her blouse didn’t pass her waist, and she wasn’t wearing panties, so her crack was on full display. And she was no longer in a small apartment bedroom, but back at the restaurant patio, where a dozen people were staring at her.

The most messed up part, which was driving Marla crazy, was that she wasn’t turned off by these intrusive thoughts. In fact, her heart was beating harder and her pussy was throbbing with arousal. “Oh God,” thought Marla, “am I actually turned on by this? This is humiliating!” At this point, her fingers were working autonomously, rubbing her clit and circling the edge of her pussy faster and faster. She tried to regain control over her dream with anything, any thought that could take it somewhere normal.

In the fantasy, Marla was fully nude again, but still standing in the patio in front of the first two men and the restaurant patrons. The two men were ogling her breasts, with the first one even pinching and prodding at them. Suddenly, they faded from view, and Marla could feel strong, smooth hands on her body behind her. The fingers stroked her back, ran down the rolls of fat on her sides, and even gently ran the length of her butt crack. Then, one hand reached around and firmly gripped her chest, while the other one ran through her curls before taking a gentle but commanding position at her throat. The hand on her chest had nails painted red.

“I think you’re going to like what I can do,” said the person behind her, and Marla gasped, because it sounded exactly like Rose.

“What?” thought Marla. “But I’m not a lesbian, and she’s my sister-in-law! How did that thought get in my head?” In the fantasy, Rose’s hands kept moving, stimulating her and evoking the feelings she’d had during the back rub. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” – the last one came out spoken, and Marla opened her eyes.

Marla was lying in the water, which was still warm, but no longer hot. Her right hand was still between her legs, and she slowly removed it. She pulled it out of the water and stared at it as if it had betrayed her. Fantasizing about a threesome was one thing, and some sort of weird public nudity or humiliation complex was another, but her own sister-in-law? The woman who had opened her home to Marla and Jade? Why did that enter her subconscious? Marla had never even been with a woman before — fantasized about it, maybe, but who hadn’t?

But, while Marla was mortified to admit it to herself, it was the closest she had gotten to a real orgasm in years. Even when she was young, she had a hard time getting herself off alone. During most of her marriage she could at least cum from sex with Alan. But since that had started drying up several years ago, she had gotten on the roller coaster, but never gotten to the thrill. Marla wasn’t sure if it was some kind of repressed guilt thing, but while she could pleasure herself, she couldn’t go all the way.

No longer feeling relaxed, Marla opened the drain and carefully exited the tub, her fat body glistening with moisture. She ran a towel over her lower half, and was frustrated as she dried her crotch. Sexual thoughts still danced in her head: the thought of being pounded by a cock (or two), being exposed in public, and Rose touching her naked body. Even as she used the toilet and brushed her teeth, she couldn’t get them out of her head.

Marla glanced in her closet for pajamas, but her skin still felt hot, so she only bothered putting on a pair of panties. She checked that the door was locked, concerned that Rose or Jade might walk in and see her practically naked, then climbed into her king bed and flipped on the TV. It was only 8:30 PM, but she felt that Rose would sense awkward tension if they saw each other. After three hours of reality shows, Marla finally fell asleep, her hand absentmindedly at her crotch.

When Marla woke to her alarm clock the next morning, she immediately felt sure that during the night, her subconscious had continued exploring her sexual side, though she couldn’t remember any of the dreams in detail. Her panties were wet, and not just with sweat, and she felt that she had slept fitfully. Marla had the uncomfortable feeling that her dreams had involved Rose.

Marla dressed herself much more traditionally than she had the previous day, in a frumpy blouse and cardigan and bulky pants, with no jewelry and only a touch of makeup. She made her way to the kitchen in a quiet house, realizing that Jade was likely sleeping in and Rose would already have left for work. Marla heated up some frozen waffles, ate them quickly with a generous helping of syrup, and left the house.

It was rainy that Thursday morning, and Marla’s old car was behaving sluggishly as she drove downtown. She parked at the indoor garage and walked into the office, clocking in just barely on time. Her drab clothes and lack of a smile this morning must have been noticeable to Nadia, because Marla saw the nasty bitch smirk out of the corner of her eye when she walked in.

A delivery man stopped in to drop off some documents, and while he wasn’t the hunky one, Marla still felt her loins tingle as she signed for the package and her memories of last night returned. It distracted her for most of the morning, even as she tried to keep occupied with work.

A useful, if not particularly pleasant distraction, presented itself in the form of Bill, one of the accountants who was angling to make partner. “Marla, I need you for something,” he said as he approached her desk. Bill was a popular man among the higher-ups, despite his early-onset baldness and a slight beer gut. He wasn’t the brightest, but he was good at landing clients, as well as landing some of the younger support staff in bed with him. Bill had never made a pass at Marla, however, and she didn’t think she would’ve accepted it even in her loneliest moments.

“What can I do for ya, Bill?” Marla asked tiredly.

He held out the package she had signed for earlier. “That delivery bozo brought us the wrong documents. And you signed for them without noticing. Way to go.”

“Oh jeez, I’m so sorry…”

“Sure, whatever. It’s mostly ’cause of his problem or the client’s problem, but it’s also your problem, and this shit is time-sensitive, so I’m not letting it become my problem.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“You have a car, right? Drive to the other side of downtown and bring these back, then pick up the right ones and bring them back here. Simple enough?”

Marla nodded and slowly stood up. “Simple enough, I’ll fix it.”

“Remember, the clock is ticking. Don’t get distracted by a donut shop or anything, just get it done.” Bill dropped the package on her desk and walked away.

Marla seethed. That comment definitely seemed like it was dipping a toe into harassment territory, but nothing would come of it. Bill had an on-again, off-again thing with Heidi in HR, and right now it seemed like it was on-again. Bill wasn’t worth the trouble, anyway. Marla put the package in her purse, let Penny know where she was going, and waddled to the parking garage.

Rain was still falling in the city, and Marla was not enjoying the drive. Everyone else seemed to be either bad at driving or in a bad mood today, to add to her laundry list of distractions. At the end of a long stretch of avenue, she was following a Lincoln when the driver suddenly turned on their signal and heavily hit the brakes. Marla slammed on her own brake immediately, but she heard a grinding sound as her wheels slowed, but kept spinning.

THUMP. The front bumper of Marla’s old car struck the back of the Lincoln and both cars stopped. Marla felt a lurch as her body was pushed forward, but her seatbelt held. Fortunately, face didn’t fly into her steering wheel, because unfortunately, the airbag did not deploy.

It was a light hit, but Marla’s heart was racing. She turned her neck to the sides rapidly to make sure it wasn’t injured, then scrambled to extricate herself from her seatbelt. She opened the door of the car to look at the damage.

“Oh God, oh crap!” said Marla, shaking. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t by any means good. There was an enormous dent in the rear bumper of the Lincoln, with the trunk looking rumpled and the license plate barely holding on. Marla’s car was worse off: her left headlight had been obliterated, her license plate had come off completely, and the hood and bumper looked crunched.

The door of the Lincoln opened and a tall, younger woman emerged, looking uninjured but completely furious. It also appeared that she had spilled a small amount of coffee on an expensive blazer. “What the fuck was that?!” she spat at Marla. “You fucking rear-ended me!”

“I’m sorry!” Shit, that was basically an admission of guilt. “I don’t know what happened!”

“You trashed my car, bitch,” said the woman. “I need your insurance information now, or I’m calling the police.”

Marla scrambled back to her own car and pulled the card out of her glove compartment. The woman snatched it out of her hand, snapped a picture with her phone, thrust the card back, and began dialing.

“Oh God,” said Marla again, as the rain began soaking her hair and clothes. “What do I do?” She considered her steps. She would have to call the insurance company to tell them what happened. The office had to be informed about the setback — Bill would chew her out either way, but it would be far worse if she told him later rather than sooner. She’d have to call a tow truck to get the car out of the busy street. Tears began to mix with the rainwater on Marla’s face. Alan had always known how to handle situations like this. Marla pulled out her own phone and robotically dialed.

After several rings, Rose answered curtly on the other end. “Marla, what’s going on?”

Marla wiped her eyes and sat down in her front seat, her legs facing out of the battered car. “Rose…God, I’m so sorry to bother you at work with this.”

“What is it?”

“I got in a car accident downtown. No one is hurt, but my car is banged up and I think the brakes don’t work. There’s this…sniff…woman in the other car, she’s so pissed…sniff…and I’m supposed to be delivering something for work…”

“That sounds awful. Tell me where you are.”

“What? No, you don’t need to help me, I don’t know why I even called you…this is my responsibility, I’m sorry…”

“Marla. Where are you right now?”

Marla sniffed, wiped away more tears and water, and gave her the address.

“I’ll be there in four minutes.” Rose hung up.

Marla was so shocked that she stopped crying, and just stared at her phone. She could count on one hand the number of people who would drop everything to help her — how could Rose be so generous? A memory of the fantasy from last night intruded into her mind, and she quickly shook it off.

Within four minutes, Rose pulled up in her Mercedes right behind Marla. She exited the car, opened an umbrella and walked up swiftly. “Goodness, are you all right, Marla?”

Marla stood up. “I think so — my back hurts a little, but God, Rose, I’m so mortified.”

Rose wrapped her in a half-hug, her left hand still gripping the umbrella. “Accidents happen, Marla!” She glanced at the Mercedes. “Oof, you couldn’t have hit a junker? Kidding, of course! Now, why don’t you work your muscles to make sure you’re not hurt while I figure this out. You said you need to deliver something for work?”

“Y-yes, it’s a very important package…d-documents…”

“There’s a courier service I use. Fastest in the city.” Rose rapidly typed a text message and sent it. “They’ll take care of your package. I can get a tow truck here shortly after. Did you give her your insurance?” She gestured to the Mercedes.

“I did, she took a picture.”

“Let me talk this out with her.” Rose had that determined look in her eyes that Marla had seen many times before. The lawyer marched over to the Mercedes and knocked on the window.

“Oh, Jesus,” said the woman in the car, exiting it, “Rose Hendricks? What are you doing here?”

“Hello, Traci. I was on lunch when I got a call from my sister-in-law,” she said, gesturing back toward Marla.

Marla couldn’t be sure from this distance, but she thought she saw the woman’s face droop. “I see,” said the woman. “Is she all right? She dinged my Benz pretty fucking good, Rose.”

“She’s fine, thank God. Let’s you and me talk about this.” Rose and the woman began talking rapidly and quietly. Marla angled to hear what they were saying, but couldn’t make it out over the traffic and the rain. She doubted that even Rose could get her off the hook for this — a crash like that is the rear-ender’s fault 99 times out of 100.

After a few moments, Rose returned to Marla’s car. “Sure you’re okay, Marla?”

“Yes, nothing wrong that wasn’t before.”

“It’s going to ding your insurance, but not as bad as it could have. Traci’s open to reason, fortunately.”

“Oh my God, thank you!”

“Now, let’s get you a tow truck.” Rose got on the phone and began barking orders.

“Excuse me, Ma’am.” Marla turned, and a young man was walking up to her car, holding an umbrella of his own. “I was sent here to grab a package?”

“Holy cow, you are fast!” said Marla.

“You bet, Ma’am! Could you please provide me with the package and the details?

Marla quickly handed him the documents and pointed out the addresses on the cardboard. “Thank you so much!”

“All part of the job, Ma’am.” The courier tipped his baseball cap and walked back to his car, parked not far behind Rose’s.

Within a few minutes, Traci had driven away in her dented car, and a tow truck arrived not long afterward. Rose spoke rapidly with the driver for a few minutes, then told Marla to remove her personal items from the car. Once that was done, the tow truck pulled the old junker away, leaving Rose and Marla alone.

“Now, let’s get you home and dried off,” said Rose.

“What? But I need to get back to work!”

“Your errand is taken care of, Marla, and your clothes are soaked. I think they can spare you.”

“I don’t think my bosses will go for that…”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Give me their phone number.” Marla did so reluctantly, and Rose dialed it. “Hello, I need to speak with whoever supervises the administrative staff…yes, this is Rose Hendricks, I’m Marla Hendricks’ sister-in-law…her marital status is not your concern. I’m calling because Marla has been in a car accident and suffered minor injuries. She needs to rest for the remainder of the day…don’t take that tone with me…I assure you that I can. I’m with the firm of Baker & Schulman…yes, that one…I’m sure you can figure it out…yes, I’m glad we see eye-to-eye…good. Thank you.” Rose turned to Marla. “You’ve got the rest of the day off. Let’s go.”

Marla was tongue-tied, so she simply piled into Rose’s car. “Rose, you shouldn’t have…you’ve done so much for me, thank you!”

“Pssh, that was nothing. You should see what I have to deal with at work.”

“Don’t you have to get back? You don’t need to take this time to bring me home, I could take a cab…”

“I can finish the day from home. Let’s make sure you’re okay, and then we can worry about what comes after.”

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the garage, and Rose made sure that Marla was still walking normally as she got out of the car. Jade’s car was gone — Marla recalled that she had a noon to eight shift that day.

“It’s noon, Marla, have you eaten lunch yet?”

“No, I think I could use a bite.”

“Let me heat up a frozen pizza — you go get changed.”

Marla nodded and went to her bedroom, stripping off her wet clothes. She sat on the couch in her underwear for several minutes, breathing deeply to calm herself down. She toweled off her hair, and was just putting on her fluffy robe when Rose opened the door.

“Knock-knock,” said Rose, holding a plate that contained most of the pizza.

Marla quickly finished tying her robe, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing. “Oh, uh, thank you Rose, I was just coming out.”

“I just thought you might want it in your room — you’ve had a hell of a day,” said the blonde woman, handing her the pizza. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Marla nodded, though her double chin quivered slightly. “Yes, it was just a really, well, shitty, day.” She sat back on the couch and took a large bite of a slice of pizza, and began to feel better. “That car is already so expensive for me, and now I’m gonna have to get a rental…”

“I’ll give you a ride next week, if you’re willing to get up early.”

“You’d do that?”

“Sure, it’s on my way. And on days when Jade doesn’t work, you can just take her car.”

“Rose, you’re so good to me. I don’t understand it. I mean, you took care of everything!” Marla finished one slice of pizza and quickly went to work on the next one.

“You’re family, and you’re staying in my house. It’s nothing!”

“But you did it so easily! You didn’t even hesitate, Rose!”

“Why would I?”

“You’re just so…good at everything! How?”

Rose waved her hand. “Some people, like me, are just like that. As I told you yesterday, I’ve worked at it for years.”

Marla was halfway done with her plate of pizza. “Meanwhile, I’m over here, all scatterbrained, clumsy, and fat as a pig.”

“I’m not so skinny myself,” said Rose, smirking. “But that doesn’t have much to do with anything.” She strode over to the couch and sat down next to Marla. The couch wasn’t a large one, and with two very large ladies on it, there was no way to avoid their hips touching. Rose put a hand on Marla’s shoulder, pressing into it slightly. “Jesus, Marla, you’re carrying so much stress. Did you have that before the accident?”

Marla finished a fourth slice. “What? Well…yes, I was feeling out of it this morning…”

“What’s the matter? You seemed in such a good mood yesterday, apart from your little back incident.”

Marla blushed. “Well…can I be honest with you, Rose?”

“I insist that you do.”

“I had a great time yesterday, but last night, I was feeling a little…lonely.”

“Oh?”

“Well…and this is embarrassing, I shouldn’t have…”

“Go on. It’s just us girls, honey.”

Marla finished her pizza and set the plate on an end table. “Okay, so — and stop me if this is too much — after Alan left, and even before that, I haven’t gotten…satisfaction.”

Rose cocked an eyebrow. “How so?”

“You know…in…bed.”

“Ah, I see.” To Marla’s relief, Rose didn’t look disgusted at all, and continued to keep a supportive hand on her shoulder.

“And it’s not like I don’t try to, you know, help myself out, to scratch my itch, but…”

“But what?”

“It just doesn’t get the job done, if you get what I’m saying. I don’t, um, go all the way, when I’m by myself.”

“I think I understand, Marla. It’s okay.”

Marla couldn’t look at her. “Oh God, you must think I’m a freak, or a pervert!”

Rose laughed. “The whole world is made of freaks and perverts, Marla. I’m not judging you at all..”

“But, I mean, there’s more…I’ve been having these…gosh, I feel so weird telling you this…weird fantasies, lately. I thought this stuff would get easier as I got older, but it’s the opposite, and it’s stressing me out!”

Rose gave her a side-hug. “See, aren’t you glad you got that off your chest?”

Marla considered it. “Yes, I suppose I have. You won’t judge me, or tell anyone, will you?”

Rose shook her head. “It’s between you and me, girlfriend. But I might be able to help you.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing too strange, but I know something that might help, a tool. You see, I’ve had my fair share of liaisons, but sometimes you just need the right tool to get the job done. And I happen to have a couple that I haven’t used.”

“You mean, like, a sex toy?”

“Of course. Haven’t you ever had one?”

Marla shook her head. “Never. Alan didn’t approve of them, said they were no, um, substitute…”

“Yet another reason my brother is an asshole. C’mon, let me show you.” Rose stood up and took Marla by the hand. Marla followed, feeling as if she were in a trance, to Rose’s master suite. The blonde woman produced a key from her blazer pocket and unlocked the door.

Marla was impressed by what she saw, having never seen the inside of Rose’s suite. The place branched into several rooms, and the first was a combination lounge-office, with two plush couches, a desk with a computer, and a couple of benches and tables. There were three doors leading into other sections. The left, which was open, led into Rose’s bathroom, larger but similar to Marla’s, with a wall that must have been on the other side. The front door led to the master bedroom, and through it, Marla could see a massive bed with metal posts and a purple duvet cover. The right hand door was closed, and appeared to have a lock of its own.

After Marla entered, Rose got behind her and re-locked the door. “Pardon the paranoia, Marla,” she said, “but I value my privacy and don’t want to leave the slightest chance that someone might enter my suite without permission.”

“Oh, sure, of course.”

“You’re in here now, with my permission, but don’t come back in without it. And don’t touch any of my things without permission.”

“Got it, it’s your house, your rules.”

“Excellent. Now, you go in the bedroom and take a seat while I find you something. No peeking!”

Marla did as she was told. She felt apprehensive about this, but Rose had taken such good care of her over the past few days that she trusted her sister-in-law completely. She sat down on the end of Rose’s bed, which she discovered had a memory foam mattress. The walls had several tasteful and no doubt expensive paintings, the curtains were thick, and the nightstand dressers on either side of the bed were large.

After a minute, Rose entered, holding a small bag in one hand and using the other hand to put away a key into her pocket. She shut the bedroom door behind her. “I think I’ve found one or two things that may help you out.”

“Oh, are you going to show them to me here?”

“Of course. Take off your robe.”

Marla’s jaw dropped. “Wh-what?”

“Did I stutter? Sorry. Take. Off. Your. Robe.”

“B-but, why?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Marla, how am I supposed to teach you how to use it?”

Marla stared at her. “But this is just…well, I guess…I mean, but my body…”

“Marla, it’s just us girls. Just us women. I’ve already seen your practically-naked upper half. And before you say some bullshit about how you’re a fat pig, I’m going to tell you another house rule for my suite: you do not have permission to say things like that about yourself.”

Marla gulped. “Okay…um…, but…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then do as I said.”

Marla couldn’t look at Rose while she did it, but she pulled at the straps of her fluffy robe, undoing the knot that held the two sides together. The robe had been tight on her, and now it pulled apart, revealing her tremendous belly and fat breasts, held in by a gray bra. She slowly pulled the robe down off of her arms, letting it sink behind her. The fat of her belly hung down over her lap, leaving Rose with only a limited view of the sides of her lime green panties.

Rose pursed her lips. “See, I think you look hot, Marla.”

“You…wait, what?”

“Statuesque, even. You’re like a fertility statue. Now, take your bra off for me.”

Marla gaped at her. “But, but, what for?”

Rose glared. “I’d love to help you, Marla, but I need to know what I’m working with, and I need to know that you trust me, so I will not repeat myself again, and I won’t put up with boring questions. Remove your bra.”

Marla almost said something, but bit her tongue. She reached behind her, her back twinging, and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off, letting her massive boobs flop out onto her belly. She briefly covered her nipples with her hands, but realized it might make Rose glare at her again, so she put her hands to her sides.

“You have incredible tits, Marla. If I had that kind of cleavage, I wouldn’t keep it cooped up all the time. Now, stand up.” Marla obeyed, the response feeling more natural. “Panties too.”

Marla gulped, looked at Rose as if there were any sign of leniency, and found none. She put her hands at her waste, stuffed her chubby fingers into the elastic, and bent down, pulling as she went. Her hand grazed her pussy region and she discovered that she was already quite wet — did Rose notice? It wasn’t likely — her belly draped down over most of her mound, which had dark hair, not shaved in some time.

“Good,” said Rose, as Marla stepped out of the panties. “Now, turn around once for me, slowly, all the way around.”

“Um, okay.” Marla slowly began to turn her body clockwise, allowing Rose to get a full view of her jiggling ass and the flab on the back of her thighs. As she turned, she tried to keep her head turned in Rose’s direction so she could watch the blonde’s face for signs of disapproval. While Rose was keeping her face stoic, her eyes and mouth betrayed an almost hungry expression.

“My, my, Marla,” breathed Rose. “I don’t know how, but your ass looks even bigger outside of your pants. In a good way, of course. In a delicious way.”

“Oh, haha, thank you.” Marla blushed, barely believing what she was hearing. In the past several years, she’d received comments on her body from her ex-husband, office rivals, and even nosy strangers, but none of them had ever been to the effect of “delicious.” Along with the thrill of being examined while nude, it was getting her even wetter. Still, she was wondering frantically what Rose would tell her to do next, and self-consciously crossed her arms over her tits. “Uh, Rose, why are you making me do this?”

Rose put her hands on her hips. “I’m almost certain I said I wouldn’t stand for boring questions.”

“Um, I’m sorry, but, but, it’s just that…”

“So many buts with you, you big-butted woman. I didn’t bring you into my room to play twenty questions, I came to help you scratch your itch, and seriously, I’m getting a little tired of all the back talk. Do you want me to help you, or not? And before you answer, please understand that there is only so much time in my day, and I don’t want to waste it dealing with someone who wants my help but won’t follow my simple instructions.”

Marla hung her head. She had seen others on the receiving end of Rose’s fury, and had hoped it would never be aimed at her. At the same time, she was feeling incredibly hot and bothered, and her mind trusted that Rose would help her rediscover the pleasure she so desperately craved. “I…I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“I want your help to…to scratch my itch.”

“Good. I want to give it to you. Will you do as I say? Trusting that I have your best interest at heart, just as I did when I took you in, helped you with your back, and took care of your accident?”

“I…yes, I will, Rose.”

Rose’s lip curled. “I’m glad to hear you say that, and in turn I promise that I will help you not only rediscover what you’re looking for, but exceed it.” She stretched out her arms. “Let’s hug on it!”

Marla looked at Rose with surprise, but it seemed wise not to break her promise right away, so she took her arms off her breasts and fell into the other woman’s embrace. Rose’s body, still fully covered by her pantsuit, was warm and strong, and Marla felt much more secure than she had before, even as her heart raced.

However, Rose did whisper in her ear. “I am going to hold you to your word, though, and I may need to take corrective measures. You understand.” She pecked Marla on the cheek and broke away. “Now, I want you to lie on the bed, on your back.”

Marla obeyed, sitting down on the big bed. She scooted her enormous butt backwards, then bent until she was lying flat. “Is this good?”

“Lovely, but a couple of adjustments. Why don’t you put a pillow under your head, then spread your legs wide for me?”

Marla did as she was told, pulling a pillow from behind her and shifting it under her head. She then slowly spread her legs, leaving her goods on display. She had never felt so naked, not even in last night’s fantasy, with her hairy pussy exposed to this fully clothed woman. Rose was running her eyes over her body, as if planning a strategy.

“Very nice, Marla, though your bush is a bit thick. Judging by the look of your pussy, you’re really enjoying yourself so far, aren’t you?”

Marla blushed and nodded sheepishly.

Rose frowned. “Proper communication is very important to me, Marla. When I ask a verbal question, I expect a verbal response.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

“And I’m a fan of the word ‘okay’. Give me a yes and a full answer, or a no, if you must, understood?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, crap, sorry, I mean, yes, I understand. And, um, yes, I’m…I’m enjoying this! I’m so turned on right now.”

“Much better — I’m counting your slip ups, so make sure to listen carefully. We’re going to test how well you can listen and show restraint, so I want you to place your hands underneath the pillow that your head is on.”

Marla brought her flabby arms back, lifted up her head, and put her hands underneath the pillow, pushing her breasts out even more.

“Good. Now, no matter what happens, no matter how intense the feeling, you are to keep your hands underneath the pillow until I tell you to remove them, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Oh, yes, I understand.”

“Full answers, remember. We can stop at any time if you’re not willing to put in the effort.”

Marla shook her head frantically. “No, please, I don’t want to stop, please keep going, I’ll do what you say.”

“All right, then. Let’s do it.” Rose undid the drawstring bag, and removed something long, plastic, and vaguely shaped like a microphone. Noticing the lack of recognition on Marla’s face, she held it out and said, “You don’t know what this is? This is called a magic wand, Marla. I had this one custom made, very expensive. Don’t be frightened, it’s obviously too big to go inside you, we’re just going to stimulate you from the outside for now.”

Rose set down the bag, stepped to the left side of the bed and stood over Marla’s leg. She leaned over and brought the end of the magic wand between the huge woman’s legs, almost touching her vulva. “Now close your eyes. Are you ready?”

Marla nodded. She didn’t think she could be hornier. “Yes, please.”

Rose smiled faintly and pushed the magic wand against Marla’s clit and pussy. “Good.” She switched it on, and Marla felt a steady, pulsing vibration against her. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced.

“Oh…oh God,” said Marla faintly, “Holy crap.”

“You like it?”

Marla whimpered indistinctly, her body shaking.

“Marla, I’m counting that, answer me!”

“Yes, I like it! Oh, it feels so good!”

“You want to cum, don’t you!”

“I want to cum, yes, please!” gasped Marla

“Oh, you will. You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love it!”

“You love the feeling of this monster against your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do!”

“And that’s not all — you love being naked in front of me like a piece of meat, don’t you? You like being told what do by a strong woman, don’t you? You like being putty in my hands.”

“Mmmmm…”

“Marla…”

“Yes, yes I do, oh God, it feels so dirty but I’ve never felt this good before!” Marla was so focused on the trembling between her legs that she forgot herself, and her hands escaped the pillow, gripping the bedding at her sides.

Rose immediately slowed the vibration setting, but did not remove the wand from Marla’s pussy. “Marla, what were my instructions?”

Marla looked up at her, nerves all over her face. “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t stop!” She quickly replaced her hands under the pillow and locked her fingers together to avoid doing it again.

“I’m not surprised you slipped up,” said Rose, returning the vibrator to a higher setting, “but it’s clear to me that you haven’t internalized the dynamic here, so we are going to reinforce it. For the duration of this time, not only do I require you to follow my instructions and respond in full, verbal answers, but you will address me as Ma’am while you’re in my suite.”

Marla shook as a wave of pleasure surged through her. She couldn’t let Rose down now — the feeling was everything she’d promised and more, and as perverted as it felt, being under the lawyer’s spell was intoxicating. “Okay, I mean, yes…Ma’am!”

Rose began to rhythmically push the wand forward and back, driving Marla to new heights. “Lose yourself, Marla,” she said hypnotically. “Give into it.”

“Oh God,” Marla said. She briefly relaxed her grip on her hands and one of them slipped out of the pillow; she quickly corrected herself.

“You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?!”

“Yes…oooooh…yes, Ma’am, I want it so badly!”

“You’re a big beautiful bitch who wants to cum, aren’t you!”

“Oh…oh…yes, I am!”

“What are you?”

“I’m…I’m a big…beautiful…bitch…Ma’am, and I want to cum!”

Rose turned the vibrator up one setting higher. “You’re mine now, Marla,” she said softly. Louder, she said, “You’re a dirty girl, a sexy slut, who does what she’s told, and your good behavior will be rewarded.”

“Uhhhhhh…I’m a dirty…girl…slut…yes…Ma’am! I’m so close!”

“Now give in, Marla! Cum for me!”

“OOOOHHHHH!” Marla yelled, as a tsunami of pleasure crashed her. She lost all sense of herself and shook up and down and side to side. Her head and breasts bounced, her arms flailed, and her feet kicked the bed. The piles of fat that made up her body quaked as she rode the wave. She clenched her legs together around the vibrator and rode it for all it was worth, oblivious to everything else in the world.

After several minutes and so many sequential orgasms that she lost count, Marla’s body finally began to settle down, her flesh ceasing its shaking. She was breathing heavily, and she still felt horny as hell and bathed in a warm glow.

Marla opened her eyes and took stock of her situation. Her hands had come to rest on her own breasts, completely without her conscious movement. Her thighs felt slick with juices, and she began to feel self-conscious about getting her wetness all over Rose’s duvet cover. She could still hear the vibrator buzzing on the floor — it must have come loose when she had let her legs spread apart, but that also meant that Rose wasn’t holding it. Marla looked toward her feet, and indeed, Rose was gone.

“Rose…” Marla said, breathing heavily. “Are you there? Is…is everything okay?”

From somewhere else in the suite, she heard Rose respond, “Don’t move, Marla. Wait one moment.”

Marla laid her head back down. Even if she had wanted to get up, her legs felt like jelly. “That was…Rose…that was the best thing I’ve ever…oh God.”

A few seconds later, Rose reentered the room, and Marla was stunned yet another time today. The blonde woman was wearing a black lace set of chemise lingerie that closely hugged her ample curves. The chemise was practically see-through at the front, giving Marla a view of Rose’s gorgeous big tits, the nipples barely hidden behind the fabric. Marla had seen Rose in a swimsuit before, of course, but in this outfit and situation, she looked even more sensuous and powerful. Marla basked in Rose’s strong, matronly arms, broad hips, and a heavy but well-proportioned torso. The word “goddess” crossed Marla’s mind.

Then Marla noticed the other thing that Rose was wearing. Just below the hang of her belly, there was what looked like a set of leather panties, and in the center was a long…purple…oh my…dildo. Though Marla had never owned one, she could recognize it easily enough. From what she could see with her limited field of vision, the dildo was ribbed and curved slightly, with some kind of attachments on the top and the bottom.

“Oh God, Rose,” said Marla, putting her hands at her sides to start pushing herself up. “What are you doing?”

“I think the question is ‘whom,’ my lovely slut,” said Rose, her eyes making Marla feel helpless. “And I told you before that you are to call me Ma’am while you are in my suite.”

“Oh…uh, m-Ma’am, I d-don’t…” Marla stammered as she sat up. “Are you…are you wanting to…have sex with me?”

Rose smirked. “Marla, you silly, sexy thing. How very limited, very heteronormative of you — we’ve already been having sex. But I understand your question, and to clarify, I am definitely going to fuck you.”

Marla’s jaw dropped as she tried to find something to say. She could feel the warmth in her pussy rising again and her nipples hardening. “Oh, wow, I’m…I’m just…this is different, I’ve never…”

“Never had a cock in your pussy before? Well I know that’s not true, Jade came out of your womb, did she not?”

“I mean, uh, Ma’am, yes, but I…”

“Never with a woman? Never with me? Well, let me assure you that the basic concept is the same. But I’m very, very good at it.”

Marla gulped. “Are you sure that it’s…I mean, Ma’am, is it…”

Rose clicked her tongue and put her hands on her hips. “Marla, I have been patient with you so far. But number one, it’s obvious that you’re ready for more. Number two, my time is valuable. Number three, you agreed to follow my rules. We can stop right now, you can get out of my suite, and we can never talk about this or do anything like it ever again — that choice, at least, is yours. What’ll it be?”

Marla breathed in deeply. She had been lonely and unsatisfied for so long, and she couldn’t imagine when she would get a chance like this again. She desperately, achingly wanted what Rose had to offer. “I…please, do it, Ma’am.”

“Please do what, my lovely, fat Marla?”

Marla leaned forward towards this vision of a woman. “Please…put that thing in me. Do what you want with me, Ma’am.”

Rose’s lip curled. “Say it like you mean it.”

Marla put her hands together in a pleading motion and bent forward even further, the rolls of her belly folding together. “Please, Ma’am, fuck me. I’ll do what you ask, do what you want with me. I need it so bad.”

Rose’s face brightened. “Good girl. I assure you, I will do what I want with you. Now, stand up.” Marla obeyed, and Rose moved forward. Marla was looking downward, so Rose lifted up her chin with a finger so that she could look in the heavier woman’s eyes. “Kiss me,” she said.

Marla did so, first with a light peck, then sensing that Rose wanted more, offered her open mouth. Rose kissed her back, their tongues meeting in the middle. Marla sucked on the tongue hungrily, wanting to take whatever Rose had to give. Rose wrapped her arms around Marla as they continued kissing, and Marla felt the end of the dildo poking into her belly, causing her to gasp with anticipation.

Rose broke the kiss and pulled backward. “Now, turn around.” Marla did so immediately, her butt bumping into the dildo as she faced the bed. “Bend over, onto the bed.” Marla lowered herself to the bed, ending up with her tits on the wet spot where her pussy had been.

Rose leaned down towards Marla to speak. “I’m going to fuck you, Marla, like you’ve never been fucked before. But first…I told you that if you broke your word to listen and follow my instructions, I would have to take corrective measures. I’m a generous woman, so while I do unfortunately have to discipline you, there will be pleasure, as well as pain.”

Marla’s eyes widened. “I’m…I’m sorry, Rose, what are you…”

SMACK. Rose’s flattened hand impacted on Marla’s massive ass cheek, causing it to jiggle.

“Aah!” Marla cried. “Ma’am, please, why are you spanking me?”

“Because you committed several infractions, my pet, and because it brings me pleasure. And if we’re being honest with ourselves, you’re enjoying this too — don’t be ashamed of it, just revel in it. I think it’s only fair that you accept the consequences of your actions, and that I get some pleasure, in exchange for what I gave you, isn’t it?”

A tear was forming at Marla’s eye, but the painful warmth in her ass from where Rose had hit her was filling her with a shocking thrill. It was true — she was a pervert, and at this point, it would be best to just accept it. “Y-yes, Ma’am. It’s fair. Please do what you want to.”

“Very well. And so that you know how fair I’m being, I will list your mistakes as I smack them into your ass. First, you failed to answer my questions properly at least four times, arguably five.”

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“Owwww! God!” Marla had plenty of ass to go around, and Rose distributed the blows evenly across her cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

“Additionally, you failed to address me as Ma’am at least five times after we established the concept.” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Marla screamed into the bedding to muffle the sound. Rose had switched to her left hand, and Marla found that it was no less dominant than the right.

“You asked boring questions, and while I do prefer that you get clarity rather than make a mistake, I’m still going to punish you for it, because it annoyed me.” *SMACK* *SMACK* Tears were running down Marla’s cheeks now, smearing her makeup. Her pussy was throbbing. “I’m being relatively gentle, Marla, I hope you understand that.”

“It doesn’t feel that gentle, but it does feel dirty.” thought Marla, sniffling. “Yes, Ma’am, I understand.”

“Excellent, because now we’re getting to the most serious violations. Verbal misbehavior is one thing, but blatant physical disobedience is another. I told you to keep your hands underneath that pillow, and I don’t recall ever giving you permission to remove them. Yet your hands escaped three times. Additionally, I ordered you not to move while I was changing, but you sat up on the bed. You work for accountants — how many infractions is that, Marla?”

Marla’s lip was quivering. “F-four, Ma’am.”

“Exactly. But not four spanks. Because your violations were so severe, we’ll have to go a little harder, won’t we? Don’t answer that, I’m sure you agree: five spanks each is fair.”

Marla’s eyes widened as the blows came down, and she could no longer muffle herself. She yelped loudly each time one of Rose’s hands impacted against her gargantuan buttocks. Reflexively, she tried to move her ass out of the way, but it was too big to avoid Rose’s aim. At the end of twenty spanks in a row, Marla was sobbing, but she was returning toward her previous heights of arousal.

Rose surveyed Marla’s reddened ass. She stroked it with her hand, causing the bent-over woman to quiver, then threw in two final SMACKs for good measure. Thirty-five heavy blows was a lot for a beginner, but something about Marla’s ass just called out to be attacked, and Rose looked forward to doing it again. The woman clearly got off on being controlled, humiliated, and punished. “That’s where we’ll stop for now, but please understand that while you’re in my suite, I will no longer hesitate to discipline you.”

She reached down to her bag and removed another item. “But I will make this easier for you. Since you had trouble keeping your hands where I wanted them, we’ll take care of that problem preemptively.” Rose walked to the side of the bed and showed the tearful woman a set of leather cuffs, fastening one of them to Marla’s left wrist. “Won’t that be helpful for you?”

Marla sniffed and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. Thank…thank you, Ma’am. Are you going to fuck me now, Ma’am? Please?”

Rose smiled as she fastened the other cuff to Marla’s right hand. The two cuffs were connected by a metal chain and fastened by simple metal buckles; Marla could get out if she absolutely wanted to, but it seemed unlikely that she would try. “I love how much you want it, Marla. And I’m going to give it to you.”

Rose walked back to the end of the bed, where Marla’s pussy awaited her between her reddened thighs and ass. Rose leaned forward, placed the tip of the dildo against Marla’s wet entrance, and slowly pushed in.

“Oh God, yes,” breathed Marla, feeling utterly helpless with her face down, her hands bound, and her ass on display. “That feels so good, Ma’am. I haven’t had anyone in me for so long…”

“Well, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, you silly slut.” Rose pushed forward further, and the two appendages on the top and bottom of the dildo touched Marla’s flesh — the smaller one on the bottom tapping her clit, and the larger one on top knocking at the brown door between her ass cheeks.

“Omigod,” Marla said rapidly. Suddenly, the contraption began to hum, and she could feel vibrations entering her through her clit, pussy, and anus. Though Alan had brought up the idea a few times, no one but Marla had ever touched her asshole, until now. It was incredible.

Rose began to thrust in and out, starting slow and increasing gradually in tempo. Inside the leather she wore, there was another end to the vibrator, which was stimulating her own clit. The blonde woman breathed deeply, savoring the sensation in her loins and the psychological drug of utterly controlling her sister-in-law.

“You like that…Marla?” asked Rose, gritting her teeth.

“Ohhhhh…yes, Ma’am, please don’t stop fucking me!”

“You needed a cock, didn’t you? You need it so badly! And I’m giving it to you!”

“I did…Ma’am, I do! Oh, it feels so good!”

“Oh, Marla…you thought…you were so…straight laced…” said Rose, panting as she ground her pelvis back and forth. “But don’t…be ashamed…of what you are…”

“What…omigod…what am I, Ma’am?”

“Good…fucking…question…Marla.” Rose was beginning to feel an orgasm approaching herself as she pounded away at Marla’s pussy. “You’re so many…things. You’re a horny slut…aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m a horny slut!”

“You’re a dirty milf…a big bitch who needs to get pounded, who will fucking thank me for it!”

“Yes! Thank you…Ma’am! Ohhh!”

“You’re a pervert…you crave lesbian sex…from your own sister-in-law!”

“Yes, oh yes, Ma’am!” The forbidden lust, the surrender, the pounding in her pussy, all of it was raising Marla higher than even her previous wave of pleasure.

Rose dug her fingers into the sore flesh of Marla’s buttocks. “You’re a slave…to your pussy…you horny bitch! You’ll do…oh God…anything!

“Anything, Ma’am! Please just keep fucking me!”

Rose fucked Marla harder, angling her own clit to catch the dual forces of the vibrator and Marla’s quivering flesh. “You’re my big, fat whore…an enormous piece of ass…who needs to be spanked…and fucked!”

Marla moaned incomprehensibly, her wrists straining against the cuffs that bound her, her body pushing back toward the triple ends of Rose’s dildo. “I need it…so…bad! Yeeeesss!”

“Now you’re mine, Marla, my…oooohhhh…my fucking…aaaaahhhh…pet, and I need you to…aaaaaahhhh…come for me!”

Marla screamed and shook the whole bed with her. Her legs were giving out beneath her and she held on to the bedding with her cuffed hands as she spasmed and wailed. Behind her, Rose was coming as well, pleasure exploding from her pussy. Rose gasped, but she kept her control, thrusting into Marla even as the big brunette bounced up and down. Marla’s orgasm lasted even longer than the one from the magic wand. She didn’t even notice Rose pull out as she continued to dig her hands into the duvet and the memory foam beneath.

Finally, Marla opened her eyes, feeling as if she had just blacked out from the intensity. She slowly tried to move her legs, which were feeling like numb jelly. She thought about getting up, but then remembered that Rose hadn’t given her permission. “Ro…uh, Ma’am?”

“I’m here, Marla,” said Rose. She was sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from the still-prone Marla, unstrapping the dildo from around her waist and sighing in the afterglow of her climax.

“May I…move, Ma’am?”

“You may — roll onto your side and face me.” Rose looked back at Marla as the big woman crawled up onto the bed and lay on her side. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared from the tears and the impact of her face against the bed. Her flabby flesh spilled across her sweat-covered body, with her arms up in the air on either side of her face, still bound together. Her pussy and thighs were drenched in juices.

Rose pursed her list lustfully, but she thought it best to take these things slowly. “Let me get those cuffs off of you, then you may move your arms.” Rose quickly undid the straps, and Marla let her arms sink onto the bed, resting her head on her left arm to gaze at Rose. Rose bent down and kissed her tenderly, and Marla eagerly returned it, letting the blonde’s tongue massage her mouth, before Rose broke away.

“Rose, I…”

Rose glared. “I won’t spank you this time, but I’ll remember that.”

Marla rubbed her sore wrists. “Sorry, Ma’am. I just…can we…can we talk normally, please?”

Rose sighed. “Yes, fine, let’s go to your bedroom. I can’t imagine Jade would pop home, but put your robe on.”

Marla sat up, wincing at her sore ass. She crawled to the end, then swung her legs slowly off the bed and down to the floor. Her robe was hanging on one of the four posts of the bed, and she put it on gingerly, her body sore from the excursion. She didn’t know where her bra and panties were, but she was too exhausted to think about it.

“After you,” said Rose. She unlocked the suite door, and Marla peeked her head out, listening. No sign of Jade. She waddled down the hallway to her own suite, feeling Rose’s powerful presence behind her in the hallway. Marla walked in and sat on the bed, still wincing as her ass hit the mattress.

Rose continued to stand. “So, how are you feeling?”

Marla sighed deeply. “Rose, I…I can’t believe it. I feel so amazing. I don’t…I’ve never been with a woman before, I didn’t think I was…you know…”

“You’re not necessarily anything,” said Rose. “You’re a woman who enjoyed something new. You enjoyed me, you enjoyed being under my control, didn’t you?”

Marla nodded slowly. “I did. Oh, God, I did, so much. That was the best I’ve ever…but I feel so…dirty…and…is this wrong?”

Rose frowned. “Why would it be wrong?”

“Well, you’re my sister-in-law…”

“Ex, technically.”

“You’re my daughter’s aunt…”

“What does that have to do with anything? For something to be wrong, someone has to be hurt? We’re just two women who experienced the pinnacle of pleasure. Who does that hurt? I mean, you may have a sore ass, of course, but that was all part of the fun.”

Marla put her head in her hands. “I don’t know…I mean…Ma’am…crap, Rose…I’m just confused, is all.”

“You loved it when I fucked you, didn’t you?”

“Yes…I loved it.”

“You loved all of it, didn’t you?”

“I…I did. You telling me what to do, all the things you said about my body, the vibrator, the sex, even the…the spanking. You’re so…incredible. You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met.”

“I thought so. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

“I suppose…”

“Good.” Rose walked to Marla and planted a kiss on her cheek, then one on her lips. “It’s a start. But, unfortunately, I don’t have much time for a conversation right now — I have some pressing work matters to attend to in my office, so how about we talk later.” She started to walk toward the door.

“Wait, uh, please!” said Marla.

“Hmmm? Please make it quick, Marla, I wasn’t kidding.”

Marla sighed. “I’m sorry, but what do we…what happens now?”

Rose raised an eyebrow. “What do you want to happen?”

“Well, do you…are we…I mean, what are to each other, or…”

Rose folded her arms. “I enjoyed our time together just now, but I’m a very particular woman with only so much time in the day, Marla. I don’t have simple relationships, I have special arrangements, and if you’re interested in doing this again, I need a certain level of commitment from you. I need more, Marla, and I’m sorry, but I can explain what that means at a later day. But I will tell you this — I find you incredibly gorgeous, and I do hope we can come to an arrangement.”