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Prologue
The electric security gates buzzed open and the British racing green Bentley Continental GT slowly moved forward onto the winding driveway. Wrought iron gates closed behind and the luxury car tyres crunched on the white gravel driveway. Rounding the almost ninety degree bend, Templeton Towers appeared ahead.
It was a clear night; a bright full moon lit the sky. Combined with the panoramic lighting, the mansion looked spectacular.
At the wheel Sir Fred Richards pulled to a standstill in front of the steps leading to the entrance. He killed the motor and looked over at his young wife. Her eyes were closed.
Lucy were home.
The trophy wife just groaned. Theyd attended a party in Leeds, and Lucy had enjoyed the benefits of a never ending supply of Crystal champagne. As a result her pretty head was spinning.
Freddy, she mumbled. help me out, cos, Im shhhoooooooo drunk
Of course darling.
He opened the drivers door, ambled around the stationary Bentley and opened the passenger door. Lucy was sprawled across the seat, her long jet black hair across her face, strands of her mane covering her baby blue eyes. A soft, manicured hand reached out, her twenty two carat diamond wedding ring glittering in the moonlight.
Sir Fred took her hand and hauled her up.
Lucy wobbled on her heels, grabbing hold of her husbands shoulders for support, burying her head in his chest. She almost toppled over into him; Sir Fred reaching out to break the fall.
Careful my dear.
Arm in arm, the couple walked into the mansion. The aging millionaire supported his babelicious wife as she rocked and swayed forward in her drunken walk. He took a generous squeeze of her voluptuous derriere as they entered the entrance hall.
It was soft, squeezy and oh so delicious. In her middle thirties Lucy, ever the party girl, had started to fill out some, and Sir Fred was loving the changes.
Youve grown a nice chubby bottom he thought to himself as he took another squeeze. No doubt his trophy was starting to grow some padding. Her once model-like figure was soft with a bubble butt and a pudgy beginner belly.
You looked quite stunning tonight you know?
She just grunted in response. Lucy was very aware of just how stunning she looked.
With Lucy drunk her husband took advantage and ran his hands around her skin tight cocktail dress. His hand rested on her plump middle and he took a squeeze. Mmmm her tum was packed full of champagne and food theres going to be more there soon
What are you doing? snorted Lucy.
Youve got a full tummy
She groaned. Yeah, I think Im gonna throw up.
He said nothing more but just kept his hand round her middle. It was so warm, so soft, so erotic and full of so much potential.
Slowly they walked up the stairs, around the landing and into the master bedroom. Lucy kicked her £1000 Marc Jacobs designer heels across the room, wriggled her way out of her silk Versace dress, hurled it after the heels and swayed across the room. Naked she looked even more delicious; soft, sexy and with a slight wobble to her curves.
Oh my head hurts groaned Lucy.
Seconds later she fell down onto the bed, wrapped the sheets around her and buried her head in the pillow. Sir Fred smiled indulgently, placed a kiss on her lips and headed into the en-suite bathroom.
Hed just reached the door when his wife slurred, Frrredddddddy! Get into bed with me lover boy
The response was instant. In a shot he was clambering into bed and greedily caressing his beautiful wife. She moaned and groaned under his administrations barely understanding what he was doing to her but knowing it felt so good.
Overall it was the perfect end to a most satisfactory binge for Lucy Richards.
Across town in her newly built, smart, five bedroom detached home a half awake Tracey Harrison padded across the landing and back towards the master bedroom.
Her youngest son had just had a nightmare and shed spent ten minutes assuring a terrified eight year old there really wasnt a monster under the stairs. Eventually hed been persuaded all was safe and the tired mum headed back to her bed.
What was that about? mumbled her husband as she opened the bedroom door.
Just Declan with a nightmare.
Oh.
I gave him some Ribena and hes off to sleep again.
Good.
She dropped back into the warm bed, wrapped a plump arm round her husband, snuggled up and drifted back off to sleep. Before long she was snoring softly and deep in the land of nod.
It was a peaceful, contented sleep for the chubby yummy mummy. Tracey Harrison was fat, contented and happy in middle age.
Lucy Bounces Back
by Samster
by Samster
Prologue
The electric security gates buzzed open and the British racing green Bentley Continental GT slowly moved forward onto the winding driveway. Wrought iron gates closed behind and the luxury car tyres crunched on the white gravel driveway. Rounding the almost ninety degree bend, Templeton Towers appeared ahead.
It was a clear night; a bright full moon lit the sky. Combined with the panoramic lighting, the mansion looked spectacular.
At the wheel Sir Fred Richards pulled to a standstill in front of the steps leading to the entrance. He killed the motor and looked over at his young wife. Her eyes were closed.
Lucy were home.
The trophy wife just groaned. Theyd attended a party in Leeds, and Lucy had enjoyed the benefits of a never ending supply of Crystal champagne. As a result her pretty head was spinning.
Freddy, she mumbled. help me out, cos, Im shhhoooooooo drunk
Of course darling.
He opened the drivers door, ambled around the stationary Bentley and opened the passenger door. Lucy was sprawled across the seat, her long jet black hair across her face, strands of her mane covering her baby blue eyes. A soft, manicured hand reached out, her twenty two carat diamond wedding ring glittering in the moonlight.
Sir Fred took her hand and hauled her up.
Lucy wobbled on her heels, grabbing hold of her husbands shoulders for support, burying her head in his chest. She almost toppled over into him; Sir Fred reaching out to break the fall.
Careful my dear.
Arm in arm, the couple walked into the mansion. The aging millionaire supported his babelicious wife as she rocked and swayed forward in her drunken walk. He took a generous squeeze of her voluptuous derriere as they entered the entrance hall.
It was soft, squeezy and oh so delicious. In her middle thirties Lucy, ever the party girl, had started to fill out some, and Sir Fred was loving the changes.
Youve grown a nice chubby bottom he thought to himself as he took another squeeze. No doubt his trophy was starting to grow some padding. Her once model-like figure was soft with a bubble butt and a pudgy beginner belly.
You looked quite stunning tonight you know?
She just grunted in response. Lucy was very aware of just how stunning she looked.
With Lucy drunk her husband took advantage and ran his hands around her skin tight cocktail dress. His hand rested on her plump middle and he took a squeeze. Mmmm her tum was packed full of champagne and food theres going to be more there soon
What are you doing? snorted Lucy.
Youve got a full tummy
She groaned. Yeah, I think Im gonna throw up.
He said nothing more but just kept his hand round her middle. It was so warm, so soft, so erotic and full of so much potential.
Slowly they walked up the stairs, around the landing and into the master bedroom. Lucy kicked her £1000 Marc Jacobs designer heels across the room, wriggled her way out of her silk Versace dress, hurled it after the heels and swayed across the room. Naked she looked even more delicious; soft, sexy and with a slight wobble to her curves.
Oh my head hurts groaned Lucy.
Seconds later she fell down onto the bed, wrapped the sheets around her and buried her head in the pillow. Sir Fred smiled indulgently, placed a kiss on her lips and headed into the en-suite bathroom.
Hed just reached the door when his wife slurred, Frrredddddddy! Get into bed with me lover boy
The response was instant. In a shot he was clambering into bed and greedily caressing his beautiful wife. She moaned and groaned under his administrations barely understanding what he was doing to her but knowing it felt so good.
Overall it was the perfect end to a most satisfactory binge for Lucy Richards.
Across town in her newly built, smart, five bedroom detached home a half awake Tracey Harrison padded across the landing and back towards the master bedroom.
Her youngest son had just had a nightmare and shed spent ten minutes assuring a terrified eight year old there really wasnt a monster under the stairs. Eventually hed been persuaded all was safe and the tired mum headed back to her bed.
What was that about? mumbled her husband as she opened the bedroom door.
Just Declan with a nightmare.
Oh.
I gave him some Ribena and hes off to sleep again.
Good.
She dropped back into the warm bed, wrapped a plump arm round her husband, snuggled up and drifted back off to sleep. Before long she was snoring softly and deep in the land of nod.
It was a peaceful, contented sleep for the chubby yummy mummy. Tracey Harrison was fat, contented and happy in middle age.
