I still remembered the exact moment Katie walked back into my life wearing that damn dress.
It was a deep emerald green, the kind of fabric that clung like it was painted on. The neckline plunged so low her tits threatened to spill out with every breath. The hem stopped mid-thigh, and when she moved the soft material rode up just enough to flash the bare curve of her ass. No bra. No panties. Just Katie, my ex-wife, standing in the doorway of the lakeside cabin we still co-owned, smiling like she owned the place—and me.
“Miss me, baby?” she asked, voice low and sweet.
I swallowed. “Katie… what the hell are you doing here?”
She stepped inside, hips swaying. “Judy invited me. And you. We’re celebrating. Skinny dipping under the stars, then whatever else happens.” Her eyes flicked down to the front of my shorts. “You’re already hard. Cute.”
Judy appeared behind her—thick, soft, and unapologetically BBW. Full heavy breasts strained against a tight tank top, wide hips and a round belly that made her look powerful rather than soft. Judy was openly lesbian, and the way she looked at Katie made my stomach twist with the familiar cuckold ache.
“She’s been talking about that dress all week,” Judy said, grinning. “Said it was the one that used to make you lose your mind. Still works, huh?”
Katie laughed, turned in a slow circle, and deliberately bent to pick up a dropped towel. The dress rode up. For a full three seconds I stared at her completely bare pussy and the smooth cheeks of her ass. She straightened, caught me looking, and winked.
“Flashing already?” I muttered.
“Get used to it.” Katie walked past me, trailing her fingers across my chest. “Tonight you’re going to watch. And you’re going to do exactly what I say.”
The three of us walked down the wooden path to the private dock. The lake was black and still under a half-moon. Katie didn’t wait. She reached behind her neck, unclipped the dress, and let it fall in a soft green pool at her feet. Completely nude. My ex-wife stood there under the moonlight, tits full and tipped with tight nipples, hips flared, the neat landing strip above her cunt still the same shape I used to kiss every morning.
Judy whistled low. “Fuck, Katie. You’re even hotter than the pictures.”
Katie stepped out of the dress, kicked it aside, and walked naked to the edge of the dock. “Coming, Judy?”
Judy stripped slower—tank top first, then the wide leggings. Her body was all soft curves and heavy flesh: massive soft tits with dark nipples, a rounded belly, thick thighs that rubbed together when she walked. She was beautiful in a completely different way from Katie’s leaner, tighter frame. When Judy was naked she moved straight to Katie and kissed her—deep, hungry, tongues sliding.
I stood there with my cock throbbing inside my shorts, watching my ex-wife make out with a BBW lesbian on the dock of the cabin we once shared as a married couple.
Katie broke the kiss and looked at me over Judy’s shoulder. “Shorts off. Now.”
I hesitated only a second. The old training was still there. I pushed them down and stepped out. My cock sprang up, already leaking.
“Good boy,” Katie said. Then she took Judy’s hand and both of them jumped into the dark water.
Skinny dipping with my nude ex-wife and her BBW lover. The water was cool but not cold. Katie swam over to me, pressed her wet body against mine underwater, and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“Still so fucking hard for me,” she whispered. “Even after the divorce. Even knowing I’m about to fuck Judy in front of you.”
She stroked me slowly under the water while Judy floated closer, her big soft tits brushing my arm. Katie leaned in and kissed Judy again, right there against me, their wet bodies sliding together. I could feel every movement—Katie’s hand still working my shaft while her tongue pushed into Judy’s mouth.
After a few minutes Katie pulled back. “Dock. Now. I want you to see everything.”
We climbed out. Water streamed down Katie’s body. Judy’s heavier frame glistened. Katie pushed Judy down onto the thick outdoor cushions we kept on the dock and straddled her face without hesitation.
“Lick,” Katie ordered.
Judy moaned and buried her tongue in Katie’s cunt. I watched my ex-wife’s head fall back, mouth open, as she ground down on the BBW’s face. Katie’s hands cupped her own tits, squeezing, pinching her nipples while she rode Judy’s mouth.
“Come here,” Katie said to me without looking. “On your knees beside us.”
I dropped. Katie reached over, grabbed my cock again, and started stroking while she kept riding Judy’s tongue. The forced handjob wasn’t forced yet—not really—but the tone in her voice made it clear I didn’t have a choice.
“Faster,” she said. “Milk it for me. I want you dripping while she eats me.”
I stroked myself under her command, watching Judy’s thick thighs spread wider, her own hand disappearing between them to rub her clit. Katie came first—thighs clamping around Judy’s head, a long low moan rolling out of her as she flooded the other woman’s mouth. Judy kept licking through it, greedy.
When Katie finally lifted off, her cunt was shiny and open. She looked down at me, still on my knees with my cock in my hand.
“Don’t come yet. You’re not allowed.”
She turned to Judy. “Your turn. I want to taste that fat pussy.”
Judy laughed, rolled onto her back, and spread her thick thighs. Katie crawled between them and went down without hesitation. I watched my elegant, once-proper ex-wife bury her face in a BBW’s cunt, tongue working, hands gripping the soft flesh of Judy’s hips. Judy moaned loud enough to carry across the water.
Katie lifted her head just long enough to look at me. “Keep stroking. Slow. I want to hear how wet you are for this.”
I did. The wet sound of my fist on my cock mixed with the wetter sounds of Katie eating Judy out. Judy came hard, belly shaking, thighs locking around Katie’s head. Katie kept licking until Judy pushed her away, gasping.
“Shower,” Katie said, standing up. Water and spit and cunt juice still shone on her chin. “All three of us. Now.”
We walked back up the path naked. Inside the cabin the big walk-in shower was already warm. Katie turned the water on and stepped under the spray first. Judy followed, pressing her soft wet body against Katie’s back, big tits flattening against her. Katie reached behind and pulled Judy’s hand around to her cunt.
“Watch,” she told me.
I stood just outside the glass, cock still hard and aching. Katie and Judy kissed under the water, hands roaming. Judy’s thick fingers worked between Katie’s legs while Katie played with Judy’s heavy breasts, lifting them, sucking a dark nipple into her mouth.
Then Katie looked at me through the steam. “Get in. On your knees.”
I stepped under the spray. The water hit my shoulders. Katie pointed to the tiled floor.
“Knees.”
I dropped. She turned so her cunt was right in front of my face, Judy still pressed against her back.
“Lick me clean while Judy plays with my tits.”
I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her folds. She was already soaked again—lake water, Judy’s spit, her own arousal. Katie moaned and pushed her hips forward, fucking my mouth while Judy’s hands reached around to squeeze and roll her nipples.
After a minute Katie stepped back. “Judy. Your turn. Sit on the bench.”
Judy sat on the built-in shower bench, legs spread wide. Her thick pussy was flushed and open. Katie guided my head between those heavy thighs.
“Eat her. Make her come on your tongue while I watch.”
I licked. Judy tasted different—muskier, richer. Her soft belly rested against the top of my head as she ground down on my mouth. Katie stood beside us, one hand in my hair, the other stroking her own clit while she watched me service her BBW lover.
Judy came with a loud, rolling moan, thighs clamping around my ears. When she finally released me, Katie pulled me up by the hair.
“Stand.”
I stood. Katie wrapped her wet fingers around my cock and started stroking—firm, purposeful, the same rhythm she used to use when she wanted me to last. Then she looked at Judy.
“Your hand too.”
Judy reached over with her thicker fingers. Two women—my ex-wife and her BBW lesbian lover—both had their hands on my cock, stroking together under the warm spray. The forced handjob had become shared. Katie set the pace. Judy followed. They worked me until my legs shook.
“Don’t come,” Katie warned. “Not yet.”
She shut the water off. We stepped out, dripping. Katie tossed me a towel but didn’t let me dry off properly. She led us into the open living room where the big sectional faced the glass doors that looked out over the dark lake.
“On your back,” she told me.
I lay down. Katie straddled my chest, facing my feet, and lowered her cunt onto my mouth again. Judy crawled between my legs. I felt her soft, heavy body settle, then the wet heat of her mouth closing around the head of my cock.
Katie rode my face while Judy sucked me. The dual sensation was overwhelming—Katie’s taste on my tongue, Judy’s soft lips and thick tongue working my shaft. Katie reached back and grabbed Judy’s hair, controlling how deep she took me.
“That’s it,” Katie murmured. “Suck my ex-husband’s cock while he eats me. Look at him. He’s so fucking hard for this.”
Judy moaned around my cock. The vibration shot through me. Katie ground down harder, smearing her wetness across my mouth and chin. I licked desperately, trying to keep up.
After several long minutes Katie lifted off my face and turned around so she was straddling me properly. She reached down, lined my cock up, and sank onto it in one slow slide. Her cunt was hot and tight and familiar. Judy moved up beside us, and Katie immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss while she started riding me.
I watched my ex-wife fuck herself on my cock while making out with a BBW lesbian. Katie’s tits bounced. Judy’s heavier breasts swayed as she leaned in to suck on Katie’s nipples. Every time Katie rose and dropped, the wet sound of her cunt filled the room.
“Tell him,” Katie said against Judy’s mouth. “Tell him what you want.”
Judy looked down at me, eyes dark with lust. “I want to sit on your face while she fucks you. And I want you to stay hard for both of us.”
Katie lifted off me just long enough for Judy to straddle my face the other way. The soft weight of her thick thighs settled on either side of my head. Her cunt pressed down. I licked. Katie sank back onto my cock at the same time.
They rode me together—Judy on my mouth, Katie on my cock—kissing each other above me, hands roaming over soft and firm flesh. Katie reached down and started stroking the base of my shaft every time she rose, adding a handjob rhythm to the fucking.
“You’re going to come when I say,” Katie told me. “Not before.”
I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of Judy. I just kept licking, kept thrusting up into Katie as much as she allowed.
They switched positions twice more. At one point Katie made me kneel on the floor while she and Judy sixty-nined on the couch right in front of me. I had to stroke myself slowly under orders, watching their tongues work, watching Judy’s thick body tremble every time Katie sucked on her clit.
Eventually Katie pulled me back onto the couch. She lay back, legs open. Judy straddled her face. Katie reached for my cock again and guided me into her cunt while Judy sat on her mouth.
“Fuck me,” Katie ordered, voice muffled under Judy’s weight. “Hard. I want to feel it while I eat her.”
I thrust. The wet slap of my hips against Katie’s filled the room. Judy moaned and ground down on Katie’s face. Katie’s hands came up to grip Judy’s thick ass, spreading her open while she licked.
I lasted as long as I could. When Katie finally pushed Judy forward a little and looked up at me with shining wet lips, she said the words I’d been waiting for.
“Come. Inside me. Now.”
I buried myself deep and let go. Thick pulses flooded her. Katie kept her legs wrapped around me, holding me there while she finished Judy with her tongue. Judy came with a loud cry, thighs shaking, soft belly quivering.
We stayed tangled for a long time afterward—naked, sweaty, the smell of sex and lake water thick in the air. Katie eventually slid out from under Judy and curled against my side, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my chest.
“Still hard,” she noticed, giving my half-hard cock a gentle squeeze. “Good. Because we’re not done.”
Judy stretched, her heavy breasts shifting. “The guys will be here soon.”
My stomach dropped. “Guys?”
Katie smiled against my shoulder. “Mmm. Bisexual night, baby. Two of Judy’s friends. You’re going to help me welcome them. Handjobs first. Then whatever else I decide.”
She sat up, still completely nude, that same confident ownership in her eyes that she had worn with the damn dress.
“You’re going to be a good cuckold for me tonight,” she said softly. “You’re going to stroke their cocks while they watch me with Judy. And if I tell you to suck one, you will. Clear?”
I looked at my nude ex-wife, at the BBW lesbian lounging beside her, at the green dress still lying in a heap by the door where it had fallen hours earlier.
“Yes,” I said.
Katie leaned down and kissed me—slow, claiming, tasting of Judy and lake water and everything we used to be.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now go open the door when they knock. And stay naked.”
Outside, the lake was still black and quiet. Inside, the night was only getting started.
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