I had stayed home to raise my three children for the last 7 years. I quit a good job working for a large insurance company as a claims adjuster. It was a decision that my husband and I made together. Patrick and I got married following a whirlwind romance. We were fixed up by his sister who I used to work with. I admit that I was settling when I met Patrick. He was a new car salesman and he looked and behaved like the stereotypical car salesman. I had recently ended a long relationship with a guy who had strung me along believing we were going to get married, but masterfully avoiding commitment until he was given an absolute ultimatum to set a date or move on. He chose to move on.

After I had the babies in rapid succession and being home full time, I regrettably put on a lot of weight. I remember how I used to complain because I was so skinny when I was in high school. Ugh! I was a size 6 when I got married. Patrick never made any secret of the fact that he didn't care for "fat chicks". He used to point them out and ridicule them. To my horror, I became one of those fat chicks myself. As Patrick pulled away I found myself at home with little to do but drown my sorrow in food. It became a viscious snowball. The bigger I got, the more he avoided me and the lonelier I felt. I stopped wearing makeup and stopped caring about my hair or the way my clothes looked. Most days I would get up and wash my hair in the sink and put on a jogging suit or sweat pants. Patrick looked at me with disgust and constantly rode me about going on a diet. He even bought me a gym membership for Christmas last year.

Our sex had become so infrequent and Patrick always acted disgusted when I would ask for it. About once a week, Patrick would ask me to suck his cock. Usually while he watched a porno on the bedroom TV. All other physical contact had stopped and I just used my Hitachi magic wand for sexual relief. I always enjoyed giving head and I know that I am good at it, so I didn't refuse him. It is the only physical connection we still had. I always got wet while sucking him and I would play with my clit and pussy while he fucked my mouth.
Last June I had to take one of the kids to the pediatrician up on North Florida Ave, in Tampa near the dealership where Patrick works and we decided to stop at Godfather's Pizza for lunch. There sitting in a both with his back to us was Patrick, having lunch with a pretty young woman who was at least 10 years younger. I could tell by their postures that it wasn't an innocent liaison. Luckily he didn't see us and the kids didn't see him so I whisked the kids out and we went somewhere else. I was devastated, but it confirmed my worse suspicions.

I decided then and there that I was going back to work. I wasn't going to be left high and dry when Patrick finally got around to leaving me and the kids. When he got home that night I didn't mention the fact that I had seen him with his skinny young friend. I was surprised that night when we went to bed that he asked me to give him a blow job. All I could imagine was that his cock was covered with the dried pussy juice of his young slutty coworker. I had no intention of taking that into my mouth. It was the first time that I ever said no. I didn't hesitate. I told him that it seemed like sucking his cock was all I was good for anymore. I told him he should find a whore to do it for him. I also told him I was going to call my old boss and see about getting back to work. I told Patrick that this isn't the life we both imagined and certainly not what I had signed up for when I married him. He grunted and rolled over and went to bed.

I had no trouble getting a job with the firm I had worked for before I had the babies. They were thrilled to have me back and brought me back at a significantly higher salary than I had been making when I left. Some of the people who knew me from before were shocked when they first saw me. I was 120 pounds heavier than I was when I left. Everyone was polite. No one had the nerve to say anything, but I saw the way they looked at me and I caught them whispering.

For the first few weeks I was so focused on learning the new computer system and just re-learning the job, there was no time to socialize. Eventually though I started to talk and meet people and it was really great to have some grown up friends again. I really hit it off with a lady in the cubicle next to me. Laura was a couple of years older than me, divorced, with two teenage kids. Laura is also full figured like me. We are about the same size. She and I began to take breaks and lunches together and talk about the men in our lives.

My marriage at this point was just for financial convenience and for the kids. Patrick and I were civil to each other, but there was no physical or emotional connection. Most nights he fell asleep on the couch. He was staying out late after work and I really didn't care except that I could use more help with the kids and the house.

Laura related to my situation. Her husband left her early in their marriage for another woman. Laura said she would never get married again. She revealed the details of her personal life to me slowly. Making sure she could trust me and also that I wasn't a judgmental prude. Laura was dating several men. Most of them were younger and most of them were thin or average build guys who actually liked larger women. These relationships were purely sexual.

Even though Laura was older than me and overweight she always looked really great and sexy. I told her how awful I felt about myself and she offered to take me shopping. We started hanging out together whenever I could count on Patrick to be home to watch the kids. Laura helped me with my makeup and hair. I began to lose a little weight, but more than that I just felt good about myself and decided that I could be a very sexy size 18.

Laura became bolder with the details of her personal life. I could tell that she took a little pleasure in shocking me with some of the details. I encouraged her to give up the juicy details. I was living vicariously through her and regularly thought about her experiences while me and Mr. Hitachi ran up the electrical bill at home.

One of Laura's most regular and favorite boyfriends met us one day for drinks after work. He was a handsome and fun guy named Jerry. Jerry was openly flirting with me. He wasn't vulgar, but his conversation was interspersed with a lot of sexual innuendo. We moved from the bar to a little table and Jerry took a seat between Laura and I. After a couple of rounds of drinks Jerry's put his hand on my thigh. The deliberate touch of a man made me dizzy and my pussy was instantly moist. Jerry began talking about a night club that he and Laura were going to called Nightmoves and asked me if I wanted to join them. Laura gave him a funny look. I would have probably gone with them, but Patrick was expecting me home. I told them that perhaps some other time.

The next day at work, Laura asked me if Jerry offended me. I told her I thought he was funny and charming. I asked her if they had a good time at the night club. Laura seemed embarrassed. It surprised me, because we talked about everything. Laura told me that Nightmoves was a swingers club. She seemed a little shocked that I didn't know that.

At lunch Laura seemed uncomfortable. I told her that I wasn't a prude and I didn't judge her. I confessed that I had actually suggested to Jerry a few years ago that we try swinging, but he wasn't interested. The ice was now broken and Laura was free to tell me the steamy details of her alternative lifestyle. I asked her if she and Jerry had planned to ask me to join them at the club the night before and she said that it wasn't planned. She said she would be very reluctant to mess up our friendship. I asked her if she was bisexual. She hesitated and said that she wasn't sure what the definition of bisexual was, but if I was asking if she had ever had sex with another woman before, the answer was yes. I told Laura that her friendship meant a lot to me. She had really helped me rediscover myself and find my self esteem. I told her how much I enjoyed our conversations and looking out for me at work. I told he that I wouldn't want to do anything that jeopardized our friendship, but that I really wish I had gone with them last night.

Laura told me that she didn't think I was ready for the club scene. She told me that her ex had the kids the next weekend. She told me to think it over for a couple of days, but if I was serious, I could come hang out with her and Jerry at her home in Brandon Saturday afternoon. I told her I would really like to do that.
I masturbated several times that week fantasizing about the upcoming weekend encounter with Laura and Jerry. Laura seemed nervous and didn't mention her invitation all week. By Friday I was concerned that she had changed her mind or forgotten about it. Just before noon, Laura asked me if I wanted to run out with her for lunch. I accepted and offered to drive to Taco Bell which is just down the block. We decided to go through the driveup and then head to a nearby park to eat. As we pulled into the park, Laura nervously asked me if I was still planning to come over Saturday. I turned and looked at her and said yes, I told her that I thought that she changed her mind. Laura said that she had been thinking about it all week and I admitted that I had too. At that moment she leaned toward me and touched my forearm and we begin to embrace and kiss. The park was full of moms and kids and people enjoying lunch and the summer sun., Laura and I were oblivious to the people and could have cared less who might see us as we french kissed each other and felt each other's tits through our blouses for the next 15 minutes. I wanted Laura to touch my pussy. My panties were soaked, but we didn't have time. We took our lunch back to work and ate at our desks. Laura and I didn't get any work done the rest of the afternoon. We exchanged emails for the rest of the afternoon talking about the excitement over what had just happened and what we were going to do to each other the next day.