Bath Bomb, Chapter 8: Wives (Patreon)

Chapter 8 of 16 of my 6th stuck story, Bath Bomb.

CHAPTER 8: WIVES

Lexi rode up the elevator, arms full of leftover catering trays, she felt a little bit evil, bringing even more food to her stuck wife, but they always give her food as she was leaving the restaurant. Or at least that was her excuse. 

“Lori! I’m here!” Lexi shouted from the front door.

“I’m in here! …obviously.” Lori saw a faint light turn on outside the bathroom door.

Lexi dropped the trays on the kitchen counter and threw off her coat and bag, kicking off her shoes as she ran to the bathroom.

It was pitch dark.

“The candles ran out.”

Lexi turned on the light and GASPED so loudly she instantly apologized for how loud she gasped. 

The bathtub was filled with Lori. Overflowing from all sides. 

Lori watched Lexi, frozen in the doorway with her hand over her mouth, blinking. She put her hands on the edge of the tub and gave a few futile pushes to demonstrate, “ahoy Alexandra.”

Lexi pushed the drink cart out of the way and knelt next to the bathtub, soaking her pants in the process.

“Sorry, I flooded the bathroom, I-I displace a lot of volume.”

“I don’t care about that.”

Lexi grabbed her wife’s cheeks and kissed her on the lips.

Lori went tense for a moment, the shock of kissing Lexi like this, not a peck, for the first time in a year and a half. But the tension melted away, the kiss didn’t stop, “howdy Hannalore.” 

Lori reached for Lexi’s top to pull it off over her head. As Lori took off her bra, Lexi pulled down her pants and panties, fumbling with her socks, soaking wet from the bathroom floor, laughing. Lexi, naked, stepped into the far side of the bath, “mind if I join you?”

“If there’s any space left, I’m taking up most of it.”

Barely room to stand between Lori’s feet, Lexi laid down on her wife’s soft cloud belly meeting her face to face with a kiss.

“Not much of a bath I’m afraid,” Lori noted Lexi lying on top of her above the rim of the bathtub, only her legs below the knees dipping into the water by Lori’s feet.

“A perfect bath,” kiss “the most wonderful bath,” kiss “the only bath I’ve ever wanted,” kiss.

Lexi bit Lori’s nipple and sucked on her tit. Lori pinched Lexi’s nipple, sliding her hand down Lexi’s svelte frame between her legs, she was already wet, “did I do that?”

“Who else?” 

“Who knows, maybe your party full of fat models,” Lori gave Lexi a teasing glance.

Lexi bit Lori’s neck, bit her ear, she grabbed her hair to pull her head back for another kiss, more aggressive than their usual lovemaking but overeager and overexcited after their too long break, “you,” kiss, “and only you,” kiss.

Lori moved her two fingers inside Lexi, her thumb on Lexi’s clit, Lexi’s breathing intensified, she held onto the hair on the back of Lori’s head with one hand and grabbed a handful of upper arm fat with the other to brace herself for what was coming. 

Lori twisted Lexi’s nipples and lifted her small wife up so she could penetrate her with her entire hand, Lexi propped herself up by her knees on the edges of the bath to lift herself up so Lori could get the perfect angle, her head was above Lori’s now, her eyes shut tight. Lori loved to watch Lexi’s face tighten when she came, she’d missed that face. 

UNGH UNGH UNGH

Lexi’s legs shook as she came, her hands pawed at Lori’s fat, trying to keep herself upright and steady as she collapsed onto her fat wife.

Face buried in Lori’s tits, Lexi’s heartrate and breathing raced. Laying on Lori’s fat belly, with Lori’s fat arms wrapped around her, Lexi was enveloped in fat, the orgasm and the fat and the situation and the feelings were too much for her and she started crying, “I missed you so much.”

Lori was crying now, “I missed you!”

“Please let’s never be apart again.”

“Never.”