The Next Morning

Carrie lightly slapped your rump. "You making me breakfast?" She asked playfully. You grunted, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. "Hmph. Some wife you're going to be."

She went into the restroom, applying her makeup and getting ready to go back to Texas. She banged on the door. You entered, to see her yoga pants peeled down, exposing her luscious tanned ass globes. She handed you a thick butt plug, with a pink jewel on the end.

"Be a dear and get that inside me." You nodded dumbly, lubing up the plug first.

"Why are you putting this in?"

"Daddy is going to start buttfucking me soon, so I need to be ready. First time since you. I really went up to the varsity level, didn't I?" You nodded, lubing your finger and sliding the digit into Carrie's ass. She moaned as you fingered her for a long moment, gradually adding your middle finger to help stretch her sphincter out. When you were satisfied, you started to push the fat plug inside her. She but her lip, grunting as it was finally seated inside her.

Twenty minutes later, you and Carrie were sitting on the couch, making small talk when your roommate, David Giordano, came into the room. At 6'2 and 380 pounds, he was a perpetual slob. His hair was messy, his beard unkempt, and the corners of his mouth were always stained orange from Cheetos. He normally kept his obese frame hidden in baggy shirts and shorts, but was only in tighty whities today. They were marked with Cheeto stains too. Old Carrie loathed him. Size Queen Carrie viewed him with a mixture of disgust, amusement, and interest, as even David at half-mast was stressing the cotton prison of his briefs.

"I haven't seen you around this summer, Carrie. You still dating him?" He said, gesturing at you.

"No, I dumped him back in June for another guy," Carrie replied. David looked at you sneeringly.

"Bummer, dude. That's probably the best pussy you're ever going to tap."

"He knows," Carrie said at the same time you said "I know." You both laughed. Carrie stood up.

"You need to get these dishes washed. And work on that bathroom, it's disgusting. We'll talk soon." You and David watched her leave.

"Telling you what to do, man, what is she, your mom?"