I am 21 years old, 6'1', 285lbs, white guy, probably what most people would classify as a chub. I am turned on by both men and women, but for a while ...y desire to be fucked had outweighed my desire to fuck a girl. I got the courage to post an ad online for some chub and chaser meetup to fuck. The amount of replies and how short of a time it took for me to get them amazed me.I had a few very nice conversations and exchanged a lot of great pictures with guys and eventually made plans to meetup. It was not a forced marriage. I conceded willingly. It was a marriage of political import…that I looked forward to as a means of escape. Do not get me wrong readers, It was by no means a happy consent from my side, It was just that a wife enjoyed a different kind of freedom, one that would never be allowed to a daughter. As is the fashion of a good writer ,I should indulge you with some details. I had been a source of constant worry to my esteemed household since the day I first learnt to. I moved my eyes down to his midsection as he took off his shirt. His abs were firm and sexy as hell. It wasn’t until my eyes went back to what was in front of me when I saw the head of his manhood creeping out of the top of his boxer briefs.The co-ed crowd that had surrounded me and the three guys were silently looking at the situation, waiting for something more to unfold. By now, my flower was leaking so much nectar that my sexy little hot pink panties were soaking wet. Alicia broke. She knew that when he got home, bliss would be theirs many times.She slipped on one of Jim's big old T-shirt that she loved to sleep in, it was large and comfortable on her small frame. She wrapped a towel around her long silky hair, and headed out towards the kitchen for some milk. She was still musing about her husband as she walked. She heard their kitten mewl, and chuckled to see him standing there. She bent down to pat and scratch him in the semi-darkness of the hallway. It then dawned on.