The Heart System

Chapter 782: Chapter 782

The kitchen occupied the entire left side of the room.

A marble island nearly the size of my old bedroom stood in the center, surrounded by expensive-looking stools. Stainless steel appliances were built directly into the walls, and cabinets stretched all the way to the ceiling. Behind them, another wall of glass overlooked the backyard, where I could already see part of the swimming pool shimmering under the sunlight.

I slowly turned in a circle.

”Damn...” I said with a grin. ”You weren’t kidding.”

We moved further into the living room. I glanced toward the kitchen and walked over, pulling open the fridge. It was completely full, fresh vegetables, meat, dairy, everything stacked neatly and looking recently stocked.

”I had them refilled while we were on the way,” Carrie said, walking up behind me.

”Good. So we won’t die of starvation.”

She chuckled softly and headed back toward the living room. I closed the fridge and followed her. Carrie sat down on the large L-shaped couch, and I settled in right next to her. She turned on the TV, the soft glow of the screen filling the room. I leaned back and casually rested my arm over her shoulders.

”Nice, huh?” I said.

”It is.” She smiled, leaning a little into me.

”Ya know, despite how we... fuck,” I said after a moment, ”I respect you. You’re not a good person, don’t get me wrong. But you do what you believe in. I’m talking about the whole Kim thing.”

She exhaled slowly. ”Yeah...”

”It doesn’t have to be like that all the time,” I said, turning my head toward her. Our eyes met. ”Right?”

”Doesn’t have to be like that?” she asked. ”What do you mean?”

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, eyes closing. I slid my hands to her waist and guided her onto my lap. She settled there comfortably, then leaned in again, kissing me slower this time.

”Let’s keep it cool this time, huh?” I murmured against her lips. ”No bad words. No smacking. No fisting. Just you and me.”

Carrie pulled back just enough to look at me. A soft, almost vulnerable smile touched her mouth.

”I... I’d love that.”

I kissed her again, slower this time. My hands slid up under her shirt and cupped her soft, slightly saggy tits, squeezing them gently. I pushed her t-shirt higher and pulled the cups of her bra down, freeing them. Leaning in, I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked slowly. Carrie immediately wrapped her arms around my head, holding me against her chest.

”Ah, fuck...” she moaned softly.

”I love your body,” I murmured against her skin, my hands sliding down to squeeze the soft little bit of fat around her waist.

I could feel her getting wet against my thigh. After a moment I leaned back. Carrie moved quickly, she unbuckled my pants, pulled them open, and freed my cock. It sprang out hard and ready. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and let a long strand of spit drip down onto the head. Then she wrapped her hand around me and started stroking slowly, spreading the saliva.

She looked up at me, eyes a little shy but full of heat.

”I always wanted to try this, but my husband won’t do it,” she said quietly. ”I want you to stick this thick, fat cock between my ass.”

”Assjob, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. ”You want me to do that?”

She nodded, still stroking me. ”I... I masturbate a lot. All the time, actually, because my good-for-nothing husband can’t get it up anymore. I saw an assjob video once and thought it was so hot... and I’m sure I have a fatter ass than the girl in that video.”

”Get on the couch, then.”

Carrie crawled onto the L-shaped couch and settled into a doggy position, arching her back just enough to present herself. She then pulled her pants down to her thighs and I moved behind her, pushed my cock between her thick cheeks, and then pressed them together around me with both hands. The soft, warm flesh swallowed my shaft completely.

Warm. Tight.

I started moving, sliding my cock up and down the soft valley of her ass. The precum already leaking from me smeared across her skin, making everything slicker with every stroke.

”Fuck... your ass feels so good,” I murmured, squeezing her cheeks tighter around my cock. ”So soft and thick. Your husband has no idea what he’s missing... leaving a woman like you unsatisfied. Letting all this go to waste.”

Carrie moaned quietly, pushing back against me as I kept thrusting between her cheeks. The wet, soft friction of her fat ass around my cock felt incredible. Every time I pushed forward, the soft flesh swallowed me; every time I pulled back, it clung to my shaft.

”You’ve been touching yourself thinking about this, haven’t you?” I continued, voice low. ”Lying in bed next to him, rubbing your pussy while you imagined someone else’s cock between these cheeks. Imagining being used properly for once.”

”Yes...” she whispered. ”Almost every night. I feel so guilty, but I can’t stop. I keep thinking about how good it would feel to be used properly for once.”

Her breath hitched. I kept moving, gripping her ass harder, watching the way the soft flesh rippled and pressed around my cock with every stroke. The heat of her body, the slickness of my precum spreading across her skin, the quiet little sounds she made, it was all incredibly hot.

”This ass is wasted on a man who can’t even get hard for you,” I said, thrusting a little deeper between her cheeks. ”But I’ll take care of it. I’ll use every soft, perfect inch of you the way you deserve.”

I gave her soft ass a light slap, watching the thick cheek jiggle under my palm.

”Your husband has no idea what he’s missing,” I murmured, still sliding my cock between her soft cheeks. Letting this fat, perfect ass go to waste.”

Carrie let out a shaky breath, pushing back against me. ”He... he doesn’t even look at me anymore,” she admitted quietly. ”I used to try. I’d wear nice things, touch him... but he just rolls over. I started watching those videos because I was so fucking lonely. Imagining someone actually wanting this body.”