Chapter 45

The Dumpty bedroom was familiar territory. Oversized furniture accommodated their size, the king bed could easily fit six people, and dim lighting made everything feel warm and intimate. Shelley had been here plenty of times before. This was routine. Ms. Dumpty sat on the edge of the bed, already naked, her round body soft and inviting. She was fat, no getting around that, but she was cute in her own way. Round face, warm smile, comfortable in her skin. Shelley liked her. They had been having sex for years now.

Mr. Dumpty was already in bed, propped up against the headboard, his considerable belly rising and falling. He was naked too, his suspenders and clothes in a pile on the floor where they always ended up. Shelley climbed onto the bed between them, already stripped down to nothing. The sheets were cool against her skin, but she knew they would warm up soon enough.

“God, you look good, Shelley,” Ms. Dumpty said, running a hand down Shelley’s side. Her touch was gentle, appreciative. The same compliment every time, and Shelley never got tired of hearing it.

“So do you, hon.” Shelley meant it. There was something nice about being with people who were not trying to impress anyone, who just enjoyed the moment.

Ms. Dumpty leaned in to kiss her, soft, slow, taking her time. Mr. Dumpty’s hand found Shelley’s thigh, squeezing gently. Same choreography as always. Comfortable. Easy.

They were about to really get into it when Ms. Dumpty pulled back and glanced toward the nightstand. “Should we...” She gestured vaguely toward the drawer. “You know, use condoms?”

Shelley knew Ms. Dumpty did not really mean it. She asked every few months, like she was checking a box, covering her bases. Just in case. But they all knew the answer. Shelley laughed, not mean, just genuinely amused. “Why would we start now? We never use them. Never have.”

Ms. Dumpty smiled, a little sheepish, already reaching for Shelley again. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know why I even asked.”

Shelley turned to look at Mr. Dumpty, her hand sliding down to wrap around his penis. She gave it a playful tug. “Besides,” she said, looking him right in the eyes, “he likes it raw. Especially when he’s in my ass.”

Mr. Dumpty smirked, that familiar glint in his eye. “Damn right I do.”

Ms. Dumpty laughed, moving closer, her hand joining Shelley’s. “Well then, no point in wasting time.”

Shelley grinned, settling back into the pillows as both Dumptys focused their attention on her. She leaned in and kissed Ms. Dumpty again, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of the wine she had been sipping earlier. It was unhurried, just like everything else with them. Mr. Dumpty’s hand was on her thigh, his thick fingers squeezing, a familiar signal.

Shelley broke the kiss and shifted, moving to kneel between Mr. Dumpty’s spread legs. His cock was already hard, curving up toward the soft swell of his belly. She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the solid weight. She loved the feel of a dick getting hard in her fist. Ms. Dumpty moved to the side, her hands coming to rest on Shelley’s back, her fingers tangling in Shelley’s hair as she leaned down. She was a comforting presence, warm and solid.