Matt and Katrina waved goodbye to their three boys as they slowly backed down the driveway. Matt was shocked that he managed to get all three of them to go outside and wave goodbye to their mom before they left for vacation.Katrina was crying before they had even pulled away from the house. This was Matt and Katrina’s third year of having their own vacation and it was the third year that she immediately broke down in tears.Even though her “boys” were ages fourteen, sixteen, and eighteen, Katrina always had a hard time leaving them at home, even if it was only for a week and a half. The first half hour of the trip was always like this, but once she got over her initial anxiety, she would be fine.Matt tried to lighten the mood.“They are going to have such a party tonight. If your mom catches them, we are going to get a late-night phone call.”There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Finally, Katrina sobbed, “There had better not be a beer keg in my bathtub when we get home.”Matt outstretched his hand and Katrina quickly grabbed onto it. The conversation started to slowly flow after that.The couple had completely different priorities about vacations than most couples would. In their early forties and having busy family lives, they used their vacation time to reconnect. They had no firm itinerary for their trip, they only knew that they wanted to see a portion of the “old west” area of the United States.They lived in Pennsylvania and planned on looping around through Nebraska, Wyoming, Colorado, and Kansas before returning home.They were both fascinated by historical locations and buildings. They would often visit historical landmarks and they actively sought out vintage inns to stay at. In addition, they avoided major highways as much as possible. They took a slow, meandering path to their destination, usually passing through a lot of small towns and rural areas.Matt and Katrina spent most of their drive chatting, but there was usually some retro music playing at a low volume. They would occasionally turn the volume up and sing along to a favorite song from their younger years.The trip was also an opportunity to spark up their sex life. They always tried to do something that they had never done before. In the past, it hadn’t been anything too adventurous, although they had discussed bursa escort more risqué things.Matt had developed a textbook “dad-bod” through the years. Katrina had held her girlish figure up until the last two years. It seemed like she had undergone some sort of hormonal change because she suddenly started to put on a bit of weight. At the same time, her breast size increased dramatically. In a two-year span, she went from a B-cup to a DD.Initially, Matt was a bit discouraged by Katrina’s sudden change in appearance. He loved the skinny, petite woman that he married, and Katrina had quickly become a very different woman. He changed his mind, though, when he realized that it opened up a new world of sexual experiences for the couple.Strangely enough, even though Katrina had gained weight, her robust bustline actually made her waist look slimmer. The fact that she had filled out so recently meant that Katrina had the breasts of a naturally busty, young woman. Katrina was quite self-conscious of her weight, though, and all that she saw was the number that she read when she stepped on a scale.As the couple were trading back and forth different sexual fantasies, Matt confessed something that he hadn’t told Katrina before. Initially, after Katrina’s body changed, he didn’t like the attention that she was getting from other men. While his wife had always been attractive and she got a certain amount of attention from guys, she suddenly couldn’t go anywhere without having men of all ages staring at her chest.As time went on, Matt started to enjoy the attention that his wife was getting. He quietly encouraged her to wear outfits that flaunted her new figure. His confession to Katrina was that he started to fantasize about other men doing more than just looking at her.Matt’s confession prompted Katrina to speak up about some of her more adventurous fantasies as well. Neither one thought that there was a chance that any of those wild scenarios would actually happen, but it was a bit of a thrill for each of them to discuss.It was beginning to get dark, so Matt and Katrina decided to stop for the night. They found a humble, roadside motel that looked reasonably clean. They both got cleaned up for the evening and decided to fool around a bit after discussing naughty stuff for a good bit bursa escort bayan of the day.Katrina put a nightie on and settled in on top of the bed. Matt was trudging around in his boxers and a t-shirt, so she sent him out to fill the ice bucket before things warmed up. There were only a couple of other cars at the motel, so Matt decided to just walk around the corner to the ice machine in his current state of dress.As he rounded the corner, he was stunned to find a giant of a man at the ice machine. The man didn’t hear him and as he turned around, he almost ran over Matt. The guy was an African American fellow, who must have been 6’7” and three hundred pounds.Matt quickly found himself staring directly at the man’s chest. The man apologized for barging into him. Matt, in an attempt to make small talk, noticed that the man was also wearing a Penn State t-shirt.“Are you a Penn State fan too?” Matt asked.The man hesitated for a moment and Matt tugged at the front of his shirt to show off the logo.“Yeah, kind of,” the man answered. “I actually played there in college.”Matt was immediately excited.“Football?” he asked, thinking that the guy was tall enough to be a basketball player.“Yeah, all four years,” the guy answered.“I’m Matt. Who are you? I’m sure that I know you if you played.”“Tyrone Williams,” the man answered. “I played outside linebacker.”Matt’s brain was churning away, but he couldn’t think of anybody with that name. It was quickly getting uncomfortable for Matt as he couldn’t remember him at all.Suddenly it hit Matt, “Stretch Williams! You are Stretch Williams!”Tyrone smiled. He seemed relieved that somebody had remembered him.Tyrone was known as “Stretch” because he was incredibly tall for his playing position. He was never a starter, but he played a fair bit. His playing days were now about ten years behind him, and he had put a fair amount of weight on, particularly around his midsection.Matt recalled a key quarterback sack that Tyrone had made late in a game against Michigan. Tyrone smiled but lamented that it was the biggest play of his career, and they still lost the game because the kicker missed a game-winning field goal. Matt responded that the ‘real’ fans remember moments like that forever.“What are you doing these days?” Matt asked.“I travel around escort bursa the country selling tooling to manufacturing companies,” Tyrone answered.“That must be interesting,” Matt responded.Tyrone gave him a strange look.“Yeah, probably not,” Matt added.“It’s pretty good money if you can make the sale. Fortunately, I can use my football experience to keep people’s interest. All I have to do is find a fan of college football. Then I talk up their team or a player that used to play for them. Sometimes I tell a quick story about playing their team. At that point I have them eating out of the palm of my hand.”Matt chuckled at the thought, particularly because Tyrone already had him “on the hook” so to speak. He also recollected something that Katrina had mentioned on the drive earlier that day. She had mentioned having fantasies about big cocks. When he asked her if she had fantasies about big, black cocks, in particular, she refused to answer directly. He knew what that meant.“Hey, Tyrone, would you like to come back to my room?” Matt asked.Tyrone backed away.“No thanks, buddy. I’m not into that.”“Oh, no, not for me. It’s for my wife,” Matt offered.Tyrone responded, “Yeah, I think that I’m going to be heading back to my room. Have a good night, man.”Tyrone started to walk away, and Matt shouted, “Did I mention that she is white? She has big tits!”Tyrone stopped. He slowly turned back around.“How big?”“Like DDs” Matt exclaimed.“So, you have a white woman with DDs in your bed and you want me to go in there and fuck her?”Matt hesitated, “Yeah, I do. She wants it too.”“You white people are crazy!” Tyrone stated. “I do like white women, though. Where’s your room?”Matt was almost giddy as he led Tyrone to their motel room. He unlocked the door and gestured for Tyrone to go first. He had to lower his head to walk through the doorway. Katrina was still sitting up in bed in her nightie.She mumbled something about Matt taking so long. As she turned toward the door and saw Tyrone, she let out a screech and tried to clumsily pull the covers over herself.“Honey, this is my new friend Tyrone,” Matt announced.“Uh, hi Tyrone. It’s…uh…nice to meet you. My husband didn’t tell me that he was bringing a friend over.”“I’m sorry, honey,” Matt pleaded. “I just bumped into Tyrone, and I thought about what we were discussing earlier.”Katrina had a look of shock on her face. She immediately knew that Matt had insinuated to Tyrone that he was going to have sex with her. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.