A Beautiful Ugly Body

“I hate my body.” Barbara heard the words come out of her mouth. There, she’d said it, what she had felt since puberty. She slapped her flabby stomach. “I hate this fat!”

Her husband John reclined on their couch, enjoying his day off and doing something “important” on his tablet. At her vehement statement, he looked up. “What brought this on?”

“Oh, some stupid guys at the gym. They pointed at me and laughed. One of them said I didn’t deserve to be there.” She flopped down beside him.

John took her in his arms. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. The gym is specifically for people like you. I’m proud of you for doing something more than sitting at home and eating all day. At least you’re trying.”

Her eyes teared up. “I know that. But it has brought to the surface what I’ve always thought: that I hate my body. I’m fat! That’s all there is to it.”

“But I love your body.”

“How could you? Everywhere you look, sexy women are being thrown in your face.” She pointed both hands at her belly. “How could you love this?”

John’s eyes conveyed his sympathy for her. “Because it is attached to the most beautiful person I know.”

Her heart thawed a bit with that statement. “I feel as if I’ve trapped you into having sex with a fatty like me.” They had both been virgins when they married. Neither of them had been with another.

“First, you didn’t trap me. I chose you; over some knockouts, I might add.”

She nodded.

“Second, you are not fat. You have a weight issue, but you are not fat. There is a difference.”

She sighed. “I know what you are trying to do. But to me, it is just semantics. My body is part of my identity, and it has been this shape since I was a kid. I still remember the kids teasing me about it.”

“You mean bullying you about it.”

Barbara nodded as she grabbed a tissue and blew into it. “And that is why I hate my ugly, fat body.”

“But that’s just it. I don’t see your body as ugly or undesirable.” He patted her belly. “Besides, you’re comfortable during sex. You’re not bony.”

She chuckled despite herself. “No, definitely not bony.”

John hugged her. “You only think of yourself as ugly because you’re comparing yourself to others. In some cultures, fat women are the ideal.”

“But we are in this culture. And I’m tired of not being fit and trim. People treat you differently.”

John thought a moment. “Yes, they do. They treat ‘fit and trim’ women like sex objects too often. Those women have to put up with catcalls and whistles from total strangers. They never know if a guy who wants to go out with them is doing so because of who they are as a person or just because their body is culturally attractive and they are hoping to get them into bed. Those are things you don’t have to put up with.”

Her eyes widened as she processed what he had said. “You’re right. I had never thought of it that way before.”

John smiled. “And you know what? You are a very beautiful and sexy person. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and I am beholding a very dedicated mother, a great wife, and a sexy lover. Not because of your body or in spite of it either, but because you are mine, and I chose you to be mine. You. Are. Beautiful to me. And for myself, that is all that matters.”

Tears welled up in Barbara’s eyes. She hugged him tightly as she sobbed. Through the crying, she admitted, “And that should be the only thing I compare myself to. I’m yours, and you are mine.”

“That’s right. We are one.” John squeezed her back as she cried on his shoulders for a moment. Then he said, “You know what else?”

She sniffed and blew into her tissue again. “What?”

“You want proof of just how sexy you are to me?”

She raised an eyebrow. “How can you prove that?”

John took her hand and placed it in his crotch. “Look what just hugging you did to me.”

The outline of his rigid hard-on greeted her fingers. Her eyes widened. “Oh, that’s how. Pretty convincing.” She pumped it a couple of times.

He closed his eyes. “Um, now that feels great.” Barbara loved the way John responded to her sexual skills. He always gave her great feedback.

Then it hit her. John really did love her body. He thought she was sexy. Whose word would she take for that? Her life-long partner or three guys at the gym who had no clue what sexy was about? According to John, she was sexy, fat and all. And she loved him and knew he was sexy as well. She reached up and locked her lips onto his. Her tongue danced with his as they tasted the love and desire of each other.

As she kept her tongue in his mouth, she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. He’d lit a fire in her that he would have to satisfy for he was the only one who could or should.

John’s hands caressing her boobs through her bra sent tingles across her skin. She broke her kiss and said, “I love you so much. Now you’re going to get all this body can give.”

He smiled. “That’s my girl!” Reaching behind her as their lips rejoined, he undid her bra and let it fall to the floor as she shrugged out of it.

Barbara pulled his T-shirt off and began unbuckling his pants. They broke their kissing long enough to finish disrobing. She stood naked before him, and he didn’t flinch or turn away in disgust. Instead, he positioned her on the couch so that her legs spread apart and made her wet pussy available to his lips. Then he dived in.

A warm kiss met Barbara’s labia. John’s mouth ascended the height of her fold then descended again. She wanted him so badly! “Tongue. I need your tongue in me!”

He chuckled between her legs.

She grabbed his head and pushed it into her as she thrust her hips to meet him. “I said I want tongue, now!”

A wet tongue immediately responded to her demands. Barbara continued to rock her hips in response to his licking. As John’s tongue broke into her inner chamber and danced around her clitoris, she sighed. “Yeeesssss. Right there.” Her body vibrated as the beginnings of an orgasm took hold. She moaned, louder with each wave of energy that flowed through her body. “Oh, oh, oh, . . . here it comes!”

John now licked her clitoris directly and greedily, as if he were a dog in heat. His head rose with her hips, keeping pressure on her nub.

Electrical energy surged through Barbara, causing a cascade of intense pleasure to echo throughout her ‘ugly’ beautiful body. Every stroke of his tongue increased the intensity until it rose to a crescendo. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Barbara held herself up as the intensity of her pleasure crested. Then a warm buzz rolled from her groin to her toes, replacing her pleasure-high. She allowed herself to relax and enjoy the afterglow as he licked up her juices.

Barbara rose to her elbows. The sight of his hard dick pulsing with his heartbeat reminded her that his heart and penis beat only for her. A craving to taste him invaded her mind. She hopped up on her knees and pushed him down upon the couch in one motion. Then she ran her fingers lightly up and down his shaft, before encircling his purple head. He groaned in response. Barbara flicked her tongue along his taunt member, starting at his balls and up to his head.

Finally, John said, “I want my dick in your mouth. Now!”

Barbara couldn’t help but smile; now he knew how it felt. But she opened wide. If he wanted it now, he would get it now — all of it! She sank down his cock. His veins pulsed against her tongue as his shaft filled her mouth and throat.

He tensed. “Oh, girl! You have no idea what you do to me!”

Thanks to him, Barbara thought she had a pretty good idea.

John thrust his dick in a rhythmic motion that continued to speed up as he tensed more and more. His breathing became shallow, and his thrusting grew more abrupt and strong. Then his tension melted all together; he stiffened, his member thrust deep into her throat. Then his cum filled her, and she swallowed.

“AAAAAArrrrrrrg,” John cried out, pleasure written all over his face. Bliss flowed from him just the way cum flowed from his member. He collapsed, groaning in pleasure as she popped it out of her mouth and sucked the last drips from its tip.

John relaxed and cradled her head in his crotch. “See how sexy you are to me?”

“Yep, I do. Thank you for that.” She gave his head one more lick and a kiss as she held his soft cock to her cheek. “I guess that old saying is true.”

“What saying is that?”

“Know the truth, and the truth shall set you free!”

John nodded. “Indeed, it shall.”

To know that she was loved meant all the world to her—because he meant all the world to her.

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12 replies
  1. LilaY69 says:


    Burning fat, and getting dick all at the same time!!!! What's to complain about?!?!

    "His veins pulsed against her tongue as his shaft filled her mouth and throat." – Such an incredibly hot & sexy image. Phew! My god!

    Your story has left me with soaking panties, thank you! By the way, does your wife write too?

    Anyway, please write some more! 😘

    Lila, xoxo 💋

    • possibility says:

      "As John's tongue broke into her inner chamber and danced around her clitoris', did it for me!
      Oh the sight, taste, feel of her velvety inner lips he must have sensed not to mention her love juices all over his face – beautiful.
      This also caused me to erect and ooze pre cum.

    • MaxLoving says:


      My wife doesn't often write much of anything other than texts to me and the kids. 🙂

      Thank you,and everyone here, for your kind words. I'm glad this appeared to resonate with you fine folk. And yes, Lila, I do have more on the way.

  2. SecondMarge says:

    Body image remains a big problem for us even those of us lucky enough to have husbands that love us the way we are. My friend and I clothes shop together. Her body is so sexy yet in the changing room as she tries things on she always seems to find flaws. If she has trouble, what chance do I have? I wonder how those with average bodies walk naked down the beach totally immune to the feelings I get.

    Congratulations to all the women that overcome or at least don’t let body image issues from stopping them from enjoying sex and other joys of life.

  3. Cuddles says:

    A pertinent story MaxLoving, thank you, and I appreciate your quality writing too.
    I could have some body issues if I allowed it but I'm too busy learning to love me just the way I am and feeling sexy into the bargain!
    All in my Heavenly Father's preparation plan for my man who's on his way.
    Thanks again for reminding me of how the two most important figures in my life see me…

    L O V E D,
    B E A U T I F U L


    S E X Y 👠

  4. Southernheat says:

    Love your stories! I really enjoyed this one it’s so sweet and loving. Shows your true love for each other not all about perfection and appearance it’s the entire package. All of us want to feel loved and wanted. I struggle with self image issues and my husband is always so reassuring says if I could just see myself as he sees me and as God sees me. Just knowing I’m loved no matter what means everything. With that trust comes the hot sizzling sex we have. Nothing like it! Keep writing and showing the world what a strong happy loving Godly marriage looks like! Be blessed!

  5. ILoveMarriage says:

    Very touching and very hot story Max.

    The guys at the gym. Ask them how many babies they have had :lol:.

    The hottest women are not supermodels, but real women with real bodies that house a real loving woman with real character. Bodies that may have had babies. Women that like their bodies, "flaws" and all, giving that body fully and unreservedly to their husbands, knowing that he is lucky to have her.

    BTW, the efforts in the gym matter more than the results! Keep it up, "Barbara" :-).

  6. christmakesithot says:

    I loved this story! I'm always trying to convince my wife she is beautiful. I really believe there are very few ugly people in this world, it just takes a little awareness and confidence. I think confidence is so sexy too. It doesn't matter the size of a girl, if she believes she's beautiful and loved there's nothing sexier than that. My wife has had four children and has had the most difficulty with the last one, but I love every curve she has. It makes me angry when husbands don't build that confidence for their wives and don't help protect them from their own self-hate. Some husbands put their wife down, thinking it will help her exercise more; it may, but it destroys her confidence. Men, love your wife no matter the size. God made them beautiful and you're a defender of that beauty. I might write a similar story someday.

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