Chapter 1539
"Byron, can you rub my legs for me?" Grace stretched out one leg. She had played basketball with Frank and Teddy that afternoon. She felt fine at the time, but now her legs were sore. She wasn't in her twenties anymore, when she could play all day without any issues.
Byron quickly moved forward and started massaging Grace's long, toned leg. Grace had been a gym teacher for years, so her legs were more muscular and firm than most. Her skin had a healthy, slightly tanned look, full of vitality, unlike many middle-aged women whose skin had become loose and unattractive.
Of course, not everyone appreciated Grace's athletic legs, thinking they were too muscular and not as slender as a woman's legs should be. Generally, a slimmer figure was more desirable, and Grace's tall, full-figured body wasn't widely admired.
Byron, too, felt a bit intimidated by Grace's strong physique. Standing at just under 5-feet-3, he felt small next to her.
During their intimate moments, Byron often found himself exhausted, while Grace seemed indifferent, sometimes even scrolling through her phone as he tried to please her. It was frustrating for Byron, but he had married a tall, strong woman, and many men envied him for having a beautiful wife to sleep with every night. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring Grace any pleasure.
"Come on, put some effort into it. You're barely tickling me. Especially my calves—give them a good rub," Grace said, dissatisfied. She felt Byron's massage was far from as comfortable as Kevin's. Somehow, Kevin had learned professional massage techniques that always left her feeling warm and even aroused.
Byron put in more effort, focusing on her calves before moving up to her thighs. Grace's thighs were thick, almost as wide as Byron's waist, making it a tough job. After a while, he had to stop to catch his breath.
"Are you serious? You're out of breath just from massaging my legs?" Grace looked at Byron, exasperated. "Forget it, let's just go to sleep." She turned away from him, her curvy waist and round hips forming an enticing silhouette.
Byron couldn't help but swallow as he looked at Grace's large, shapely butt. It had been a long time since they had been intimate. Every time he tried, Grace would say she was tired or on her period. He didn't want to push her, but it was hard to resist when he had such a hot wife.
"Grace, are you asleep?" Byron moved closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's so early, are you really going to sleep?"
"What else would I do?" Grace replied impatiently. Seeing Byron's eager expression, she sighed. "Alright, maybe another time. I'm tired today, let's sleep."
Their sex life used to be more consistent, typically happening once a week, and never more than two weeks apart. Even though Byron wasn't exceptional, it was better than nothing. She could always finish herself off afterward.
But ever since she had been with Kevin, she couldn't stand Byron's small, short dick. Ten times with Byron couldn't compare to one thrust from Kevin's big, thick one.
At their age, many couples didn't have sex anymore, so she didn't bother to humor Byron. Their intimate moments became less frequent, only two or three times since the school year started, each time lasting just a few minutes.
"You always make excuses," Byron complained when Grace turned him down again.
Grace felt a pang of guilt. Byron was her husband, after all. Cheating with Kevin was already wrong, and denying Byron's needs was too much.
"Alright, if you want it, come on," Grace sighed. "It's not that I don't want to, but you only last a few minutes. Why don't you use a condom? It might help you last longer."
"Okay," Byron agreed, excited. He rummaged through the bedside drawer and found an unopened box of condoms, a freebie from a newly opened adult store. They didn't need extra birth control since he had a vasectomy and Grace had an IUD, so the condoms had just been sitting there.
Grace slipped off her nightgown and slid out of her black lace panties, revealing her full, round hips. She lay back on the bed, spreading her long legs. "Come on then."
Byron quickly tore open the condom package and slipped the lubricated condom onto his already erect dick. The ring at the base felt tight, but given his lack of thickness, the condom felt loose. Seeing Grace ready, he eagerly climbed on top, attempting to push his dick inside her. But it wasn't hard enough, failing to penetrate.
Grace had to help, stroking Byron's dick until it became firmer. She guided it into her, signaling Byron to push. He finally managed to enter her wet warmth.
"Mm!" Grace moaned by reflex, wrapping her strong legs around Byron's waist, trying to pull him deeper. But after a few inches, he couldn't go any further. She was reminded it wasn't Kevin's dick, and the lack of depth left her body craving more.
"Finally, I'm in," Byron thought, feeling somewhat out of place. He attempted to push deeper, but it felt like an endless void. A wave of frustration hit him, realizing why Grace was often reluctant. Perhaps Kevin's cock reached depths he couldn't. The thought of another man satisfying Grace in ways he couldn't left him feeling helpless.
He started thrusting, but Grace's heavy legs around his waist made it difficult to move. "Grace, can you put your legs down? I can't move," Byron pleaded, feeling a bit embarrassed that he couldn't even handle his own wife.
"You're such a hassle," Grace sighed, lowering her legs without realizing how her words could be misinterpreted.
Byron felt relieved, steadying himself on the bed and pushing harder. But despite his efforts, he could only manage about three inches, roughly the length of a finger.
For an average woman, that might suffice, but Grace's long legs and deep vaginal canal made it nearly impossible. Even Kevin's sizable dick barely reached her cervix, so Byron’s short one couldn’t compete.
On the bed, the small man was drenched in sweat, while the tall, beautiful woman lay still, yawning in boredom, waiting for him to finish.
Inevitably, in under three minutes, Byron cried out, collapsing onto Grace's hot, curvy body. He grabbed her full, smooth breasts, thrusting a few more times before shuddering and finishing.
"Are you done?" Grace asked, as he came to a halt. "Alright, get off before it leaks."
Byron blushed, pulling out hastily, but his dick softened quickly, causing the condom to slip off and spill sticky semen everywhere.
"Byron, what are you doing? I told you to get off quickly," Grace complained, sitting up and wiping herself with a tissue. "I told you it wasn't worth it, but you insisted. Now I have to shower again. You're like a child, always thinking about sex instead of making more money."
Byron hung his head, silent, feeling like a chastised child. He had tried to maintain control, but Grace’s vagina was simply too inviting—warm and tight. Without the condom, he might have finished the moment he entered.
"Alright, you get some sleep. I'm gonna take a shower," Grace said, getting out of bed. Her ample breasts swayed as she moved. She didn't bother with panties, slipping on her nightgown and walking out, her generous hips undulating with each step.
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