Teri likes to tell me what a hopeless tit-lover I am. From the night I first saw her topless, I've been so turned on by the sight of her pendulous udders that there was no way they would be able to elude my clutching fingers and questing tongue for long, even if she covered them up again. She says that it is unlikely that I will ever be cured of this, so the only solution was for some brave woman to come forward and offer her own incredible body and succulent chest as a continual sacrifice to the flesh-licking, breast-munching demons that dwell within me, to prevent any harm to myself or the general populace (or at last the busty female part of it). Humbly, she says, she offered herself as that sacrifice.

I wonder if she ever expected any of the places or times she would be called upon to act as a lightning rod for my frequent outbreaks of wanton lust...

In August we made our second trip to the UK. Teri has some distant relatives in Wales (a great uncle and his progeny) who live on a large estate. So we flew to Manchester, rented a car, and drove south through Wales, stopping at many castles and cute old villages with those strange Welsh names (can you say "Betwys-y-Coed"?), staying in some wonderful bed-and-breakfasts (and eating wonderful breakfasts!). Along the way we stayed with her relatives for a few days, and at the end of the trip we spent several nights in London (and I finally got to see "Phantom of the Opera", yay!).

Somewhere about the middle of the trip we came to a huge castle, so of course we had to stop and take a look. Basically, only the main load-bearing walls were still standing; all the inner walls (and the rooms they defined) were gone. Still, it was a wonderful place to walk around and explore, especially the myriad stairways and tunnels inside the thick walls.

There were perhaps a dozen other tourists in the castle at the time, and only occasionally would we pass a couple as we explored the battlements. At one point we got separated, and I found myself climbing a steep, narrow staircase that turned into an equally narrow hallway running high up along one outer wall. Tall, narrow slits ever ten feet or so let in a little light. At the other end of this hall, a stairway led back down to the right. But if you were looking carefully (and luckily I was!), there was a narrow opening behind a rough-hewn pillar to the left that led into a very narrow and steep stairway that led up in a gentle spiral.

I followed this path, and it got darker and darker. Finally I cam to a dead-end, barely visible in the gloom. It looked like a huge wooden door with its edges buried in the walls around it. If it could even be opened, I suspect it probably had not been in a long, long time.

At that moment I wished Teri was there with me, because those demons were waking up. I imagined wrapping my arms around her right there, and slipping my hands up inside her shirt...

With sudden determination I headed back down the stairs to find my victim, er, wife!

A minute later I emerged in the courtyard at the base of the wall, and there was Teri, talking to an elderly couple in front of a large sign full of historical information about the castle. I sidled up next to her, and she put an arm around my waist and continued her conversation with the others. When they moved on, I whispered in Teri's ear that I wanted to show her something I found.

I think my wife must have ESP, because I'm now quite certain that she suspected right away what I had in mind. She followed me, her hand in mine, as I led her up the stairs and down the long hallway. We paused at one of the narrow windows and looked out upon the dry moat and the dirt parking area beyond. Then I tugged her onward, and we came to the end of the hall. Apparently not seeing the opening to the left, she started toward the stairway to the right that led back down, but I stopped her and pointed to the nearly hidden opening.

Teri giggled, and together we headed up the dark and spooky passage, with Teri up front and me below and behind, because the passage was too narrow to walk side-by-side. I enjoyed the wonderful view up the short skirt she was wearing. She has no panties on, oh my...

When we got to the end she shoved on the heavy wooden door, which of course did not budge a millimeter. "I guess this is as far as we go!" she said.

I pressed my chest against her back and wrapped my arms around her. "No, it's not," I whispered in her ear.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently. "The door won't open, ngggghhhhh..."

My hands had found their way into her shirt, and were sliding up against the cups of her bra. My fingers groped for the clasp that I was pretty sure was right up front, between the cups, and sure enough there it was, and soon it was undone, and I grasped each bulbous breast and scooped it out of its bra cup. Then my lucky hands proceeded to have their way with Teri's big delicious boobs.

"But honey, we might get caught!" she cried softly in mock alarm. Of course that very fact only served to make us both much hornier...

I pushed her long hair aside as best as I could with my cheek so that I could lick her neck and ears while my fingers eagerly kneaded and twisted her soft, warm, heavy titflesh. She moaned and ooooh'd softly, and her hands felt for the crotch of my pants and began rubbing.

Our position was rather awkward, with my back against the wooden door and Teri standing on the step below mine. Anybody who came up now would get a nice, although poorly illuminated view, of a busty brunette having her tits fondled by a very horny man standing behind her. Her shirt was pulled up in front now, caught above her thrusting breasts and my active hands. Her nipples were hard and erect, and if they could talk they would be shouting "SUCK ME!!!"

I pulled her shirt off over her head and let it fall to the ground. She turned around, and my eyes took in the sight of a topless beauty who grabbed her tits and held them up in front of my face while squeezing and kneading them even harder then I would have dared to. She grasped her nipples and stretched them (and the tits behind them) several inches forward. Then she lifted them straight up and used them as handles to shake her tits vigorously from side to side. Then her fingers sank deep into them and pressed them against her chest.

I reached up and encircled as much breastflesh as I could with my fingers, and Teri grabbed the back of my head and drew my face into those soft, warm mountains I love to visit so often.

I munched and sucked with great joy for many minutes. Teri's boobs could not escape my fingers and lips and tongue -- they were just helpless, jiggly blobs, getting squashed and twisted into all sorts of interesting shapes as I devoured them.

I didn't even notice her unzipping my pants, and was quite surprised when I felt her guide my super-hard shaft with one hand until it was buried to the hilt in her hot wet cunt. Right there in a (hopefully) little-noticed passageway in a public tourist attraction in Wales, my wife was happily impaled on my cock, with both our hips pumping like mad, while I molested her chest with even greater fervor.

There was a space of about three feet between the base of the barred door and the first step of the stairway leading back down, and soon I was sitting at its edge with my legs as far apart as possible and my feet up on the door, while a wild woman bounced up and down on my lap with her breasts flailing against my smiling face. Teri was yelping now: "ungggh! Uhhh!!!" with each bounce, trying (but not very hard) to keep her voice down. I'm pretty sure if there had been anyone down in the hallway they would have heard us. Anyway, I was too busy enjoying the feel of my aching meat inside her, and the feel of her boobs against my face and between my hands.

As I exploded in orgasm I shoved her back against the door and gripped her tits tightly, and we both yelped aloud.

A few minutes later we came down that little stairway, huffing and puffing and wondering what we would say if we met a group of tourists in the long hallway. But fate smiled on us (again): there was nobody there.

Once again, Teri's delicious body and scrumptious tits absorbed the brunt of my spontaneous lust, and she lived to smile about it all the way to our next place of rest. Where we did it all over again, though not quite so rushed.

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