She wore all this while working in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for oat bread that she would soon dump into the bread maker. Her boobs jiggled and her thigh muscles flexed as she moved around, but as usual she pretended to be innocently unaware of any effect her incredible body might be having on me.
We were playing our favorite game: seeing how long until I could no longer contain my rapidly growing lust while she pranced about in some mind-blowing outfit. The latest I'd been able to delay the inevitable devourment in the past was almost exactly 3 in the afternoon. It was one o'clock now, and I was determined to set a new record!
So I sat at the dining room table and plowed through the pile of bills that demanded attention, while trying not to let my eyes get diverted toward the kitchen. Teri was not helping much -- she was humming Ravel's "Bolero" as she worked.
"Honey, can you come in here? I need you to get something for me."
Uh oh, I thought. That innocent request could lead to so much...
I got up and went into the kitchen. Teri was standing in front of the open pantry, her back to me. She was trying reach something way in back of the very top shelf. My eyes crawled all over her sexy body, up and down those wonderful smooth legs, following the curves of her hips, up her back. The swell of her chest inside her makeshift "bra" was clearly visible on either side of her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, pull her against me, slide my hands up to her pleasure mountains...
With great willpower I resisted my lusty urges and asked, "what are you trying to get?"
She pointed to a small food processor that was just out of her reach. Funny, I thought, I'm sure that was not that far back on the shelf before. I stepped up behind her, reached up, grabbed the appliance, and brought it down to her. She took it and immediately set it on a lower shelf in front of her. Then she took hold of my arms and pulled them around her chest. I found myself standing in the open doorway of the pantry with my wife's back pressed against me, with my arms around her and my hands cupping her huge breasts. Only the fabric of the shirt prevented my fingertips from feeling actual titflesh. Nevertheless, the horniness was rapidly building up inside me. I squeezed softly, sinking my fingertips into her boobs as far as the shirt would let me. Softly she purred, "nggggghhh, they are so big and soft and wonderful to play with, and they're yours, lover." She took hold of my hands again and slid them down her sides, around her hips, down to her silky thighs, then back up to her chest. "My whole body is yours. It craves your touch." We stood there a moment longer as I gently kneaded her breasts, then she turned and kissed me on the cheek, grabbed the food processor, and took it to the counter by the sink. She resumed her little bread-making project, acting totally innocent, as if she were unaware that for a moment there she was so close to having her shirt ripped right off her luscious body.
With some reluctance I returned to the table in the dining room and wrote more checks to big companies that needed the money much less than I. I could hear Teri chopping and grinding and pouring stuff, then the beeps from the bread maker as she pushed various buttons to start the bread baking. Then, with a satisfied "there!", she emerged from the kitchen and stood in the dining room, her hands on her hips, staring at a painting on the wall while trying to decide what to do next. Probably weighing each chore on its possibilities for her to drive me crazy...
I knew what she was going to do as soon as she started moving in a particular direction. She went to the hall closet and brought out our shiny new vacuum cleaner, the upright kind with all the hoses and attachments stored in the handle. She brought it into the front hall, right in my line of sight, and started vacuuming the cobwebs off the walls and ceiling.
Teri attacked those cobwebs with vigor (I think she really enjoys watching them get sucked into the hose), stretching way up to get the nozzle to the furthest corners of the ceiling. This of course made her boobs jiggle and sway, and her hips swivel and shake, and I just sat there at the table and stared, the remaining bills temporarily forgotten. That vacuum is too loud for me to concentrate anyway, I reasoned.
So I sat there and watched her vacuum, until she disappeared around a corner. Then I finished paying the bills.
After that, I went out to the back yard. The bright sunshine felt good on my face. My gaze fell on the lawn, and I saw that it needed mowing. This would be a good task now, because I would not be able to see Teri while she did whatever she was doing in the house. Of course, I still had to contend with my own mind, which insisted on conjuring up yummy images of her, especially her big naked tits jiggling right in front of my face...
Those images kept on parading through my head as I pushed the mower back and forth across the lawn, and my cock grew very stiff inside my pants, making it hard to walk normally.
Teri emerged from the house and walked toward me, carrying a tall glass of iced tea.
I let go of the mower handle (making the engine stop automatically), and gratefully accepted the drink from her. As I chugged down some tea, I stared right at the swell of her breasts through the open part of her shirt. Her smile became a big toothy grin, and she just stood there and watched me drink. She bounced up and down a few times on her feet, making that exposed breastflesh jiggle.
With one last chug I emptied the glass, then set it down on top of the mower. Then I reached out with both arms, grabbed my delicious wife, and pulled her against me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and plunged her tongue into my mouth. My hands slid up inside her shirt, and my fingers sank into her incredible titflesh. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts while we kissed feverishly for a minute or so. Then, with a mighty rush of self-control, I pulled away from her, and my hands slipped out of her shirt. "Ack! Not yet! Must... not... lose... control!!!" I exclaimed with mock anguish. Teri giggled, grabbed the empty glass, whirled around, and skipped merrily back into the house.
Whew! I thought I had lost it for sure there, but I pulled out of that dive just in time. I started the mower again and finished with the lawn. The parade of horny images continued in my head, even more delicious than before. If there was a horniness meter attached to my head, the needle would be perilously close to the red "danger" zone by now!
When I was done mowing, I went back into the house and plopped down on the couch in the living room. I looked up at the clock: ten minutes to three. Another ten minutes, and I would beat my record. Teri is going to make it tough, I thought. As if she could read my thoughts, Teri walked into the room at that moment.
I don't know if she had done something to her shirt or shorts, or it was just my increasing horniness, but she looked even more delicious than before. She had a twinkle in her eyes as she sat down next to me. She handed me a long piece of rope, then turned and rolled over onto her stomach. She put her hands behind her back, and bent her legs until her ankles almost touched her butt.
"Tie my wrists and my ankles together, please."
Uh oh. "Uh, why?"
"I'm going to show you a trick Claudia taught me! Remember when we tied her up to tickle her, and she got free? She showed me how. Let me show you!" Her voice was full of eagerness and delight.
"Okay..." I bound her ankled and wrists together behind her back, the same way I had bound her friend Claudia's a few weeks ago. It seemed quite secure to me -- how could she get out of it?
Teri rolled onto her side now. "Okay, let's see if I can remember..." She began working at the rope, but I could not see exactly how. Not that it mattered -- my eyes were immediately drawn to her chest, which wiggled and jiggled with her efforts.
She pulled and strained and grunted and groaned. "I think it's coming, uh, no, wait, there it goes, no, damn..." Her whole body was writhing now as she intensified her effort to get her wrists free of the rope. Those hips, those luscious thighs, those massive melons, all undulated in front of me as Teri struggled to free herself. "Nggghk, I did this twice when Claudia showed it to me! You must have tied it different this time, wait a minute, no..."
She rolled onto her stomach again, squishing her boobs into big pancakes that spilled out the top and bottom of her "bra". Her fingers worked at the knots, but did not seem to be making much headway against them. She rolled on her side again, and then onto her back, with her butt pressing her hands and feet down into the thick cushion of the sofa. "Ngghk, it's not working! You must have tied it different, didn't you? Mmmphh, unngggk..." Her body writhed and bucked, making her boobs flail all about, threatening to bust the shirt wide open. Her legs opened and closed repeatedly like scissors, and I could see that she had nothing on under those incredibly revealing shorts. Several times I could see her pussy lips.
She rolled on her stomach again. "Help me honey, I can't get free! Untie me, please!"
I looked up at the clock. It was two minutes after three. I had beat my record. Not that it mattered any more. The needle on my hornimeter was well into the red zone now. There was no stopping myself. Teri's succulent body was just too much for me to stay away from. With a ROAAARRR of intense animal lust I spun her over on her back again, untied the knot on her shirt with a quick yank, and tore her shirt wide open.
I don't think my wife's big, delicious boobs have ever been the targets of such savage lust before. I grabbed them and pressed my wide-spread fingers deep into them. Soft jiggly titflesh spilled between my fingers. I clenched my hands, trapping big hunks of tit inside them. My face plunged down into the deep valley between her two flesh mountains, and I wrapped them firmly around the sides of my head. Those boobs were helpless playthings now, totally defenseless against whatever horny desires I harbored!
I pulled my face up so that I could look down upon her chest. Her nipples were very stiff and erect, fleshy pink monuments surrounded by big, chocolate brown areolae. These boobs were built for SUCKING!! I wrapped my fingers around the base of the areola of one breast and squeezed, turning that areola into a brown torpedo with that luscious nipple sticking out the end. Immediately that nipple (and as much surrounding flesh as possible) ended up deep inside my mouth as I munched and SUCKED!
"..eeeee. Mmmmmph unngghhhhh! You savage brute! Taking advant- NGHHK! -age of me when I'm defen- MMMPH! -seless!" She moaned happily as I hungrily devoured her breasts. I still cannot get over how lucky I am to have a lover who loves having her boobs sucked on and played with so much.
I munched and slurped and sucked for quite some time, then raised my self up on my knees, glaring down at my helpless wife with an evil leer. "What are you going to do to me now?" she cried plaintively.
My hard cock was out before I replied, "I'm gonna FUCK YOUR TITS!!!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!" she cried as I straddled her stomach and wrapped her tits around my shaft with my eager fingers. It felt so wonderful, having all that titflesh pressed against my throbbing cock. I slid it back and forth, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
My thumbs played with her nipples as my hips thrust my lust muscle back and forth between her boobs. I could have done that for a long time, but I didn't have any lube on my shaft and didn't want to give her boobs a burn, so I reluctantly pulled away from there, slid her shorts down to her knees, and THRUST my cock into her wet pussy.
My hands returned her breasts as I drilled my wife into a state of near frenzy. Her moans became load yelps, and I was not exactly staying quiet either. Our neighbors probably could hear us, but then I think they're rather used to our shananigans by now. My crotch pounded against hers, and I bent down to suck on her tits some more, before sliding my tongue into her mouth for some serious french.
When we came, we tumbled right off the couch onto the floor, and afterward we just lay there in an ungainly heap for quite some time, with my cock still buried inside her. Teri still has a bit of a rope burn on her wrists, but she isn't complaining.
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