My husband and I have been busy beavers these past few months. He had a death in his family and I had one in mine, way over there on the east coast, just a month apart. I have seen more of 757 coach class than I ever want to see again in my life. They say that 757s are packed tighter with passengers than other models, and I believe it. It is not pretty.
Enough of that. You want to read about my big boobies, don't you? Of course you do, you breast-crazed lust monsters. You want to read about how much sucking they have been getting. I probably should not mention that they are hanging down between my arms right now as I type this. Just hanging there, exposed and so very helpless. My nipples are sticking out right above the outside edges of the "Ctrl" keys on the keyboard. Every so often I stop typing, grab my nipples, and play with them. If my husband were here I would sit on his lap and he would play with my nipples while I type this. But he is in town at Home Depot right now, probably "ook-ooking" at the power tools like Tim Allen.
In case you have not figured it out yet, I love to have my breasts sucked. Really, really SUCKED. Squeezed, kneaded, rolled, mashed, and SUCKED! (I am making myself really hot just typing this.) You really cannot suck them too much. Your mouth and fingers will wear out before my boobies get tired of the attention. I know that from personal experience. When my breasts "shot out" some time around my freshman high school year, I would lie in bed at night and knead them and suck on them myself until my poor fingers and lips were tired. My nipples would be sore the next morning, but that night they would be ready for more.
Needless to say, I was eager to share my newly abundant breasts with guys who would give them the attention that they craved. I will not get into the sordid details of my high school years right now (maybe in a future story if I feel brave enough). But I will say that I developed a special fondness for having TWO guys sucking on my big boobies at the same time!
Last night two guys had their way with them. Two guys with nothing but my abundant chest on their horny minds, letting all their lust loose upon them. Wobbly soft flesh totally at their mercy. (I am going to have to stop typing for a moment...)
Our friend Todd was visiting yesterday evening. I told you about him in Teri's Affair. It turns out he and my husband share a hobby: astronomy. Both of them have built their own telescopes, and they are already talking about building bigger ones. (The one my husband has now takes up a whole broom closet!) In fact, Todd had come over to share with Rob his latest plans for his "truss tube dob" (whatever that is).
You know me, of course. Once I heard that Todd was coming over, I had other plans.
I was a good girl at first. I did not bother them for at LEAST an hour after dinner, as they sat in the living room and talked about telescope stuff. (Of course my husband knows me well enough that he probably expected something to happen eventually. But Todd has only been over a few times so far, and he has not quite figured me out yet. Good.)
I let them talk telescope talk for an hour, then I started the long gentle tease. I had a sweater on over a t-shirt and bra; I removed the t-shirt and the bra, letting my boobies jiggle freely inside my sweater. After that I started walking through the living room quite often, on my way to here or there. Sometimes I would stop and look at the stuff they had spread out on the coffee table and would ask them questions. When Todd looked up his gaze always went right to my chest. I pretended not to notice.
Eventually I sat down on the couch next to Todd and started reading a book. Rob was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, but he got up and sat next to me. I was in between two men with known breast-sucking proclivities. Oh poor me!
I just sat there with my paperback in my hands, looking at it but not really reading it. My mind was on other things. I could easily see by his expression and frequent glances that my husband's mind was wandering to things other than astronomy as well. I knew that he was contemplating a tasty mouthful of soft warm titflesh for dessert. I was not so sure about Todd; he still seemed to rather engrossed in the diagram he had drawn on a big piece of paper on the coffee table. He did not seem to be aware yet that he was rapidly losing my husband's full attention.
Then I put the book down and stretched my arms out along the back of the couch to either side of me, behind the guys' heads. I relaxed and let my head roll back. My boobies thrust out quite nicely against the sweater.
You know how a dog rolls over on its back to present its belly to be scratched? Well I guess you could say that I was doing something like that. But it was definitely not scratching I was after! (And you better not call me a dog.)
Todd must have sensed that something was going on. He turned and looked at me. I closed my eyes and smiled as I let my head roll back on top of the rear cushion. I felt his fingers touch me below my navel, at the base of my sweater. He said, "may I...?"
"Be my guest," Rob replied.
Todd lifted my sweater up to my neck, completely uncovering my big, soft, attention-starved mounds.
"Ooooooh man," Todd whispered.
Rob took the breast nearest to him in his hand, lifting it up. He started planting little soft kisses all over it.
I looked at Todd. He was just staring at my chest. I lifted up "his" breast and held it straight out toward his face.
"Well?" I said.
In the next instant that helpless mound was mashed all over his face. I felt my nipple get sucked deep into his mouth. He started sucking and chewing hungrily as his fingers slipped around that breast and began to squeeze and knead it.
I am afraid that the details of the next hour or so are pretty much lost in a haze of ecstasy. I had two hungry lust monsters feasting on two helpless pillows of pleasure (I really like that phrase!). Every inch of my chest got licked and sucked. My boobs were kneaded more than any bread dough I ever made. They were squished and rolled between two very happy faces. Fingers dug into my helpless boobies and mashed them every which way. I felt a hand slide inside my jeans to paw at my wet pussy; I do not know whose it was. They might both have had a hand in it.
Eventually I ended up getting fucked doggie-style right there on the sofa by my husband while I sucked on Todd's tasty dick. It sounds like something right out of a porn movie but it sure was fun! Todd came into my mouth and then he just sat there on the couch rather exhausted and ran his fingers back and forth under my swinging breasts while Rob continued to ram his hard cock into me.
Okay I think you get a good idea now of what happened last night. I do not feel like typing any more. I need to go lie down and wait for my honey to return. The rest of my clothes are coming off now...