My Mates Busty Wife Revisited
Going back to my previous blog about my mates wife, I went round to see them again yesterday.
I called up and made arrangements to be there by half five and got there a few minutes earlier than I'd planned. When I knocked on the door, my mates wife answered and explained that he was out with their k**s and would be back soon, but it was fine for me to come on in and wait. She had on a very low cut, tight t-shirt, despite the chill in the air. It was so tight, I could see the lacy pattern of her bra through the material and her hard nipples poking through as she must have been pretty cold being dressed like that.
We chatted for a little while, asking the usual questions, giving the usual answers, all the while she was going about doing what she needed to do, but with a suspiciously high amount of bending down and giving me plenty to look at, even seeming to wriggle about a bit as she did so, so that her magnificent tits swayed. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of them, the soft curve where they were supported by her bra, they way they seemed to hang as she bent down, I just wanted to grab a hold of them and squeeze them. I'm so sure she was egging me on each time she bent down.
She asked if I wanted a coffee or anything, which I accepted, so our conversation took us through to their kitchen, which is a small and cramped affair, meaning we were in close proximity to each other whilst we were in there, so I decided to try my luck by "accidentally" having a grope. The next time she had to squeeze by me, I happened to have my hands at just the right level and managed to get a tit right in each of my hands, so gave a gentle grab, not too subtle, but then again, not too firm, enough to feel how firm her boobs were, how her stiff nipples felt against my palms, "Oops, sorry." I said, not really meaning it. She just gave me a coy smile and lent further into me and said, "Not a problem, how do they feel?"
That kind of took my breath away, finally realising that she had been doing all of what she'd been doing on purpose, just to lead to a point like this.
As I gained my composure, I replied, "Lovely."
To which she replied, "Go ahead, give them another squeeze, if you like, as you seem to like them so much."
Well, what's a man to do with such an offer, I heartily grabbed her massive tits in my hands, groping and fondling them, rolling her nipples under my thumb through her t-shirt and bra, but just as I was about to finally get my mouth onto them, we heard the front door opening and my mate calling out that he was home with the k**s.
Bugger!
If only he'd been delayed another few minutes, but oh well, there's always next time...
I called up and made arrangements to be there by half five and got there a few minutes earlier than I'd planned. When I knocked on the door, my mates wife answered and explained that he was out with their k**s and would be back soon, but it was fine for me to come on in and wait. She had on a very low cut, tight t-shirt, despite the chill in the air. It was so tight, I could see the lacy pattern of her bra through the material and her hard nipples poking through as she must have been pretty cold being dressed like that.
We chatted for a little while, asking the usual questions, giving the usual answers, all the while she was going about doing what she needed to do, but with a suspiciously high amount of bending down and giving me plenty to look at, even seeming to wriggle about a bit as she did so, so that her magnificent tits swayed. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of them, the soft curve where they were supported by her bra, they way they seemed to hang as she bent down, I just wanted to grab a hold of them and squeeze them. I'm so sure she was egging me on each time she bent down.
She asked if I wanted a coffee or anything, which I accepted, so our conversation took us through to their kitchen, which is a small and cramped affair, meaning we were in close proximity to each other whilst we were in there, so I decided to try my luck by "accidentally" having a grope. The next time she had to squeeze by me, I happened to have my hands at just the right level and managed to get a tit right in each of my hands, so gave a gentle grab, not too subtle, but then again, not too firm, enough to feel how firm her boobs were, how her stiff nipples felt against my palms, "Oops, sorry." I said, not really meaning it. She just gave me a coy smile and lent further into me and said, "Not a problem, how do they feel?"
That kind of took my breath away, finally realising that she had been doing all of what she'd been doing on purpose, just to lead to a point like this.
As I gained my composure, I replied, "Lovely."
To which she replied, "Go ahead, give them another squeeze, if you like, as you seem to like them so much."
Well, what's a man to do with such an offer, I heartily grabbed her massive tits in my hands, groping and fondling them, rolling her nipples under my thumb through her t-shirt and bra, but just as I was about to finally get my mouth onto them, we heard the front door opening and my mate calling out that he was home with the k**s.
Bugger!
If only he'd been delayed another few minutes, but oh well, there's always next time...
12 years ago