CONNIE'S MATERNITY FUN - Part 1 by TitSlave
At about the time we had our first child, a darling baby boy named Thomas, we were routinely feeding Connie's appetite for teasing men and my appetite for watching her lead them to various kinds of sexual insanity. I never ceased to marvel at her looks: her natural blonde hair, her light freckled complexion, her full lips, that soft Monroe voice, and of course her incredible figure. Within a few weeks after the baby she was back to normal, a fact made plain when she walked him around the house and her lovely, shapely bubble ass was back to its deliciously curvy self. Everywhere we went, the guys picked up on her showing off and I continued to learn how strong that masculine response can be when a woman with her sexual electricity cultivates, rather than deflects, male attentions. She turned the dull attitude of insensitive guys - those who for some reason normally did not notice sexy women - with their noses buried in their business - into uncontrollable lusting.
It was always difficult to keep a perspective because it could consume all our waking hours, when there was my job and her part time work, and Thomas to raise, and things like eating and leisure time - other than this all-encompassing obsession that we shared.
Going back a bit, even when she was four months pregnant she was hot to turn guys into bumbling idiots with hard rods dying to get into her vagina. We drove downstate in early May and visited the campus where we had attended grad school. I made a pretend call on a pay phone about twenty feet from our car at a rest stop, parked back in the corner near all the tractor trailers, and she was in the front seat, door open passenger side, bending over slightly, her swollen knockers bursting out of a half unbuttoned red maternity top. Truckers walking by just went bananas. The early morning sun lit up her fair skin and that enchanting blonde hair that smartly curled onto her brow, half covering her eyes and her sunglasses. Then I got in the driver's side and we started to neck, our pulses jumping at the prospect of long haul truckers watching her squirm and jiggle as I carressed her arms while kissing her face from behind. She faced out toward the parking lot.
After about five minutes of this Connie said, her breathing accelerating: "I see a couple guys in their cabs, can you? Over slightly to the left of where I'm facing and another to the right..." "Is your door in the way of their view?" I wondered, just to make sure. "No."
Next question: Was there an active audience? "Are they..?" "They're into it," she said, finishing the sentence. I kissed my lovely wife passionately and she licked my lips and cheek with her long tongue.
I reached down to her chest and cupped her heavy tits with my hands, thrilling at the familiar inability of my relatively large hands to grab them in their wonderful fullness. I squeezed them toward each other, under the thin fabric, and rubbed her erect nipples. Then I squeezed them more aggressively, watching their flesh push more into the opening at the top of her maternity blouse, so that the cleavage was doing a shimmy. The sun was right on her tantalizing cleavage. I unbuttoned another button and began pulling her right breast out into the morning breeze, the nipple hard and protruding wickedly in the direction of the two truckers. Now I was squeezing it and pushing and pulling it every which way, and they so that they could see my horny hand doing what they surely wanted to do. Helping my pregnant wife show her bare tits to these strangers made me stiffer than hell, and I knew she was heating up - all over.
Then I got out of the car and walked to the driver on our right - about thirty five feet from where our car was parked. He was a heavy set guy, about 6 feet, with shades, a potbelly, about 40, wore sunglasses. Jeans and a flannel shirt. He opened his cab door as I looked at him earnestly. In an innocent, affable voice I called up: "Do you know how many miles we are from the border?"
He just looked at me, and stared at Connie, who sat langorously in in the car, stroking the exposed breast and looking vacantly out at us through her shades.
"What?" he said softly, looking at me more intently.
I repeated the question. "About three hours," he said. "That's one hell of a woman there." He said, laughing nervously.
"I am a lucky husband!" I smiled. "She's four months pregnant with our first child and as you can see her tits are getting gigantic!"
"I've been away from home for a week and when I see a beautiful lady like that I...." he paused, just shook his head and stared incredulously.
I shuddered with delight at his obvious riveted attention. I watched him watching her and kept the conversation on the only subject that mattered. "I just love to play with her chest. There's nothing like my wife's 40DD equipment! I am so proud of her!"
He whistled, shaking his head again and laughing - and squirming in his seat. I thought of the supply of fluids built up in his nuts and how they were simmering at the incredible sight of her slutlike playing with her boobs.
We introduced ourselves. He was Ron. "Would you like to come over and meet her?" I said, smiling. He got down from the truck. He followed me and I walked up to Connie, who tossed her head and grinned at us both. "Honey, this is...." "Ron," he said, chuckling. "Hi Ron!" she said, shaking his hand. I began walking over to my side of the car. "Stay right there, Ron."
I got into the driver's seat and Connie scooted around more facing front. I leaned down and Ron leaned forward into the car, bending his knees.
"Honey, I was telling Ron how nice it was to feel you up and play with your big soft tits."
She looked him over, staring at the bulge in his crotch. "My husband sure IS a breast man!" she laughed affably, as if talking about my love of golf. On the surface the tone was matter of fact, easygoing, light.
"Ron," I reached for the exposed breast and began rubbing it, pushing it up toward her face, and she sensuouslsy licked the aroused nipple. "This is the kind of thing you just can't get enough of. Are you a tit man too Ron?"
"Bill, even if I weren't, your wife has made me one for life!" He was kneeling down now, and staring in a trance as, while I was now aiming her right breast at his face, she reached into her blouse and brought out its equally amazing twin. She stared intently at him as I now rubbed them both and I kissed her neck and licked her ear. Her hardening nipples stuck out like I'd never seen - like he'd never seen.
We did this for about five minutes. Connie and I moaned as I played with her chest, Ron's nervous laughs and quickening breath were punctuated by increasingly frequent comments like: "Oh man", "This is fantastic", and "Bill, you are one fortunate son of a bitch!"
Connie and I then stopped kissing and as I kept squeezing her we turned to him and I said: "Ron, would you like to feel my wife's big tits?"
"Are you shittin' me?" he said, almost hoarse from sexual tension.
"Is that a yes, Ron?" Connie laughed in that little girl style, touching his muscular arm.
"Honey," I looked at her with studied sincerity, "Is it OK with you if Ron feels your breasts?"
"I'd love it! Don't be shy, big boy! Make yourself at home!" She giggled, and turned to face him, making herself completely available to him, jutting her great chest out and moving her arms to her sides.
"Am I on candid camera?" he chuckled, looking around the busy parking lot, and back at us quizzically. His hands were trembling, his swollen crotch displaying wetness.
"Come on, Ron, you don't want to pass this up!" I laughed.
Taking in a deep breath, Ron put his hands on her massive knockers. For ten minutes he was squeezing them, taking one in both hands, picking each one up and letting it fall onto her body, crushing them together, and Connie leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes. He several times looked furtively around the outside of the car, but his hands never let go of her and after a while he was so into her that he stopped thinking about what people might see. Occasionally I joined in the fondling, and she gloried at the sensation of four hands grabbing her, rubbing her hot nipples.
"Ron, you don't mind if I get my hands on these big breasts, do you?" I asked. "Bill, that's great!" he whispered. This was meeting a need in him that seemed to have been building for years.
"Hey wife," I said, pecking her on the cheek, "Bill was nice enough to answer a road question earlier, how about letting him suck your tits too? Are you OK with that?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" she laughed. I said to him, "I assume you have no problem with getting your tongue on those big nipples Ron? And don't be surprised if my missus sucks on one with you!"
She leaned forward and cupped her boobs, offering them to him. He went crazy, pushing his face into her tits, sucking on them, and kneading them while his head buried itself in her incredible cleavage. My dick was in orbit and Connie was now moaning, squirming in the seat. She stared down at him as she sucked one of her tits and he sucked the other. His unshaven beard rubbed aggressively against her blushing skin. He practically lay in her lap and pushed his hungry mouth under each of her breasts. She lay back in the seat and moaned in intense pleasure.
After about five minutes I piped up, "Honey, I may be wrong, but Ron seems to go for your tits! At this rate he may want to shoot a load of cum on them. Ron, am I out of line? How would like you to get your dick out and have her jack you off on these big tits? I notice your pants are loose so pulling out that erection you've had since I walked over to your truck should be no problem! Are you game?"
As he panted he managed to gasp: "Bill, that sounds great!" He knelt on the edge of her seat, unzipped his fly, and out came a thick, long piece of manmeat. From the chest up he was outside and over the top of the car, his husky right arm holding the car door for balance.
She was thrilled to have it so near, pointing nastily toward the ceiling of the car. She leaned far forward, her eyes open with excitement, whispered "look at this DICK!" and wrapped her thick lips around the head of his purple, rock hard schlong. He moaned "oh God", and I reached under her skirt and began to finger her soaking wet pussy. After a time she began stroking his pulsating rod with her hand and called out to him: "Hey Ron!"
He craned his neck and looked down at her as she leaned toward him. "Yeah?" he gasped.
"I want to rub your cock against my tits, is that fine with you? And I want to play with your balls!"
"Yeah fine!" he yelled, his voice in a manic lower register. She tugged at his fly and licked his balls while she slid her fingers up and down his prick. Then she pushed her chest as close to his crotch as she could while pulling him toward his cleavage. I gasped with excitement and rubbed her clit. "Baby, he's been on the road and is hard up. He's your slave right now," I whispered.
"Looks like Number 2 has gotten up his confidence", I said, noticing the second driver, a younger man with a T-shirt and shorts, standing in front of our car and taking in the scene, mostly trying to get a better view of Connie.
Meanwhile Ron began to groan like a monster and his cock shot four huge, thick ribbons of semen onto my wife's tits, her shoulder, and onto her face. "Shit!" he called out, pushing his groin toward her. She kept rubbing his dick and sucked it for about a minute after he had shot his copious wad. Ron collapsed back into a kneeling position, exhausted. Connie was rubbing his juices over her tits, then licking her nipples.
"Hey Ron, did you enjoy meeting my wife?" I laughed eagerly.
"She's beautiful, Bill. Nice meeting you, m'am." He leaned over and kissed her, hesitating slightly at the sight of the cum covering her left cheek. "I would love to have a meeting like this again," he smiled, "but I doubt it. I could never get enough of you, lady." She touched his face and smiled.
Ron walked away. The other driver, sort of a cross between James Dean and Brad Pitt, took his place. "How you guys doin?" he said, rubbing his cock under his shorts.
"Great!" I said. "My name's Bill and this is my wife! I take it you're in the trucking field?"
"Hello Bill. Hi Mrs. Bill. I'm Terry. Yeah, I drive between here and the Coast and it's boring as shit sometimes. But you are making my day pretty exciting." He moved his body flush against the car and unzipped his shorts, pulling out an 8" cock, thick as a ketchup bottle. It delighted Connie. She screamed: "Another big one!" She kissed it and licked it, and planted one hand on his oversized, hairy balls.
I got out of the car and walked over to him while Connie began to jack him off. He dropped his pants and pulled wickedly on his schlong, waving it in her face. She licked and jacked it, looking up at him. "You're a big boy, Terry!" she giggled.
"How do you like my wife's fingers on your cock?" I asked. Then he knelt down and gazed in disbelief as Connie greedily scooped up the cum dangling from her tits and licked it He kneaded her tits with his hands, and they both began to pant. Her right hand lovingly stroked his rock hard tool.
"This is great, Bill," he moaned. "Why doesn't your wife turn around and bend over on her seat so I can eat her ass?"
"I am flattered that you would ask that! She has a very sexy ass, and she loves to have her ass licked. And Terry, don't forget her asshole! It drives her nuts. But let me ask her, Terry, just to be sure." I leaned into the car's back seat window. "Honey, Terry wants to chow down on your ass. Are you interested in his mouth all over your butt?"
"Let me talk to Terry, " she put on the serious act, "we don't have to go through you!" I wore a discouraged expression and told him: "Looks like you have to talk to her yourself about that."
Terry leaned into the car and I watched her stare at him, then coo sweetly in a low voice. "You want to lick my ass?" He was quite inflamed with passion and her bawdy invitation turned up the heat big time. "Oh yeah, baby!" "Will you tongue fuck my asshole and then finger fuck it? I really love that!" "Please," he stammered, "let me...."
She turned around on her hands and knees, on the front seats, and looked back at him as she lifted the hem above her plump, swaying ass. She wiggled it and spread her cheek with one hand.
He got down on his knees almost, and grabbed her buns, then kissed them. Then he began licking them all over, and licking up and down in her ass crack. She made her bottom writhe appreciately, and she whimpered "Oh yeah, eat my ass!". She backed toward him, him to attack her. "Terry, how do you like her butt?" I asked. "I notice that your cock is ready to ram to glory!"
Connie raised her head and as he ignored me and began rimming her asshole, she muttered: "Bill, just shut up and watch out for the traffic. Don't bother us." He licked and probed for what seemed like twenty minutes, fingering her asshole with one finger, then two, then three, then fingering her pussy or rubbing her clit . She responded to his finger fucking with crazy squirming and swaying of her butt. He would eat her asshole while rubbing her clit, then finger fuck her ass with three fingers, and they were getting pretty aggressive. Then I heard her say: "Hey Terry, wanna fuck my ass?"
I was out of the situation now, and he didn't even bother to look at me. I was so turned on I almost emptied my nuts in my pants, forgetting to make sure to look around so that we didn't get arrested. The next thing I knew, Terry's cock was positioning itself at her gorgeous asshole, and he was holding her buttocks firmly with each hand. She cried out in pain as he entered her anus, in gradual movements, and as he kept pushing more cock into my wife's horny body I was beside myself with sexual excitement. They were both sweating like hogs.
I got in the back seat of the car and watched Connie's face contort with lustful pleasure. She ignored me and looked back at him. "Oh I love it! Fuck my asshole!" she cried urgently, uncontrollably. "Oh, FUCK!" she yelled, trying to find his balls with her free hand but not doing so because of the angle and the pressing mass of her growing womb.
He was balls deep in her butt and kept stroking away. Her hips rocked with his. They were both moaning wildly now, lost in the sensation of this nasty butt fucking. Suddenly he exploded with strong fast drives of his cock into her wicked ass, and he emptied his hot semen into her rectum. "Stay in there, baby," she pleaded, and he kept his partly turgid dick in my wife's ass for a moment, then withdrew it, and collapsed into a kneeling position, sweat covering his face.
She reached for his cock and carressed it, then licked it clean. They kissed and Terry looked at each of us and walked slowly back to his truck. He had asked if we could do this again and I said, "Terry, we gotta go. Maybe we'll see you down the road sometime."
That was just the morning. We got to the campus about an hour later, and Connie had made it clear she was "just getting started".
In the afternoon we sat in a bar (she had ginger ale, I ordered Heineken's), having carefully selected the last of a row of booths, located not too near the front of the place, dimly lit, and not too remote to attract the inevitable males. We sat facing away from the bar so that we were hidden from view from the front, and talked. After Connie's three superfluous visits to the ladies' room and other advertising gestures, she generated interest. Eventually two tall jocks sat in the booth next to us, openly looking her over as they sat down. There was a dart board along side and they seemed to keep their own little tournament going so that they could keep staring at her. I loved this reaction of guys falling all over themselves with Connie. I should point out that there were literally two dozen available booths elsewhere in our part of the bar, not to mention tables.
So she was sending out her scent, and it had attracted two hounds. And why not! She had on a bright blue halter top and a short black skirt. The straps of her top, which met behind her neck, leaving her back deliciously bare, sort of covered the bottom halves of her melon-like tits. But the sides of her well endowed chest were mostly exposed, so her admirers, to her left, could take in the view of alot of breast flesh, including the wonderful way they jutted out but at the same time, because of all that womanliness, hung on her ribs. Her nipples were erect and their bulges under the thin fabric were visible across the room when I went to the restroom and had the perennial thrill of watching her from a distance. When returned she stood up, turned to face these smiling college hunks, and she smiled back and put her golden hair up. She did it slowly, and just stared at them, adding that crucial few seconds to her glance that separated fleeting social cordiality from an erotic welcome, the almost unmistakeable implication of sexual attraction.
Then she raised her voice slightly and said to me, completely off the wall, "You don't think these are heavy? Are you crazy? They weigh a ton!" She said it loud enough for them to hear, and they were all ears.
I got so turned on when she went into a skit that called attention, in her darkly exhibitionistic manner, to her body in public. I just sat and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat when she looked down at her extra large beauties and then thrust her chest out. Then she swiveled toward me.
"Look at them!" she laughed, doing a little shimmy that made them sway and jiggle deliciously. "I'd like to see you walk around with these on your ribs, buster."
I joined her in the game. "What's the big deal?" I yelled playfully. "Women are designed to carry loads better than men. You have more endurance. And anyway I can't see how they weigh much more than my breasts. And you have wonderful back muscles, babe."
She faced more out of the booth and rested one leg up on the booth. "Well, speaking of that, rub my back. I need you, Dr. Feelgood..." I scooted over toward her and reached my hands up to her back. She streached her arms behind her and rested her left hand on the table and the right on the side of the booth. The sight of her sexy expression and her incredible cleavage right at them must have knocked these guys silly. She closed her eyes and I kissed the small of her back. I rubbed her shoulders and she turned her head back to me, opening her seductive mouth and licked her lips.
One of the now fully attentive jocks had a crewcut, an earring in his left ear. He was constantly staring, sensing that she welcomed his attention and that I didn't care. His friend soon did the same. They had erections, and they were uncontrollably on her trail. These were no longer college students with course challenges to meet and aspirations and complicated feelings about growing up and leaving youth for adulthood and its forboding responsiblities. These two were, right now, were sexual animals.
"Now I get to rub your back!" she laughed, and she and I turned around.
This is where she pulled the trigger. This is where we swam out to the high waves. I felt her hands pull my shirt up and begin a delightful scratching around my shoulderblades. I could feel her up on her knees, with her breasts on each side of my neck. She was leaning over me slightly, which meant that her buttocks was sticking out for the delight of our new neighbors. "Hey lover," she whispered, "I just pulled up my skirt. And you know what I forgot about when I went to the restroom and took off my underpants? I forgot to take them out of my purse and put them back on! I'm going to shake it at 'em!"
The situation was in high gear...Connie's perfumed hair was enveloping my face, she was rubbing my shoulders with her hands and my head and neck with her titanic breasts, her perfectly rounded bare ass was beckoning to these crazed, total strangers, and her genitals and mine were completely on fire! A large mirror I was facing on the wall assured me that I could see most of the action.
One of the guys, she told me, was lying on his back now, in our booth, holding her grinding ass and and licking her clitoris. The other had pushed our booth table away as far as it would go and was licking her ass, fucking her still stretched asshole with his finger. Finally one had his cock out but had a tough time getting relaxed enought to maintain his erection. She turned around to face him and wrapped her abundant titflesh around his dick. After a few minutes this got him up and running. She turned back to me, stuck her bottom out, and said softly, looking back at them: "Do you guys want to fuck me?" This made them both crazy with lust. They took turns fucking her, her horny body jerking wonderfully against me with each stroke. I felt hands squeezing her tits, sometimes mashing the divine flesh around my head.
She was really into it, asking for that rigid cock as deep as they could ram it into her soaking wet twat. The scene at the truck stop had only warmed her up. They were quick to come inside her, these college boys, and this exasperated Connie, but they were quick to harden again and fuck her harder and longer the second time around. After about an hour of this I pulled my hard dick out and she jacked me off lovingly. When it was over she put her arms around me and collapsed, sweat all over her, on my shoulders. She and I closed our eyes and when one of the jocks asked if we could do it again she turned and said, "I don't think so, sweetheart", and kissed his hand. They left quietly, fucked out, no doubt scratching their heads later over the afternoon bonus they stumbled on.
We had these interludes from time to time. I looked forward to them, and God knows she did.
When Thomas was about four months old we had an electrician and his two high school assistants in to do some rewiring in the old house we bought. It was supposed to be a one-day project. I will never forget the scene: A hot September morning, a Saturday, and Connie was nursing Thomas in the ****** room. She had her red bathrobe open at the top, with no bra on, and Thomas was sucking hard on her right tit, and it was practically as big as he was. The pregnancy had left her breasts quite swollen, which only made my loins itch more. Her bra size had jumped from the already abundant 40DD to a specially made 46EE. They were so full, so huge, with to- die-for darker nipples - the aureoles had expanded to saucer dimensions. When we went to bed at night and she sat on my face, I looked up in awe at these marvelous milk-filled knockers, while she moaned in delight, grinding her clit against my tongue, and more than once I came when she jacked me off for a few seconds.
So on this torrid weekend morning Sam, the electrician, and his boys, were supposed to be accomplishing the replacement of the circuit breaker box in the basement but frequently found excuses to work their way upstairs to check something that gave them a passing or lingering opportunity to check my wife out. Or to ask Connie questions that 1) I could have answered, and I was in the kitchen reading the paper, immediately next to the door to the basement stairs, 2) were completely redundant ("I'm sorry, Mrs. Medford, what did you say the age of this house is?") and 3) had nothing to do with their visit ("Mrs. Medford, can I call you Connie - - do you happen to know if any houses here are still on septic system?"). I could see that these guys were completely fascinated by Connie's body and clearly wanted to be in Thomas's place. As she sat on the couch she answered their questions in her sexy little girl voice and giggled lustily when one of the high school guys, Hank, stood in front of Connie and Thomas, stumbling in adolescent words to act interested in how nice the baby was ---- while his conspicuous erection stated the real message he wished to convey. She looked significantly at his hard-on while he talked, and he certainly must have noticed her stares.
At one point the two teenagers went up to the second floor to check out something and evidently had wound up in the baby's room. I heard them talking over the baby monitor. "Christ, would I love to play with the tits on this guy's wife!" one laughed. "I could fuck her while she squirted me, and she could suck my cock after milking it...." the other said. "Sam told me he was going bananas. He said his ultimate fantasy is to have sex with a woman whose nursing" "The tits on the girls we chase at school are little kids' boobs compared to her. Wow!" This banter hit me like a ton of erotic bricks - Connie could hear it too and stared playfully at my reaction, her head tilted and a knowing smile forming on her beautiful face. We looked intently at each other and knew this might lead to a fun situation.
Later Sam, a tall, redheaded guy with good looks and probably a high school education tops, came up to the kitchen with Hank and the other youngster, Sean. They were all packed up for the day, sooner than I had thought. He and I had discussed the time required for the job over the phone during the week and he had been certain today was all he had required - it was not a complicated task. But they hadn't planned on Connie. They told me that they would be back during the week to finish up. I asked him about the necessity of three people. "I don't want to pay for three, I said. Sam started to answer and the high school guys jumped in: "Oh, we'll come just to learn - uh - we won't want to get - uh- paid, Sam, right?" Sam nodded. "I might bring another apprentice from the high school," Sam added, "if you don't mind."
"Will you be here?" he asked, grinning slightly, assuming I would answer no. I followed this particular script and said: "I'll be at work. Connie does work part time, what day did you have in mind?" He stopped looking at me and turned in a nervous fashion to look at her on the couch, "Well, what's a good day for you, Connie?" She said: "Monday, I'll be home all day." He remained in his twisted position and laughed: "Looks like Thomas is getting HIS breakfast, huh? Great!" She adjusted Thomas's position on her massive tit, although it wasn't necessary. Hank and Sean had drifted into the ****** room, and were standing over her with obvious arousal. Sam, still staring into the ****** room, said: "OK Bill we'll be here around 10 on Monday."
The boys said nothing, just watching, grinning when she looked up at them. "I have to change tits," she said. "Why don't one of you future dads hold him while I make the adjustment? I can show you how to hold him...." She crossed her long legs, and the robe barely covered her thighs.
With these young men she hardly knew, her bold use and manner of saying "tits" - and there was a long sounding of the "S", "Titssssssssss" - had a profoundly stimulating effect on all males present. She was going into her power phase of the tease, and had complete control.
Hank, not looking at anything but Connie's bright green eyes and fabulous chest, tried to be "cool" and hide the sexual tension in his voice. "Can I hold him? Could you show us?" Hank must have been some sort of jock at school; he was very well built, a senior, and had that cocky, self-assured demeanor reserved for all-state wrestlers and quarterbacks.
She took Thomas away from her breast and then did something that took us to another lever - she squeezed the nipple slowly, another completely unnecessary gesture. As she looked down at what she was doing, with her full lips pursed as if to kiss, thin but strong streams of titmilk suddenly shot out in several directions from her massive breast. Sam just stood, hypnotized. I was getting so aroused at the effect she was having that my dick was getting sore. She did this for about thirty seconds, and lay her head back on the couch, with her eyes closed. Milk kept squirting in all directions, and traveled in amazingly long distances. Milk was landing on their pants and she opened her eyes slightly, her lips parted.
"I have to do this because I have so much," she muttered. "You're learning about electrical from Sam and motherhood from me, boys," she grinned.
The two lads were almost trembling. Then she stood up slowly, each of her giant mams half revealed through her robe, and stepped close to Hank. The sun coming in the window to her right shone on her chest, and a contrasting shadow made her cleavage even more thrilling. "You hold a baby a lot of ways, but let's just learn over the shoulder." She demonstrated with Thomas and carefully handed our son to Hank, who with shaking hands put Thomas correctly over his muscular shoulder, his bicep getting an encouraging caress from Connie's fingers.
She moved closer to Hank, her chest within inches of him. "See, that wasn't hard was it, father of the future?" She clapped her hands together and laughed, throwing her head back flirtatiously. Her titflesh jiggled. She turned to Sean, catching him with his wide eyes glued to her figure, and she put her hand on his face briefly. "How about you? Do you want to hold my baby?" Sean could only nod. He tried to talk and nothing happened. She showed him what to do, Hank handed the baby to her, and she handed Thomas, who was getting more and more vocal, to Sean. Sean held him for only a few seconds, then Connie bounced down into the couch, her big tits jiggling in such a tantalizing way. She then squeezed both her nipples so that milk squirted out and to the side and dripped onto her robe and her hands. Some of it landed on Hank's pants and one of his arms. "Oh my" she said. She looked at him hard, her lips slightly open, and said "Hope I didn't gross you out, young man!" He was speechless, no doubt overwhelmed by the explosion of lust within him.
I walked them to the door. They were in an animal state - you could cut it with a knife - and as they departed Sam whispered to me: "Your wife is unbelievable." He shook my hand hard and looked at me even harder.
After they left I stood next to her and dropped my pants, my cock standing at rigid attention. Connie took off her robe, kept the baby at her breast, and let me lean down, with one leg balanced on the arm of the couch to her right, and eat her pussy and her asshole. Her vagina was soaking wet. She insisted I eat her over and over again, and only then did she jack me off.
We knew instinctively, with this new situation, that I would not go into work on Monday, and that I would hide outside one of the ****** room windows, or in the bedroom closet if necessary, when the time was right. We arranged for a neighbor to watch Thomas all day. We had a big morning planned for Sam and his boys. I made sure the video camera was running perfectly.
On Monday morning Connie and I waited impatiently for her newest fans to show. The phone rang at 9:00. It was Sam. I picked up on the extension after she answered it. "Hello," she purred. "Connie? It's Sam from Sam's Electrical! How are you?" "Fine, Sam." "Hey we're done with the job before you ahead of schedule and we would like to come over and finish up the install at your place now, OK?" "Great," she said, "I'll put on some coffee. Do you like - uh - milk?" There was silence at the other end. "Sure do, thanks!" "Are the boys coming?" she asked. "Yes, and my nephew, is that OK?" "Fine, Sam." "Connie," his voice lowered in register, "is your husband at work now?" She began to answer and he interrupted, his voice louder, more official, "I'm just asking because I wanted to make sure you would be comfortable going over the bill when we finish." Connie said: "I can help you with that, no problem." "Great!" he said, obviously excited at the implicit message that I was at the office. She played it further though, "if you want, Sam, I can ask Bill to run over here from work - - - " "Oh no no no, not necessary," Sam protested. "Are you sure?" she persisted, "he's five minutes from here." "No Connie, you're all I need."
Connie put the phone down and shook as she reached to put on a fresh pot of coffee. She was blushing at the prospect of entertaining her "boys" and their boss, whose greatest sexual fantasy was in the offing.
TO BE CONTINUED
At about the time we had our first child, a darling baby boy named Thomas, we were routinely feeding Connie's appetite for teasing men and my appetite for watching her lead them to various kinds of sexual insanity. I never ceased to marvel at her looks: her natural blonde hair, her light freckled complexion, her full lips, that soft Monroe voice, and of course her incredible figure. Within a few weeks after the baby she was back to normal, a fact made plain when she walked him around the house and her lovely, shapely bubble ass was back to its deliciously curvy self. Everywhere we went, the guys picked up on her showing off and I continued to learn how strong that masculine response can be when a woman with her sexual electricity cultivates, rather than deflects, male attentions. She turned the dull attitude of insensitive guys - those who for some reason normally did not notice sexy women - with their noses buried in their business - into uncontrollable lusting.
It was always difficult to keep a perspective because it could consume all our waking hours, when there was my job and her part time work, and Thomas to raise, and things like eating and leisure time - other than this all-encompassing obsession that we shared.
Going back a bit, even when she was four months pregnant she was hot to turn guys into bumbling idiots with hard rods dying to get into her vagina. We drove downstate in early May and visited the campus where we had attended grad school. I made a pretend call on a pay phone about twenty feet from our car at a rest stop, parked back in the corner near all the tractor trailers, and she was in the front seat, door open passenger side, bending over slightly, her swollen knockers bursting out of a half unbuttoned red maternity top. Truckers walking by just went bananas. The early morning sun lit up her fair skin and that enchanting blonde hair that smartly curled onto her brow, half covering her eyes and her sunglasses. Then I got in the driver's side and we started to neck, our pulses jumping at the prospect of long haul truckers watching her squirm and jiggle as I carressed her arms while kissing her face from behind. She faced out toward the parking lot.
After about five minutes of this Connie said, her breathing accelerating: "I see a couple guys in their cabs, can you? Over slightly to the left of where I'm facing and another to the right..." "Is your door in the way of their view?" I wondered, just to make sure. "No."
Next question: Was there an active audience? "Are they..?" "They're into it," she said, finishing the sentence. I kissed my lovely wife passionately and she licked my lips and cheek with her long tongue.
I reached down to her chest and cupped her heavy tits with my hands, thrilling at the familiar inability of my relatively large hands to grab them in their wonderful fullness. I squeezed them toward each other, under the thin fabric, and rubbed her erect nipples. Then I squeezed them more aggressively, watching their flesh push more into the opening at the top of her maternity blouse, so that the cleavage was doing a shimmy. The sun was right on her tantalizing cleavage. I unbuttoned another button and began pulling her right breast out into the morning breeze, the nipple hard and protruding wickedly in the direction of the two truckers. Now I was squeezing it and pushing and pulling it every which way, and they so that they could see my horny hand doing what they surely wanted to do. Helping my pregnant wife show her bare tits to these strangers made me stiffer than hell, and I knew she was heating up - all over.
Then I got out of the car and walked to the driver on our right - about thirty five feet from where our car was parked. He was a heavy set guy, about 6 feet, with shades, a potbelly, about 40, wore sunglasses. Jeans and a flannel shirt. He opened his cab door as I looked at him earnestly. In an innocent, affable voice I called up: "Do you know how many miles we are from the border?"
He just looked at me, and stared at Connie, who sat langorously in in the car, stroking the exposed breast and looking vacantly out at us through her shades.
"What?" he said softly, looking at me more intently.
I repeated the question. "About three hours," he said. "That's one hell of a woman there." He said, laughing nervously.
"I am a lucky husband!" I smiled. "She's four months pregnant with our first child and as you can see her tits are getting gigantic!"
"I've been away from home for a week and when I see a beautiful lady like that I...." he paused, just shook his head and stared incredulously.
I shuddered with delight at his obvious riveted attention. I watched him watching her and kept the conversation on the only subject that mattered. "I just love to play with her chest. There's nothing like my wife's 40DD equipment! I am so proud of her!"
He whistled, shaking his head again and laughing - and squirming in his seat. I thought of the supply of fluids built up in his nuts and how they were simmering at the incredible sight of her slutlike playing with her boobs.
We introduced ourselves. He was Ron. "Would you like to come over and meet her?" I said, smiling. He got down from the truck. He followed me and I walked up to Connie, who tossed her head and grinned at us both. "Honey, this is...." "Ron," he said, chuckling. "Hi Ron!" she said, shaking his hand. I began walking over to my side of the car. "Stay right there, Ron."
I got into the driver's seat and Connie scooted around more facing front. I leaned down and Ron leaned forward into the car, bending his knees.
"Honey, I was telling Ron how nice it was to feel you up and play with your big soft tits."
She looked him over, staring at the bulge in his crotch. "My husband sure IS a breast man!" she laughed affably, as if talking about my love of golf. On the surface the tone was matter of fact, easygoing, light.
"Ron," I reached for the exposed breast and began rubbing it, pushing it up toward her face, and she sensuouslsy licked the aroused nipple. "This is the kind of thing you just can't get enough of. Are you a tit man too Ron?"
"Bill, even if I weren't, your wife has made me one for life!" He was kneeling down now, and staring in a trance as, while I was now aiming her right breast at his face, she reached into her blouse and brought out its equally amazing twin. She stared intently at him as I now rubbed them both and I kissed her neck and licked her ear. Her hardening nipples stuck out like I'd never seen - like he'd never seen.
We did this for about five minutes. Connie and I moaned as I played with her chest, Ron's nervous laughs and quickening breath were punctuated by increasingly frequent comments like: "Oh man", "This is fantastic", and "Bill, you are one fortunate son of a bitch!"
Connie and I then stopped kissing and as I kept squeezing her we turned to him and I said: "Ron, would you like to feel my wife's big tits?"
"Are you shittin' me?" he said, almost hoarse from sexual tension.
"Is that a yes, Ron?" Connie laughed in that little girl style, touching his muscular arm.
"Honey," I looked at her with studied sincerity, "Is it OK with you if Ron feels your breasts?"
"I'd love it! Don't be shy, big boy! Make yourself at home!" She giggled, and turned to face him, making herself completely available to him, jutting her great chest out and moving her arms to her sides.
"Am I on candid camera?" he chuckled, looking around the busy parking lot, and back at us quizzically. His hands were trembling, his swollen crotch displaying wetness.
"Come on, Ron, you don't want to pass this up!" I laughed.
Taking in a deep breath, Ron put his hands on her massive knockers. For ten minutes he was squeezing them, taking one in both hands, picking each one up and letting it fall onto her body, crushing them together, and Connie leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes. He several times looked furtively around the outside of the car, but his hands never let go of her and after a while he was so into her that he stopped thinking about what people might see. Occasionally I joined in the fondling, and she gloried at the sensation of four hands grabbing her, rubbing her hot nipples.
"Ron, you don't mind if I get my hands on these big breasts, do you?" I asked. "Bill, that's great!" he whispered. This was meeting a need in him that seemed to have been building for years.
"Hey wife," I said, pecking her on the cheek, "Bill was nice enough to answer a road question earlier, how about letting him suck your tits too? Are you OK with that?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" she laughed. I said to him, "I assume you have no problem with getting your tongue on those big nipples Ron? And don't be surprised if my missus sucks on one with you!"
She leaned forward and cupped her boobs, offering them to him. He went crazy, pushing his face into her tits, sucking on them, and kneading them while his head buried itself in her incredible cleavage. My dick was in orbit and Connie was now moaning, squirming in the seat. She stared down at him as she sucked one of her tits and he sucked the other. His unshaven beard rubbed aggressively against her blushing skin. He practically lay in her lap and pushed his hungry mouth under each of her breasts. She lay back in the seat and moaned in intense pleasure.
After about five minutes I piped up, "Honey, I may be wrong, but Ron seems to go for your tits! At this rate he may want to shoot a load of cum on them. Ron, am I out of line? How would like you to get your dick out and have her jack you off on these big tits? I notice your pants are loose so pulling out that erection you've had since I walked over to your truck should be no problem! Are you game?"
As he panted he managed to gasp: "Bill, that sounds great!" He knelt on the edge of her seat, unzipped his fly, and out came a thick, long piece of manmeat. From the chest up he was outside and over the top of the car, his husky right arm holding the car door for balance.
She was thrilled to have it so near, pointing nastily toward the ceiling of the car. She leaned far forward, her eyes open with excitement, whispered "look at this DICK!" and wrapped her thick lips around the head of his purple, rock hard schlong. He moaned "oh God", and I reached under her skirt and began to finger her soaking wet pussy. After a time she began stroking his pulsating rod with her hand and called out to him: "Hey Ron!"
He craned his neck and looked down at her as she leaned toward him. "Yeah?" he gasped.
"I want to rub your cock against my tits, is that fine with you? And I want to play with your balls!"
"Yeah fine!" he yelled, his voice in a manic lower register. She tugged at his fly and licked his balls while she slid her fingers up and down his prick. Then she pushed her chest as close to his crotch as she could while pulling him toward his cleavage. I gasped with excitement and rubbed her clit. "Baby, he's been on the road and is hard up. He's your slave right now," I whispered.
"Looks like Number 2 has gotten up his confidence", I said, noticing the second driver, a younger man with a T-shirt and shorts, standing in front of our car and taking in the scene, mostly trying to get a better view of Connie.
Meanwhile Ron began to groan like a monster and his cock shot four huge, thick ribbons of semen onto my wife's tits, her shoulder, and onto her face. "Shit!" he called out, pushing his groin toward her. She kept rubbing his dick and sucked it for about a minute after he had shot his copious wad. Ron collapsed back into a kneeling position, exhausted. Connie was rubbing his juices over her tits, then licking her nipples.
"Hey Ron, did you enjoy meeting my wife?" I laughed eagerly.
"She's beautiful, Bill. Nice meeting you, m'am." He leaned over and kissed her, hesitating slightly at the sight of the cum covering her left cheek. "I would love to have a meeting like this again," he smiled, "but I doubt it. I could never get enough of you, lady." She touched his face and smiled.
Ron walked away. The other driver, sort of a cross between James Dean and Brad Pitt, took his place. "How you guys doin?" he said, rubbing his cock under his shorts.
"Great!" I said. "My name's Bill and this is my wife! I take it you're in the trucking field?"
"Hello Bill. Hi Mrs. Bill. I'm Terry. Yeah, I drive between here and the Coast and it's boring as shit sometimes. But you are making my day pretty exciting." He moved his body flush against the car and unzipped his shorts, pulling out an 8" cock, thick as a ketchup bottle. It delighted Connie. She screamed: "Another big one!" She kissed it and licked it, and planted one hand on his oversized, hairy balls.
I got out of the car and walked over to him while Connie began to jack him off. He dropped his pants and pulled wickedly on his schlong, waving it in her face. She licked and jacked it, looking up at him. "You're a big boy, Terry!" she giggled.
"How do you like my wife's fingers on your cock?" I asked. Then he knelt down and gazed in disbelief as Connie greedily scooped up the cum dangling from her tits and licked it He kneaded her tits with his hands, and they both began to pant. Her right hand lovingly stroked his rock hard tool.
"This is great, Bill," he moaned. "Why doesn't your wife turn around and bend over on her seat so I can eat her ass?"
"I am flattered that you would ask that! She has a very sexy ass, and she loves to have her ass licked. And Terry, don't forget her asshole! It drives her nuts. But let me ask her, Terry, just to be sure." I leaned into the car's back seat window. "Honey, Terry wants to chow down on your ass. Are you interested in his mouth all over your butt?"
"Let me talk to Terry, " she put on the serious act, "we don't have to go through you!" I wore a discouraged expression and told him: "Looks like you have to talk to her yourself about that."
Terry leaned into the car and I watched her stare at him, then coo sweetly in a low voice. "You want to lick my ass?" He was quite inflamed with passion and her bawdy invitation turned up the heat big time. "Oh yeah, baby!" "Will you tongue fuck my asshole and then finger fuck it? I really love that!" "Please," he stammered, "let me...."
She turned around on her hands and knees, on the front seats, and looked back at him as she lifted the hem above her plump, swaying ass. She wiggled it and spread her cheek with one hand.
He got down on his knees almost, and grabbed her buns, then kissed them. Then he began licking them all over, and licking up and down in her ass crack. She made her bottom writhe appreciately, and she whimpered "Oh yeah, eat my ass!". She backed toward him, him to attack her. "Terry, how do you like her butt?" I asked. "I notice that your cock is ready to ram to glory!"
Connie raised her head and as he ignored me and began rimming her asshole, she muttered: "Bill, just shut up and watch out for the traffic. Don't bother us." He licked and probed for what seemed like twenty minutes, fingering her asshole with one finger, then two, then three, then fingering her pussy or rubbing her clit . She responded to his finger fucking with crazy squirming and swaying of her butt. He would eat her asshole while rubbing her clit, then finger fuck her ass with three fingers, and they were getting pretty aggressive. Then I heard her say: "Hey Terry, wanna fuck my ass?"
I was out of the situation now, and he didn't even bother to look at me. I was so turned on I almost emptied my nuts in my pants, forgetting to make sure to look around so that we didn't get arrested. The next thing I knew, Terry's cock was positioning itself at her gorgeous asshole, and he was holding her buttocks firmly with each hand. She cried out in pain as he entered her anus, in gradual movements, and as he kept pushing more cock into my wife's horny body I was beside myself with sexual excitement. They were both sweating like hogs.
I got in the back seat of the car and watched Connie's face contort with lustful pleasure. She ignored me and looked back at him. "Oh I love it! Fuck my asshole!" she cried urgently, uncontrollably. "Oh, FUCK!" she yelled, trying to find his balls with her free hand but not doing so because of the angle and the pressing mass of her growing womb.
He was balls deep in her butt and kept stroking away. Her hips rocked with his. They were both moaning wildly now, lost in the sensation of this nasty butt fucking. Suddenly he exploded with strong fast drives of his cock into her wicked ass, and he emptied his hot semen into her rectum. "Stay in there, baby," she pleaded, and he kept his partly turgid dick in my wife's ass for a moment, then withdrew it, and collapsed into a kneeling position, sweat covering his face.
She reached for his cock and carressed it, then licked it clean. They kissed and Terry looked at each of us and walked slowly back to his truck. He had asked if we could do this again and I said, "Terry, we gotta go. Maybe we'll see you down the road sometime."
That was just the morning. We got to the campus about an hour later, and Connie had made it clear she was "just getting started".
In the afternoon we sat in a bar (she had ginger ale, I ordered Heineken's), having carefully selected the last of a row of booths, located not too near the front of the place, dimly lit, and not too remote to attract the inevitable males. We sat facing away from the bar so that we were hidden from view from the front, and talked. After Connie's three superfluous visits to the ladies' room and other advertising gestures, she generated interest. Eventually two tall jocks sat in the booth next to us, openly looking her over as they sat down. There was a dart board along side and they seemed to keep their own little tournament going so that they could keep staring at her. I loved this reaction of guys falling all over themselves with Connie. I should point out that there were literally two dozen available booths elsewhere in our part of the bar, not to mention tables.
So she was sending out her scent, and it had attracted two hounds. And why not! She had on a bright blue halter top and a short black skirt. The straps of her top, which met behind her neck, leaving her back deliciously bare, sort of covered the bottom halves of her melon-like tits. But the sides of her well endowed chest were mostly exposed, so her admirers, to her left, could take in the view of alot of breast flesh, including the wonderful way they jutted out but at the same time, because of all that womanliness, hung on her ribs. Her nipples were erect and their bulges under the thin fabric were visible across the room when I went to the restroom and had the perennial thrill of watching her from a distance. When returned she stood up, turned to face these smiling college hunks, and she smiled back and put her golden hair up. She did it slowly, and just stared at them, adding that crucial few seconds to her glance that separated fleeting social cordiality from an erotic welcome, the almost unmistakeable implication of sexual attraction.
Then she raised her voice slightly and said to me, completely off the wall, "You don't think these are heavy? Are you crazy? They weigh a ton!" She said it loud enough for them to hear, and they were all ears.
I got so turned on when she went into a skit that called attention, in her darkly exhibitionistic manner, to her body in public. I just sat and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat when she looked down at her extra large beauties and then thrust her chest out. Then she swiveled toward me.
"Look at them!" she laughed, doing a little shimmy that made them sway and jiggle deliciously. "I'd like to see you walk around with these on your ribs, buster."
I joined her in the game. "What's the big deal?" I yelled playfully. "Women are designed to carry loads better than men. You have more endurance. And anyway I can't see how they weigh much more than my breasts. And you have wonderful back muscles, babe."
She faced more out of the booth and rested one leg up on the booth. "Well, speaking of that, rub my back. I need you, Dr. Feelgood..." I scooted over toward her and reached my hands up to her back. She streached her arms behind her and rested her left hand on the table and the right on the side of the booth. The sight of her sexy expression and her incredible cleavage right at them must have knocked these guys silly. She closed her eyes and I kissed the small of her back. I rubbed her shoulders and she turned her head back to me, opening her seductive mouth and licked her lips.
One of the now fully attentive jocks had a crewcut, an earring in his left ear. He was constantly staring, sensing that she welcomed his attention and that I didn't care. His friend soon did the same. They had erections, and they were uncontrollably on her trail. These were no longer college students with course challenges to meet and aspirations and complicated feelings about growing up and leaving youth for adulthood and its forboding responsiblities. These two were, right now, were sexual animals.
"Now I get to rub your back!" she laughed, and she and I turned around.
This is where she pulled the trigger. This is where we swam out to the high waves. I felt her hands pull my shirt up and begin a delightful scratching around my shoulderblades. I could feel her up on her knees, with her breasts on each side of my neck. She was leaning over me slightly, which meant that her buttocks was sticking out for the delight of our new neighbors. "Hey lover," she whispered, "I just pulled up my skirt. And you know what I forgot about when I went to the restroom and took off my underpants? I forgot to take them out of my purse and put them back on! I'm going to shake it at 'em!"
The situation was in high gear...Connie's perfumed hair was enveloping my face, she was rubbing my shoulders with her hands and my head and neck with her titanic breasts, her perfectly rounded bare ass was beckoning to these crazed, total strangers, and her genitals and mine were completely on fire! A large mirror I was facing on the wall assured me that I could see most of the action.
One of the guys, she told me, was lying on his back now, in our booth, holding her grinding ass and and licking her clitoris. The other had pushed our booth table away as far as it would go and was licking her ass, fucking her still stretched asshole with his finger. Finally one had his cock out but had a tough time getting relaxed enought to maintain his erection. She turned around to face him and wrapped her abundant titflesh around his dick. After a few minutes this got him up and running. She turned back to me, stuck her bottom out, and said softly, looking back at them: "Do you guys want to fuck me?" This made them both crazy with lust. They took turns fucking her, her horny body jerking wonderfully against me with each stroke. I felt hands squeezing her tits, sometimes mashing the divine flesh around my head.
She was really into it, asking for that rigid cock as deep as they could ram it into her soaking wet twat. The scene at the truck stop had only warmed her up. They were quick to come inside her, these college boys, and this exasperated Connie, but they were quick to harden again and fuck her harder and longer the second time around. After about an hour of this I pulled my hard dick out and she jacked me off lovingly. When it was over she put her arms around me and collapsed, sweat all over her, on my shoulders. She and I closed our eyes and when one of the jocks asked if we could do it again she turned and said, "I don't think so, sweetheart", and kissed his hand. They left quietly, fucked out, no doubt scratching their heads later over the afternoon bonus they stumbled on.
We had these interludes from time to time. I looked forward to them, and God knows she did.
When Thomas was about four months old we had an electrician and his two high school assistants in to do some rewiring in the old house we bought. It was supposed to be a one-day project. I will never forget the scene: A hot September morning, a Saturday, and Connie was nursing Thomas in the ****** room. She had her red bathrobe open at the top, with no bra on, and Thomas was sucking hard on her right tit, and it was practically as big as he was. The pregnancy had left her breasts quite swollen, which only made my loins itch more. Her bra size had jumped from the already abundant 40DD to a specially made 46EE. They were so full, so huge, with to- die-for darker nipples - the aureoles had expanded to saucer dimensions. When we went to bed at night and she sat on my face, I looked up in awe at these marvelous milk-filled knockers, while she moaned in delight, grinding her clit against my tongue, and more than once I came when she jacked me off for a few seconds.
So on this torrid weekend morning Sam, the electrician, and his boys, were supposed to be accomplishing the replacement of the circuit breaker box in the basement but frequently found excuses to work their way upstairs to check something that gave them a passing or lingering opportunity to check my wife out. Or to ask Connie questions that 1) I could have answered, and I was in the kitchen reading the paper, immediately next to the door to the basement stairs, 2) were completely redundant ("I'm sorry, Mrs. Medford, what did you say the age of this house is?") and 3) had nothing to do with their visit ("Mrs. Medford, can I call you Connie - - do you happen to know if any houses here are still on septic system?"). I could see that these guys were completely fascinated by Connie's body and clearly wanted to be in Thomas's place. As she sat on the couch she answered their questions in her sexy little girl voice and giggled lustily when one of the high school guys, Hank, stood in front of Connie and Thomas, stumbling in adolescent words to act interested in how nice the baby was ---- while his conspicuous erection stated the real message he wished to convey. She looked significantly at his hard-on while he talked, and he certainly must have noticed her stares.
At one point the two teenagers went up to the second floor to check out something and evidently had wound up in the baby's room. I heard them talking over the baby monitor. "Christ, would I love to play with the tits on this guy's wife!" one laughed. "I could fuck her while she squirted me, and she could suck my cock after milking it...." the other said. "Sam told me he was going bananas. He said his ultimate fantasy is to have sex with a woman whose nursing" "The tits on the girls we chase at school are little kids' boobs compared to her. Wow!" This banter hit me like a ton of erotic bricks - Connie could hear it too and stared playfully at my reaction, her head tilted and a knowing smile forming on her beautiful face. We looked intently at each other and knew this might lead to a fun situation.
Later Sam, a tall, redheaded guy with good looks and probably a high school education tops, came up to the kitchen with Hank and the other youngster, Sean. They were all packed up for the day, sooner than I had thought. He and I had discussed the time required for the job over the phone during the week and he had been certain today was all he had required - it was not a complicated task. But they hadn't planned on Connie. They told me that they would be back during the week to finish up. I asked him about the necessity of three people. "I don't want to pay for three, I said. Sam started to answer and the high school guys jumped in: "Oh, we'll come just to learn - uh - we won't want to get - uh- paid, Sam, right?" Sam nodded. "I might bring another apprentice from the high school," Sam added, "if you don't mind."
"Will you be here?" he asked, grinning slightly, assuming I would answer no. I followed this particular script and said: "I'll be at work. Connie does work part time, what day did you have in mind?" He stopped looking at me and turned in a nervous fashion to look at her on the couch, "Well, what's a good day for you, Connie?" She said: "Monday, I'll be home all day." He remained in his twisted position and laughed: "Looks like Thomas is getting HIS breakfast, huh? Great!" She adjusted Thomas's position on her massive tit, although it wasn't necessary. Hank and Sean had drifted into the ****** room, and were standing over her with obvious arousal. Sam, still staring into the ****** room, said: "OK Bill we'll be here around 10 on Monday."
The boys said nothing, just watching, grinning when she looked up at them. "I have to change tits," she said. "Why don't one of you future dads hold him while I make the adjustment? I can show you how to hold him...." She crossed her long legs, and the robe barely covered her thighs.
With these young men she hardly knew, her bold use and manner of saying "tits" - and there was a long sounding of the "S", "Titssssssssss" - had a profoundly stimulating effect on all males present. She was going into her power phase of the tease, and had complete control.
Hank, not looking at anything but Connie's bright green eyes and fabulous chest, tried to be "cool" and hide the sexual tension in his voice. "Can I hold him? Could you show us?" Hank must have been some sort of jock at school; he was very well built, a senior, and had that cocky, self-assured demeanor reserved for all-state wrestlers and quarterbacks.
She took Thomas away from her breast and then did something that took us to another lever - she squeezed the nipple slowly, another completely unnecessary gesture. As she looked down at what she was doing, with her full lips pursed as if to kiss, thin but strong streams of titmilk suddenly shot out in several directions from her massive breast. Sam just stood, hypnotized. I was getting so aroused at the effect she was having that my dick was getting sore. She did this for about thirty seconds, and lay her head back on the couch, with her eyes closed. Milk kept squirting in all directions, and traveled in amazingly long distances. Milk was landing on their pants and she opened her eyes slightly, her lips parted.
"I have to do this because I have so much," she muttered. "You're learning about electrical from Sam and motherhood from me, boys," she grinned.
The two lads were almost trembling. Then she stood up slowly, each of her giant mams half revealed through her robe, and stepped close to Hank. The sun coming in the window to her right shone on her chest, and a contrasting shadow made her cleavage even more thrilling. "You hold a baby a lot of ways, but let's just learn over the shoulder." She demonstrated with Thomas and carefully handed our son to Hank, who with shaking hands put Thomas correctly over his muscular shoulder, his bicep getting an encouraging caress from Connie's fingers.
She moved closer to Hank, her chest within inches of him. "See, that wasn't hard was it, father of the future?" She clapped her hands together and laughed, throwing her head back flirtatiously. Her titflesh jiggled. She turned to Sean, catching him with his wide eyes glued to her figure, and she put her hand on his face briefly. "How about you? Do you want to hold my baby?" Sean could only nod. He tried to talk and nothing happened. She showed him what to do, Hank handed the baby to her, and she handed Thomas, who was getting more and more vocal, to Sean. Sean held him for only a few seconds, then Connie bounced down into the couch, her big tits jiggling in such a tantalizing way. She then squeezed both her nipples so that milk squirted out and to the side and dripped onto her robe and her hands. Some of it landed on Hank's pants and one of his arms. "Oh my" she said. She looked at him hard, her lips slightly open, and said "Hope I didn't gross you out, young man!" He was speechless, no doubt overwhelmed by the explosion of lust within him.
I walked them to the door. They were in an animal state - you could cut it with a knife - and as they departed Sam whispered to me: "Your wife is unbelievable." He shook my hand hard and looked at me even harder.
After they left I stood next to her and dropped my pants, my cock standing at rigid attention. Connie took off her robe, kept the baby at her breast, and let me lean down, with one leg balanced on the arm of the couch to her right, and eat her pussy and her asshole. Her vagina was soaking wet. She insisted I eat her over and over again, and only then did she jack me off.
We knew instinctively, with this new situation, that I would not go into work on Monday, and that I would hide outside one of the ****** room windows, or in the bedroom closet if necessary, when the time was right. We arranged for a neighbor to watch Thomas all day. We had a big morning planned for Sam and his boys. I made sure the video camera was running perfectly.
On Monday morning Connie and I waited impatiently for her newest fans to show. The phone rang at 9:00. It was Sam. I picked up on the extension after she answered it. "Hello," she purred. "Connie? It's Sam from Sam's Electrical! How are you?" "Fine, Sam." "Hey we're done with the job before you ahead of schedule and we would like to come over and finish up the install at your place now, OK?" "Great," she said, "I'll put on some coffee. Do you like - uh - milk?" There was silence at the other end. "Sure do, thanks!" "Are the boys coming?" she asked. "Yes, and my nephew, is that OK?" "Fine, Sam." "Connie," his voice lowered in register, "is your husband at work now?" She began to answer and he interrupted, his voice louder, more official, "I'm just asking because I wanted to make sure you would be comfortable going over the bill when we finish." Connie said: "I can help you with that, no problem." "Great!" he said, obviously excited at the implicit message that I was at the office. She played it further though, "if you want, Sam, I can ask Bill to run over here from work - - - " "Oh no no no, not necessary," Sam protested. "Are you sure?" she persisted, "he's five minutes from here." "No Connie, you're all I need."
Connie put the phone down and shook as she reached to put on a fresh pot of coffee. She was blushing at the prospect of entertaining her "boys" and their boss, whose greatest sexual fantasy was in the offing.
TO BE CONTINUED
