To the eagerly waiting Lindsey, leaning against the wall on our front porch with her hands resting behind her neck, came Greg and his excess number of helpers. This time he was in more rugged moving attire of T-shirt and jeans. I came out to greet them just as Greg and my wife, with these other palookas and I standing there awkwardly, kissed like they were passionately courting one another. I felt like reacting but we were practically in our front yard, with neighbors out and about, so I did not. He then introduced Lindsey and me to Rico, a tall, very fit looking black guy who - based on his hulking build - could very easily have played in the NFL. Rico's hand appeared to be twice the size of mine when he shook it. His voice was immediately bedroom style when he made Lindsey's acquaintance. "You were so right, Greg," Rico said as he looked my wife over. Behind Rico was Ed, another big guy, blonde, not as bulked out. He had kind of a high voice for his size. "Yeah, wow," he to Greg as he shook her hand and stared at her chest. Each of these guys looked to be no more than their early 20s.
We also met Rudy, a white guy whom we were told was the first employee to work for Greg - he was older, short and not very muscular but hard looking, smelling of tobacco and late nights at the honky-tonks. Finally, a chunky but strong looking Black guy, 17 years old, named Flash came up the walk. Everyone else apparently blocked his view of Lindsey because he called out to Greg, "hey where is she?" Greg gestured for discretion with his index finger at his lips, glanced at me quickly, and then introduced her to Flash. He kissed her hand and exclaimed: "I get to pack her and move her." Everyone chuckled. He went on, "Of course we got to find the right containers for those," he was looking down at her breasts. More laughter, and that included Lindsey. "Shit! Baby, you gonna be around all day?" She smiled, "absolutely." He looked closer at her chest, as if he were talking to her breasts. "Are you gonna be around all day?" he said to her right breast, then he turned to the and asked the same thing. I had hoped she would do something to discourage this but instead she chuckled: "They're not going anywhere, either." She turned and stared at me, grinning. I had lost control and was at a loss for words. Flash then looked at me: "Hey, how ya doin'? They say I talk too much. Greg told me your wife was - uh - something to see, don't take offense." He gave me a comradely poke.
The sixth man on the scene remained at the truck, smiling, waving, unspeaking. He was a slightly shorter version of Rico. Looked like a real brute. Greg said to Lindsey: "That's Little D. He's shy, but you'll really like him once he gets relaxed. He's Rico's little brother. But don't worry. He's big." Lindsey rubbed her hands together. "Oh goodie!" she giggled.
Lindsey led them inside, her ass swaying alot. Greg and I chatted on the way in. I took him aside. "Do we really need six people to move this house?" "No, but Lindsey insisted," he smiled, looking intently at me. "She did?," I said, frowning. "Come on, Tim, you know she grooves on male attention," he laughed. "Big time. And she insisted on young, handsome guys who go for women with unbelievable builds - and who are proud of it. So I checked around and rounded up some." This was going to be a long, uncomfortable day, I thought. I remembered the tape. "Greg," I began, "about that video." He rubbed his chin, "what video?" I laughed: "The one Lindsey mistakenly gave you and the one I called about." He acted like he was remembering, "oh, THAT video! What about it?" "I need it back, and I assume you did not view it." He turned to walk through the door into the house. "You better take that up with your wife," he smiled. I cringed.
Greg, Rico and Rudy straightaway looked at the entertainment center. They were impressed with it, its oak beauty, and its mass. Each was a very fit, brawny individual and each was amazed at the weight of each of the two halves of this wonderful piece of furniture. Lindsey listened as I explained to them the wiring in the back that made this thing state of the art. I stressed with them the importance of moving the center with no scratches and no blemishes. Greg said no mover could guarantee that. "You're going to have to with this," I smiled, rubbing the wood with my hand.
"It's huge, and it's heavy. We brought dollies and special equipment to help us. And you want it on the second floor of the new house! If it gets scratched, we'll touch it up," Greg said.
"Unacceptable." I said.
"You are really attached to this thing, aren't you!" Rudy laughed.
"It's your prized possession," Rico said.
"It's my number one piece," I said. "No scratches."
Greg nodded. I think I was getting through to him. Then he said, with a supportive look on his face, "if Lindsey got scratched, she'd heal."
"Right," I said.
"Nothing is more important in this move than this center," Rudy said, patting it affectionately.
"This is your number one home companion," Rico said, smiling.
"You got it," I said. "This is like my mistress." I thought about what I was saying and looked at my wife. "My electronic mistress." She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and walked away, shaking her head. The first two hours or so of the move went quite well, with the exception of some actions, comments and copped feels I could have done without.
I could have sworn my wife seemed to thrive on rubbing her tits against anything and anybody. She held the back door for Greg and stood with the edge of the door pressed against her, between her breasts. Every five minutes she pulled on her bra straps and the top of the jersey. Several times I saw Greg's helpers look at each other and smile when they noticed her do this. She liked to stand in doorways in a way that just happened to "force" one of them to have to squeeze through, rubbing up against her breasts or her ass. Twice I caught her, when she thought I wasn't listening, asking the guys, separately, to go upstairs with her, to help her "get something out of the attic." But I couldn't prove it.
Some other things, that I saw with my own eyes, happened just before Greg and his people had finished moving practically everything. My wife wound up lounging on a couch, then after it was moved she reclined in a leather chair with wide arms on it. The couch was sitting in front of the picture window in the living room and she knelt facing the window, staring at the truck being loaded, arching her back and sticking her butt out. There was a boom box going rather loudly in the dining room, with rap music playing, and right away Lindsey moved her ass to the music, sometimes looking back at the guys as they were coming and going. Her smooth, shapely legs looked good enough to eat.
When it was time to move the couch Rico and Ed stood and admired the view for a minute and one of them said: "As sexy as your shorts look on that couch it's the piece we should handle now. Sorry to make you move." "What?" she frowned, smiling, "there's a sexy piece on the couch that you want to handle?" "Well," Rico laughed, "that too but we ought to move the couch."
"Make me," she said.
"Do we have to get tough with you?" Ed smiled.
"You want to step outside?" she yelled affectionately. "You better watch it or I'll smother you fuckers."
"Promises, promises," Rico laughed.
"I'll sit on you." She said softly. "I will. Just try and breathe with my ass over your mouth."
I coughed loudly and glared at her. "Oops," she said.
She turned from looking back at them and instead stared out the window. She slid the fingers of her right hand down her back and ran them deep into the space between her shorts and her ass. I was sweeping up right next to them now and this suggestive banter really disturbed me. Right in front of me she was trading racy comments with them, and then she was posing like this. I spoke up, irritated. "Lindsey, try the chair." She looked back at them again, and Rico knelt down on the couch right next to her, his gaze brazenly directed at her rolling hind end. Then Ed joined them at her right side. Her eyes moving back and forth between her ass and Rico, she said: "If they want me to move they have to move me. My ass is just too tired to move." This was really annoying me now and I was about to tell them to stand up when Ed, looking at Rico, said: "OK, Rico, where should we grab her?" Rico answered by putting one of his big strong hands under her butt, and another right under her st. This completely shocked me, and I was even more astounded when, instead of protesting, Lindsey smiled at Rico, and said: "I guess that's where. Don't drop me, darling." When Ed put his hands on her ass and under her other breast, his face getting red, he said softly to her, "We're moving your ass to the chair." She put her arms around their necks. Their strength and balance must have been acute because as she knelt back towards them they effortlessly lifted her by the ass, their hands under her massive tits, and placed her in the same position in the chair.
As she knelt in the chair, I noticed that Greg, Rudy and Flash also were staring at what was going on. She went back to grinding her ass to the music and Rico and Ed kept their hands on her. "Are you comfortable, babe?" Rico said, looking over at me as he rubbed her tit and Ed did the same. "Very," she laughed. "Thank you for moving my ass and my rather heavy tits. I'll need them moved more real soon.." Greg said: "Let Rudy and me know when you want them moved." "Flash too," she said, grinning at Greg, then Flash. "Flash, I told you my tits would be around all day for you." She rubbed them against the back of the chair as her ass wickedly swayed to a Public Enemy CD.
The house was now empty except for some odd items and the entertainment center (minus the electronic equipment, which I had carefully removed and packed the night before). I invited the men to take a break in the kitchen. Rico and Rudy I could not account for, so I went upstairs to make sure they knew we were serving sandwiches.
I heard a voice in the room with the access through the ceiling to the attic. The door was half closed and I stood in the doorway for a second, hesitating. I recognized Rico's voice, and he was talking to Rudy while he was, I assumed, on the attic ladder handing down a couple boxes to Rico. Rico did not sense my presence, evidently, and I was about to push the door all the way open and tell him to come downstairs when he whispered conspiratorially to Rudy: "---what do you think about the wife?" Rudy answered with a laugh. "Christ is she built. And real friendly, too!" "Oh, did she get you up in the attic right after we got here?" Rico said. "Yeah," Rudy said, lowering his voice so that I could barely hear him. "She asked me to give her a boost into the attic and follow her up there. Talked in a little kitty voice. She stood real close to me while she was showing me junk from the previous owner of the house," and Rico interrupted him, "and she rubbed her tit against you and wh u moved she moved it against you again?" Rudy chuckled, "Right! What the fuck!"
Then Rudy said: "What else happened to you? I mean in addition to you moving her downstairs in front of her overfed husband...." Rico said: "Well I'll tell you, this shit drives me crazy, really heats me up. I am totally into big tits, I make no apologies" he said, Rudy readily agreeing, "and I love a nice ass too," Rudy again concurred. "And look at the way she's dressed, man! I began to wonder if something real wild is happenin' today. I got to hand it to Greg, the schemer. Last week he told me not to have any sex before today...so I have let the seed build up for a week." "Roger that," Rudy said, "We're all dying for it because we haven't gotten any, and she just makes each of us three times as horny. Either he's messing with us, or she wants it...."
"Yeah - something's has just gotta pop.....So anyway she takes me up into the attic and I am getting really hard and she turns her back to me and says: 'Could you scratch my neck back, right here?', pointing to her shoulder blade." Rico laughed. "I'm behind her, she lifts her hair up to show her neck, and before I know it she's leaning into me, putting her head on my shoulder, so I can't scratch her anymore, and I am looking down at those huge knockers...And her ass is acting like it's hoping something stiff is going to poke into it, which is what happened." "That's what she did to ME!" Rudy said, laughing, "then after a few minutes she said something about 'I really like ALL you guys' and told me to go down the ladder and if no one was around, hold her so she wouldn't fall, and she got a big charge out of coming down with her ass wiggling, and pushing it right into my face." Rico laughed: "I can't believe this. She really, really liked that heavy teasing. And I bet you did." y whispered loudly: "Are you kidding? After what you and Ed got to grab downstairs I want to fuck the shit out of her!" "Something's gotta give, my man," Rico sighed, then he added: "Tim's kind of laid back about his wife driving us crazy." Rudy agreed. "If she'd been my wife, and kissed Greg like that, and then let you and Ed feel her up? ... I'd have broken your arm, and kicked her ass. Let 'em throw me in jail. I've been there. And let Greg beat me up, if he could. No one fucks with me like that." Rico said: "Thank you. Hey, maybe Tim likes to watch."
Maybe it was time to take a stand. Rather than confront them I opened the door and told them about the food in the kitchen. They became instantly friendly, nervously so.
I thought it was rather early, and unprofessional, to have beer, but Lindsey had filled a cooler with it and both the guys and she began inhaling Heinekens and Rolling Rock like there was no tomorrow. She insisted on leaning over to fetch each one a beer from the cooler and the shape of her full rump pressed so invitingly against her shorts.
Flash walked in, wiping the sweat off his face with his red Macho Moving T-shirt. He was an overfed fellow but as one of Greg's helpers had carried heavy loads with dispatch and obviously was possessed of alot of physical strength. Like the others his eyes made no pretense of avoiding my wife's breasts, and ass, as Greg and the others gathered around her in a semicircle, sitting in one of the two chairs left in the house, or standing and ogling. I was beginning to feel like an interloper.
"I decided I'm the man and I am going to move you to the new house, Lindsey," Flash said. He grabbed her behind her thighs and around her back and picked her up off the floor. I think it was Rico who said, "hey man, we were going to vote on that!" She screamed with laughter, and said: "Don't forget, you and Ed got to move me already. You have to take turns, boys." When he put her down to get a beer Lindsey blocked his access to the cooler with her butt, backing into him and pushing him playfully against the counter with her ass. "I get the beer around here, young man!" she smiled. She bent over and looked back up at him. "Beer coming right up." He looked at her shorts, pushed tight against his thigh. "Take your time. I'm not that thirsty." He looked over at the others and made an evil grin.
Then Greg and Lindsey began the tickling and wrestling act again, only his hands were much more intrusive. He was tickling her at the bottom of her ass, then in between her legs, and in the space at the top of her shorts. Rico started in, tickling her in the crotch. Soon everyone was roughhousing with my wife, and she really got into it, laughing, and blushing the more beer she drank. Rudy would tickle her and she would squirm away from him, seeking refuge with Ed, who would wrestle with her, then get behind her and hold her arms behind her, and Greg or someone would face her and tickle her, or pinch her, her breasts in sharp profile the whole time. She shrieked and laughed, her voice going up an octave. Her face was red as a beet. They were strong enough to pick her up and lift her right up to the kitchen ceiling - which was quite high in this old house. Greg paraded her around on his shoulders and held her ass with his hands as they marched into the kitchen and the din oom, and then somehow she wound up on his shoulders backwards, facing behind him, his hands pushing her buttocks snug against his nose.
"Put me down, you pervert!" she giggled. "More beer!" she yelled, "after I piss!" When she returned from the john all the guys whistled as she she bent over slowly to get them more beers, and Rico goosed her, making her swat playfully at him. "I WONDERED when somebody would do that to me," she smiled, not even looking back to see who it was. "Love that ass!" Flash said. She took her time standing up and shook her derriere at them while Flash knelt down and tickled her thighs and buttocks.
Then Greg said, his arm around my wife's shoulder: "Tim, we need inspiration to move that friggin' entertainment center of yours." All the laughter and whistling stopped. Rico looked at Lindsey and then chuckled: "Yeah that is the heaviest motherfucker I have ever seen!" Rudy and Ed agreed enthusiastically. Flash, his arm around my wife's waist and his eyes on her chest, said: "Yeah dude. If you want us to move it and guarantee no scratches, we gotta have some inspiration." "Well," I began, standing up, "it is the premier piece in this house. I know it is extremely heavy but it is invaluable and ---" Greg said: "Tim, I think the premier piece is in this kitchen," and he began rubbing his hand on Lindsey's stomach, annoyingly close to her open-looking shorts. Flash was to her left and Greg to her right.
She looked straight ahead at me and said: "How about a nice long kiss for each of you for inspiration?" "How about the cost of the work?" I said, seeking to recover lost ground, "you guys have had your fun with my wife. Let's go back to work. The inspiration is the check I write when this is all over." She kept looking at me and said: "Look chubby, you wanted me to dress up like a hooker and be real sexy for these guys." I was stunned she would bring this up. Losing my temper I said, "No, that was only for Greg." There was a pause and then everybody laughed. "Only for Greg?" she said, looking around at them, and then at him. "Well, Greg's here, and I am dressed up and acting just like you told me." Flash raised his voice with exaggerated curiosity: "Chubby?" Since it was true that I had initially told her to flirt with Greg, there was no way to unscramble the truth, and I felt like I was outmaneuvered. Greg looked at her and said to Flash: "Yeah, that's his nickname. He I have changed places in the weight department. I have a tape of him from three years ago when he wasn't fat." Ed asked: "Why, you have a tape to look at him?" Greg's voice became tender: "No, man, to watch Lindsey put on a show. And Tim did the camera work, right?" "I did," I said, "for my eyes only." He glanced over at me: "Whatever. I have watched that tape ten times." He put his hand around her neck and said: "Now how about those kisses?"
"I'm waiting," she said. "In deference to my husband," she said, pointing at me, "I will keep my clothes on. Only kisses." This was some consolation. I was looking for any sign of sanity.
Their lips met even more obscenely than they did on the porch but this time his hand moved north from her waist and impudently began caressing, then squeezing her big fat tits. It was incredibly upsetting, but fascinating. I had never seen a woman do this with another guy, right in front of me, much less my wife. There was this feeling of seeing something very dirty, like the B & B contest in Mexico, but the power of the feeling now was ten times what came over me that night in Acapulco. I felt like I was on some sort of intense psychedelic high.
Everybody else got real quiet again. She released his mouth and turned to kiss Flash, Greg's hands still playing with her boobs. He surrendered to Flash's hands, and Greg turned toward her side to rub himself against her. Flash said nothing, but I could hear his breathing accelerate as his left hand rubbed and squeezed her big round tits. After a few minutes Rudy affectionately pushed Greg out of the way and pulled her head toward him, his mouth open and her tongue eagerly licking his lips and his face. Lindsey moved slightly and with bent knee rested her leg on one of the chairs. Rudy rubbed her smooth skin, all the way to her crotch and her inner thigh, and Flash kept working her knockers. By the time Ed took Flash's place my wife was breathing heavily and moaning. Those who were not on her were standing close and staring, intently. "Is this inspiring?" she said quietly, planting little kisses all over Ed's face as he licked her ear and neck. She closed her eyes and for fifteen minutes the guys rotated, kissing her and exploring her tits.
This kind of thing got these guys asking about sex. When I protested they ignored me. When she told them authoritatively that this was all they got they complained and let her keep them there.
Then the roughhousing started again. Rico at her legs and Greg at her shoulders, lifted her, and threw her gently to Flash and Ed. I was struck by how she could not get enough of this handling. Then while two held her, facing the floor or facing the ceiling, other hands played with her tits.
Rico disappeared for a second and returned with his brother, Little D. Close up he was quite imposing, a sense of danger emanating from him.
Rico said: "Little D, meet Lindsey." She was upright again and breathing hard from all of this nonsense. Loi shook her hand. Ed was at her other side, kissing her and squeezing her left breast. "You want to kiss her?" Rico said to Little D. My wife snaked her long arm around him and pulled him to her mouth. "How about Lindsey, is she built? Have you ever seen bigger tits?" Rico continued. Lindsey grabbed Little D's hand and put it on her chest. Little D said nothing, but boldly grabbed her tits and played with them, pushing his way behind her and feeling her up thoroughly and licked her neck and ear.
I had to stop this. "Lindsey," I finally said, "can I talk to you, alone?" "In a minute," she mumbled, and necked with this mute stranger three feet away from me, shamelessly. After a few minutes she broke loose. She was plainly aroused and walked with me toward the back door of the kitchen. "This is crazy," I protested. "This makes me look like an asshole. I can't afford to be shown up like this."
She put her hand on my crotch, which was, I admit, excited. "I THOUGHT I saw you getting turned on," she said. "Look, butterball, it's time we stopped obsessing about how good you have to look. You asked me to tease him until he couldn't stand it, so I am following your instructions. They're getting teased too, but that's just cause they happen to be here." Her hand rubbing my stiff dick made me weak and I felt like I was speechless. But I had to regain control - this was a surrealistic invasion of everything in my life that I valued, and I was worried that with the beer they would damage the entertainment center. She became silent as she rubbed my groin and I took this as a signal from her that the exhibitionism was over. Meanwhile the atmosphere with these movers had charged up and gone to a new, disturbing level after the necking I let them get away with. Three times I yelled: "OK, let's do the entertainment center." They did nothing and just looked at Lindsey, who was now standing with her back to me and facing them, her arms behind her, caressing my face. "Now your tits REALLY stick out. I can't stop looking at them," Rudy said. A pause. "I gotta have those," Ed whispered. "She really likes to show them off for us," Greg said, his face serious, almost intense. "I'm about ready to cream my jeans," Flash said. He was always cheerful and funny but now even he was locked intensely onto one beacon: my wife. None of them were smiling now. Animalistic urges had taken over. No laughter or upbeat comments could be heard.
Greg spoke. "Tim, we're going to try to get that center out to the truck. If we do," and he walked right up in front of my wife, his eyes dropping to her chest. He looked into her eyes, "if we do, you're going to show us these huge tits of yours. For as long as we want."
I cleared my throat, astonished at his effrontery. "No way," I said, "spin the bottle is over." The two men, arms folded, looked at her so intently it was intimidating, but I stood my ground. "You've had your fun, Greg," I said, feeling empowered.
After a pause, they turned, grumbling. I wanted them to be resentful of her for teasing them this far, and have their desire drained. Lindsey turned her face back to me, and I smiled at her, finally seeing the door closing on this intense lechery directed at my wife.
Then, in a teen age voice Lindsey said, "Well, it is heavy, Tim. These guys are going to break their backs, and I don't want them injured." She walked a few feet toward them and said, in a deeper, somewhat dirty voice: "It's a lot of work, right Greg?" I tensed up. She looked over at Rico, "is it a big thing to have to move? Really hard to move?" Rico hesitated, then smiled at her. "It's a bitch to move, weighs a ton," he said softly, looking down at her tits, then over at me.
She turned to face me and said: "Why not, honey? No touching. They did that already. If they can get that stupid entertainment center into the truck, they get a free show." I was crestfallen. "Whoa," I said, "I thought -- "
Greg interrupted me: "For as long as I say, babe," and he walked up to her grinning. She smiled at him and he got behind her and placed his hands around her tits. "God I can't wait to see these queen sized knockers of yours," he said, spreading his long fingers as far as he could around them. "They're so big I can't begin to grab 'em.. they're almost as big around as your ass cheeks..." She laughed, "That's impossible." Then, his evil intentions fully revived, he turned to his helpers and asked: "When we were getting our inspiration could anyone get their hands around these tits? They're so fucking large..." He pressed them inward from the sides and then lifted them as high as he could. Flash came over and said: "Let me give 'em a try." Flash took his place and played with her tits, and laughed, "You'd need to be a giant to fit your fingers around these melons." Ed stepped up and offered to try, behind her. "Hey!" she chuckled. "I have the feeling you're liking this, I saw her bend over, jiggling her ass into his crotch. "So do you," someone said. Little D, always taciturn, was last, and as he pushed her breasts all around her chest she kissed him again, and muttered: "Oh, Rico, I don't think your brother is so little at all..." I was about to faint from the perverse pawing that was happening right there in front of me. It was making my heart race. It was also weirdly, intensely arousing - again, Acapulco ten times over. After they all had their fun again they went to work on the entertainment center.
With this return to the task at hand my attention turned to the last piece of furniture also. They disconnected the two sections that made up the unit and, with great effort, and thanks to my constant badgering, they actually managed to get each very weighty and unwieldy half into the truck without scratching the wood in any way. I gathered Greg became quite annoyed with my constant concerns over how they moved the entertainment center, but it was my pride and joy. I had a sick feeling that they did this task so efficiently because of what two features of my wife's body they thought they would be feasting their eyes on.
So my relief in seeing the job half done was temporary. Now the men stepped into the kitchen to remove the chairs - one of them was a bar stool sitting in front of one of the counters - and a few other odds and ends. But not before my wife showed her gratitude. They didn't speak, just stood and stared. Lindsey was sitting on the bar stool, facing the counter. This stool had no back or sides, just the spot for your butt, and hers was spilling enticingly out at the sides. The effect of her sitting with her body leaning forward, her arms resting on the counter, was to spread that beautifully rounded ass meat all over the place and she knew how it looked and six horny brutes now congregated around her to take it in. I stood having a beer, my fourth. I was a nervous wreck and knew things would not settle down for a while.
She stood up slowly and turned and faced them. They were grinning slightly, and ogled her chest. She put her hands behind her and leaned on the counter, and took in a large, leisurely breath. Her top was stretched to the hilt. She pushed her tits out and rubbed her hands in her long thick hair.
"Well, you guys got my husband's favorite thing in the whole world into the truck." She looked over at me. "They did it,Tim. Are they studs or what?" "Thank you again," I said. "Let's go," I offered, hoping against hope that she, and they, would pass on the flashing and head for the new house.
She began stretching one side of her top over her left shoulder. "Oh, honey. I promised," she said, looking at Greg. Now the side of the top was pulled down over and stretching over her upper arm. I shuddered, and quaked when she very calmly pulled the other side of her top off her right shoulder. "I am really uncomfortable with this," I pleaded. Still looking at Greg, she replied: "I'm not." Greg said: "Oh come on Tim, can't you see how eager she is to show us her tits? Why else would she have paraded around us in this skin-tight top?" She laughed: "I have been kind of naughty, haven't I?"
Greg and my wife smiled at each other as her supple fingers pulled, with some effort, the top down to her waist, displaying her smooth, fair skin and a pink lace brassiere. They kind of popped out: Her large breasts, only partially hidden now, stared proudly at the guys, their nipples staring rudely at us. She turned her back to everybody and reached around as if to unhook her bra. She was swaying her hips.
"I don't see what the big deal is about my breasts," she said, staring back at Rico. "They're just two glands with milk tissue and fat in them, enclosed in skin. So my bust is in the extra large category. So what? I might as well show you my elbows, and that I have already done."
Rico responded, stepping closer to her. "Don't fuck with us baby. We're all out of control here."
He took another step as she slid her fingers back and forth under the bra, then snapped its shoulder straps. "No touching," I reminded him. He looked at me coldly and said to her: "Chubby says no touching. Is that what you want?"
I wanted to kill this jerk, but he was much more than my match and seemed capable of just about anything. He was now right behind her. "You can't touch my tits, that's the rule," she laughed.
"You can help undo my bra though," she said, reaching around and caressing him. He nervously unclasped the bra and she told him to back away. "I don't want you to get hurt," she smiled. "Who's gonna hurt me? Him?" he said, gesturing in my direction. "No silly," she laughed. "I don't want to knock you over with my chest." The guys laughed quietly, tensely. He stepped back and she held the cups of the brassiere in her hands and ground her hips, the jersey hanging over the shorts.
"Ready, gentlemen?" she said, turning around and facing them. She looked down at the crotch of each man, then pulled her bra away dramatically, her arms extending behind her, her head and upper body leaning back, and her chest jutting proudly in a tilt, practically toward the ceiling. Her tits were so milky white, their veins faintly discernible, and seemed to have swollen in their magnificence when she freed them from the brassiere. It was breathtaking.
"Damn!" Flash said. His wide open eyes and gaping mouth mirrored the rest of the guys' reactions. Greg had an evil smile on his face and whispered something to Rudy. No one could take their eyes off of her. Rudy yelled: "Did we pack the bathroom scales? Gotta weigh those fuckin' things. Shit! Honey, we gotta weigh your tits later, when you get unpacked!"
I felt like I was seeing her round, firm, massive breasts for the first time. I was utterly in shock at what was going on in my kitchen. Her teats extended out like little penises, and I was stunned by the generous proportions of the aureolae. Her eyes were half closing. Who was this filthy woman, showing her breasts to these strangers?
"Since we can't touch 'em," Greg said to her, "take your time with those big fuckin' tits of yours, sweetheart. Am I right guys?" He took a moment to study the expressions of his helpers. "Unbelievable tits," Ed said. She grinned at him as she turned to the side so that they got a great profile of her exquisite chest sticking out, defying gravity. "What do they weigh?" he went on, as they all moved closer to the object of their lusty fascination. "Oh I don't know. Like I said, they're just a couple of mammary glands," she said. "Well what size are they?" he said. "I wear a bra that bounces between E and F, pardon the pun" she said, stepping toward him so that he was now a foot away from her. "Why don't you sit down?" she said, grabbing one of her tits with both hands and aiming it at him, "you look a little excited, lover!" Her arms akimbo, she leaned forward and shook her breasts at him. He reached for them. "You can't touch 'em, honey, sorry," she said, rising up looking at me and nodding her head deferentially.
As sick as this scenario was, and as revolted as I had become at my wife's increasingly surrealistic behavior, I felt a sense of disappointment that she had denied him her boobs. This troublesome feeling increased when she pushed her huge tits inward with her fists - an incredibly erotic sight - and mashed them together with her arms, then pushed them up to her chin and starting licking them, holding one breast with both hands, then the other. She picked out a guy to smile at as she doing this and had the uncanny ability to bewitch, to mesmerize. So I heard no one say: "Enough of this, I have to fuck her." She had been trifling with them all morning, acting like a wanton who was starving for cock, but seemed expert in keeping them - and me - in check.
When she sucked her nipples - as big around as her open mouth - I marvelled at how the further arm made a point of reaching under the one tit (and pushing it out) to grab the other. The whole time her serpentine tongue stretched inches to lick her tits. Then she poured beer on herself, and rubbed a bottle up and down in her cleavage. The guys started to cheer her and applaud. The faster she rubbed the bottle the more excited they got, the more she closed her eyes and mimicked sexual climax. She had Ed take over with the bottle as she leaned with one knee on the chair he was sitting in, and he got into it, stroking the bottle harder and harder so that beer was popping out of the top and she was screaming in a very convincing orgasm. "Oh yeah, oh God, oh I'm coming!" she cried. Part of me was still upset about this obscene behavior. "I thought no touching of the breasts," I interjected loudly, smiling nervously. "Whoops!" Lindsey said. "Tim said no touching. You brushed your hands on my tits, you animal!" she laughed at Ed. She kissed him passionately and said: "Somebody pull my shorts down. I'm busy getting tongue fucked in the mouth." She leaned in toward Ed more and stuck her ass out. Rico and Greg fondled her hips and her rump and fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. She shook her ass at them and slowly they pulled the leotard and shorts down in a big bunch at her knees. "Pick me up and put me on that counter," she said, rubbing her tits against Ed's face. "Tim, he's just licking the beer off my tits. It's no big deal."
Greg and Flash lifted her on to the counter "island" in the middle of the kitchen. She got on her hands and knees and looked at the guys. Her ass was almost totally exposed, a thong bottom covering only her crack. She played with her tits. No one spoke. She flipped over on her back and pushed her tits together with her arms, then pulled roughly on her nipples. "Oh yeah," someone said. Rico and his brother were rubbing their groins. Then she stood up on the counter and leaned over, her back to them, and we were back in Acapulco. Only there was a real threat that all these men were going to gang bang my wife, and the way she shook her tits and made them slap her chin, as she watched them through her spread legs, did not exactly help matters.
Lindsey then said, "Now we'll go to the new house." Flash was insane with desire. "What? What? I'm a nervous wreck, baby!" She stood and turned around and shook her tits at him. "Just wait, tiger." She smiled at me. "Honey, could you help me down?"
These guys were quiet, looking hard at the two of us, not moving. Sensing the situation, she said looked at me coyly and said: "Honey, do you mind if I blow these guys when we get to the new house?" "What?" I stammered. She put her bra on and told me to get her leotard and shorts, which had fallen on the floor. She seemed so concerned when she said: "Well, it is a lot of work to move us. So when they move everything in from the truck -" and she held up her index finger and glanced back at Greg, " including the entertainment center, I'll suck their dicks." I objected, telling her she couldn't be serious. This was our dream house, and it will be a special moment for the two of us to enter the threshhold of this luxurious pleasure dome. With a perverse matter of factness she said: "Well, I HAVE been showing off my tits all day and I think they're getting pretty horny. It's the least I can do. Besides, we have run out of beer."
"So buy more!" I protested. She touched my face after she stretched the top of the leotard over each shoulder. "That's OK. Beer costs money. I can swallow their pricks for free." The guys laughed softly and Rico chuckled: "She's right Tim."
She and I drove over in the Mercedes and I told her I had had enough of this tramp behavior. "Let's start fresh in our new home," I yelled. I made a point of stopping at a beverage store and picking up a case of beer and two bags of ice, to make my point. "It ends now," I said as we pulled up in front of the house.
We also met Rudy, a white guy whom we were told was the first employee to work for Greg - he was older, short and not very muscular but hard looking, smelling of tobacco and late nights at the honky-tonks. Finally, a chunky but strong looking Black guy, 17 years old, named Flash came up the walk. Everyone else apparently blocked his view of Lindsey because he called out to Greg, "hey where is she?" Greg gestured for discretion with his index finger at his lips, glanced at me quickly, and then introduced her to Flash. He kissed her hand and exclaimed: "I get to pack her and move her." Everyone chuckled. He went on, "Of course we got to find the right containers for those," he was looking down at her breasts. More laughter, and that included Lindsey. "Shit! Baby, you gonna be around all day?" She smiled, "absolutely." He looked closer at her chest, as if he were talking to her breasts. "Are you gonna be around all day?" he said to her right breast, then he turned to the and asked the same thing. I had hoped she would do something to discourage this but instead she chuckled: "They're not going anywhere, either." She turned and stared at me, grinning. I had lost control and was at a loss for words. Flash then looked at me: "Hey, how ya doin'? They say I talk too much. Greg told me your wife was - uh - something to see, don't take offense." He gave me a comradely poke.
The sixth man on the scene remained at the truck, smiling, waving, unspeaking. He was a slightly shorter version of Rico. Looked like a real brute. Greg said to Lindsey: "That's Little D. He's shy, but you'll really like him once he gets relaxed. He's Rico's little brother. But don't worry. He's big." Lindsey rubbed her hands together. "Oh goodie!" she giggled.
Lindsey led them inside, her ass swaying alot. Greg and I chatted on the way in. I took him aside. "Do we really need six people to move this house?" "No, but Lindsey insisted," he smiled, looking intently at me. "She did?," I said, frowning. "Come on, Tim, you know she grooves on male attention," he laughed. "Big time. And she insisted on young, handsome guys who go for women with unbelievable builds - and who are proud of it. So I checked around and rounded up some." This was going to be a long, uncomfortable day, I thought. I remembered the tape. "Greg," I began, "about that video." He rubbed his chin, "what video?" I laughed: "The one Lindsey mistakenly gave you and the one I called about." He acted like he was remembering, "oh, THAT video! What about it?" "I need it back, and I assume you did not view it." He turned to walk through the door into the house. "You better take that up with your wife," he smiled. I cringed.
Greg, Rico and Rudy straightaway looked at the entertainment center. They were impressed with it, its oak beauty, and its mass. Each was a very fit, brawny individual and each was amazed at the weight of each of the two halves of this wonderful piece of furniture. Lindsey listened as I explained to them the wiring in the back that made this thing state of the art. I stressed with them the importance of moving the center with no scratches and no blemishes. Greg said no mover could guarantee that. "You're going to have to with this," I smiled, rubbing the wood with my hand.
"It's huge, and it's heavy. We brought dollies and special equipment to help us. And you want it on the second floor of the new house! If it gets scratched, we'll touch it up," Greg said.
"Unacceptable." I said.
"You are really attached to this thing, aren't you!" Rudy laughed.
"It's your prized possession," Rico said.
"It's my number one piece," I said. "No scratches."
Greg nodded. I think I was getting through to him. Then he said, with a supportive look on his face, "if Lindsey got scratched, she'd heal."
"Right," I said.
"Nothing is more important in this move than this center," Rudy said, patting it affectionately.
"This is your number one home companion," Rico said, smiling.
"You got it," I said. "This is like my mistress." I thought about what I was saying and looked at my wife. "My electronic mistress." She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and walked away, shaking her head. The first two hours or so of the move went quite well, with the exception of some actions, comments and copped feels I could have done without.
I could have sworn my wife seemed to thrive on rubbing her tits against anything and anybody. She held the back door for Greg and stood with the edge of the door pressed against her, between her breasts. Every five minutes she pulled on her bra straps and the top of the jersey. Several times I saw Greg's helpers look at each other and smile when they noticed her do this. She liked to stand in doorways in a way that just happened to "force" one of them to have to squeeze through, rubbing up against her breasts or her ass. Twice I caught her, when she thought I wasn't listening, asking the guys, separately, to go upstairs with her, to help her "get something out of the attic." But I couldn't prove it.
Some other things, that I saw with my own eyes, happened just before Greg and his people had finished moving practically everything. My wife wound up lounging on a couch, then after it was moved she reclined in a leather chair with wide arms on it. The couch was sitting in front of the picture window in the living room and she knelt facing the window, staring at the truck being loaded, arching her back and sticking her butt out. There was a boom box going rather loudly in the dining room, with rap music playing, and right away Lindsey moved her ass to the music, sometimes looking back at the guys as they were coming and going. Her smooth, shapely legs looked good enough to eat.
When it was time to move the couch Rico and Ed stood and admired the view for a minute and one of them said: "As sexy as your shorts look on that couch it's the piece we should handle now. Sorry to make you move." "What?" she frowned, smiling, "there's a sexy piece on the couch that you want to handle?" "Well," Rico laughed, "that too but we ought to move the couch."
"Make me," she said.
"Do we have to get tough with you?" Ed smiled.
"You want to step outside?" she yelled affectionately. "You better watch it or I'll smother you fuckers."
"Promises, promises," Rico laughed.
"I'll sit on you." She said softly. "I will. Just try and breathe with my ass over your mouth."
I coughed loudly and glared at her. "Oops," she said.
She turned from looking back at them and instead stared out the window. She slid the fingers of her right hand down her back and ran them deep into the space between her shorts and her ass. I was sweeping up right next to them now and this suggestive banter really disturbed me. Right in front of me she was trading racy comments with them, and then she was posing like this. I spoke up, irritated. "Lindsey, try the chair." She looked back at them again, and Rico knelt down on the couch right next to her, his gaze brazenly directed at her rolling hind end. Then Ed joined them at her right side. Her eyes moving back and forth between her ass and Rico, she said: "If they want me to move they have to move me. My ass is just too tired to move." This was really annoying me now and I was about to tell them to stand up when Ed, looking at Rico, said: "OK, Rico, where should we grab her?" Rico answered by putting one of his big strong hands under her butt, and another right under her st. This completely shocked me, and I was even more astounded when, instead of protesting, Lindsey smiled at Rico, and said: "I guess that's where. Don't drop me, darling." When Ed put his hands on her ass and under her other breast, his face getting red, he said softly to her, "We're moving your ass to the chair." She put her arms around their necks. Their strength and balance must have been acute because as she knelt back towards them they effortlessly lifted her by the ass, their hands under her massive tits, and placed her in the same position in the chair.
As she knelt in the chair, I noticed that Greg, Rudy and Flash also were staring at what was going on. She went back to grinding her ass to the music and Rico and Ed kept their hands on her. "Are you comfortable, babe?" Rico said, looking over at me as he rubbed her tit and Ed did the same. "Very," she laughed. "Thank you for moving my ass and my rather heavy tits. I'll need them moved more real soon.." Greg said: "Let Rudy and me know when you want them moved." "Flash too," she said, grinning at Greg, then Flash. "Flash, I told you my tits would be around all day for you." She rubbed them against the back of the chair as her ass wickedly swayed to a Public Enemy CD.
The house was now empty except for some odd items and the entertainment center (minus the electronic equipment, which I had carefully removed and packed the night before). I invited the men to take a break in the kitchen. Rico and Rudy I could not account for, so I went upstairs to make sure they knew we were serving sandwiches.
I heard a voice in the room with the access through the ceiling to the attic. The door was half closed and I stood in the doorway for a second, hesitating. I recognized Rico's voice, and he was talking to Rudy while he was, I assumed, on the attic ladder handing down a couple boxes to Rico. Rico did not sense my presence, evidently, and I was about to push the door all the way open and tell him to come downstairs when he whispered conspiratorially to Rudy: "---what do you think about the wife?" Rudy answered with a laugh. "Christ is she built. And real friendly, too!" "Oh, did she get you up in the attic right after we got here?" Rico said. "Yeah," Rudy said, lowering his voice so that I could barely hear him. "She asked me to give her a boost into the attic and follow her up there. Talked in a little kitty voice. She stood real close to me while she was showing me junk from the previous owner of the house," and Rico interrupted him, "and she rubbed her tit against you and wh u moved she moved it against you again?" Rudy chuckled, "Right! What the fuck!"
Then Rudy said: "What else happened to you? I mean in addition to you moving her downstairs in front of her overfed husband...." Rico said: "Well I'll tell you, this shit drives me crazy, really heats me up. I am totally into big tits, I make no apologies" he said, Rudy readily agreeing, "and I love a nice ass too," Rudy again concurred. "And look at the way she's dressed, man! I began to wonder if something real wild is happenin' today. I got to hand it to Greg, the schemer. Last week he told me not to have any sex before today...so I have let the seed build up for a week." "Roger that," Rudy said, "We're all dying for it because we haven't gotten any, and she just makes each of us three times as horny. Either he's messing with us, or she wants it...."
"Yeah - something's has just gotta pop.....So anyway she takes me up into the attic and I am getting really hard and she turns her back to me and says: 'Could you scratch my neck back, right here?', pointing to her shoulder blade." Rico laughed. "I'm behind her, she lifts her hair up to show her neck, and before I know it she's leaning into me, putting her head on my shoulder, so I can't scratch her anymore, and I am looking down at those huge knockers...And her ass is acting like it's hoping something stiff is going to poke into it, which is what happened." "That's what she did to ME!" Rudy said, laughing, "then after a few minutes she said something about 'I really like ALL you guys' and told me to go down the ladder and if no one was around, hold her so she wouldn't fall, and she got a big charge out of coming down with her ass wiggling, and pushing it right into my face." Rico laughed: "I can't believe this. She really, really liked that heavy teasing. And I bet you did." y whispered loudly: "Are you kidding? After what you and Ed got to grab downstairs I want to fuck the shit out of her!" "Something's gotta give, my man," Rico sighed, then he added: "Tim's kind of laid back about his wife driving us crazy." Rudy agreed. "If she'd been my wife, and kissed Greg like that, and then let you and Ed feel her up? ... I'd have broken your arm, and kicked her ass. Let 'em throw me in jail. I've been there. And let Greg beat me up, if he could. No one fucks with me like that." Rico said: "Thank you. Hey, maybe Tim likes to watch."
Maybe it was time to take a stand. Rather than confront them I opened the door and told them about the food in the kitchen. They became instantly friendly, nervously so.
I thought it was rather early, and unprofessional, to have beer, but Lindsey had filled a cooler with it and both the guys and she began inhaling Heinekens and Rolling Rock like there was no tomorrow. She insisted on leaning over to fetch each one a beer from the cooler and the shape of her full rump pressed so invitingly against her shorts.
Flash walked in, wiping the sweat off his face with his red Macho Moving T-shirt. He was an overfed fellow but as one of Greg's helpers had carried heavy loads with dispatch and obviously was possessed of alot of physical strength. Like the others his eyes made no pretense of avoiding my wife's breasts, and ass, as Greg and the others gathered around her in a semicircle, sitting in one of the two chairs left in the house, or standing and ogling. I was beginning to feel like an interloper.
"I decided I'm the man and I am going to move you to the new house, Lindsey," Flash said. He grabbed her behind her thighs and around her back and picked her up off the floor. I think it was Rico who said, "hey man, we were going to vote on that!" She screamed with laughter, and said: "Don't forget, you and Ed got to move me already. You have to take turns, boys." When he put her down to get a beer Lindsey blocked his access to the cooler with her butt, backing into him and pushing him playfully against the counter with her ass. "I get the beer around here, young man!" she smiled. She bent over and looked back up at him. "Beer coming right up." He looked at her shorts, pushed tight against his thigh. "Take your time. I'm not that thirsty." He looked over at the others and made an evil grin.
Then Greg and Lindsey began the tickling and wrestling act again, only his hands were much more intrusive. He was tickling her at the bottom of her ass, then in between her legs, and in the space at the top of her shorts. Rico started in, tickling her in the crotch. Soon everyone was roughhousing with my wife, and she really got into it, laughing, and blushing the more beer she drank. Rudy would tickle her and she would squirm away from him, seeking refuge with Ed, who would wrestle with her, then get behind her and hold her arms behind her, and Greg or someone would face her and tickle her, or pinch her, her breasts in sharp profile the whole time. She shrieked and laughed, her voice going up an octave. Her face was red as a beet. They were strong enough to pick her up and lift her right up to the kitchen ceiling - which was quite high in this old house. Greg paraded her around on his shoulders and held her ass with his hands as they marched into the kitchen and the din oom, and then somehow she wound up on his shoulders backwards, facing behind him, his hands pushing her buttocks snug against his nose.
"Put me down, you pervert!" she giggled. "More beer!" she yelled, "after I piss!" When she returned from the john all the guys whistled as she she bent over slowly to get them more beers, and Rico goosed her, making her swat playfully at him. "I WONDERED when somebody would do that to me," she smiled, not even looking back to see who it was. "Love that ass!" Flash said. She took her time standing up and shook her derriere at them while Flash knelt down and tickled her thighs and buttocks.
Then Greg said, his arm around my wife's shoulder: "Tim, we need inspiration to move that friggin' entertainment center of yours." All the laughter and whistling stopped. Rico looked at Lindsey and then chuckled: "Yeah that is the heaviest motherfucker I have ever seen!" Rudy and Ed agreed enthusiastically. Flash, his arm around my wife's waist and his eyes on her chest, said: "Yeah dude. If you want us to move it and guarantee no scratches, we gotta have some inspiration." "Well," I began, standing up, "it is the premier piece in this house. I know it is extremely heavy but it is invaluable and ---" Greg said: "Tim, I think the premier piece is in this kitchen," and he began rubbing his hand on Lindsey's stomach, annoyingly close to her open-looking shorts. Flash was to her left and Greg to her right.
She looked straight ahead at me and said: "How about a nice long kiss for each of you for inspiration?" "How about the cost of the work?" I said, seeking to recover lost ground, "you guys have had your fun with my wife. Let's go back to work. The inspiration is the check I write when this is all over." She kept looking at me and said: "Look chubby, you wanted me to dress up like a hooker and be real sexy for these guys." I was stunned she would bring this up. Losing my temper I said, "No, that was only for Greg." There was a pause and then everybody laughed. "Only for Greg?" she said, looking around at them, and then at him. "Well, Greg's here, and I am dressed up and acting just like you told me." Flash raised his voice with exaggerated curiosity: "Chubby?" Since it was true that I had initially told her to flirt with Greg, there was no way to unscramble the truth, and I felt like I was outmaneuvered. Greg looked at her and said to Flash: "Yeah, that's his nickname. He I have changed places in the weight department. I have a tape of him from three years ago when he wasn't fat." Ed asked: "Why, you have a tape to look at him?" Greg's voice became tender: "No, man, to watch Lindsey put on a show. And Tim did the camera work, right?" "I did," I said, "for my eyes only." He glanced over at me: "Whatever. I have watched that tape ten times." He put his hand around her neck and said: "Now how about those kisses?"
"I'm waiting," she said. "In deference to my husband," she said, pointing at me, "I will keep my clothes on. Only kisses." This was some consolation. I was looking for any sign of sanity.
Their lips met even more obscenely than they did on the porch but this time his hand moved north from her waist and impudently began caressing, then squeezing her big fat tits. It was incredibly upsetting, but fascinating. I had never seen a woman do this with another guy, right in front of me, much less my wife. There was this feeling of seeing something very dirty, like the B & B contest in Mexico, but the power of the feeling now was ten times what came over me that night in Acapulco. I felt like I was on some sort of intense psychedelic high.
Everybody else got real quiet again. She released his mouth and turned to kiss Flash, Greg's hands still playing with her boobs. He surrendered to Flash's hands, and Greg turned toward her side to rub himself against her. Flash said nothing, but I could hear his breathing accelerate as his left hand rubbed and squeezed her big round tits. After a few minutes Rudy affectionately pushed Greg out of the way and pulled her head toward him, his mouth open and her tongue eagerly licking his lips and his face. Lindsey moved slightly and with bent knee rested her leg on one of the chairs. Rudy rubbed her smooth skin, all the way to her crotch and her inner thigh, and Flash kept working her knockers. By the time Ed took Flash's place my wife was breathing heavily and moaning. Those who were not on her were standing close and staring, intently. "Is this inspiring?" she said quietly, planting little kisses all over Ed's face as he licked her ear and neck. She closed her eyes and for fifteen minutes the guys rotated, kissing her and exploring her tits.
This kind of thing got these guys asking about sex. When I protested they ignored me. When she told them authoritatively that this was all they got they complained and let her keep them there.
Then the roughhousing started again. Rico at her legs and Greg at her shoulders, lifted her, and threw her gently to Flash and Ed. I was struck by how she could not get enough of this handling. Then while two held her, facing the floor or facing the ceiling, other hands played with her tits.
Rico disappeared for a second and returned with his brother, Little D. Close up he was quite imposing, a sense of danger emanating from him.
Rico said: "Little D, meet Lindsey." She was upright again and breathing hard from all of this nonsense. Loi shook her hand. Ed was at her other side, kissing her and squeezing her left breast. "You want to kiss her?" Rico said to Little D. My wife snaked her long arm around him and pulled him to her mouth. "How about Lindsey, is she built? Have you ever seen bigger tits?" Rico continued. Lindsey grabbed Little D's hand and put it on her chest. Little D said nothing, but boldly grabbed her tits and played with them, pushing his way behind her and feeling her up thoroughly and licked her neck and ear.
I had to stop this. "Lindsey," I finally said, "can I talk to you, alone?" "In a minute," she mumbled, and necked with this mute stranger three feet away from me, shamelessly. After a few minutes she broke loose. She was plainly aroused and walked with me toward the back door of the kitchen. "This is crazy," I protested. "This makes me look like an asshole. I can't afford to be shown up like this."
She put her hand on my crotch, which was, I admit, excited. "I THOUGHT I saw you getting turned on," she said. "Look, butterball, it's time we stopped obsessing about how good you have to look. You asked me to tease him until he couldn't stand it, so I am following your instructions. They're getting teased too, but that's just cause they happen to be here." Her hand rubbing my stiff dick made me weak and I felt like I was speechless. But I had to regain control - this was a surrealistic invasion of everything in my life that I valued, and I was worried that with the beer they would damage the entertainment center. She became silent as she rubbed my groin and I took this as a signal from her that the exhibitionism was over. Meanwhile the atmosphere with these movers had charged up and gone to a new, disturbing level after the necking I let them get away with. Three times I yelled: "OK, let's do the entertainment center." They did nothing and just looked at Lindsey, who was now standing with her back to me and facing them, her arms behind her, caressing my face. "Now your tits REALLY stick out. I can't stop looking at them," Rudy said. A pause. "I gotta have those," Ed whispered. "She really likes to show them off for us," Greg said, his face serious, almost intense. "I'm about ready to cream my jeans," Flash said. He was always cheerful and funny but now even he was locked intensely onto one beacon: my wife. None of them were smiling now. Animalistic urges had taken over. No laughter or upbeat comments could be heard.
Greg spoke. "Tim, we're going to try to get that center out to the truck. If we do," and he walked right up in front of my wife, his eyes dropping to her chest. He looked into her eyes, "if we do, you're going to show us these huge tits of yours. For as long as we want."
I cleared my throat, astonished at his effrontery. "No way," I said, "spin the bottle is over." The two men, arms folded, looked at her so intently it was intimidating, but I stood my ground. "You've had your fun, Greg," I said, feeling empowered.
After a pause, they turned, grumbling. I wanted them to be resentful of her for teasing them this far, and have their desire drained. Lindsey turned her face back to me, and I smiled at her, finally seeing the door closing on this intense lechery directed at my wife.
Then, in a teen age voice Lindsey said, "Well, it is heavy, Tim. These guys are going to break their backs, and I don't want them injured." She walked a few feet toward them and said, in a deeper, somewhat dirty voice: "It's a lot of work, right Greg?" I tensed up. She looked over at Rico, "is it a big thing to have to move? Really hard to move?" Rico hesitated, then smiled at her. "It's a bitch to move, weighs a ton," he said softly, looking down at her tits, then over at me.
She turned to face me and said: "Why not, honey? No touching. They did that already. If they can get that stupid entertainment center into the truck, they get a free show." I was crestfallen. "Whoa," I said, "I thought -- "
Greg interrupted me: "For as long as I say, babe," and he walked up to her grinning. She smiled at him and he got behind her and placed his hands around her tits. "God I can't wait to see these queen sized knockers of yours," he said, spreading his long fingers as far as he could around them. "They're so big I can't begin to grab 'em.. they're almost as big around as your ass cheeks..." She laughed, "That's impossible." Then, his evil intentions fully revived, he turned to his helpers and asked: "When we were getting our inspiration could anyone get their hands around these tits? They're so fucking large..." He pressed them inward from the sides and then lifted them as high as he could. Flash came over and said: "Let me give 'em a try." Flash took his place and played with her tits, and laughed, "You'd need to be a giant to fit your fingers around these melons." Ed stepped up and offered to try, behind her. "Hey!" she chuckled. "I have the feeling you're liking this, I saw her bend over, jiggling her ass into his crotch. "So do you," someone said. Little D, always taciturn, was last, and as he pushed her breasts all around her chest she kissed him again, and muttered: "Oh, Rico, I don't think your brother is so little at all..." I was about to faint from the perverse pawing that was happening right there in front of me. It was making my heart race. It was also weirdly, intensely arousing - again, Acapulco ten times over. After they all had their fun again they went to work on the entertainment center.
With this return to the task at hand my attention turned to the last piece of furniture also. They disconnected the two sections that made up the unit and, with great effort, and thanks to my constant badgering, they actually managed to get each very weighty and unwieldy half into the truck without scratching the wood in any way. I gathered Greg became quite annoyed with my constant concerns over how they moved the entertainment center, but it was my pride and joy. I had a sick feeling that they did this task so efficiently because of what two features of my wife's body they thought they would be feasting their eyes on.
So my relief in seeing the job half done was temporary. Now the men stepped into the kitchen to remove the chairs - one of them was a bar stool sitting in front of one of the counters - and a few other odds and ends. But not before my wife showed her gratitude. They didn't speak, just stood and stared. Lindsey was sitting on the bar stool, facing the counter. This stool had no back or sides, just the spot for your butt, and hers was spilling enticingly out at the sides. The effect of her sitting with her body leaning forward, her arms resting on the counter, was to spread that beautifully rounded ass meat all over the place and she knew how it looked and six horny brutes now congregated around her to take it in. I stood having a beer, my fourth. I was a nervous wreck and knew things would not settle down for a while.
She stood up slowly and turned and faced them. They were grinning slightly, and ogled her chest. She put her hands behind her and leaned on the counter, and took in a large, leisurely breath. Her top was stretched to the hilt. She pushed her tits out and rubbed her hands in her long thick hair.
"Well, you guys got my husband's favorite thing in the whole world into the truck." She looked over at me. "They did it,Tim. Are they studs or what?" "Thank you again," I said. "Let's go," I offered, hoping against hope that she, and they, would pass on the flashing and head for the new house.
She began stretching one side of her top over her left shoulder. "Oh, honey. I promised," she said, looking at Greg. Now the side of the top was pulled down over and stretching over her upper arm. I shuddered, and quaked when she very calmly pulled the other side of her top off her right shoulder. "I am really uncomfortable with this," I pleaded. Still looking at Greg, she replied: "I'm not." Greg said: "Oh come on Tim, can't you see how eager she is to show us her tits? Why else would she have paraded around us in this skin-tight top?" She laughed: "I have been kind of naughty, haven't I?"
Greg and my wife smiled at each other as her supple fingers pulled, with some effort, the top down to her waist, displaying her smooth, fair skin and a pink lace brassiere. They kind of popped out: Her large breasts, only partially hidden now, stared proudly at the guys, their nipples staring rudely at us. She turned her back to everybody and reached around as if to unhook her bra. She was swaying her hips.
"I don't see what the big deal is about my breasts," she said, staring back at Rico. "They're just two glands with milk tissue and fat in them, enclosed in skin. So my bust is in the extra large category. So what? I might as well show you my elbows, and that I have already done."
Rico responded, stepping closer to her. "Don't fuck with us baby. We're all out of control here."
He took another step as she slid her fingers back and forth under the bra, then snapped its shoulder straps. "No touching," I reminded him. He looked at me coldly and said to her: "Chubby says no touching. Is that what you want?"
I wanted to kill this jerk, but he was much more than my match and seemed capable of just about anything. He was now right behind her. "You can't touch my tits, that's the rule," she laughed.
"You can help undo my bra though," she said, reaching around and caressing him. He nervously unclasped the bra and she told him to back away. "I don't want you to get hurt," she smiled. "Who's gonna hurt me? Him?" he said, gesturing in my direction. "No silly," she laughed. "I don't want to knock you over with my chest." The guys laughed quietly, tensely. He stepped back and she held the cups of the brassiere in her hands and ground her hips, the jersey hanging over the shorts.
"Ready, gentlemen?" she said, turning around and facing them. She looked down at the crotch of each man, then pulled her bra away dramatically, her arms extending behind her, her head and upper body leaning back, and her chest jutting proudly in a tilt, practically toward the ceiling. Her tits were so milky white, their veins faintly discernible, and seemed to have swollen in their magnificence when she freed them from the brassiere. It was breathtaking.
"Damn!" Flash said. His wide open eyes and gaping mouth mirrored the rest of the guys' reactions. Greg had an evil smile on his face and whispered something to Rudy. No one could take their eyes off of her. Rudy yelled: "Did we pack the bathroom scales? Gotta weigh those fuckin' things. Shit! Honey, we gotta weigh your tits later, when you get unpacked!"
I felt like I was seeing her round, firm, massive breasts for the first time. I was utterly in shock at what was going on in my kitchen. Her teats extended out like little penises, and I was stunned by the generous proportions of the aureolae. Her eyes were half closing. Who was this filthy woman, showing her breasts to these strangers?
"Since we can't touch 'em," Greg said to her, "take your time with those big fuckin' tits of yours, sweetheart. Am I right guys?" He took a moment to study the expressions of his helpers. "Unbelievable tits," Ed said. She grinned at him as she turned to the side so that they got a great profile of her exquisite chest sticking out, defying gravity. "What do they weigh?" he went on, as they all moved closer to the object of their lusty fascination. "Oh I don't know. Like I said, they're just a couple of mammary glands," she said. "Well what size are they?" he said. "I wear a bra that bounces between E and F, pardon the pun" she said, stepping toward him so that he was now a foot away from her. "Why don't you sit down?" she said, grabbing one of her tits with both hands and aiming it at him, "you look a little excited, lover!" Her arms akimbo, she leaned forward and shook her breasts at him. He reached for them. "You can't touch 'em, honey, sorry," she said, rising up looking at me and nodding her head deferentially.
As sick as this scenario was, and as revolted as I had become at my wife's increasingly surrealistic behavior, I felt a sense of disappointment that she had denied him her boobs. This troublesome feeling increased when she pushed her huge tits inward with her fists - an incredibly erotic sight - and mashed them together with her arms, then pushed them up to her chin and starting licking them, holding one breast with both hands, then the other. She picked out a guy to smile at as she doing this and had the uncanny ability to bewitch, to mesmerize. So I heard no one say: "Enough of this, I have to fuck her." She had been trifling with them all morning, acting like a wanton who was starving for cock, but seemed expert in keeping them - and me - in check.
When she sucked her nipples - as big around as her open mouth - I marvelled at how the further arm made a point of reaching under the one tit (and pushing it out) to grab the other. The whole time her serpentine tongue stretched inches to lick her tits. Then she poured beer on herself, and rubbed a bottle up and down in her cleavage. The guys started to cheer her and applaud. The faster she rubbed the bottle the more excited they got, the more she closed her eyes and mimicked sexual climax. She had Ed take over with the bottle as she leaned with one knee on the chair he was sitting in, and he got into it, stroking the bottle harder and harder so that beer was popping out of the top and she was screaming in a very convincing orgasm. "Oh yeah, oh God, oh I'm coming!" she cried. Part of me was still upset about this obscene behavior. "I thought no touching of the breasts," I interjected loudly, smiling nervously. "Whoops!" Lindsey said. "Tim said no touching. You brushed your hands on my tits, you animal!" she laughed at Ed. She kissed him passionately and said: "Somebody pull my shorts down. I'm busy getting tongue fucked in the mouth." She leaned in toward Ed more and stuck her ass out. Rico and Greg fondled her hips and her rump and fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. She shook her ass at them and slowly they pulled the leotard and shorts down in a big bunch at her knees. "Pick me up and put me on that counter," she said, rubbing her tits against Ed's face. "Tim, he's just licking the beer off my tits. It's no big deal."
Greg and Flash lifted her on to the counter "island" in the middle of the kitchen. She got on her hands and knees and looked at the guys. Her ass was almost totally exposed, a thong bottom covering only her crack. She played with her tits. No one spoke. She flipped over on her back and pushed her tits together with her arms, then pulled roughly on her nipples. "Oh yeah," someone said. Rico and his brother were rubbing their groins. Then she stood up on the counter and leaned over, her back to them, and we were back in Acapulco. Only there was a real threat that all these men were going to gang bang my wife, and the way she shook her tits and made them slap her chin, as she watched them through her spread legs, did not exactly help matters.
Lindsey then said, "Now we'll go to the new house." Flash was insane with desire. "What? What? I'm a nervous wreck, baby!" She stood and turned around and shook her tits at him. "Just wait, tiger." She smiled at me. "Honey, could you help me down?"
These guys were quiet, looking hard at the two of us, not moving. Sensing the situation, she said looked at me coyly and said: "Honey, do you mind if I blow these guys when we get to the new house?" "What?" I stammered. She put her bra on and told me to get her leotard and shorts, which had fallen on the floor. She seemed so concerned when she said: "Well, it is a lot of work to move us. So when they move everything in from the truck -" and she held up her index finger and glanced back at Greg, " including the entertainment center, I'll suck their dicks." I objected, telling her she couldn't be serious. This was our dream house, and it will be a special moment for the two of us to enter the threshhold of this luxurious pleasure dome. With a perverse matter of factness she said: "Well, I HAVE been showing off my tits all day and I think they're getting pretty horny. It's the least I can do. Besides, we have run out of beer."
"So buy more!" I protested. She touched my face after she stretched the top of the leotard over each shoulder. "That's OK. Beer costs money. I can swallow their pricks for free." The guys laughed softly and Rico chuckled: "She's right Tim."
She and I drove over in the Mercedes and I told her I had had enough of this tramp behavior. "Let's start fresh in our new home," I yelled. I made a point of stopping at a beverage store and picking up a case of beer and two bags of ice, to make my point. "It ends now," I said as we pulled up in front of the house.
