"Come on!" Jimmy came into the room dressed and ready for the day. "Breakfast done, Christine." He yanked the covers off of her. She quickly pulled them up to her waist since she wasn't wearing anything except a white undershirt camisole.
"Jimmy!" Christine was already being annoyed by him at the start of the day. "Breakfast is all cooked and not going anywhere, chill out." She slowly sat up and Jimmy took notice of his wife's hot body in this natural position. Her camisole clinging to her chest and stomach, really showcasing her breasts and revealing them plentifully. Topping it off with no panties and seeing her light furry pussy between her legs.
"Speaking of breakfast," he leaned in towards her breasts running his fingers across them.
"Jimmy!" Christine swatted his hand away. "Breakfast time, we don't have time!" Sticking her tongue out at him giving him a teasing look.
"Fine, you have to put the pajama pants on only then and leave the shirt on until I say otherwise," he countered her teasing with his own. Despite it being even more of a tease on his part he knew she would get just as turned on thinking of him being turned on. The perfect lose-lose winning situation.
They finally made it to the breakfast table and Kim and Greg had already started on their breakfast. Christine greeted her sister following Jimmy, Greg looked up seeing Christine in the revealing undershirt.
"Oh great, it's usually Christine wearing a shirt with no bra and now she is wearing a bra with no shirts," pointing out the living condition he is in since Kim's sister and brother-in-law are now living in his house, well, guesthouse outback.
"Not a bra you stiff," she countered. "It's a undershirt camisole." She said with a fake sophisticated voice holding her nose in the air.
"Well anymore sophistication coming from you we will be--"
"Greg," Kim gave him a stern look to keep his joke back. Christine followed Kim's warning by sticking her tongue out at him.
"Teach you to try and talk about my wife," Jimmy laughed at his failed attempt to joke on Christine being foiled by his wife.
"Thank you, Jimmy," she replied sweetly to him surprised with the compliment by him.
"Your welcome, dear," reaching around her body under her arms and squeezing her round breasts slightly pulling the top down a little with his fingertips squeezing.
"Jimmy!" Christine pushed his hands away, stepping away and taking her seat next to Kim at the table. In a subtle way she situated her breasts using the side of her arms to get them comfortable.
"Well, with that presentation, I am glad the kids are away at my parents this week," Greg got up to get another cup of coffee trying to put the image out of his mind to hopefully finish his breakfast in peace.
"Yeah is kind of great, huh?" Christine arched her eyebrow with a playful stare.
"Yeah, yeah!" Greg made a bunch of noise with the cup and coffeemaker to drown the talking out.
"Oh, Greg," Kim leaned back in her chair turning towards him, "stop being such a prude, not like anything was shown."
"Yeah, yeah," he came back and took his seat. "Can we just all eat our breakfast and enjoy the morning with no kids? And, minus Jimmy and Christine, try and pretend there are no kids here?"
"Ok Greg, fine, we will all act like adults like we always do and have no fun because none of the kids are around and Jimmy and Christine will act like adults too." Kim said with a hint of annoyance.
"Thank you." He started to eat again and read his morning paper.
"Good thing you didn't say anything about me," and with that she reached over and yanked Christine's undershirt down exposing her big breasts at the breakfast table.
"Oh God!" Quickly getting up from his seat he left his plate and took the newspaper with him heading to the living room. The thought of Christine's breasts, their roundness and pale softness. Burned in his mind.
"Kim!" Christine looked first over at Jimmy with a grin on his face while having a mouthful of eggs, then over to Kim the last person she would ever expect to do something like this. "Jeez, could have give me a warning at least." Putting her breasts back inside her shirt one at a time, taking a few seconds to situate them, getting them comfortable once again.
"Then I wouldn't have been able to see that look of shock on your face for when I did."
In the living room Greg settled down on the couch reading his newspaper, trying to get the image of Christine's breasts out of his mind. But that was hard to do. He kept thinking of the soft pink nipples and the full roundness of them, he enjoyed Kim's, but Christine's were big, round and full. He felt his dick begin to twitch and jump inside his flannel pajama pants. Oh God, he thought. What the. . .?
Feeling his dick come to the stiff hardness. Poking upwards inside his pajamas. And just as it became fully hard Kim came into the living room to try and get him back until she saw his hard on.
"Greg?" Surprised by what she see is happening inside his pajamas. "What is this? If I had known you'd of gotten hard like this from seeing Christine's boobs I might have had done that a long time ago."
Greg quickly covered his crotch with the newspaper hoping he could hide it and Kim was talking as she was walking in and not after she came in. His heart racing and head turning around quickly with a look of fluster.
"W-what," he tried acting calm as if he was reading the newspaper being on his lap. "What're you talking about?"
"You know what!" Kim wasn't fooled by his act of surprise of being caught reading the newspaper. "You have a hard dick because of seeing Christine."
"W-w-what? No I don't. You're crazy. Crazy!" He kept the newspaper on his lap returning to his pretend reading hoping she will go back in the kitchen.
"Hey? What's going on in here?" Christine came in wondering what Kim was doing that was taking so long getting back to breakfast.
"Greg has a hard on from seeing your boobs!" Kim explained in a entertained voice.
"Really?" She smiled, and felt flattered by the gesture. "Well, then, I guess here you go Greg. Give Kim a good time today!" Christine pulled her undershirt up exposing her soft, round belly and lovely breasts again to Greg.
Greg looked back to see what she meant without thinking. As he did she had already lifted her shirt up exposing herself this time by her own hand, for the second time this morning almost back to back. He quickly got up, keeping the newspaper on his crotch to hide his pajama tent running up the stairs.
"You know," Kim looked over at her sister's breasts. Reaching over she patted the bottom of one and felt their soft but firm fullness. "They aren't actually all that bad, I can see why he is hard over them. Haven't seen them since we were teens and they turned out quite well."
"Thank you," keeping her shirt up to keep the admiring and flattering to continue on, smiling playfully.
"No. Thank you." Kim countered and pulled her hand away. She started for the stairs.