We were having drinks at our neighbour's house. My wife was sitting across the table, on my left. In front of me there was Sam, one of the two people living in this house (he's actually the owner). He's 67, with slick white hair pulled back on his head.
On my right, across the table, is Ellie, a 23 year-old nurse student, who had been here for a couple of months ; she was renting a room upstairs. Her dad was British, but her mom was of Vietnamese descent. Her skin was a little bit darker than white, and her eyes were a discreet testimony to her Asian heritage.
Every few weeks, my wife Amy and I would go there for drinks, and this was just one of those occasions. We did drink a bit more than usual though.
2, 3, 4... Drinks later, we're laughing about a woman that Sam met when he was younger, who had had lots of plastic surgery work done.
"Her tits were massive! Like a buoy!" he said.
We all laughed and he added "And still, one was bigger than the other!".
We laughed again, and Ellie replied "but it's the case for most women though".
"Oh yeah? Which one is your bigger one then?" Sam asked jokingly.
Ellie took her hands to her jumper, feeling her chest "hmm, I think the left one" she said playfully, "not that there's that much difference anyway...", she said as she pointed to her chest. I didn't think her tits were that small to be honest, maybe a B or a C cup, and they looked quite perky. Nothing to be ashamed of really. Not that I had seen them, but I find her rather hot and I admit I might check her out every now and then.
I don't think bras were her cup of tea, as every time that we saw her, she wasn't wearing one. And Sam's house being so damn warm all the time, she was always wearing just a t-shirt. Needless to say it took some effort not to stare when her nipples hardened and poked through the fabric.
The alcohol was flowing, Sam's cocktails were a deathtrap. God knows what proportion of gin and tonic he was using, but by the taste of it, it must have been 50/50.
Sam, a little bit tipsy himself, and after pouring us yet another atomic bomb of a cocktail, kept going about this woman's plastic tits.
"I swear the left one was twice the size of the right one" he said, obviously exaggerating.
"And so what?" Ellie replied, "tits are tits, and like I said, it's the case for most women anyway".
"Come on... Yours are basically the same size" my wife snarked.
Then in a move that took all of us by surprise, the alcohol certainly playing a rather important part, she pulled her white t-shirt down from her neck, revealing her breasts to us all. Her left one was indeed larger than her right, but really not by much. And to be honest, I very much did not care at that moment. Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly round, her skin slightly more pale than on the rest of her chest, with perky little nipples, painted in a darker shade of brown. They were hardening under our eyes, I can't tell if it's from the attention and the thrill of it, or if maybe she caught a draft of cooler air.
The room went silent as we all stared at Ellie's bare chest, before all laughing at the situation. The alcohol was clearly playing tricks on us.
"Well, the left one is a little bit larger, but it's not night and day..." Sam timidly said, his eyes glued to Ellie's exposed chest, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.
"It is" Amy said, before adding "those are nice breasts i have to say" with a smile, sipping her drink.
Ellie giggled, blushing slightly, "Thanks, I wish they were bigger though", she said before covering her chest back up.
"Are you kidding? They're great, guys must love those!" my wife replied.
"It's not like yours aren't great either..." I tell Amy, my words escaping my mouth before I could realise.
"I mean... Yeah, they are" she says, proud of herself.
"I bet you have one bigger than the other though, like everyone!" Ellie teased, her eyes darting to Sam, trying to prove her point.
"Yep!" my wife replied swiftly.
"It's the right one!" I shouted before anyone else could talk. What's wrong with me?
Amy turned to look at me and rolled her eyes, annoyed at my quick revelation.
"It doesn't look like it!" says Sam as he stares at my wife's chest, covered by a bra and a black t-shirt.
"No it's true actually" she said.
Both Sam and Ellie leant forward, staring with insistence at her chest, trying to figure out if it was in fact true.
"What? No!" Ellie said. "If anything, the left one looks bigger!"
"No, no, it's the right one!" My wife insisted whilst grabbing her own chest, giving it a squeeze to prove her point.
"Hmmm" Sam said, clearly unconvinced.
"Well, you know what, we're gonna find out!" Amy says, in a playfully done and determined tone. She leans back, and with her hands, unclips her bra from under her t-shirt and throws it on the floor.
With both hands, she grabs the fabric and pulls it up just enough to uncover her breasts, leaving her t-shirt riding up around her neck. She's just sitting there, her tits out, bouncing slightly from the motion.
I was flabbergasted, I would never have expected my wife to do this, and yet, here we were.
We had been drunk together in the past (not that we're heavy drinkers), but she never even came close to flashing her boobs to our friends like that. I didn't really know what to think, but I'm actually sort of enjoying this, I can feel my dick tingle in my pants, and my heartbeat is getting faster.
Sam's eyes widen and he takes a sip of his drink, trying to keep his cool, while Ellie's eyes sparkle with fascination.
"Look!" Amy says, pointing at her chest, "It's definitely the right one!"
Her right breast is indeed a tad fuller than her left, the pink areola standing out against her pale skin.
All I'm thinking about in this moment is how beautiful my wife is. She's 32, but still looks in her early twenties. She doesn't exactly have an athletic body (though she's strong, she works out 4 times a week), her curves are still round right where you want them to be. She's not skinny, but she's not overweight either. I know this is absolutely subjective, but to me she has the perfect body.
