I'm a man, wait, a married man. And a happily married man at that. My wife Shelly and I have been together for 30 years. We married pretty young - I was 24 and she was 22. We had dated for almost 3 years when she got pregnant so we rushed to get married.
We have 3 kids, a crowded house and all that comes with it. It hasn't been a story-book marriage, but a real-life marriage. We've had our trials & tribulations. We've had our infidelities, financial crises & personal issues. I know there were times where I was ready to just give up and leave. If I felt that way, you can at least double that count for her wanting to leave me, easily. But through those times, we've both come to forgive each other and reached down to support and help each other pull through those times. There's a lot to be said for that. In the end, we love each other and we want to be with each other.
It all started with her after I dropped out of college (I loved the partying life too much) I got a job as a cook at a restaurant. This is where I met my wife. I can remember it like it was yesterday. She came through the kitchen and she made my heart stop. She was very pretty (still is). Auburn Hair, hazel doe-eyes and supple pouty lips. She isn't tall but very leggy. With all of that came a delectable set of breasts. She wore a deep cut blouse that displayed a firm sensual cleavage. Her breasts weren't huge as she was probably a 32C. Her breasts were silky round and looked delicious. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her or her breasts.
Well, the pursuit was on. I had to have Shelly. Even though she had been seeing a guy from high school, she finally accepted a date with me. We hit it off immediately. I will never forget the first time we got a little intimate and she finally revealed her breasts to me. To this day, I can distinctly remember the coy look on her face as she released the clasp of her bra and let it drift ever so slowly from her breasts. Her full breasts barely moved. Each breast was nearly perfectly symmetrical. They were presented full and soft. The sides rounded outside her lithe width. The undersides were perfectly engorged and curved. As her globes dropped ever so slightly, the slope of her breasts tilted her nipples up to my eyes. Perfect silver dollar size nipples shaded a light brown. They were much better than advertised!
As I admired, I could hear her breath pant and a rush of goosebumps flooded her chest. Her nipples tightened. My fingers gently cradled her milky sacs. I was astonished as to how warm and perfectly soft but firm they were. I remember my thumbs sweeping up and bumped over her nipples. They instantly jutted out over a ½". She gasped. They were sensitive. I nearly busted through my shorts. It was almost surreal, as I gazed and explored breasts that belonged on Playboy. I couldn't be more serious. These were simply perfect breasts. I could go on and on, believe me.
As you can tell, I'm a "breast-man". I often laugh at the notion when brought up in conversation with friends--both male and female. I love everything about a woman's body, so to use those simple terms is too elementary. But I am a breast-man...a true breast-man. A common misguided notion about a breast-man is that they have to be huge balloons to be attractive. That isn't true at all. I've been turned on to all sizes and more likely than not, they aren't these HUGE BALLOONS. To the contrary, breasts have to fit her body type & fit her distinct look.
Symmetry is important but not necessarily perfect symmetry. The nipples are important too. They don't have to be large or small. They have to fit the breast type and the woman. However, sensitivity is important, as well. There's nothing like a breast tipped with a stiff nub to be nibbled, sucked and teased.
So, as our married years rolled along and the kids grew older, I got involved with the local youth sports pro-grams and my daughter's, Brittany, teams. It was nice because it really kept me in good shape and it was a good way to stay close to Brittany. She made many friends growing up that I got to know well from coaching them. It was a lot of work and most of the time fun. I got to watch all of these girls grow up from the time they were around 6 all of the way through high school.
My daughter Brittany was not really athletic but she got to appreciate activity and keeping fit. The friends she grew close with were pretty much the same way. Of course, as they grew older their friendships grew deeper which meant sleepovers and hanging out a lot. By the time they all got into high school, they started to develop, date boys and party. The two she was closest with, Abby & Penny, were developing into two sexy young ladies. Abby, like Brittany, is very petite. But Abby had a pair of very perky breasts which I would say are A+. Brittany had a solid B. Penny was quite different from them.
Penny started developing in 9th grade. I could tell during the summer between 9th & 10th grade, Penny was blooming a sexy body. She always is very pretty. Golden blonde hair and deep azure-blue eyes that were large, round and bright...kind of like Cindy-Loo Who. She is taller than Abby & Brit by 3-4 inches. Her hips widened slightly and tilted so that it shaped the orbs of her bottom up-right to form a tidy shelf at the arch of her lower back. Her thighs and calves are firm and smooth. And her skin, as with them all, is so smooth and without imperfection. It is almost like she has no pores at all.
I also noticed that her breasts started developing with a broad base. Each year from her freshman year through high school they slowly filled. It seemed every time her skin adjusted to her engorged mammary glands, they would fill just a little more. By the time she reached senior year, she had fully developed C+ or D breasts. Her cleavage formed a deep & pillowy cleft that drew attention from anyone. And she didn't mind showing it off.
Penny was often at my house hanging out with Brit & Abby. They would layout a lot or get ready to go out to party from our house. She always had the various tops or dresses that were cut just right. Tube-tops, halters, scoop necks...whatever. Every so often, her nipples would rise and poke against her garment. Her nipples appeared to be thick strong nubs that ached to break through.
I found it very difficult to not ogle or contain myself at times and would dismiss myself to my home-office just to cool down. At the end of their senior year of high school, my wife decided it was okay for them to drink at the house as long as they stayed over. I nearly bit my lips right off when Penny would sit there in her revealing tops, drinking & giggling causing her breasts to bobble in her top. There were times where I could feel myself gawking, half drunk, and quickly catch myself and then leave to my office or bed.
The summer before their 2nd year in college, she went with us on vacation to the beach. We would drink at night, playing games & such. She would still be in her bikini top--just that thin material containing her wondrous breasts. Invariably, the girls started on sex talk. They'd start on about all their dates & boys...and all the stuff the boys wanted to do them. I could feel my arousal almost instantly envisioning all of this. I quickly chuckled and said "I guess this is where I exit, g'night ladies." I scurried to my room and immediately stroked my cock until I shot 6-7 thick strings on the shower wall thinking of her young, full tits. She was really driving me crazy! Afterwards, I'd feel so guilty remembering Penny as this little girl and now all I wanted to do is rip her clothes off.
I got the feeling Penny knew that too. I didn't get caught gazing often...or I should say, the times when I know she caught me wasn't often. The first few times, she would blush deep red. It was amazing how red she would get against that blonde hair. But I guess after a while she started to feel confident. She would blink and give this barely audible giggle and coyly smile towards me. It was never really obvious and she wouldn't make any other gesture. She didn't cringe, or thrust her chest out or any other action that spoke to whether she protested or wanted more. I always felt like she looked upon our relationship as her being comfortable with her body and me. I always thought of it as her "special giggle".
About 10 years ago, I had just started a new job. I was 44. Penny, Abby and Brit were 20-21 years old and heading into their junior year of college.
It had been a crazy first few weeks for me, so I was working late a lot. With my wife being an early-to-bed type of person, I had no time to release any of my sexual tension with her. And I barely had time or the thought of taking care of this pent up angst inside me. I could tell that I was getting anxious and aggravated. Man, I was wound tight!
One evening, I was running late and hurried home from the office. I was rushing around and knew I had to run back to get my haircut. It was starting to look like a mop and needed to get it cut badly, pronto! I flew through the front door, dropped my laptop and headed right through the kitchen to my bedroom. I yelled to my wife that I was changing then going to get my haircut. She yelled back something totally incoherent. That got on my nerves so I barged from my room into the kitchen where I saw Brit sitting there reading a book. I leaned and gave her a kiss on the head and gave her a quick "Howya doin' sweetie?" Then yelled out, "I can't hear you Shelly!!"
Just then the basement door knocked open, pushing me back over the threshold of our living room. It was Shelly carrying a load of laundry. She dropped the basket, planted her fists on her hips and gritted her teeth, "I SAID, it's too late! It's almost 8:00 now & they close at 8!" She glared at me and snarled "And you haven't even eaten yet!"
