The moment I laid eyes on her, I was captivated by her piercing blue gaze. It happened at the airport when she was twenty, fresh from her divorce. Meloni's ex-husband, Marvin, a black man who had married her right after she turned eighteen, found himself entangled in legal issues, resulting in a sentence that seemed overly harsh for the crimes he was accused of. Nonetheless, it was severe enough to prompt Meloni to reassess her life's direction, particularly in dealing with the debts he left behind.
From a young age, Meloni has been the center of attention for men wherever she goes. Born and raised in Florida, she gradually blossomed into a woman with an exceptional physique.
We tied the knot a few months back after a whirlwind romance, and now we call an apartment near Central Beach in Fort Lauderdale our home sweet home. Meloni's beach routine is pretty much a daily thing -- she heads down there almost every day for about 30 minutes to catch some rays, keeping her fair skin just lightly kissed by the sun. She's careful not to overdo it, not just to avoid getting burnt, but also because she tends to attract some unwanted attention from guys trying to chat her up, blocking the sun.
I'm 15 years older than her, and I'd say I'm pretty average-looking. I think she was drawn to my maturity and life experience, so she chose to join her life with mine. After the mess of her first marriage, Meloni needed someone mature to guide her through her troubles and steer her life back on course. She often tells me she feels safe when I'm by her side.
In the early days of our relationship and during the initial months of marriage, I gradually became accustomed to having a wife who caught the eye of other men. It was common for guys to come up to her, striking up conversations, introducing themselves and if the opportunity arose feel her up. Meloni and I had a chat about it at one point. We both knew what was going on: we'd both noticed how various guys kept coming up to her again and again to grope her breasts. This happened often, nearly every day and almost everywhere: in bars, at concerts, in theaters, supermarkets, the gym, public transportation...Meloni wears a 34L bra size, which is quite uncommon for a woman. Having a chest that attracts the attention of men has conditioned Meloni's life and by extension mine as well.
One night, while driving back from a bar where we'd grabbed a few drinks with some friends, I turned to Meloni and asked:
"Did you enjoy tonight?"
"Yeah, I suppose... I just didn't get a chance to chat with Johnny and Cinthya as much as I wanted to," she replied.
"Why's that?" I inquired.
"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but there was this group of guys behind us at the bar. They kept creeping closer and even tried to touch me a few times. So, I was kinda thrown off by that," she explained.
"Yeah, I noticed. Were you feeling uneasy? You could've said something back then."
"I didn't want to cause a fuss in front of our friends, and... Well, it's not a big deal for me, really. I'm kinda used to it. It's not the first time a stranger gropes my boobs... I just wanted to chat with you all tonight, that's all.
When we got to our apartment it was obvious that we had both been turned on by the conversation we just had and we went straight to bed. Meloni was wet when I entered her and we had great sex, she had a couple of orgasms before I cummed inside her cunt.
As we lay on the bed, silence filling the room, after a couple of minutes, I spoke up:
"It's no wonder guys try to get close to you, hoping for a touch. Your boobs are bigger than usual, and you know, big ones have always been seen as a sign of fertility and charm. So, does this happen a lot to you?"
"Oh sweetie, it's no big deal, honestly."
"I'm just curious, have men often approached you like this before?"
"Well, to be honest, I've had situations like tonight's since I was pretty young."
"So, did this happen when you were still married to Marvin?"
"Oh yeah, it did. He used to get really worked up about it, to the point where we stopped going out altogether. I was practically stuck at home for the last few months. So, when I learned he was facing years in jail, I knew it was time for a divorce."
The following morning unfolded like any other. We sat down for breakfast together without bringing up last night's events. Afterward, I got ready, gave her a kiss, and headed off to work.
Since Meloni didn't have a job, she stayed home to manage the apartment, handling chores and grocery shopping. In her free time, she scoured the internet for job listings or relaxed on the beach, soaking up the sun.
A couple of days later, following a tiring workday for me, Meloni and I had good sex before going to sleep. She was very wet from the beginning, so it was easy to penetrate her. Her cunt was unusually hot and her moaning became stronger than usual. This time Meloni had three orgasms and when I exploded inside her I didn't wait to tell her:
"That was fantastic honey."
"Oh my love, I have been waiting all evening to have you inside me."
"Hmm, why's that?"
"Well... I had one of those situations we talked about the other day."
My cock instantly became hard again, it was obvious that someone had touched her breasts... and Meloni felt comfortable telling.
"Hey, what went down?"
"Oh, nothing serious. Just headed downtown Miami for some shopping and hopped on the metrorail. A man touched me on the way back, that's all. It really doesn't matter."
"And did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I don't want you to be upset, don't get me wrong, but after our conversation the other day..."
"What happened?"
"Well, in a way, I felt kind of flattered to catch the eye of a stranger."
"Don't stress, I don't think there's anything you could've done to prevent it. Do you want to share the details of what happened?"
