All characters are over 18. While the set-up is largely fictional, the encounter at the beach actually happened as described.
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Ted watched hungrily as his wife, Jenn, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Although she was facing away from him, he could see her beautiful boobs in the mirror as they came into view. He had loved her tits from the moment he first saw them all those years ago, covered as they were by a bra and a tight sweater. They were a full C, with barely a trace of sag - just magnificent. And her nipples! They engorged at the slightest provocation, puckering up to a half inch in length at no more than the rub of the bra being released.
Under the covers, Ted discretely repositioned his growing manhood, giving his dick a slow rub as his wife reached for her nighty. "No need for that, love, I'll keep you warm," he murmured softly.
"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry, but I'm on the rag again."
"Alright, dear, I understand," said Ted, trying to stifle a sigh. There was no point in trying to push his state of horniness for any other sort of sexual release; when it was "that time of the month," she felt entirely unsexy.
When she nestled in beside him, Ted put his hand on her hip and did his best to will his rigid cock to relax, but the warmth of her body and the memory of the sight of her boobs kept him hard for quite some time. Ted loved tits above everything else, and his wife's breasts were of the finest kind! Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, dreams of boobs interrupting his sleep.
In the morning, Ted tried to be discrete, but whenever there was a chance, he stole glances at Jenn's breasts, reveling in the way she lifted her tits as she settled them into her bra, the nipples flashing into and out of view. He loved that she wore lacy bras that allowed the brownness of her nipples to show through, but her blouse, once buttoned, unfortunately obscured the view. The downside of working in an uptight industry like the stock market.
Ted, a southern California grad student, pulled on his jockeys, then a pair of shorts and a T shirt. But he had plans to alter his attire in reasonably short order!
With Ted's bike on the bike rack, they drove toward Jenn's office - early in the morning since the market opened on the east coast at 9:30, and she was expected at 7:00, Pacific. They parted with a kiss and a simultaneous "Love you," then Ted drove on to the car dealer, since it was time for an oil change and a tune-up. He wondered if Britsy would be behind the service desk again, then felt his prick begin to fill at the thought of her very generous cleavage.
Britsy was indeed waiting for Ted. She had seen his name on the schedule for the morning before she left the day before, and she, too, had had trouble sleeping. While happily married for two years now, her husband Paul had left for a two month tour serving his country in the Pacific most of two weeks ago. And in his absence, Britsy had returned to her old ways - fantasizing about hot men (primarily, but not exclusively her husband) while getting off playing with her tits.
Britsy's boobs were truly awesome. Round and full (a D cup, but seeming larger on her small frame), with only the slightest sag, Paul marveled that, when viewed from behind, he could see them bulge both left and right when she raised her arms. Her areolas were nearly the size of a cold-drink coaster, and her nipples were both the color and size of small strawberries. More than one boyfriend had told her she could be a Playmate, but she was just a little too bashful.
But as much as her boyfriends had worshipped her boobs, Britsy had loved her tits nearly as much - and certainly more often, at least until she'd married Paul.
But with Paul away, she saw no point in denying her own fine points. Thus, most every evening found her with a bottle of wine, an erotic movie on the boob tube (a particularly apt nickname, given Britsy's predilection for lesbian flicks focused on titty play), and one or both hands idly massaging her breasts and nipples.
She loved to pretend that she was the girl with bigger boobs in the flick, and would do her best to mimic the moves of the smaller breasted girl, cupping her tits and pulling on her nipples just as the girl on the TV did. Of course, there were a lot of scenes with nipples being sucked, but Britsy was flexible enough and big enough in the boob to mimic this as well - in fact it was her favorite part!
The only problem, if you can call it that, was that Britsy would get so turned on by the glorious sensation of sucking on her own nipples that she would often just close her eyes and concentrate on the glorious feel of her nipple rubbing over her lips, the tingle produced by her tongue flicking the end her nubbin, the gentle pain of a slight nibbling of her teeth, ... Suffice it to say that Britsy often reached her own climax before the actress on the screen.
Last night had been much the same, but Britsy had determined NOT to reach orgasm, preferring instead to hold back, staying right on the edge all the way to the end of the movie. Her nipples had been SO stiff and they tasted SO good, but she had decided to stay horny. Maybe it was because she had wanted to tease Ted, and maybe it was because she'd chosen a flick with a male actor who looked a bit like him, but the result was a night filled with horny dreams of her and Ted taking turns licking her nipples.
When the alarm went off at 6:00, Britsy had been dreaming of rubbing her right nipple while Ted sucked on her left tit. Sure enough, she was cupping her right breast and had her index finger on the nipple, but neither Paul nor Ted was tending to the left boob. Damn, she was horny!
While lathering her tits in the shower, she hatched a plan to keep herself horny and to tease Ted in the process. Though time was short, she pulled roughly on both nipples, tugging them up and out until they slipped from her grasp over and over until a mini-orgasm overtook her, somewhat to her surprise.
