My wife Misty was always the outlier in her family. While her three sisters are all short, small breasted women, she stands 5'-9" and rocks a set of DD cup tits. One trait they do share are perky, heart shaped butts.
Misty has been a nurse at a long-term care facility for nearly 7-years. When she started working there, she was lucky enough to get on the same shift rotation as Carla and Rosie. Carla had been her best friend since the age of two, while Rosie was a seasoned veteran who took the two young nurses under her wing.
They became the self-branded Three Musketeers of C-wing, an almost inseparable trio, cooperating during their 2-day, 2-night rotation, followed by getting together socially at least once during their 5 days off. Since their 'weekend' was just as likely to be a Tuesday as a Friday, the husbands rarely participated.
But all good things must come to an end. Nursing is a very physically demanding career, and when Rosie made it to age 55 with fully functioning knees and a pain-free back, she decided to take early retirement.
"That's our goal ladies." she told them, dispensing one final nugget of advice, "Get to the finish line in one piece."
Shortly after retirement Rosie sold her house, said her goodbyes and moved across country to be closer to her grandchildren.
When Misty and Carla found out who was transferring into Rosie's position, there was a touch of disappointment.
Danilo was born in Ukraine but had emigrated to Canada when he was six years old. He was ten-years their senior, but had originally dropped out of nursing school to become a MMA fighter, winning all 4 of his fights and showing some promise. But when he discovered that even the winners are bruised, battered, and unable to sleep for weeks after a fight, he returned to school.
He had plenty of nursing experience and was known as a solid dependable worker. However, he also had the reputation as a horndog who was always hitting on women and had dated several coworkers (both single and married) during his previous posting on A-wing.
However, once Misty got to know him, he was impossible to dislike as a generally good guy with a keen sense of humor. Was he overly flirtatious? Hell yes. But he was an equal opportunity flirt, whether beautiful, plain, or ugly, friend or stranger. Even 103-year-old old Gail in room C12 looked forward to being on the receiving end of Danilo's charm.
While he did possess a pair of intense blue eyes, his shaved head, multiple broken noses, cauliflower ears, and tattoos on his neck, sleeves, and presumably elsewhere gave him a severely rugged look.
He fit seamlessly into Rosie's position and the work unit returned to being the Three Musketeers of C-wing.
Danilo is a 'meme guy', who forwards anything he considers amusing to everyone on his contact list. Misty would often reply with an emoji to let him know whether that day's fare was a hit or miss. These exchanges developed into daily friendly texts that soon became flirtatious as all things involving Danilo eventually do. Inevitably he escalated to occasional drunken sext requests.
Misty ignored the first couple but when the third arrived during one of our date nights, she decided to show me. She was surprised that I didn't seem upset about it at all.
"You'd really be ok with me showing my boobs to a co-worker?" she asked with some skepticism bleeding into her voice.
"I'm not encouraging you to do it, but I'm not discouraging you either." I replied ambiguously. "Is it a good idea? Probably not."
"But...?" she prodded, feeling that I had left something unsaid.
We had been married for two years by this point, and while our sex life was good in a vanilla sort of way, we had both been suppressing our inner kinky selves, each assuming the other wouldn't be able to accept our 'perverted' desires. This conversation was long overdue. I had never heard the term 'candaulism' before, so I didn't know what to call this fetish of mine. Instead, I described it as best I could.
"If you offered me the choice between seeing Carla topless, or some random guy seeing you topless..." I offered up, then tentatively admitted, "I'd choose the latter."
"But you're a boob-man, I know you'd love to see her jugs." she said in a non-judgmental tone.
"True." I nodded. I had no idea what size of cup Carla was, but it had to be somewhere toward the middle-of-the-alphabet. "It would probably be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to view a set that massive, but I honestly would sacrifice it for the other option."
"Seriously?" she asked while shaking her head in mild disbelief. "Just between us, Carla's doctor suggested that she have them reduced. As someone who has seen them before, my advice to you is not to pass up any opportunities you have to see them prior to surgery. They're quite spectacular."
"O...k...." I replied tentatively. There was a lot to unpack in those four sentences, not the least of which was discovering that my wife was an admirer of her best friend's 'jugs.'
"Also, can you explain why it is that what someone else sees is more important to you than what you see yourself?" she added.
"I just report my kinks, I don't analyze them." I replied, wondering how I found myself on the defensive when it had been Danilo who had made the obscene request.
"I'm not agreeing to do this or ruling it out either." she said, before making one concession, "This isn't a hotline where I take requests. I don't run and grab a camera just because some guy is drunk and horny. My titties only perform according to my timetable."
As it just so happened, her titties eventually chose to go rogue.
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It was a couple of weeks later coming off a nightshift. She walked to the parking lot with her two coworkers, where they had a brief chat about some work-related issue, before driving home separately.
Rather than climbing directly into bed to sleep the day away, Misty usually soaked in a bubble bath while checking the news feeds on her phone to wind down first. Just before getting out of the tub, she noticed the time and realized that I should be at work.
Her intention had been to hit me up on a video chat to make sure I had arrived safely and perhaps give me a little boob flash to get my day off to a good start.
She'd do this occasionally, normally beginning with a close-up of her face until she ensured that I was alone, before her ultimate naked reveal. However, after my recent fetish revelation, she decided to make the call with her tits already in view, playing with danger in order to heighten my thrill.
Misty immediately noticed that the video call had been accepted inside a bedroom and was briefly confused as she wondered where the hell I was at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning. It took a couple of seconds before she recognized Danilo's cheeky grin and realized that she had called the wrong person while partially exposed.
