"Hey Rita, can you look at...." came the voice as my office door swung open. I recognized the voice, it was Randy, Dr. Randolph Lombardi, Jr., a new dermatologist who had joined the practice a few months ago fresh out of residency.
I'd just come back to work after maternity leave for our second child, Emily, and was taking a break to pump breast milk for her. My assistant had simply told him I was in my office when he'd come looking for me to ask about a patient he was consulting on, not explaining what I was doing.
His eyes, I noticed, were not on my face. I almost smiled. Men and boobs, they're all the same -- a fascination I could never understand though I appreciated.
Our eyes met after a few seconds. He blushed.
"Ah..., sorry. I, uh, I..."
"It's okay," I said, holding the plastic funnel shaped cup over my left breast as the rhythmic hum of the pump sucked at my nipple. "I'll be done in a couple minutes and give you a call," I smiled. I'd have been mortified if something like this had happened with my first child but had become much more casual with this one. Well, maybe not mortified, I have to admit, but less relaxed. I knew guys looked when I breast-fed, which I did even out in public with both the girls, but I'd covered myself with a shawl or blankie when not at home. Tony said it was sexy, and loved to watch me, though it wasn't particularly sexy for me.
Randy's eyes came back up to mine, "I.., sorry," he said as he backed out of the door and pulled it closed.
I rolled my eyes, it's not like there's even anything to see -- oh, shit! I looked down and realized that while my left breast was covered completely with the plastic funnel and my hand holding it, I'd not snapped up the maternity bra cup on my right when I'd finished with that side earlier. The whole thing was exposed, my blouse fully unbuttoned -- it was easier like that-, and my nipple still elongated from the action of the pump. I flushed, not from embarrassment but arousal. Tony was always telling me how beautiful I was, even when bloated up with the baby, and while I had secretly always liked guys looking at me... well, moms just didn't do that sort of thing!
"And?" Tony asked as I shared this event with him, that night after the girls were in bed.
"And what? Tony, he saw my whole breast," I punched him in the arm.
"He's a lucky guy. Did he say anything when you spoke with him later?"
"You're not upset?" I protested.
Tony's look told me he was unsure how to proceed. We'd had talks like all couples that were tentative, one or the other not sure how to proceed. I think part of me wanted him to be upset, to focus on Randy barging in and catching me in a compromising position. I wanted him to tell me that he was going to come to the office and have words with him.
"Babe, you're gorgeous. Guys are gonna look..." he said quietly, looking in my eyes for a reaction.
"I know you're all fascinated with boobs and pussies, but I was breast-feeding, not flashing!" I snapped.
He smiled, "We poor, immature men don't much care, long as we get a peek," trying to make me understand the male brain. He leaned in and cupped my right breast. "He got to see this fabulous breast," he cooed, gently squeezing me.
I've got a libido to match the horniest guy, and Tony knew touching me as he was made me feel good -- and would lead to lovemaking.
"Did he say anything when you talked to him later?" he asked as he took my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"Do you like that he got to see my tit?" a smile curling my lips as I relished Tony's touch.
"Uh-huh," he murmured as his tongue flicked my left nipple. "Did you like showing it to him?"
I protested weakly, "I didn't show it to him, he saw it because he barged in..."
"Mmm," he said, "did you like that he saw your fabulous breast?"
He asked this as his hand slipped between my legs. I offered no resistance.
"It's just not right. I'm your wife" I insisted half-heartedly.
Tony's fingers were finding their way through my pubic hair. "How did you feel when you realized he saw your whole breast, your nipple all stretched by the machine sucking you?" His lips pulled at my right nipple as he asked this.
"Tony..." I exhaled, loosing myself in his actions.
He let my nipple slip from his mouth.
"You'll hate me...." I whispered.
"I love you. It's normal to feel good that your beauty is appreciated," his fingers now circling my labia, teasing them apart.
"But I'm yours, Tony. I don't want anyone but you," I pled looking into his eyes.
"I know that, Ree, but it's okay to feel good about someone else appreciating how beautiful you are, letting you know that you're a gorgeous woman. I know how gorgeous you are, and I'm okay that other guys look at you," he trailed off as he took my other nipple in his lips as his fingers spread my labia.
"You're really not upset that I liked that he saw my whole breast?" I asked, revealing my heart.
Tony's finger entered me in answer.
"I haven't let another man see me since..., since that party with Kim in college...." I breathed as my head rolled back.
"Your liked it, though?" he asked.
"He said he'd never seen another breast so lovely, so perfect..." I blurted without thought.
"When you talked later he told you that?"
"Yes," I said, grabbing Tony's face and kissing him deeply.
