We sat and talked and ate for about an hour. The whole time, I kept staring at her gorgeous tits in that blouse of hers. She'd adjust her shirt from time to time and I'd catch more glimpses of the upper parts of her breasts and her black lace bra. I'd look up and see Jay sitting there looking at me ogling his wife not saying a word about it. What was with this guy? I'd be pissed as hell if my wife's ex was just gocking at her like this. Did he really not care? After a while, I found myself having a bit of fun with it. I would openly stare at her tits and then look right over at him and smile that knowing smile a guy gives you when he's had your woman before. He knows exactly what she likes and knows how to give it to her and he's right there with her, right in front of you.
Once we were done with dinner, Connie offered some drinks out in the living room which I accepted. The least I could do is get more images of those tits in my head so I could go home and beat off thinking about her. I sat on the large sofa, Jay sat on a recliner opposite from me, no doubt to keep an eye on me. Connie served the drinks, handed the first one to Jay and then sat next to me on the couch offering me one and keeping one for herself. It was a three person sofa, I was sitting at one of the ends, and she had elected to sit in the middle, arm propped up on the back and leaning over towards me. This gave me a great view down her short to those magnificent tits.
As we kept chatting, sharing stories and memories, she'd occasionally lean over and slap my leg playfully, always opening up her shirt to me more. I was loving this so far. Her husband Jay just sat in his recliner watching us as we chatted and sipped on our drinks. Phew! She made some strong drinks. It wasn't long until I felt a little bit of a buzz. In my slightly diluted state, I figured I'd see how far I could take this little game.
As Connie kept talking, I stopped pretending. I was full on staring at her tits, only providing short, blanket answers to whatever she was rambling on about. Occasionally, I would love over at Jay, his eyes locked on me staring at his wife's tits, and giving him a little smirk. When Connie would keep reaching over and slapping my thigh, her hand started to linger more, her hits coming closer and closer to my shaft that was now firmly printing in my slack. There couldn't have been a person in the room who didn't know I was starting to get hard as my cock started to harden against my length and tighten my slacks. Once Connie's fingers started to brush the tip of it with her playful little slap, I knew there was something more going on here.
I looked over at Jay, his eyes locked on me, then looked over at Connie as she continued rambling on about some girl we both knew in college. Without thinking it completely through, I reached a hand up and slid it into Connie's blouse and firmly grabbed the top of one of her tits. Mmmmm, just as soft and nice as I remembered them. Connie jumped, startled by my boldness, mouth agape in disbelief. I looked over at Jay and said "So, Jay, is this what you've been waiting for? Did you want to see me feel your wife's tits?" He just sat there in stone cold silence looking at me, a bit of worry set in his eyes, a bit unsure of himself.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Connie asked. She made no attempt to pull away or remove my hand from her breast. "Oh come on, Connie." I said. "Let's not be so coy, shall we?" I grabbed her wrist and brought it onto my cock, placing it firmly on the middle of my shaft. "I'm sure you remember him from our old days in college." I looked at her face and saw her blush, her timid hand still resting on my cock. She bit her lip and then inhaled deeply, slowly squeezing my fat cock through my pants. "Oh my god, I almost forgot how big you were." I set my drink down on the coffee table and made myself at home. Clearly, this was going to go anywhere that I wanted it to and neither of them were going to do any less than exactly that.
I slipped my second hand into her blouse, pushing her tits up and out of her shirt still held back by her bra. I gave them a firm squeeze before dropping my mouth to them starting to suck and kiss her breasts. While I keep my attention focused on Connie's breasts, I look over at Jay and give him a sly smirk. "I'm sure going to enjoy playing with these again" I say, now practically mauling her nice, big, full breasts. Connie's hand is still resting on my cock, starting to squeeze it harder, starting to stroke me through my slacks. I keep my eyes on Jay as he watches me play with his wife's tits, sucking, kissing and biting what should be his. He reaches a hand down to adjust himself and I notice that he's no competition for what's being contained in my pants. Based on his bulge he's maybe four inches, five at best. Connie almost certainly hasn't had a big, fat cock stretching her pussy out for a long time. That's when I got my wicked idea.
I stood up, briefly pulling myself away from her tits and grabbed Connie's hands, pulling her to her feet, her tits still hanging out over her blouse but in her bra. "Let's take this upstairs" I say. "Lead the way, Connie". She hesitates for a minute and looks over at Jay who doesn't say anything, just playing with his little dick through his pants. Without any protests from her husband, she starts heading for the stairs pulling my hand. I look back and Jay doesn't move. I say to him "What's the matter, Jay? Don't you want to watch your wife get stuffed with a big, fat cock?" I feel Connie's hand tremble at the mention of my cock. Jay quickly stands and starts following us up the stairs.
Connie is leading the way in front of us, holding my hand, taking the stairs easily, gripping the hand rail, noticeably unsteady on her high heels. It occurs to me that she probably doesn't wear them often. Maybe she just wore them to be a tease. She probably remembers how much I like seeing heels on a woman and often had her wear them back in college. Her ass is practically in my face and I can't help myself. I reach out and smack it, following that up with a firm squeeze. I look back at Jay again and say "That ass is going to look so good riding on my cock. Just wait and see."
Connie gets to the top of the stairs and pushes open the first door on the right. "Come in here, this is our guest room." "Oh no, my dear," I say. "We're going to your bedroom." She looks at me, this time more confidence in her eyes. "I'm really going to enjoy this," she says. "It's been so long since I've had a big cock." Almost like an excited little school girl, she pulls me and hurries along to their bedroom, Jay and me in tow. We walk into her bedroom and I take a quick look around. I see a seat off to the side of the room. "Jay, go sit over there," I tell him. "You'll have a great view of what I'm about to do to your wife." I looked over at Connie and she was about to start undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse. "Stop. I want little cock Jay over there to watch me do every bit of this to you."
Connie gets this devilish grin on her face, anticipation and desire building up in her eyes. Jay takes his seat off to the side as I start walking up to Connie. That look on her face was priceless, biting her lower lip, shallow rapid breaths, a fire in her eyes that I remembered so fondly. I'm standing at the side of the bed and pull her into me for a kiss. Her arms instantly wrap around me, craving what is yet to come. I kiss her deeply, hands running all over her back, reaching down to squeeze her ass, pressing those gorgeous tits against my chest. She moans into my mouth and I open my eyes to look over her shoulder. Jay is sitting there, watching intently and anxiously, still rubbing his little dick through his pants.
I pull away from kissing Connie and hold her firmly by her hips. I spin her around to look at Jay, her back against me. I pulled her back against my body, my cock now pressed firmly against her ass. I start kissing her neck as Connie begins to moan a little louder. My hands move up her body from her hips, caressing the sides of her body, then reaching up to squeeze her tits again. "This tits feels so amazing, Jay. Your wife's tits are just as good as I remember them", I say, looking over Connie's shoulder and smiling at Jay.
My hands move down over her stomach, reaching her buttons and I start to slowly undo them. Connie is running one of her hands through my hair as I keep kissing her neck. She's leaning back against me and reaches back with her free hand to rub my shaft through my slacks. "Oh my god, I can't wait to have this big cock in me again. My husband is so much smaller than you". I open up her blouse all of the way and pull it off of her shoulders. I reach behind her and quickly undo her bra, letting it fall away as her big tits come out into both Jay's and my view. My hands reach up once again to rub them, squeeze them, and tug on her nipples. "Oh, Chris. You always knew how to turn me and make me wet for that big cock of yours."
Jay's eyes are fixed on my hands while I'm playing with his wife's tits. "You like watching this, don't you, Jay? Sitting over there and playing with your little cock while I play with your wife." I slide my hands down Connie's stomach and reach down for the hem of her skirt. I start tugging it up her legs and over her sexy, wide hips, finally bunching it up around her waist. Now one less piece of fabric between me and that sexy ass of hers. My left hand reaches back down and slides into the front of her panties as I look up and see Jay's anxious eyes aimed at his wife's crotch. "Well, I guess that's not fair is it?" I say. "Little cock Jay needs to see what I'm doing to his wife". I pull her panties to the side and let Jay set his eyes on Connie's pussy as my fingers make contact with it.
Connie's moans start to get louder, her grip on my cock more firm, her other hand starting to tug on my hair. My cock has now grown into a steel rod, straining hard against my slacks. My fingers are slowly working circles over her pussy lips and clit, sliding up and down her slit, applying pressure to her clit, then working them back down towards her hole, teasing her slowly while my other hand continues its assault on her tits. "I'm going to do nasty things to your wife's tight little pussy, Jay. I'm going to stretch so much your little dick won't even touch the sides going in."
