The simultaneous moan of an orgasm and buzz of my phone vibrating always meant a text from my husband. There was a curious variety of looks from the other bus users. The irony of getting a judgemental look from the handsome thirty-something guy but a great big grin from the little old lady made me smirk. I picked my phone from between my breasts.
"Home @ 8. Dress slutty. Bare tits. NP."
NP was our code for 'no panties'. I don't know why he always insisted on putting that when he was sending me instructions, I hardly ever wore them anyway. A warmth began to build between my legs and without realising I had parted my knees a little. These texts always meant he had something specific in mind and I was no doubt going to have an incredible night. God I was horny already. I didn't know if I was going to make it until eight pm, it was only five o'clock. Looking around I couldn't really see any viable targets; I certainly wasn't going to get it on with the little old lady (although maybe she'd like to watch), the judgemental thirty-something was probably some kind of weird Christian or something and the two horny teenagers who'd been staring at my tits the whole journey would've probably represented a prison. Nobody else had even looked at me. Oh well, home then.
As I opened the door, the excitement was building and the warmth between my legs was damp and spreading. Within seconds of the door closing behind me my blouse was open and was being slipped from my shoulders. I casually threw it to the floor without breaking my stride as I headed for my husband's study. My bra was close to follow after and as I entered I switched on the computer. While it initialised I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wearing nothing but stocking and heels I opened the third drawer of the filing cabinet, went to the last file and pulled out the twelve inch vibrator. Sitting in the chair, reclining slightly with my legs open I opened the browser and went into the history. I didn't want to spend ages trying to find something so the porno we'd watched together last night would be perfect.
We were both fans of Rebecca Linares and I knew that seeing her drenched in oil being gangbanged by five men would definitely do what I needed; which was to have a phenomenal orgasm but still be horny for whatever Daniel had in mind for later. As it started, with her in the garden in a bikini, I set the vibe to a medium setting (no point in rushing and having to wait a couple of hours) and slid it in. Sitting there fucking myself while good ole Rebecca had a cock in each hole and two more guys standing over her was more than enough to get me to the brink. When they flipped her over and started to paste her with cum I lost control. Jerking my hips hard into the vibrator I started to cum hard, squirting all over the computer keyboard.
I grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned it up before I headed for the shower. The warm water cascading down my body was wonderful and I confess to always enjoying the feeling of my soapy tits slipping in my grip. Resisting the temptation to play with myself again, figuring I better save myself for later, I move to my dressing table to dry my hair apply my make-up. As I ran the drier over my long blonde hair I watched the way my tits moved in sync with the brushing. Not being 'as God intended' it wasn't an entirely natural movement but it was pleasing. I loved them big, when we'd talked about the last augmentation I'd been worried they'd be too big.
"I want them porn star big."
"But they'll be too big for my body, people will stare at me in the street. What will it be like when I go to the supermarket?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
"What about clothes? I'll never find anything to fit."
"I don't want you wearing so many clothes anyway."
And that was it, we went and got it done. 32E. They looked like footballs on my small frame. Truth be told though I'd got used to them and I was enjoying the stares, especially since we'd agreed that I should stop wearing bras. That was a popular decision at work at least, one of the advantages of being the only woman in the office.
I decided hair up would be best so wrapped it into a French Curl before putting on my foundation and blusher. A metallic blue eyeshadow with plenty, rather too much, mascara gave a nice slutty look and then candy red lipstick with a gloss to finish. Then a pair of pearl droplet earrings and matching choker finished the look. I walked naked to my wardrobe and looked down at my shoes, the choice was easy as I didn't know if Daniel would be coming home alone. Meeting new people I always tried to compensate for my 5 foot height by wearing the highest heels I have. At the moment that was a pair of patent red leather six inch stilettos and an block under the toe. Opting for bare legs tonight I then picked out a tight white lycra microskirt. This was something of a favourite; originally bought by Daniel I tried it on and it didn't cover my arse, didn't even come close.
"Aw that's a shame it's too small. I wanted to see you wear it out in public, clubbing or something."
"Don't you want me to wear it in public?"
"Well yeah, but..."
"Then I will."
Choosing a top was less straight forward. At first I thought about the latex shirt that had a huge hole cut out to expose my tits, but it didn't really go with the skirt. Then I thought about the tshirt that was cropped so short it didn't cover my nipples and had the slogan "I heart cum" on it, but were my breasts strictly speaking bare? Then I saw my black cotton bolero top. Not really bought as an item of sex clothing it hadn't occurred to me at first but I tried it on and it looked amazing. The thin black fabric covering my arms and shoulders accentuated how thin my arms were and it was a really feminine look while completely exposing my breasts.
The doorbell rang. Daniel never used his keys if I was home, he wanted me to answer the door in whatever state I was in. I grabbed the latch, took a deep breath and swung the door wide, exposing myself completely to whoever was on the other side. There was Daniel grinning wide, in front of him were Nathan and Thomas. Nathan was my boss; I worked at a large firm of accountants in the city and I'm his secretary. Thomas was his boss. Things at work were going to be interesting from now on. I resisted the instinct to act shocked or embarrassed and cover up and simply stood there allowing them to enjoy the view. They were both a little dumbstruck until Daniel broke the silence.
"The guys have come over to drink a few beers and watch some porn."
"Of course, come on in."
I stood aside and gestured them into the hallway. They stepped past me with their eyes fixed on my tits but still looking extremely awkward.
"Can I take your coats?"
As I carried their coats into the boot room I heard Nathan talking in hushed but slightly frantic tones.
"Fucking hell Danny, you weren't kidding were you?"
"Nah my friend, and she's just getting started."
"Holy shit this is going to be good."
"Daniel, why don't you show our guests into the sitting room while I fix some drinks?"
"Sure, beers all round?"
The guys nodded and I headed to the kitchen. We always kept a plentiful supply of a variety of drinks because we entertained a great deal. Sweeping up three cold beers onto a tray I snapped the tops off and fetch three glasses from the freezer, remembering to replace them for the following rounds. I grabbed three ramekins and filled them with peanuts before carrying the tray through. Entering the room I headed for Thomas first, standing before him I leant forward from the waist lowering the tray to him. This I knew would dangle my tits a little but also expose another inch or so of ass to the other guys. Standing up I could feel that the tight fabric had not shifted down to recover the exposed inch and I stepped over to Nathan and did the same before repeating with Daniel. Stepping back to the door to return the tray I asked.
"Can I fetch anything else?"
