Anyone who has read some my previous stories knows I work in a predominantly male industry. I was fairly set at my position and had become comfortable as my salary and bonus had increased. I have been married to a beautiful woman, Pam. She is petite with brunette hair, above average size breasts for her frame with the sweetest bubble butt for a white girl you could dream-up. She was well liked in the community and active in the church. Pam seemed the ultimate conservative wife with the exception of a handful of incidents that I can only attribute to some type of mystical event; like a full moon to a werewolf.
Pam's skin was healthy and creamy white, she has always taken care of herself and seldom left the house without her makeup and perfect hair. She turned heads in the mall or grocery store, especially with the size of her breasts on her small frame. She is very active and keeps herself in great shape. As she moved into her 30's she put on 5-10 pounds but most of the weight seemed to add to her shapely figure.
Pam was shy about her attributes; she had become a full 34-C cup, attempting to hide them unsuccessfully in a B-cup. As a result, Pam's breasts squeezed out of the top and sides of her overworked bra.
Pam had only been up to my workplace once since I began work there, so I was surprised when she just showed up one day. Carl mentioned he had invited her to stop by the office and like when we are out she turned heads there too. Her breasts were just too noticeable. She was embarrassed easily and often left places with her head down, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Carl said "the guys have been working 6 twelve hour days a week for the last couple of months, so I'd like to have a party, sort of a Spring Break theme." He went on "I want to thank them for all the hard work meeting our deadlines."
I was going to voice concern when Pam chimed in "what did you have in mind?"
Carl explained he was going to give everybody a long weekend and everybody would be invited to his lake house Friday the 17th to start the weekend off. Smiling, Carl said to us "I was hoping you would bring the wife?"
Caught off guard I didn't respond at first, I stuttered uneasily at first and replied "sounds great?"
At first she was reluctant to go, Pam acted a little uncomfortable. I smiled awkwardly at her and said it might be fun and she agreed to at least go for a while. My shaky reply sounded like the kid who finally got picked to play kickball in school after never having been picked before.
"Great," Carl added "wear something comfortable or your swim trunks."
I replied "I would, but Pam probably wouldn't swim."
"Oh, I don't have a pool, but I have a nice new hot tub, I'm sure she would love to try out" he added. He also handed Pam a present and said she could wear her new Spring Break outfit if she wanted.
I stammered, "O-okay," and turned around, missing the winks and smirks behind me. I purposely walked my wife the long way back to her car. Yes intentionally, I can't help it; the thought of other people looking at my wife excites me. I don't know why. But now as I watched an entire shop of workers watching my wife walk away in her prim and proper conservative skirt and blouse, I was hardening in my pants.
I wandered back after Pam left making sure I could hear lewd comments coming from the shop. The guys were commenting about her tits; talking about what they wanted to do to my wife. Most of the guys got quite as I went by except Gus, the foreman, still discussing my wife's ass with several other guys over in the corner of the shop.
They were laughing now, and obviously unconcerned about my presence. Carl caught me, smirking "How's the wife, old buddy?" Several of them laughed and watched my face to see my response.
"Pam is doing fine, thanks for asking," I replied.
A close friend of Carl's added, "She certainly is" which drew another round of laughs.
Carl added, "If you ever need any help around the house, please let me know," winking at the guys. Everyone laughed at Carl's obvious intent. I pretended to be ignorant to the situation and walked away embarrassed.
The following Friday, Pam was getting ready for the party at Carl's house. Pam looked at beautiful as usual; pink frosted lipstick, hair perfect and light blue eye shadow. My wife never wore gaudy jewelry and now only sported her two-carat wedding ring and a simple gold cross around her smooth creamy neck. When she came out of the bathroom Pam was wearing a new flowery draped mini-skirt and a button up white blouse with tiny pearl buttons. Both were lightweight cotton material but what concerned me is that both looked at least one size too small.
Pam's blouse was so taut the buttons were straining and the shirt had gapes exposing the bra under the blouse, making her a bit uncomfortable. What she seemed to overlook was the skirt was so tight around her bottom it appeared to stretch the seams. I assured her she looked great and inside I couldn't wait to see my co-workers expressions when they saw my voluptuous wife.
"I thought you knew where you were going," Pam said worriedly. We had been driving down a dirt road for about five miles. Carl's house was well hidden off the main road but I was pretty sure that I had written the directions down correctly. We both spied the mailbox up ahead and breathed a sigh of relief when we realized we weren't lost. Carl's house was a plush layout on several acres.
We went to the door; finding a sign saying the party was in the back. The property was neatly kept with the grass newly mown and stretched all the way to the water. There was a nice view of the lake and the property seemed secluded from other neighbors. We could hear the music as we went around back and the first thing Pam noticed that no other wives were there. I had been thinking about watching my co-workers ogle my wife. However, something seemed out of place. I had an uneasy feeling, I was no longer sure that our invitation was because everyone was trying to relax or be nice.
Most of shop was there; at least a dozen guys, mostly shirtless, younger, and already drunk were in the back yard. Upon our arrival, most of them let out a loud roar, which made me even more nervous. Over by a drink table I noticed Carl and several of my customers; Larry, Dale, Tim, Rob, Paul and Mic plus our largest supplier; our neighbor Phil.
"Hell yeah" shouted Gus; a huge black guy our shop foreman who was already drunk. Several guys were playing volleyball on a large inflatable court setup and others were playing horseshoes. A beer was thrust into my hand and a rum punch into Pam's'.
Pam rarely drank, just a glass of wine for special occasions but I watched as Pam nervously gulped down half her drink. She was fidgeting and the only thing in her hands was the cup, so she absent mindlessly gulped down the rest of the cup. Carl saw us from a distance and came over to welcome us.
He served Pam another cup of punch as Pam tried to resist. "Looking good" Carl said. Pam's cheeks flushed quickly from the comment and from the overhead sun as she quickly downed a second drink from nervousness. Pam's breasts were becoming more visible as the heat made her sweat, causing her straining blouse to stick to her tits stuffed inside her overstuffed bra.
I was desperately trying to keep an eye on my wife, but Carl grabbed my arm and asked me to give him a hand with our customers. All the guys made an obvious gesture to get closer to Pam and welcome her to the party.
She asked several where their wives or girlfriends were, and most just laughed and didn't respond. Pam was now drinking her third glass of rum punch in less than 20 minutes and I knew I had to stop her from drinking anymore. But before I could intervene, I was drug off to the volleyball court for a couple of six on six games.
I couldn't figure out why they wanted me to play but it soon became obvious as I finally got a break and made a beeline to Pam who was surrounded by several men. We had not even been there 45 minutes and she was obviously feeling the effects of more glasses punch; her speech slurred slightly and she was swaying and struggling to keep her balance. When I saw the guys using Everclear to mix the next batch I realized why.
I told Pam I think she had enough, but another one was forced into her hand. She downed the drink as several of them pulled her toward the volleyball court, joking they had a rookie player. I felt some relief; at least Pam would have to stop drinking while she played.
My relief was short lived. Pam was ushered out onto the volleyball court and it was soon obvious why. The guys were intentionally hitting it to Pam, who was struggling to hit the ball. Every time she tried, her breasts bounced up and down putting on a show for all the guys. Her tits were all natural and were bouncing and jiggling inside her damp shirt like water balloons in slow motion. The spring from the inflatable court seemed to amplify the quivering of her tits, trying to escape her bra.
Everyone had surrounded the volleyball court now and over twenty sets of eyes were locked onto my wife's heaving chest, wondering which button was going to be the first to go. It didn't take long. One in the middle had popped open and the others were now working harder. Pam's white bra was clearly visible thru the damp blouse as were the sides of her tits. All the guys were hooting and hollering and I tried to shout for Pam's attention.
Two guys quickly hushed me and I didn't say a word as the button below the first gave way. Now the bottom of her bra and her milky white belly flesh was visible. "Look at those fucking tits" I heard behind me.
"No way that tit hammock is going to hold" another said.
Someone added "She's got my fucking cock so hard it's going to pop." I cringed and quickly realized my fantasy was getting completely out of control.
Pam was trying her best, thinking she was playing well with all the guys cheering her on. The plump contours of her ass were stretching the material of her new skirt every time she bent over and the seam was getting some definite stress. "Look at the fucking ass," Juan said from behind me. I watched in horror, as a tiny split in the seam appeared right before our eyes.
"Oh yeah," Juan said in my ear, laughing he added, "You don't mind me looking at your wife's white ass do you?"
