This story is from a long ago, when I was 31 and Violet, my wife, was 25 yo.
At the time we were fresh married and lived as a happy couple with a little child in a rural area. Our neighbor was a widow lady who we befriended. Jean, her name, had good talking and loved a young couple company like us. Only a fence separated our gardens and it wasn't unusual for her to spend time by us coming over for coffee or a beer and chat.
We also loved this still good-looking mature woman. She carried on interesting conversation about her work experience as a nurse in hospital or about her beloved passed away husband. She was also cute and every so often she also demonstrated an interest in our private life, posing us a few casual questions. Among many things sex made also its appearance. That was not a problem for us. We loved the matter and this added a little spice at our conversations. At the time we fucked like rabbits and we admitted to have frequent sex but on her side poor Jean pleaded the absence of sex in his actual life having both Violet and I feeling sorry for her.
This was a first step on the way of confidence and more of this Jean was also very complimenting and kind with Violet. My wife was a beautiful girl but after the born of the kid she gained a few pounds so that a few stretch marks made their comparison on her hips. So it was for some light veins on her legs and a hint of cellulite on her ass. I must say her figure didn't suffer at all and this "mommy look" made her even sexier than before, but like many women do gaining weight, she was uncertain about her aspect and always posed questions to me and to Jean about her rounder look.
"Am I too fat?"
"I think this little dress is too fit for me, now. Isn't it?" and so on.
Of course that bit of extra pounds on her body didn't disturb anyone. Yes, she gained some extra pounds, but she remained a beautiful girl, 5, 7 tall with wonderful long legs, thin ankles and a smashing smile. Our mature neighbor always commented favorably on Violet's look and she paid her compliments on her sex appeal. Jean also had good and innovative ideas on Violet and giving heed on her she convinced my wife to have her head shaved by a coiffeur and have a tattoo done, a rose, on her left shoulder.
With her new hair cut, the tattooed rose on her shoulder, her sexy lenses and her engaging smile she looked really intriguing and I had to thank deeply Jean as our sex life had even an improvement. With Jean as a sort of prompter we composed a close-knit trio.
At this point of the story I must relate a very tame but cunning accident.
An evening coming back home from work I found Violet in front of the mirror.
What she had on was a pair of jeans and nothing else. Naked up to the waist she looked at her boobs.
Since she had this rose done on her left shoulder Violet dressed frequently in braless halter tops or vests emphasizing her tattoo and once she also went topless on the beach.
She got a lot of glances from other men and I found it exciting, so we repeated the experience and she went topless again.
But coming back to that evening Violet asked me abruptly, "don't you think they sag too much now?".
Being uncertain about her aspect this was one of her habitual questions.
I looked at her.
Having stopped breastfeeding her boobs became rather deflated and hung low down her chest. Women usually hate this aspect of their breasts so was Violet, but I had a different opinion. Her boobs were absolutely amazing because their nipples stood erect on their large areolas with a terrific effect. I loved them.
She looked again at the mirror and posing her hands on the head she commented, "see how they dangle. I think that's better to stop going braless or topless, uh?".
Her boobs were rather heavy and pointed south, - true! - but I absolutely loved those sexy balloons.
I kissed her on the neck and pinching her nipples I said, "I think you are a perfect milf and those boobs are the very best of you. Don't you remember the sights you caught the other day going topless on the beach, honey?"
She smiled coyly at me and said, "I remember. You guys are always mad for boobs and you are one of them." She giggled like amused.
At this point I had and idea, "Why don't you ask Jean if you want another opinion, honey? I'm sure she saw hundreds of boobs in her nurse duty".
She looked at the mirror and answered "Great idea, Hon. Jean has always very good advices for me," she told me again alluding her new look.
She put a sleeveless vest on her naked boobs and we went out to supper.
Next Sunday Violet and I were in the garden with Jean spending our time together.
Violet cooked good food as she did usually and we had a nice time tattling about one thing or another and joking and eating and tanning.
In the afternoon we kept talking about age and getting older and Jean was absolutely fun about this matter.
At a given moment without hesitation Violet smiled at Jean and pointing at me she said, "He says my boobs are still ok, but they sag very much. It's a loss of age." She said it ironic and we all burst in a laugh. "Now despite my still young age I think to stop going braless under a dress or topless on the beach. I need a serious support (she giggled). Jean, would you be a dear? Have a glance and tell me your opinion."
Jean looked at her and very quietly answered "My pleasure, honey".
