****Background ****
Everyone in their conservative, Midwestern church would agree that Brad and Marsha Dittoro were the perfect couple. Most of them had known Brad and Marsha for all, or nearly all, of the 10 years they had attended there as a married couple. Some might even recall that it was at this very church that Brad and Marsha originally met, subsequently fell in love, and were married. And despite the nearly 12 year age difference between them, they had been happily married every since.
Prior to getting married, both Brad and Marsha were very popular within the church. Before they got together, they were likely the most eligible single people in the entire congregation (if not the entire state). Brad was a very eligible bachelor not only because of his warm personality and awkward attractiveness but also because he had become very successful in his advertising business. This, coupled with some very savvy investment strategies, had yielded him some fairly substantial dividends in recent years. In a word, the man was loaded.
Marsha would also be considered a very good catch. Recently graduated from Illinois State University with a degree in medical record management, she had subsequently obtained a job at the local St. Mary's Hospital working in the office.
Marsha simply loved her job. And everyone that worked there adored Marsha. She was fun, had a great sense of humor, and went above & beyond the call of duty in the job she performed at the hospital.
The single most striking thing about Marsha was her girl next door good looks. Ironically enough, Marsha Tilly (her maiden name) looked strikingly similar to the infamous Marsha Brady from the dreaded sitcom of days gone by. With straight blond hair which she sometimes pulled back and sometimes left straight, a perfect smile, striking brown eyes, and perfect body, her school friends had nicknamed her Marsha Brady, and used to commonly tease her with the dreaded, "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha" line from one of the Brady Bunch episodes. At her senior prom, she was voted "Most likely to become Marsha Brady" by her ever cleaver classmates.
Marsha did have a good sense of humor about the whole thing, and didn't really let it bother her. Though her looks were similar to the eldest Brady girl during school, as she matured, one difference was Marsha Tilly became a bit better endowed than the Brady girl. Marsha had begun to blossom at around age 14, and continued until around age 18 when her bust went to a 34c – almost d.
On such a slim girl, her breasts definitely stood out, and did not escape the attention of adolescent boys (and many men) around her. This wasn't entirely a good thing for Marsha though.
Despite her attempts at concealing her new womanhood, it seemed this was all the people around her wanted to look at and talk about. It was as though her breasts were all that there was to her. Boys and men alike were dumbfounded by them, often eliciting jealous anger from the girlfriends or wives that were invariably attached to the boys & men who were so often gawking at her.
And there is nothing more devastating than teenage peer pressure. One day, while walking to school with a group of her friends, one of the little Ingersol boys from down the street came running up shouting, "Marsha Tilly has Titanic Tits!!" Unfortunately for Marsha, the little outburst did not escape the attention of half the school. Everyone started laughing, and several joined in the chant. Marsha was devastated. It was one of the single most embarrassing moments of her life.
The toughest part about it for Marsha was, she really didn't have anyone to confide in or to obtain advice from. Marsha's mother had been tragically killed in a car accident when Marsha was only three years old, leaving her to be raised by her father and three older brothers.
Though their family was very close, and both her father and brothers were very open & caring for Marsha, there was no way she was going to ask any of them about how to deal with people making fun of her. In spite of the fact that Marsha quite frequently saw her brothers and her father naked, she herself was very quiet and private person. She would never allow anyone in her family to see her even partially undressed.
*** White Wedding ***
To say that Brad and Marsha fell in love at first sight would not be much of a stretch. They met at church in a single's small group, and immediately clicked. Marsha found Brad to be handsome, quick witted, and extremely intelligent. These were three of her most important criteria in men that she chose to (or chose not to) date.
Marsha, on the other hand, Brad found to be exceptionally beautiful, but she didn't act like most beautiful girls. She wasn't self-centered and shallow. Indeed she was very intelligent and had some emotional depth. She also knew how to laugh both at herself, and at others. But she never made jokes at others expense. This was something that Brad noticed immediately, and one of the reasons he fell for Marsha early on.
The couple dated for several months, and Marsha came to realize that Brad was a total gentleman of honor. He didn't try to get her straight into bed (as most of her previous suitors had). Indeed, Brad seemed quite patient with that whole process, being contented to hold her hand and kiss her good night for months. Marsha was genuinely impressed by his gallantry, and she was content to wait a while for some of the heavier petting herself, though if she were completely honest, she did yearn for it a bit.
After dating for a couple of months, each of them knew that they were with the right one. They were truly meant for each other, and had fallen quite thoroughly in love. It came as a pleasant surprise to Marsha when, on her 22nd birthday, Brad proposed to her, giving her a full 2-carrot diamond engagement ring. It was the happiest day of Marsha's young life.
Being engaged definitely didn't change the couple's feelings towards each other. If anything, during their engagement they grew closer together than ever. One night they were on a date. Brad looked Marsha in the eye and told her that there was something he had to share with her.
Based on Brad's tone, Marsha sensed that it was something both important as well as something that was bad. "OK babe. You can tell me anything. You know that. Don't be afraid."
"Well, this is difficult, but I really need to share it with you before we get married – if nothing else to be fair to you." Brad took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and continued.
"This isn't an easy thing for me to tell you, but I know I have to. I don't know how to say it any other way, so I'm just going to come right out with it: I don't have the biggest penis in the world."
At first Marsha thought Brad was joking with her, so she started laughing. She immediately sensed that she had guessed wrong. Brad was being completely serious, and his face turned into a grimace as soon as she started laughing. Marsha regained her composure and tried to collect her thoughts.
"Brad, I don't have the biggest boobs in the world either, but you still love me, don't you?" asked Marsha, thrusting her breasts out at Brad.
Brad groaned. Actually, Marsha DID have fairly large breasts. They were at least a C cup, and a rather full C cup, at that. This was not the best comparison to draw, Brad realized. If Marsha's tits were to correspond to Brad's dick, they would have to be A's. Perhaps AA's.
"Honey, you're very well proportioned. I'm just not all that big. I don't want to disappoint you. I want to set your expectations realistically." Brad cautioned in a tone similar to one he might use when addressing employees that worked for him.
"Brad, I want to marry YOU. All of you. From you brilliant head down to your cute little toes. That includes the member in between. Is this why you've never made any serious moves on me? Are you ashamed of what you have?"
"You are a pretty bright young lady – along with being sexy as hell."
"Well, as close as we are to our wedding, I think it would be a real good idea for us to just simply wait at this point. Although I wish you would have talked to me about this so much sooner. I am of the population that truly believes that size does NOT matter Brad. It's more in how you use it. At least that is what I firmly believe, as you know, I've never gone all way, so I'll have to let you know for sure on our wedding night."
All Brad could do was smile at his beautiful fiancé. She always had a talent for making him feel like he was the king of the world. No matter WHAT was bothering him, Marsha could always find a way to make big problems seem not so big (or in his case, a little problem not seem so significant). And he completely loved her for it.
So they began to plan their wedding. They began by determining who would be in the wedding party with them. Most importantly, selecting the best man and maid of honor. There was never any doubt that it would be each of their best friends. Mike had always been Brad's best friend. They had been best friends since Mrs. Frerkes's 2nd grade class and probably would be for life.
Mike and Brad were similar in many ways, but also very different. They had similar hobbies, liked the same kinds of movies, and shared the same sense of humor. While Brad was the brainchild, Mike was definitely the jock. As brainy as Brad was, Mike was equally as athletic.
And Cindy was Marsha's best friend. Though not quite as beautiful as Marsha, Cindy was also a bit of a heart breaker. With shoulder length brown hair, a thin and athletic figure, Cindy made the perfect girlfriend for Mike. The four of them were inseparable throughout their high school years together.
So of course, Mike and Cindy were heavily involved in the wedding planning with Brad and Marsha. One day, they were sitting over at Mike's house, because his parents had a giant, in-ground pool. The girls were each wearing two piece bikinis, and the guys were both wearing normal swimming trunks. Every time they got together at Mike's to swim, it became quite obvious to Marsha that Mike did not share Brad's issue with having a small penis. In fact, it was quite evident by simply glancing at his trunks that Mike was actually fairly well endowed! Marsha tried very hard never to look, and certainly to never allow her friends to see her, but she had certainly noticed it, and it wasn't lost on Mike that she was sneaking occasional peaks.
On this particular day they were sitting around the glass table on the patio discussing the wedding. Marsha was trying to figure out which wedding gown to wear, and Mike made a joke about the gown not really being on all that long anyway. Marsha was feeling a bit frisky, so she jumped down off of her chair and jumped directly onto Mike, getting him into a headlock! Mike reached around behind her and untied her bikini top, as he pulled away, the top fell at her feet!
"Oh you little FART!" Exclaimed Marsha as her big and beautiful tits bounced into everyone's view. "You're going to pay for that one" she yelled as she ran toward Mike, not even paying attention to the fact that all of the others eyes were straight on her boobs. This worked to her advantage as she approached Mike, faking like she was going to hit him, she got him to flinch a little bit, then went straight for his trunks, pulling them down beneath his knees in one quick yank.
Unbeknownst to Marsha, as she was grappling with Mike, Brad had sneaked up behind Mike and quickly maneuvered to put his best friend into a Full Nelson. In so doing, Brad, Mike, and Marsha all lost their balance and fell into a heap on the grass next to the patio. Marsha was on the bottom under Mike and she found herself staring at his big dick which was in dangerously close proximity to her face.
