After that night we didn't get so adventurous for a long. We spoke about it frequently - at first I was a bit self-conscious of talking about seeing another guy fuck her like that but after a few conversations we really got into talking about it, and how she loved being nailed hard in the ass like that while I was watching. It really spiced up our lovelife, and to be honest, I didn't really think it would happen again. I wasn't going to push for it, and over the next few weeks, she never brought it up again. We definitely fucked a lot more after that threeway with Larry and Sandra, and there was a lot more fantasizing too - stuff that we'd spoke about while getting each other off now and then, but we did it a lot more after that encounter. It was a good time, I have to say. We'd go to an adult store a couple times a month, just outside of town, at first just to buy DVDs, but then just going for the sake of it. There was something about being in a place like that with each other that had the effect of making us hornier than we had been since maybe the first couple of years of marriage. Even better than that, Emma turned to wearing sexier clothes, which I really liked to see. She was always a jeans and t-shirt gal, having grown up with three brothers, but she always did look good in a dress.
Around the end of January, we were at the mall doing nothing in particular. It was a cold day, so there wasn't really anything we wanted to do that Saturday. We went to the local Ikea to look for decorating ideas for the spring, but with no real enthusiasm. We were looking at having our kitchen done at some point, so we wandered into that section of the store. "Oh my God, Honey, check that out," Emma said suddenly, quietly, and grabbed my arm. "Over there!" I looked around, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't until I looked in the other direction that I saw what she was talking about. There were two women - about the same age as us - walking out of one of the kitchen displays, and frankly they were both incredibly hot. Long brown hair, deep tans - I mean, just gorgeous - but what was obvious was the tits on the one with the darker hair. Not obscenely massive, but they were a totally perfect shape and pretty damn big. You couldn't look at this chick and not look at them. "Holy buckets," I said.
"See, that's what I'm talking about," Emma said. "Remember that day we met Larry and his wife? You promised me you'd let me use the tax return."
"Yeah, I remember," I said. "I'm not going back on my word. I'm just waiting for you to get an appointment."
The two women started walking towards us, chatting enthusiastically about something, and I purposely kept from looking at the spectacular rack. As they got within a few feet, Emma said to the woman, "You have really nice tits," and we kept walking. I was mortified, but it was hilarious too. We turned the corner, and Emma started cracking up.
"You're crazy!" I said, but I was having a tough time keeping it together too.
After finishing at Ikea we went to the mall for lunch, since it was nearby. We bypassed the first restaurant because of the waiting line and went to the food court, not collecting our $200. We met back up after going to separate places. I got to the table first and flagged her when I caught sight of her - as you might remember Emma's pretty short, and hard to spot in a crowd. As we were eating, I said, "Wouldn't it be fun for you to go to some store and flash your new titties, when you get them?"
"Oh my God, I've been thinking the same thing. I think I'm turning into an exhibitionist or something. I also had an idea of going to buy some shoes with a short skirt and no panties and have somebody help me with my fitting."
"You know, those guys probably see that all the time," I thought.
"Remember that time we were watching The Man Show and that hot blonde was trying on bikinis and asking dudes to check her out. THAT would be awesome."
"I'll be honest with you," I said after a while. "I wasn't so sure about you getting bigger hooters, but now I'm totally turned on by the idea."
"Wasn't that chick in Ikea hot? I was thinking, 'mmmm' - I'd have totally loved to suck her titties."
Now, Emma had never been with another woman, but we'd fantasized about it more often than not. She was totally into the idea of that.
"I'm totally into the idea of that," she said. "She had a tight body as well - don't tell me you didn't check her out all over. Her friend was cute too. D'you think they were lesbians?"
"I hoped they were," I said, and Emma laughed.
"We definitely need to have a threeway with another girl."
"I'll get right on that," I said. The rest of the weekend wasn't so bad after all. We probably fucked three or four times between that afternoon and Sunday night.
Time passed, and by the time our tax refund came, Emma had already had a couple of preliminary exams and she was - surprise surprise - a candidate for boob enhancement surgery. She really didn't have any to speak of, but what she would be getting would take her from the modest 32B she was to the 32D she is now. I didn't have any problem at all visualizing the difference. With a week to go before the operation that was pretty much all we would talk about. She had told a few people at work and her two best friends, but for just about everyone else it would be a huge surprise. I couldn't wait to see the difference.
She went under the knife at the end of February, and when the surgery was all over and done with and she came back home I was anxious to see them. She told me that she wanted it to be a surprise, and that I should wait for the two week period her doctor had told her the healing process would take. I was fine with that. I could already tell the difference. She seemed like a whole new woman, and it was almost like every part of her had also been enhanced - she really did seem curvier everywhere. I guess that's coming from a sexist mindset, but I can't put it any other way. She had two weeks off work, and there wasn't much pain or swelling at all. She had a small course of antibiotics that made her throw up at first, but it seemed to go just fine. I never heard her complain at all after the first couple of days back from the clinic. We arranged to go out the Saturday night of the second week, and she bought a new outfit for that purpose. As we got ready to go out that night, I was really anxious for the unveiling. She was taking forever getting dressed, and I called in to the room for her. "You okay?" I said. "You haven't popped one, have you?"
