I couldn't believe what just happened -- and it only started an hour ago. I ended up looking at my wife's virgin friend's beautiful huge breasts. I never would have guessed that this virgin would tell me to massage her magnificent puppies. And I was floored with what my wife suggested we do next. But first, let me provide some important background on my wife, her friend, me, and this evening.
My wife and I met during our first year out of college. She went to a conservative Christian college, and I went to our state university. I was madly in love with her the moment I first saw her at work. Her lovely face, brains, mischievousness, and a body that turns the heads of all the guys around her. Her dirty blonde hair nicely frames her beautiful and innocent face. She stands 5' 9" like a sultry statue, with her flat stomach, squeezable butt, and gravity defying bouncy DDD breasts. While innocent looking, she commands all situations, and people.
So that no one who knows us finds out about our crazy night, I'll limit the description of myself. I'm in my early 30's, with average face and height, and little heavier than my ultimate weight. I have an average size penis, but I don't leave my wife wanting more. And I can make her laugh. Sometimes I make her laugh, in a good way, during sex.
My wife is fully confident in her sexual attractiveness. She loves that I'm a breast man. In fact, at the beach she points out other women's breasts to me. She even has her friends point out women's breasts to me. Some of these friends even remove their shirts to show me how nice their breasts are. Unfortunately, they have modest bras on. Whether their breasts are glorious or not is left up to my imagination.
Back to the beginning of this crazy evening. One of these friends who previously showed her bra to me is visiting us this weekend - I'll call her Jane. My wife told me Jane was visiting because she is upset that she's still a virgin. In fact, she can't seem to get a guy interested enough in her for a second date or even make a move on her the first date. My wife and I are to give ideas for Jane to finally have sex.
If you met Jane, you would wonder how it was possible that she still was a virgin. She is beautiful, and her body is as hot as my wife's. Jane is a couple of inches shorter than my wife, with brown hair. Her butt is as squeezable as my wife's, and her DD breasts are insanely hot for her frame. But Jane is shy and nervous, which most guys probably look at as being uninterested or standoffish.
Just an hour ago my wife started our therapy session for Jane as we sat by the fireplace in the living room. My wife told Jane that we love her and feel bad that she's upset. I then told Jane that we were confident that she soon will have lots of guys wanting to have sex with her. My wife then told Jane that she was more beautiful, inside and out, than almost all the women out there.
Jane, not yet convinced, asked me if I really thought she was beautiful inside and out. I told her she was. Jane then shocked me by asking if I would want to fuck her if I was single. I told her I would -- I was looking at her great cleavage, after all. To make Jane feel good, my wife pointed out the bulge in my pants. I love my wife!
Jane then joked that we should start the healing process. I didn't know it at the time, but my wife already talked with her. She told her to buy sexy panties and bras for her visit. In the unlikely event they were too slutty, my wife could help her tone it down. Also, my wife told Jane to buy the same type of tops she wears, hence the two sets of amazing cleavage I saw. This would help Jane feel and act sexy and confident.
We started by teaching Jane how to show interest in a guy when being with him at a restaurant or bar. I sat in the middle seat at our dining room table with my wife and Jane closely on each side of me. We role played where I talked and my wife would look at me, smile, and touch my arm and leg occasionally. She also would ask questions to get me to talk more. Then Jane tried the same approach. One thrill I got was when Jane touched my leg, she clumsily brushed up against my half-mast member. She was petrified during our conversation.
I told Jane that she needed to show that she's both sexually playful and interested in me. My wife squeezed my leg in agreement. I said that the best way for her to do this is to ask the guy a question that could apply to sex. Jane got nervous. I added that she could ask the guy if he did anything crazy after he had a few drinks. I told Jane that after answering that question, the guy would love to know what crazy thing she did. I then mentioned that if the guy was clueless and didn't ask her, she should take command and answer that same question.
I told Jane that her story when answering her own question would show that she's interested in the guy and that she is sexually playful. As I expected, she said that she didn't have a story like that. I told her that she, indeed, had such a story -- the one where she pulled her top off for me to see her bra-covered breasts. As I looked at my wife, I said that we can help her expand on that real story to make her look seductively playful. But my wife said that she was sure that I had a great story in my head. She was right.
In Jane's voice, I said how my best friend's husband is obsessed with women's breasts. After a few drinks at their party, I dragged him to the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled my sweater over my head but accidentally also pulled off my bra. At that point, all I could do was ask him how he would rate my big puppies. I even let him cop a feel when he said that he couldn't judge just by looks. I then closed with saying how I had given her an A!
But nervous Jane said that she was an awful liar, and her date would see right through this exaggerated story. So, my wife said that Jane and I should act this expanded story out tonight so that Jane isn't lying. I was at half-mast at this point, and Jane's nipples were erect. Neither one of us was going to pretend that we didn't want this. I could tell that my wife also was turned on by this, with her erect nipples pushing out her top's thin fabric. Nothing more was said until we were in the upstairs' primary suite bathroom. Once there, my wife sat on the edge of the bathtub and Jane and I were standing, closely facing each other.