Penny and Rich Kyler were one month away from celebrating their one year anniversary. It was agreed upon, due mainly to finances, that they would hold off on a real honeymoon trip until their one year anniversary.
Three months ago, Rich's truck broke down and the money they had put away for the 10 day trip to Jamaica had to be used to bring his car back into running condition. Penny was more than distraught. This moment could define the rest of her life – one disappointment after another. She had images of her, twenty years from now, 44 years old, barely scraping by as she and Rich move from financial disaster to financial disaster. Year after year of drudgery.
This was the thing, Rich was a good guy. Good looking and hard working. He had a fairly stable job with a home builder doing cabinet work. He worked long hours and worked weekends doing side jobs. Penny worked as an office girl and together they were barely able to manage to pay the mortgage.
It was under these conditions that Penny heard the news Rich delivered.
Coming home late, as usual, he walked in through the front door, took two steps on the new carpeting with his muddy boots before jumping back on the vinyl mat Penny had placed near the door for his boots. Penny was in the kitchen cooking something savory, most likely meatloaf.
Rich was a big man. Not big as in fat, but big as in muscled and tall. Brown hair, cut short but long enough for Penny to tussle with her slender fingers, steel gray eyes, chiseled chin, and a devilish smile. Not classically handsome, but the good boy down the block cute. This was a man Penny dreamed of having as a father of her children. He had all the characteristics of a good father, patient, caring, and playful. The hurdles to get there seemed insurmountable.
"Penny?" Rich's voice was sullen.
Penny stepped through the swinging door leading to the kitchen. "Hey, hon? Dinner is almost ready. I got a late start. We got a second notice on the gas bill today."
Rich stared at his wife: twenty-four years old and so beautiful with her soft brown hair falling down around her shoulders. Beautiful, kind and sexy. Rich had to admit, guiltily, that he fell in love with Penny's gorgeous tits first. So large and luscious, tipped with large deep brown nipples. She was wearing a turquoise tank top and a bright white bra beneath. The straps of the tank top didn't align with the bra straps and Rich swore at that moment he had never seen anything as bright, clean, and sexy as that bra strap until he saw Penny's winsome smile.
"Rich? What's wrong?" Penny wiped her hands off on the small white kitchen towel embroidered with a happy little duck and set it on the small table in the dining room. Worry flooded her face.
"Rich? Talk to me, babe."
Rich sighed heavily. "You better sit," was all he could muster.
Penny's mouth went dry and her throat clenched. Suddenly she felt weak, her knees wobbled and she eased herself into one of the dinette chairs. "Rich... Rich!" Tears welled up and she could feel herself starting to sob.
"Penny, Penny, no, Penny, god, I'm sorry...," the words rushed from Rich's mouth. He went down on one knee next to her and grabbed her hands. A wide smile was on his face, "God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to trick you. God, Penny. It's good, I promise, it is better than good, it is fantastic."
Penny was still sobbing but listening, her eyes begging Rich to explain.
"Mr. Feldman promoted me, honey. Penny, my angel, I'm going to be the project manager over the entire Courtwood Estates build. We aren't ever going to have to worry about money again! I got a bonus check and everything. We're going to Jamaica! We're going to Jamaica!"
Penny started laughing and crying at the same time, "Are you kidding? Rich, if you are killing, I'll fucking kill you... I can't... You can't do that to me. Please...."
Rich kissed her hands and knee, "Penny, it isn't a joke." Rich pulled out a check and showed it to his beautiful young wife. She hesitantly took it and looked at it. Her hands shook and she looked into Rich's eyes with her own doe brown eyes. She slid off the chair and wrapped her arms around his muscular neck, peppering his face with kisses.
"Rich, oh, Rich!"
Rich hugged her back and pressed her soft body into his. "Tomorrow, I want you to go shopping and buy some beautiful things for the trip. For all your sacrifices, you deserve it!"
The smoke alarm buzzed as the meatloaf in the oven blackened and burned, but neither Rich nor Penny cared as Penny rode her husbands cock and he grabbed her wonderfully large D cup tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Their clothes were strewn all over the dining room. Penny's hands firmly pressed against Rich's muscular hairy chest as she pumped herself on his firm pole.
Panting, Penny laughed, "Sounds ... oh ... sounds like you are taking me out to dinner... fuuuuck you feel soo good!"
The next day Penny woke up early and fixed Rich a large breakfast. They smiled, giggled, and played some grab-ass as Penny served her husband. He wore a button down shirt and khakis. He also wore one of the only two ties he owned. Penny made a mental note that she should pick him up a few more shirts and ties. He needed to dress the role.
"Where are you going shopping after you deposit the check?" Rich asked between bites of bacon.
"I was thinking about doing some boutique shopping,"
"Boutique? Not the mall?"
Penny leaned up against Rich, wrapping her arm around him, pulling his head into her soft large breasts and kissing him on top of his boyish hair, "No mall is good enough for my wonderful man."
Downtown there was a small street of very small, very exclusive, and very pricey clothing shops. One of these little boutiques, Lace and Bows, sold lingerie and accessories. Penny had often admired pieces through the window but never dared actually go in. She always imagined a horrific scenario right out of Pretty Woman. Today, though, filled with confidence, Penny opened the door and entered this beautiful shop. She was immediately greeted by a slender smartly dressed woman. Her shoulder length honey-brown hair was held in place in the back with a jade and gold clip. "Hi, good morning. I'm Cynthia. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Hi, Cynthia, I'm Penny. My husband and I are getting ready to go on a romantic vacation and I want it to be truly romantic, if you know what I mean?" Penny laughed a little, blushing lightly.
Cynthia laughed as well, "I certainly do, and I am also certain I can help you with the right ensembles. Do you know your measurements?"
"Oh, yes," Penny responded, "My bra size is a 36 D, 32 waist and 38 hips."
Cynthia wrinkled her nose a second and eyed Penny's figure. "I think we should measure you. Poor fitting lingerie is not flattering, and quite frankly, from what I am seeing, I do believe your bra is a bit too small. See," Cynthia touched the tops of Penny's breasts through Penny's shirt, "Your bra cuts through your breasts, giving your profile four oddly shaped mounds instead of two perfectly shaped breasts. The proper bra is key to a good presentation, especially for someone who is blessed with such a fine pair." Cynthia lightly touched the sides of Penny's breasts.
Penny felt a bit flustered by Cynthia's forwardness.
Cynthia grabbed a soft tape measure and quickly wrapped it around Penny's ribcage, tucking it under Penny's large breast. "We really should do this with you nude, but we are just getting a general idea. Now for the cup size..." Cynthia wrapped the tape measure around Penny's bust, right across her nipples. Cynthia moved the tape measure back and forth, rubbing it against Penny's nipples, causing minor stimulation, hardening them and making Penny blush.
"Definitely a double D cup."
"What?" Penny asked, shocked.
"Yes, hon, you've been wearing bras that just don't fit. Now let's get you some that will flatter this fabulous body." Cynthia took Penny by the hand and pulled her over to a rack with several bras hanging on it. "What is your color preference?"
