It was a lovely sunny afternoon and Pamela, my recent new neighbour had popped in for a cuppa and a chit chat. She had moved to the neighbourhood several months ago and it hadn't taken long for us to hit it off together. She was a real gossip and loved to talk about the neighbourhood and all of the other families private affairs, and admittedly, I loved to hear the gossip.
We'd only been sitting for half an hour when my husband appeared through the kitchen door.
'Home early.' I said as he came over and kissed me where I was sitting.
Turning to our neighbour he smiled 'Hi Pammy, what's the 'Gos' today?' he asked. Pamela said her hello's and continued on with a tasty story she had been telling excitedly, about Mrs Burlewood from along our Street and how she had taken to entertaining some young builders who were working in the neighbourhood. All this whilst her husband was at work.
As she continued, my husband Jack stood behind my chair gently massaging my shoulders. I was taken aback when he slowly slid his hands down inside the top of my summer dress and clasped my tits in full view of Pamela. 'Naughty Mrs Burlewood' he said at the same time squeezing my boobs.
'Jack... do you mind' I scolded, slapping his wrist 'I'm trying to listen to the story'. Pamela just smiled and carried on as if nothing was happening whilst my hubby continued with his caressing. His warm hands squijing and kneading on my tits were making my nipples hard. He suddenly popped the elasticated shoulder down under my breasts revealing my bare, braless boobies to Pamela. I let out a little squeal.
'I'll bet the builders would like to play with these.' Jack announced, looking over at Pamela. 'Oh my!' was all Pamela could say.
Jack casually moved around behind Pammy's chair leaving me sitting openly with coffee cup in hand and stiff nips looking like a couple of stubbed cigarette butts pointing upward from my mounds. Pamela was transfixed. She made no attempt to move, instead, she smiled warmly as Jack repeated his shoulder massage on her and then welcomingly slid his hands onto her tits.
Even tho this was crazy turn of events, two gossiping ladies being playfully molested in my kitchen, it felt like everyday friendly fun.
As Jack fished Pamela's tits from her Gypsy dress, I became fascinated at the sight of a pair of true whoppers. Two large pillows hanging from her chest with large pink puffy nipples and my Jack was having the time of his life playing with them. What's more, Pam appeared to be loving ever second of it.
'Oh Jill... your Jack does have a way with those hands.' she casually said, looking up at him. He leaned his head down and planted a kiss on her lips, but far from feeling jealous I was quite excited by the scene. I knew my husband loved me.
Pamela stretched her arms up around his neck and invited big wet French kisses. Her tongue was darting in and out of his mouth like a snake. She was a receptive little thing, as she enjoyed my hubby giving her a good tit squeezing and kissing.
'I must say Pammy darling, those are magnificent tits you have there.' I complimented. She was too busy with my husband to reply, continuing with her horny kissing. I stood up and ambled closer to hubby. I reached down and undone the fly of his trousers, reaching in, I suggested 'Let's see what my Jack's thinking about all this fun'.
