It was New Year's Eve when Bill had one of those special life moments- a time when one has a new view of important aspects of life.
He and his wife, Nan, were each 30 years old. They'd been married for five years and didn't have children. They were attending a large formal dinner party at a New York hotel with another couple to celebrate the holiday. Nan and the other woman whose name was Mary were riding up the escalator several steps ahead of Bill and the male half of the other couple. Both women were dressed in high end gowns.
Other than the formality of their dresses the two women were starkly different which caused Bill to focus on Nan's ass and appreciate how sexy she was. Her hips and ass were presented perfectly by the tight silk gown that clung to her curves. Her legs were covered but Bill knew them to be long and well-shaped.
He didn't mean to be unkind but Mary served as a foil to Nan's beauty. She was short and a little plump in stark contrast to Nan's 5' 9" model-like stature. Nan had been a swimmer in high school and college and had kept her lithe body. While Nan had long soft and glistening hair Mary's hair was flat and non-flattering. Their faces weren't visible but Bill knew the contrast continued there- Nan was strikingly attractive while her friend was not.
The only exception to his wife's comparative superiority was in their respective busts. Nan wore an A cup bra while her diminutive friend Mary had to be a D or DD. Her body wasn't all that sexy but Bill couldn't resist staring at her tits. Bill had spent many occasions in the other couple's presence stealing lustful peeks at Mary's chest; he knew he'd be bringing in the New Year doing the same.
He'd never seen Mary naked but he'd seen her deep cleavage many times- at formal events like the New Year's party and at the beach when the couples had vacationed together. In fact, due to the couples' long friendship Bill guessed he'd seen more of Mary's tits than just about anyone but her husband. He'd never seen her nipples but in some of her swim outfits there hadn't been much fabric covering them and her big tits had been bulging out for his pleasure.
The way her tits bounced when she climbed out of the water verified that her breasts were all natural. The bumps visible through the thin wet fabric of her suit also suggested she had succulent nipples. He'd always loved those vacations.
Even covered up Mary's chest was impressive. He'd seen how well rounded her chest looked in sweaters and other tops. She could definitely lose 20 pounds but in a tight sweater her weight seemed to disappear. Well, perhaps it didn't disappear but most men's eyes never got lower than her chest.
Riding up the escalator Bill already knew that spending New Year's Eve sitting a few feet away from Mary in her low cut gown was a treat he'd remember for quite a while. His obligatory one slow dance with her with her big breasts pushing up against him would burn the memory of her chest into his brain in a whole different way. He'd never masturbated thinking of her but he'd certainly had a few hard-ons from thoughts of nights like this one.
Bill tried not to be offensive but his eyes returned to Mary's chest countless times during the party. His mind wandered to visualizing her bra. He assumed a woman with her size tits wouldn't wear a push up bra but the gown showed beautiful mounds- as if they were being offered up to the viewer. They didn't bounce much; it seemed they were being held rather firmly by her bra or by the dress.
He couldn't help but wonder about what held up large tits like hers when they were half exposed as they were at the party. In his imagination he wondered if mousy Mary might be wearing a Victorian corset. He could visualize the boned black lace and satin creating a firm contoured display rack for her tits. Nan had worn such a corset for him once. It had been very sexy- even without any significant breasts. With mounds of flesh it would be truly sinful.
Glancing at Mary and imaging her in sexy lingerie Bill wondered, 'Might she really be a sex fiend at home?' To outward appearances she was usually just an average suburban wife who was over-weight. In the gown she looked more like a porn star that had let herself eat too much. In any case having the upper half of her tits to enjoy made the party one of the best he'd attended.
Bill couldn't help but fantasize about tits like Mary's on his wife. On Nan's tall lean body the bigger tits would be spectacular. She'd be built like an Amazonian princess- oozing power and sexiness- the kind of woman who could break a man in half with her thighs if she wanted but would be every guy's wet dream.
Visualizing Nan with big tits had been an oft repeated fantasy of Bill's for years and it made him feel guilty each time. He'd even done a little Internet surfing about breast augmentation surgery but had never had the guts to reveal that to Nan. It was pure selfishness and greed on his part to want her breasts bigger. He knew he was very lucky to have such a beautiful wife.
The formal gowns on numerous women at the party gave Bill many opportunities to ogle pushed up breasts and cleavage. He spent much of the evening trying to discretely check out the displayed breast flesh. Mary received most of his attention since the two couples were at the same table but at least a half dozen well- endowed women got more than their share of Bill's lust as they came within his sight lines. Bill had a great evening.
What Bill didn't know was that Nan had welcomed the New Year in a funk. She saw the same busty women that Bill was studying and was well aware of his fascination with their mounds of breast flesh. They were flaunting assets she simply didn't have.
She never wore low cut dresses as even with a serious push up bra her teacup breasts wouldn't warrant much attention. When she once tried on a strapless dress the top had been embarrassingly loose; her small breasts didn't come close to filling the space the dressmaker had provided. Dresses with built-in bras were similarly impossible to fill. In general any gown she had worn in the past ten years had a high neckline and had been altered to fit her by taking in the top.
At these formal events she felt very inadequate. She was surrounded by breasts on display. Young and old, thin or fat- it seemed like every woman was showing off her chest and every man was infatuated with the show.
Normally Nan had self-confidence and was proud of her body. She knew she had the figure of a model. Her height and fit body were the fashion world's ideal. In terms of sex appeal, however, her relatively flat chest just wasn't what most men wanted. It killed her to see how much Bill was enjoying what other women were proudly showing off.
Nan was quiet all day on New Year's Day but Bill was oblivious. Her mood moved from depression to anger about Bill's wandering eye and his lack of sensitivity to her. Later, through self- discipline her mind focused on the future and how she might avoid another evening like the one she'd just endured. Late in the day a plan for improvement of her plight started to take shape.
