Kim
My life has been a mess for the past eight months. My husband Steve and I, in our own wisdom, agreed to accept his friend Sam into our life as Steve was having problems with errection and ejaculation. You would have read this in the earlier episodes of my story.
Sam has gradually taken over my life. Stephen has virtually become non existence at the house hold amd Sam has become the man of the house. He shared the bed room with me and Stephen has to move to the spare bedroom. Gradually Stephen became more and more reclusive and I did not even notice whether he was home or not. He went about doing his own things and Sam and I completely ignored his presence. Whether he was around or not did not stop us from doing what ever we wanted to do, including having sex in the open. In fact, I felt that Sam was really enjoying making love to me in front of Stephen. âMaking loveâ was probably a misnomer when it comes to Sam. Some times I wonder whether he knew the meaning of the word!
Sam has been hassling me about my boobs. I did not think there was any thing wrong with them; in fact I always had full breasts which despite my age, has maintained the shape and consistency. It is true they are a bit saggy but what do you expect from some one in her mid 50s. He came across some advert in the local rags about the silicon injection one of the cosmetic surgeons was doing to help sagging breasts. He raised the issue one day when we were sitting in the family room, watching TV. Stephen was making a cuppa in the kitchen which was an extension of the family room. Sam put his hands around me and held my breasts with both his hands squeezing them.
âHey, you have to do some thing about these sagging boobsâ, he said loudly, making sure Stephen heard it.
âCome off it Sam, you and your sagging boobsâ, I retorted.
His tone changed and became firmer. I sensed that he was angry at my rebuttal. His hands squeezed my boobs very hard and it started to hurt.
âDonât talk to my like that, you bitch. I want you to do some thing about it without any delay, understand?â
âSorry honey, I didnât mean it to sound like thatâ, I said to pacify him.
He continued to squeeze them hard. Even though it hurt me like hell, I did want to say anything to upset him. He undid the blouse and took the naked boobs in his hands.
âLook at themâ. I knew that he was trying to humiliate me. âThey are pathetic.â
âHey Steve. What do you think about her tits?â he wanted to get Stephen into the conversation. Stephen was not going to get drawn into the argument.
âI donât know Sam. What ever you think is right I guessâ he replied.
âEven the pathetic excuse for a husband of yours also agrees with meâ he gloated.
I was angry with both of them. Sam for keep on hassling me and Stephen for not coming to my defence. But, what could Stephen say. If he tried to defend me, Sam would have told him to his face it was not any of his business. In fact he has told Stephen more than once that my body belonged to him he should not touch it under any circumstances.
Finally, I agreed to go and see the plastic surgeon. Sam insisted in accompanying me on the first consultation. I was worried that some one known to me was going to be at the surgery. Fortunately I met no one I knew. I did not reveal that fact that I was a medical practitioner; I was also relieved that the surgeon did not know who I was. He took it for granted that Sam was my husband. He spoke to both of us and explained about the series of injections I will be having and how it will gradually make the boobs to get firmer. Sam was quite excited about it.
The injections were not very painful, but I had to go twice a week for almost twelve weeks. I was able to see the difference even within four weeks time. The boobs started to get firmer and began to appear to be less sagging. It was obvious with the nipples beginning to become more erect and pointing upwards. The doctor instructed that the breasts should not be handled until the treatment finishes. But Sam insisted in having a little feel every now and then when I came back after the injections despite me telling him not to do so. In fact, it was more painful when he touched the breasts rather than during the injections. But Sam is some one who never take no for an answer. But I always stopped him from trying to squeeze them any harder and drew a line when he wanted to suck on them.
Even before the treatment was completed, I noticed that my bras were not fitting me and soon had to discard the C cups and buy a new lot of D cup bras. I was also conscious of the fact that my patients were becoming aware of the difference as I could not help noticing them staring at my new boobs. Mostly men, but also some women. I had to start wearing loose fitting tops and even that could not really hide the bulging boobs. A few of the women even mentioned the fact that they have noticed the difference. I had to lie to them saying that it was due to the hormone replacement therapy I was taking which some times tend to have such side effects. Few of them even said âIâll have what you are havingâ wanting me to prescribe it for them!
Sam was getting irritated that he could not do what ever he would like to do with my boobs until I was given the okay from the doctor. I was so embarrassed when he insisted on asking the doctor himself when he will be able to âhandle the boobsâ. The doctor was very diplomatic and told him exactly what he told me before. Afterwards, the doctor teased me about my âhusbandâ being impatient!
Nothing was going to stop Sam from having sex with me every night. He missed sucking on the boobs but he was able to admire the newly acquired melons, especially when I was on top of him. In fact he insisted that I should always straddle him facing towards him when we had sex. I had to confess that I was enjoying it too, especially the attention I was getting from him because of my boobs. He loved the sight of my large and firm breasts gently giggling as I moved up and down on his penis as he looked up from his position.
It was not just Sam who wanted sex every night, but I was also getting used to having it regularly. I was surprised at myself how much I have changed since Sam came into my life. With Stephen, we would be lucky if we did it even once in two months. Now it has become such a regular thing, I misses it very much even if we donât do it for a night if I had to go for some medical meeting and came back late and Sam would have gone off to sleep. We usually try to make up for it by doing it first thing in the morning. That again was something new to me. Never in my life have I ever let Stephen make love to me in day light. It has always been at nights and mostly with lights out. What a change it makes with a new partner!
Sam
I was getting really annoyed that I was unable to play with her boobs. It was driving me mad. They were getting bigger and firmer by the day and I would have loved to feel them, squeeze them and suck on them to my lifeâs content, if only she would let me. The Doctorâs orders she said. My foot. The only thing I was allowed to do was to stare at them and once in a way to touch them. I was counting the days before it will be mine. While she was at the plastic surgeon, I encouraged her to also get some botox injection to her wrinkles which were not many any how and also to get a liposuction to little bit of fat which was just about becoming visible under her jaw, the waist and the thighs. I noticed the difference when she was naked and I could not believe the changes. She was fabulous and looked half her age.
I was watching her one night, sitting on top me while I as lying down, her pussy engulfing my erect cock, studying her fabulous body especially the melons which were so erect and firm that they hardly moved as she kept pumping my cock with her up and down movements. She was enjoying it a much as I was if not more as she kept moaning and groaning and she increased the tempo. I was grunting too as I was about to shoot my load into her. At that moment, a brilliant idea dawned on me. I looked at her face which was without any blemish and the body which even a woman half her age would be jealous of and I wanted to have her all for my self. I did not want her to be no more the wife of Stephen and just my sex partner; I wanted her to be my wife. I made up my mind that very moment.
When she was satisfied and rolled over on to her side facing me, I cuddled her and passionately kissed her. She was equal in her fervour that the kissing lasted for many minutes until we surfaced for breath.
âWow, that was great honey, the sex and kissing and allâ she gasped.
âYou make me feel that way sweet heart with your new self â look at your new boobs, face and body, they are fantasticâ, I said.
âI love you honeyâ she said softly.
I wanted to make use of this rapturous moment to bring up the topic. âDo you love me enough to marry me honey?â I asked her.
There was a surprised look on her face. âWhere is this marriage thing come fromâ she asked. There was a tone of defence in her question.
âI am fed up of being the âalso ranâ to Stephen. I want to you all for myselfâ
âHoney I have been yours and your only you know that; Stephen has no part of meâ