The Awakening.
Chapter One.
We had been married a couple of years, dated for three before that and were in our early twenties. My husband got a new position, so we had to move to another city. It was a good move for both of us as we both now had good jobs and, after being in our new apartment for close to a year we had made new friends and were enjoying the new life.
Today was a typical Wednesday and as usual we would both be going out with our respective co-workers for drinks after work, he with the guys and me with the girls. It was mid September and still a hot and humid day.
This Wednesday was also my friend's birthday, turning 21, so was a little more special and we would be leaving work an hour or so early to celebrate. Little did my husband, and I know that our lives wouldn't be the same before this day ended.
Lots of fun at the birthday party all feeling slightly the worse for wear after the drinks. I lived close to the bar, so I walked home at about 7.30, turned on the TV and proceeded to get changed out of my office clothes. I unzipped my dress, sat on the bed to remove my pantyhose and stood up to look at myself in the mirror. At 5' 3" tall I liked the way I looked. Long thick, dark hair down to my shoulders, my body was "curvy". I was probably a little overweight for some, but my husband loved it and, more importantly, so did I. My boobs were 36C, a nice waist, great hips and legs, especially my thighs, were built for endurance! I unhooked my bra, lowered the straps and removed it and examined my boobs. At 22 years old, they were just as dense and firm as when they'd started growing ten years earlier with no real need for a bra except to cushion my highly sensitive nipples when they were erect, which was often. I smiled as I squeezed them together, creating the cleavage that had provided a warm home to more than one hard cock!
I guess I fell asleep curled up in the wing chair. In my sleep, I thought I was dreaming of hearing a voice but soon realized I was not dreaming. I opened my eyes and there in front of me was my husband's good friend Jeff who was kneeling in front of the chair, smiling and saying, "wake up sleepyhead". Confused, I gave a little smile, wondering where my husband was and then, to my horror, realized I had not got dressed and was only wearing my panties. I cupped my boobs with my hands and out of the corner of my eye saw my husband across the room.
He had the grin of having a few too many and then Jeff, also grinning, said, "Don't cover them up, I was going to give them a little kiss". I looked at my husband and he said, "Oh, give him a nibble and a jiggle". I couldn't believe what I'd just heard and in a split second I had a whole range of emotions, including anger that my husband would let another guy, no matter how good a friend, suck my boobs! I looked back at my husband and, still smiling, he just shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the sofa, watching.
I took a deep breath and that's when my feelings changed. My husband looked like he was settling in to watch a movie, the only thing missing was the popcorn! I looked at Jeff, moved my hands, exposing my boobs and said, "Go for it". If my husband wanted a show, I was going to give him one.