Sarah is my best friend. We have known each other since grade school. We have double-dated in high school. Hell, we even juggled the same guy between us as our boyfriend for nearly a year without him having a clue about what we were doing. She even dated my husband, Sam, before I did. She was the maid of honor at my wedding. Best friends forever, that's us. Sarah is a blonde, about five feet tall, with a knockout figure. Her hips are broad, and swivel when she walks, and the swaying walk she does makes her 38DD breasts jiggle like a bowl of jello. Everybody notices her when she is in a room. And Sam always has. He is the love of my life, and we have been married for seven years. But, hey, he's a guy, and guys notice swaying sexy hips and jiggling breasts. Sarah teases him about it when his eyes are glued to her cleavage, saying, "Hey, Sam, I'm up here. Look at me." Then they both laugh about it.
One evening Sarah and I were having a glass of wine (or two) when Sam came home from work. He raised his eyebrows when he saw us sitting on the couch sipping wine and giggling. "What the hell is going on here," he said with a grin, as he went into the kitchen and came back with a wine glass. "Is this just a girl party, or can I join in?"
Truth be told, we were getting pretty silly by then, and just started laughing. "Hell, Sam, you're our guy. Of course you can join us." I said as I filled his glass. "But we are still gonna girl-talk in front of you."
"Girl talk? What the hell do girls talk about over wine while guys aren't around?"
With an evil grin, I said, "We were just talking about breasts. Girls talk about their breasts and about other girls' breasts."
"Oh yeah?" Sam said. "So catch me up on it, then."
"We were just talking about how Sarah has the biggest breasts of any of the girls we know." I said as Sarah laughed so hard she was almost choking on her wine, and with the low-cut blouse she was wearing, her breasts did her world-famous jello jiggle."
Sam's eyes were glued to her breasts as he chuckled and said, "So it's giggle and jiggle time?"
My blouse was low-cut too, but my cleavage paled compared to hers. I made up for it by wearing very thin sheer bras so my nipples would show off through them. I put my hands under my tits and pressed out more cleavage for him. "Look at this, husband. These are your wife's tits." I pointed to Sarah's chest and said, "Those are your wife's best friend's tits." I cupped mine again and said, "These are yours, buddy boy, and those are hers. Not mine. Not yours."