Here's what Shelley walked in on yesterday: me sitting on the couch, sipping a beer. And Tess standing arm in arm with her friend Daisy. Tess was nuzzling Daisy's neck, giving her soft kisses and whispering in her ear. Daisy was wearing a short floral dress that wrapped tightly around her huge breasts. This girl was amazing. And Tess was loving her, caressing her waist and nibbling her ear.
"Hi there," Shelley said loudly. The girls snapped out of their reverie.
"Hi Shelly!" Tess said. Daisy turned around and smiled. Her big, pillowy breasts bounced from the movement.
"Shelley, this is my girlfriend Daisy," Tess said.
"Ah," Shelley said. She gave me a cold look.
"John, can I talk to you for a minute?"
She spun around, and I followed her into the kitchen. The girls giggled as I shut the door behind me. I adjusted my hard-on.
"I thought Tess had a boyfriend," Shelley snapped.
"They broke up," I said.
"Ah, I guess you would know."
"Shell..."
"Well, you two sure spend a lot of time talking."
"She's going through a lot. It reminds me of when I was her age, when my family fell apart like that."
Shelley harrumphed. "Alright, well. How long is her friend...um, girlfriend... How long is she staying?"
"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Not too late, I'll make sure."
My wife glanced at her phone.
"Alright, I have to take off. I'll be home later tonight."
With that, Shelley stormed off. We'd had our good period. But things are chilly right now. I'm not perfect. I fucked Tess a week ago, and Shelley doesn't know that... God, just thinking about her tight pussy wrapped around my cock makes my erection harder. Thinking about grabbing her firm, smooth ass as her compact, busty body bounces on my dick. Oh God, I get so hard thinking about her soft, puffy lips. We haven't fucked since that time, but it's only been a week. When we're alone in the same room, I pull her into my arms and kiss her, I grope her chest and her ass through her clothes. We haven't had any close calls with the kids or Shelley, but Shelley walking into the living room when Daisy was there wasn't great.
Ah, yes, Daisy. Daisy is not, as Tess said, her girlfriend. Daisy is one of her friends. The other day, curled up with me on the couch, Tess told me about her.
"She's a little bit taller than me, and she's 19," she started, "and her boobs are huge and soft. They're G-cups, if you can believe that. You're going to love her."
I moaned in approval.
"Daisy has been telling me that nobody has ever fucked her tits," Tess purred, climbing into my lap so she was straddling me.
She started to grind on my cock. "She really wants a big daddy dick in her life," Tess said, her breasts threatening to pop out of the tight, low-cut t-shirt she was wearing.
I pushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Well maybe I can help with that," I said, kneading her soft ass.
Then we'd heard the front door open, and Tess jumped off my lap and into the basement.
Cut to yesterday morning. Two big-titted sluts walked through my front door when I was home alone.
Daisy matched the description Tess gave. She was around 5'5" with enormous, mind blowing tits. While Tess was a compact and firm and tan soccer player, Daisy was a little softer around the edges. She had a gorgeous, round face with plump lips and big eyes. Her boobs were so big that they gave me an instant hard-on. Her soft, porcelain flesh threatened to spill over her dress's neckline. If these two busty girls kept standing so close together, I'd have a heart attack.
"Hi," Daisy said shyly. She walked up to me and shook my hand. Her hand was small and warm.
