Big Breasts Attract Pigeon Chests

This is a spin off to the Aunty Jayne series, yes you can read as a standalone but will make more sense if you have read Aunty Jayne, enjoy.

She was momentarily blinded as she entered the well-lit gymnasium and stepped into the light. She squinted, waiting for her eyes to adjust from the dark car park that was still full at seven-thirty pm. It had been eight months now, since she helped her best friend Jayne, move house after she gave birth to twins.

Jayne however had lost the baby weight in no time, with yoga and walking the push chair daily. Her best friend and new gym member Nicola however, had lately become a little lazy and gained some weight and now she thought was the time to get back into shape.

She wore a baggy black sweatshirt, that was hiding a mammoth rack with a Nike logo across the front. Her black joggers were also baggy and long enough to bunch at her ankles. Her blonde hair was pulled back, as she nervously made her way to the exercise bikes, taking a few minutes to figure it out, before getting started. Forty-five minutes later, a red faced sweaty Nicola Sinclair got off the bike and walked like John Wayne to the water fountain, she was sore and needing a bath, "no pain no gain" she said in her mind. Just as she finished gulping down a bottle full of water, she turned to leave and bumped into 'him' as he came over to say hi.

"Hi are you okay?" he asked.

"Ughhh you! what do you want?" she hissed at Mike. the young friend of Jaynes nephew, now her boyfriend, who had also helped in the move whilst flirting with her shamelessly.

"Hey chill out, I just came to say hi, that's all. I haven't seen you since we helped our friends, and Jamie's teasing got to me so I thought I'd bulk up my 'pigeon chest,' what about you?"

"Oh I got a bit lazy lately and gained a few pounds, so today was day one of me, getting fitter."

"Well I've been coming a month now, and days when I don't get time, I use my own weight bench in the garage. Say, if you're new, do you need me to guide you and show you how things work.?"

"I, er, well thanks for the offer Mike, but it's only cardio on the bike and treadmill for me so I'm good, thanks anyway" as she scurried off, out to her car.

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Nicola touched the water to check the temperature, it was nice and hot. She had worked up that much of a sweat, a shower was probably better but she wanted a nice hot soak. She rubbed the peach scented wash over her naked body. Rubbing it into her skin and lathered herself up until she was covered in soapy suds. She cupped her breasts and massaged them gently. She closed her eyes and laid back to let her body relax and was a little surprised when images of Mike filled her head.

"You're probably nearly his mother's age, get him out of your head." She scolded herself.

Nicola soaked happily and washed, before stepping out to dry. She wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and looked at her own reflection. It's true what her husband Karl had said, she was not as young as she once was. Her skin was not as tight as it used to be, and her breasts were not quite as perky, as they once were. Resting her hand on her waist, she stuck her hip out.

But she thought she still looked good. Many of her friends her age, had not been so lucky. Many of her friends also told her frequently, that they'd kill to have her ass. And sure, her tits weren't as perky as they were five years ago. But she still caught people, sneaking glances at them occasionally. Just a few pounds to shift, she thought.

Now horny as she toweled herself dry. Not bothering to dress, she made her way into the kitchen and open dining room as she noticed that all the lights were off in the house. She next made her way into the living room, her giant 38 E cup jugs bouncing with each quick step she took, as she explored her home. She finally spotted light coming from her husband's home office and smiled as she practically skipped down the hall.

"Ohhhh sweety!" she called out as she came around the door frame with a beaming smile and dancing pony tail of long blond hair.

Her smile was short lived however, when she spotted her husband snoring in his chair, with the TV remote resting on his slightly rounded belly. A bottle of whisky on a small table beside him, along with a crystal glass with melting ice cubes in it. She could smell it in the air in the room, and she knew that there was no way she was going to wake him from his slumber.

Nicola stood there with her arms ramrod straight at her sides, trembling. Her face was bright red from anger and frustration. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to say something, before she gave up and stormed down the hall. She made her way back over to the door, leading to her bedroom. Nicola muttered and cursed under her breath as she threw herself in bed, then angrily masturbated herself with her fingers a blur, as she came hard! As she came, she again saw Mike's face, "god, what is that about?" She panted.

As the days went on, she properly disciplined her eating and maintained her cardio at the gym, her tummy was now looking as it used to, just toning on her legs and arms, she felt it needed touching up.

The entrance door opening caught Mike's eye as he sat up on the weight bench, in-between reps.

Holy Shit...Mike thought, dumbfounded, as Nicola made her way past the front desk and into the large workout space.

Her long blonde hair shone and was silky smooth. Mascara caused her crystal blue eyes to pop, and pink lipstick highlighted her plump lips. The Nike sweater had long been left behind, and in its place was a white sports bra, with black lacing straps, crisscrossing her chest. The white sports bra looked as if it was struggling to contain the two, very sizable orbs of tit flesh within. Her mountainous breasts converged together to create a deep valley of cleavage that could be seen underneath the black, crisscrossing fabric. Her stomach was bare, showing off her hard-flat stomach and trim waistline.

Her tight spandex shorts were black and revealed her peachy bum. Her shorts hugged every curve of her fleshy bubble bum. Mikes eyes traveled down her smooth back and over her bulging arse like a car driving slowly, along a long and flat country road that reaches a large hill. They continued down her legs and ended at her clean Nike shoes. Seeing her, no one would guess she was thirty-six, but she could even pass for late twenties.

She spotted Mike and casually approached him, "hi Mike, listen sorry I was a bit of a bitch when I first came here, anyway I was wondering if you could show me leg exercises? I'm happy with my tummy now, so I want my arms and legs to be a bit firmer. That's if you don't mind, that is?"

Mike just stared for a split second at her beauty.

"Can you hear me?" Nicola asked the boy, staring back at her.

"Good evening, yes sure, you can follow me."

"Awesome. What's first?" she asked.

"Thigh abductor machine."

Nicola did not need Mike to show her how to use this particular machine. It became one of her new favorites when he wasn't there last week. She took her seat with her back straight, spread her legs wide, and put them on either side of two pads. Leaning forward slightly, she adjusted the weight and then, using all the muscles in her upper legs, she squeezed her thighs together. Once she brought her thighs together, she slowly let the pads push her legs back out until her thighs were spread wide, exposing her crotch.

"Damn, that's sexy." Mike thought.

Nicola repeated the action several more times, opening and closing her legs while seated in an upright position. She looked up at Mike, who was staring at her thighs and crotch area intensely. He didn't even notice that she was looking at him while he was watching her. The blood was already beginning to flow to his aching dick.

"Haha, he is completely mesmerized. But come on, girl, you're married, you're doing this so your husband takes more notice." She thought.

Alright, what's next?" she asked when she was done with all her sets.

"The glute thrust."

She followed him to another section of the gym, where there was a little more privacy. He placed a mat on the ground for her to lie on. "How do you do these?" she asked, even though she knew from people watching.

Mike lay his back down on the mat, with his arms to his side, and he planted his feet firmly on the ground so that his legs were bent.

"This is the starting position." He said, "and you want to squeeze your glutes and thrust your pelvis into the air like this."

Mike kept his feet planted and his upper back against the mat as he thrust his pelvis into the air and bridged his body. This caused the material of his shorts to stretch across his lap, and Nicola thought she saw a bulge. He repeated the action again, and she watched closely. There it was again; it was definitely there.

"He is getting a hard-on!" She thought, surprised.

She wondered if it was because of her. She hadn't even touched him since arriving, other than the playful punch on the arm. There was no way that he had a hard-on just from watching her, was there? If so, she felt flattered.

"Okay, I think I got it." She said.

Nicola replaced him on the mat and assumed the starting position. She began thrusting her pelvis into the air, which caused her hefty breasts to fall towards her face, causing even more cleavage to spill out the top of her sports bra. Mike's eyes darted back and forth between her pelvis thrusting forward and her jumbo boobs. He crouched down beside her to make sure she was bridging her back fully with each rep...and to get a closer look.

Nicola just thought of something really naughty she could do, "but I shouldn't"...she thought.

"I should be feeling it in my bum, right?" she asked.

"What?" he said, "Oh, uh yeah, be sure to flex your gluteus Maximus, while you're doing it."

"Like this?" she asked.

With that she grabbed his wrist and the next time she thrusted forward, she held his hand to her arse as she flexed.

"Holy Shit!" He thought.

She was doing it correctly. Her bum was nice and firm.

"Uhm, yep. That's exactly right." He managed to choke, and then she released his hand.

He quickly withdrew it from her flexed rear, even though he desperately wanted to keep it there. It was the first time that an older woman asked him to feel their body to make sure they were doing something correctly. He tried not to think about it too much.

"Okay, let's give the lower body a rest and do some flys on the fly machine." He said.

This was one machine that Nicola did not use at all. Mike demonstrated, and she enjoyed watching the muscles in his arms bulge and the pectoral muscles squeeze together, as he pulled the handles together in front of him. The motion reminded her of one of those old toys, where the monkey winds up and bangs the symbols together.

"Well, you're certainly losing that 'pigeon chest,'" she joked.

Nicola took a seat at the machine and arched her back. She spread her arms wide to reach the handles on either side of her. The position caused her to thrust her magnificent chest forward, so that her enormous melons were right in his face, as he waited to assist her. She used all her upper strength to pull the handles together, until her hands met in front of her. The movement forced her to push her monumental boobs together with her arms, causing massive amounts of tit flesh, to burst out of the top of her bra. She watched as his eyes darted to her chest and lingered for as long as he thought it was safe to look, before they darted away. She couldn't help but smile. At first, she had wondered why he had chosen this exercise; the other two were clearly sexual in nature, but now the reason for this exercise was equally obvious.

"He wants a good look at my titties!" She thought, as she repeated the motion, pushing her big tits together each time.

Mike began to wonder if he was being too obvious.

"Yeah, thanks for your help." She said in between breaths, " but I gotta get home, I'm exhausted. Thanks for the workout, I'd better be going now." She said.

"Oh...okay." he stuttered, "See you next time?"

She waved goodbye, and then she was gone.

I'm such an idiot. He thought to himself.

She realized that leaving so abruptly was strange. But she had to get herself out of there before she made a fool of herself. The only problem was, once she was in her car and on her way home, the burning between her legs had only intensified. Her pussy was hungry, and she had thoughts of his cock in her mind.

Before arriving home, she determined that she would pounce on Carl as soon as she saw him and would not take no for an answer. Maybe that would satisfy her urge for the time being. The only problem was, he wasn't home when she arrived. She tried his mobile, but he wasn't answering...she assumed that he must be working late. Nicola tossed and turned in bed for several hours, but eventually she fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Mike had ridden home on his scooter. His junk was hard the whole way. As soon as he arrived home, he shut the bathroom door and beat his meat, while fantasizing about Nicola performing different exercises. He kept the feeling of her hand in his, in his mind and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that same hand stroking his cock.

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Nicola woke early the next morning, feeling as if she hadn't slept at all, because her dreams had been filled with visions of Mike and what could potentially be hidden beneath his shorts.

Carl's side of the bed was empty and still cold. He hadn't slept there at all, which meant he must have spent all night at the office. This happened occasionally, she often told him he worked much too hard.

"As soon as Carl gets home from work tonight, I'm taking him to bed. I'll be tanned, and my pussy will be smooth as silk. There's no way he'll say no to that." She thought to herself.

Back at home, it was getting dark, and Carl would be home any minute now. Nicola wore a bathrobe with red lingerie underneath. She had placed the lube in her nightstand drawer, so she could grab it quickly. She tidied up around the kitchen and living room while she waited. She heard the garage door open...he was home.

Nicola hurried up the stairs and waited for him in their bedroom. The garage door closed, and she heard him downstairs in the kitchen. The fridge door opened and closed, and a few minutes later, he was upstairs.

In an instant, she was by Carl's side and kissing his cheek.

"Finally, you're home."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired, but I need to take a shower before bed." He yawned.

"Okay, you take a shower quickly and then I'll take good care of you."

"Thanks babe."

Carl took off his watch and set it on the nightstand with his mobile phone. Then he unbuttoned his trousers and left them on the floor next to the bed. He removed his shirt on his way to the bathroom, so that when the bathroom door closed behind him, he was in nothing but his underwear.

Nicola could hear the sound of the shower being turned on through the door. She sat on the edge of the bed, watched the bathroom door, and sighed. He had better hurry, I can't wait much longer. She thought.

As she waited, she heard the sound of a phone vibrating. She knew it wasn't hers because she had turned hers off. She hadn't wanted any interruptions for what she had planned for the evening. She looked at Carl's phone, resting on the nightstand, but it was quiet. Then she heard it again. It was coming from his crumpled-up trousers on the floor.

She picked them up and felt something hard in one of the pockets. She took it out. It was another phone.

"Does Carl have a second phone?" She wondered.

She thought maybe it was a work phone because she had never seen it before. She pressed the home button, but it required a passcode to be opened. Then it vibrated again, this time in her hand, as a new text message came in. Since the phone was locked, she couldn't read the whole message but could still see the first line of the text before the screen went dark again.

It read, "Wish you didn't have to go home to her. Last night was..."

And that's all she could read. The contact wasn't saved; it just showed a number. She picked up Carl's other phone on the nightstand and typed in the number, a saved contact came up, confirming what she already knew. The contact was "Melanie Office".

He was fucking her. Mel from the office was sleeping with her husband.

Nicola let out another sigh, but she didn't cry. She wasn't even that upset. If she was being honest with herself, she had known something was happening for a while now. The lack of sex in their marriage was suspicious, and now with the knowledge of a secret phone, the messages...it was obvious now.

She placed the phone back in his pants pocket and dropped them where they had sat before. The shower went quiet on the other side of the door. Nicola crawled under the covers and lay on her side. A few minutes later, Carl was lying in bed next to her. It was dark and quiet.

"Oh, honey, did you want to fool around tonight?" He asked her.

"Nah. I'm pretty tired." She lied.

"Okay, tomorrow then?"

"Sure, maybe tomorrow." She lied a second time.

Before long, he was snoring and Nicola lay wide awake. She vowed to herself that he would never touch her again.

Now days later, after she'd been avoiding her husband, she was back at the gym and taking her frustrations out.

The room upstairs was large and open, the floor was wood, and one wall was a giant mirror. Dumbbells were lined up against the other wall, along with several soft mats that were used for yoga. There was also a punching bag that hung in one corner of the room. Nicola was busy kicking and punching the bag with her back towards him. Mike leaned against the wall and enjoyed the view for several minutes.

The music coming from her headphones was so loud that it blocked out all other sounds. At first, she had imagined that the bag in front of her was Mel from the office, then her husband. But after a while, once all her rage was gone, it became just a bag again.

Once all her anger had subsided, she became aware again of the increasing ache deep within her loins. All the muscles in her body burned, but she kept going. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Out of pure instinct, she whirled around and swung her fist. It made contact.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry." She said as she removed her earbuds.

"That's a mean right hook you've got there." He said, smiling and holding his lip.

"Oh no, did I hurt you?"

It might have hurt, but he was too distracted by the sight in front of him. His senses were being overloaded. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her mouth was open slightly as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. She was wearing a low-cut cotton gray tank top. The tops of her round orbs glistened with sweat and heaved up and down with each breath she took. Her tank top stopped at the belly button, so you could see the bottom half of her toned stomach, and she had on short, shorts. His eyes traveled down her long legs. She looked fantastic.

"Wow." He thought. And he felt his dick give a twitch.

"No, it's fine." He responded.

"Here, let me see."

She got close to him and put her hand on the back of his neck, so she could inspect his wound. She looked closely at his mouth and then, with her free hand, raised her fingers to his mouth. She gently ran her fingers across his bottom lip, where he'd been struck.

"Ow," he winced. It was a little tender, but really wasn't that bad.

"I did hurt you. Hopefully it doesn't swell."

"Maybe you can kiss it better?" He thought.

"Maybe we should get some ice?" she suggested.

"No, no, honestly, it's not bad." He said, "what are you doing here so late?"