When my parents found out I dated Carol, they were happy for me. She was pretty, polite, and a good student. Her father, George, used to own the largest Toyota car company in the area until his death from cancer 3 years earlier.
I liked Carol a lot. At 22 she was 5'5", 120 pounds, with dirty-blonde long hair and a gorgeous figure, with the highlight being her D-cup tits. She just finished her senior year in accounting. I was a registered nurse and alternated shifts in the local hospital.
Our life was managed based on our schedules. Carol's was easier to predict, but mine depended on changing shifts and other factors: Number of patients on the floor, nursing personnel on vacation or on sick leave, hospital budget, etc. As a result, being together for more than 2 days every several months was a rare treat. In fact, in our first year, we traveled only once beyond our state: It was on Carol's birthday, a trip to Hawaii's Big Island.
Before Carol, I had 2 serious girlfriends I had sex with. They lasted 8 months and a year and a half, respectively. Our sexual acts consisted of the usual positions: Missionary, doggy style, and oral, with only one of the girls agreeing to swallow my spunk.
The intimacy with Carol started slowly. I kissed her lips lightly on our second date, and French kissed her on the third. The first time I touched her breasts was on our 5th date, and our first sexual intercourse occurred on the 8th. Our trip to Hawaii was 4 months later. By then, we felt comfortable with our sexual life and did it about 3 times a week.
While in Hawaii, we stayed in Outrigger Kona by the seashore. It was the first time Carol allowed herself to drink the sweet Hawaiian alcoholic drinks and lose control. Over there, she went topless on Beach 67. On the island was our first time experiencing anal sex. It was a great 'us time,' and we loved every minute.
When we returned to Minneapolis, Carol went back to her pre-trip self. No longer agreeing to visit other clothing-optional places, no anal sex, and rarely swallowed my cum. I was disappointed and hinted we could do better. Her answer was, "Honey, we enjoyed Hawaii, but it's time to go back to reality."
In our second year together, we went to the beaches in Florida. Once, on South Beach, she took off her bra for half an hour and then put it on again, claiming she didn't feel comfortable despite countless women with much less impressive figures doing it. Anal sex she refused even on my birthday.
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Despite not being totally satisfied sexually, we got engaged. On our wedding night, we had about 150 guests, most of them knew Carol and her Mom.
Carol's mother, Erica, was 44 years old, 5'6", 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, huge double-D breasts, and shapely legs. Her face was cute and with hardly any wrinkles. I suspected special treatments enhanced her younger look.
Erica was nice to me throughout the time I went out with her daughter and occasionally even flirted with me. I liked her. On our wedding night, I Danced with Carol 3 times and with Erica twice. I recall that on the second one, which happened to be slow, she leaned her head on my chest and hugged my waist. The result was that her massive chest crushed against mine. My cock reacted as if hit by lightning - It began expanding and extending, and soon it stood like a wooden flag pole between us. She raised her face and whispered, "Paul, honey, there is no better compliment a woman my age can get from a young, handsome man." I blushed and said, "Erica, it has nothing to do with age. You are a very sexy woman." She stared at me momentarily, likely trying to guess if I meant it a compliment for my wife's mother or really meant it. I remained serious and added, "I do mean it! I am hitched now, but you are the most attractive lady around." She smiled, "Now I know you are just sweet-talking to me. Look at all the pretty young girls here." I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I tasted young ones before. I say it again: You are one gorgeous lady, and I am jealous of whoever will capture your heart." She kissed my cheek, sighed, and joked, "Why didn't you tell me your thoughts BEFORE marrying my daughter?..."
After the wedding, Carol and I moved to a two story house near her mother's large home. The mother had a small Pomeranian dog named Rex. It loved to run in the yard, but to prevent bigger dogs, racoons, and coyotes harming the tiny pup, a 7 foot fence surrounded Erica's house.
Erica's home, or shall I call it a mansion, was a 3 story building with a large yard, a 10 yard swimming pool, a jacuzzi for 4, a gazebo, and a few fruit trees. It was too large for a single person, but Erica preferred to stay in the place she lived for many years.
Our new home was facing Erica's, which made our frequent visits easier.
In the first 2 months since entering our house, when I was working the evening shift, I sat on our first floor balcony, read a book, or use my computer. One day, Erica mentioned she wanted to have a small flower garden in her yard, and planned to do it herself. I offered to help, and she accepted with a smile.
The next time I had the morning off, I joined her to see the place she chose for the flowers. I thought the best place was in the front, but she preferred the area near the jacuzzi, saying, "Most mornings, I do yoga starting at 8 am, then shower, and go to the jacuzzi area and sit for an hour or more to get tan. I love the warm feeling of the sun rays on my skin. Later I use the pool and the jacuzzi before going back inside to do other things. So my plan is to have the flower garden in a place I can see when tanning."
"Erica, I didn't know you do yoga or that you tan every morning."
She chuckled, "There are many things you don't know about me. I do not blame you. Carol and you are young and focused on your priorities."
Later in the week, we went to a garden store and bought flowers she chose: Lavender, Yarrow, and Daisies. I helped her plant them in an afternoon when I was free. It took us a few hours, and we liked how it looked. The next thing was to wait and see if our efforts were worth it. We expected the Lavender to take 3 years before flowering, but Erica loved the smell and wanted them in the garden. The other two usually bloomed in the first year.
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Carol and I settled into our new home comfortably. Each morning, after breakfast, Carol went to work in her new workplace - A large accounting firm that hired her as a trainee and promised good benefits with an optional promotion. I continued my usual shifts in the hospital and liked my job.
One morning, when I was free, I recalled Erica's flower garden. Not wanting to bother her, I went to the second floor and peeked through the window. The flowers were growing nicely, though I didn't see them blooming yet.
I shifted my eyes to the left and saw Erica. She was sitting on a Chaise lounger wearing a yellow bikini, a large straw hat, and large dark glasses. She was sipping a cold drink through a straw. Damn, she looked great! I continued ogling her impressive curves, noticeably, the massive chest. The bikini top could barely contain her jugs.
As I was watching, she placed the glass on a small table nearby, lifted her arms, and stretched her torso. The sight of her boobs moving upward with a glimpse of her dark nipples protruding through the thin material was enough to stir my pecker.
I have seen Erica before in casual and evening clothes, but never like that. She looked extremely sexy. And I don't mean sexy for her age - She was FOXY SEXY!
I forgot everything I was reading on the balcony before, and my eyes were mesmerized by her fantastic body. Ten minutes later, she began spreading suntan lotion on her shoulders. She did it slowly and methodically, gradually moving lower, putting more of the stuff on her upper tits. As she was doing it, the heavy mammaries swayed from side to side, revealing they were real and not silicon-enhanced. Next, she added more lotion and did her flat, soft tummy. I was jealous of her hand...
After fifteen minutes, Erica stood up, swam 6 laps in the small pool, and entered the jacuzzi facing in my direction. She removed the hat and the sunglasses, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the wall to tan her face. She stayed that way for a while and then entered her house.
I returned to our balcony and tried to concentrate on the article I was reading before, but Erica's voluptuous body kept popping and distracting me. As much as I tried, her humongous tits reappeared time after time. After a long moment, I gave up. I went to the bathroom and masturbated, cumming with a huge load of whitish goo.
The thought about Erica's figure stayed with me when I was at work. I returned home at 11 pm and was horny. I saw Carol in bed, watching TV, and hoped for a nice roll in the hay to relieve myself. However, she claimed she was too tired. I went to sleep frustrated.
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Two days later, my morning was free again. At 8:30 am, I moved to the 2nd floor window, and saw Erica in her lounge chair again. This time she had on a skimpier, white bikini that highlighted her tanned skin. Her massive boobs bulged up, threatening to tear the top part. I prayed to god to rip the soft bra, but to no avail.
My prick was at full mast, and I was bobbing it as I continued watching the erotic view.
And then, a miracle happened: Erica's hands reached back, and she unclasped her top, letting it slide on her thighs. My breathing stopped momentarily as I absorbed the heavenly sight: Her fantastic tits stood high on her chest with minimal sag, and the large nipples hardened in front of my eyes. She poured sunscreen fluid on her small palm and started smearing the stuff while massaging the oversized orbs. Seconds later, I climaxed in my hand...
After cleaning myself, I went back to the window and observed her in the jacuzzi. She again leaned backward, and the awesome tits were front and center before me. The urge to go and feel them was killing me, but my confused brain still had enough sense to stop me from doing something stupid.
In the week that followed, I had 3 more evening shifts with free mornings. It became a habit: I ogled Erica suntan in a bikini, and at one point, she'd remove her top, expose her breathtaking gigantic breasts, and slowly rub them with sunblock lotion. Each time ended with me masturbating in the bathroom.
Saturday evening, Carol and I went to eat dinner at Erica's. It was the first time I saw her wearing decent clothes and chatting with her up close since I began my voyeuristic adventure. Erica was smiley and seemed happy. After the tasty main course, I went to the bathroom. On my way back, Erica stopped me in the hall and whispered, "Paul dear, you and I are adults. Wouldn't it be better if instead of staring at me from the window, 30 feet away, you'd join me and glance as much as you wish?"
My face turned ruby-red, "Soorry, when II fiirst saw you, I was stuunned. Your boody is perfeect. I screewed up. I wooon't do it agaain."
She giggled, "Oh, honey, don't be embarrassed. It's the best compliment I got from a man in a long time. A married, young stud is ogling my body and masturbating, probably fantasizing about ravaging my body. Am I right?"
I hesitated, "You are. Are you going to tell Carol what I did?"
"Of course not. I spotted you the first time you watched me through your window. I noticed your reaction after using my lotion and knew you'd show up again. Many evenings, when you are in the hospital, I visit Carol for a coffee. I can see your work schedule on the fridge and know exactly when you'd appear in the window. So I was having fun, knowing you were enjoying it too. The way I see it, it was very benign. By the way, the other evening, I heard from my daughter her libido was not as in your initial year together. She was aware you wanted and needed more than she was willing to give. That is not good and will be a recipe for trouble in a young couple's life. Go join your wife at the table for dessert, but I suggest that on your next free morning, you come to my yard with a swimsuit, and we'll talk about a potential solution."
I sat by Carol, and she chortled, "What took you so long? Are you older than I thought, and your prostate started acting?"
I was still in shock finding out Erica knew all along I was peeking at her exposed body and orgasming, fantasizing about it. Erica would join us in several moments, so I took the easiest route and said, "Honey, you are right. I am sorry I never told you I was a hundred twenty years old. I promise never to lie to you about my age again."
"Good. I'd tell you I was 80, but my mother is only 44, so it wouldn't have worked."
Erica arrived with a large chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. She smiled, "Paul honey, you work in the hospital, so you must have seen surgeons using a knife. Would you do us the honor and cut the cake?"
With shaky hands, I cut the cake. Carol gazed at her mother and laughed, "Mom, I just found out he is an old man. Ignore his Parkinson's movements; they are age related."
Erica smiled and remained quiet.
The rest of the evening went reasonably well, with Erica trying to cheer us up. The glass of white wine may have helped, too.
