All characters in my stories are aged 18 OR OVER
The sudden sound of his mobile ringing in his trouser pocket startled both Howard and his wife. Water splashed up into Howard's face.
"Oooh! That made me jump Howie", Howard's wife June exclaimed, trying to shift herself back into position on the bath seat.
"Yeah, me too", said Howard, "But, you didn't have to soak me through!"
Howard pulled away from the bath and looked down at his now wet t-shirt. June glanced over and they both looked at each other and laughed.
Howard Jackson and his wife June had been married for almost 50 years. They tied the knot in their late teens. The late 60s / early 70s were good times to grow up in and young people had more freedom than ever. If you were to ask Howard today what first attracted him to June, he'd be totally honest and say it was her hourglass figure and June would likely retort, 'typical man', with a smirk on her face.
June was a trainee nurse at the time and they'd both met at a church function so to some extent, had to keep public signs of attraction to the other, hidden but June couldn't help but be impressed by Howard. He was a car mechanic by trade, and she'd often drop past the garage where he worked, to find him under a vehicle. Howard would know when she'd popped by to visit him because he could hear her heels teetering across the garage forecourt and they'd suddenly stop by the car he was working on. He had a knack of sliding only partially out so that to June, it looked like he was still hidden underneath but he could actually see up her skirt. He loved the days when she'd turn up in either a sexy mini skirt or her nurse uniform. The former giving him a look at her long, shapely bare legs and the latter, the thrill of her bare thighs at the top of her black stockings.
As he slid out from underneath the car, June would always catch her breath. Yes, his trousers and t-shirt might be filthy, but they clung to his fit, sweaty body like a second skin and she'd give him that look and say, 'what d'you fancy for dinner'? They both knew that this was a euphemism for being horny and needing a fuck! Their sex lives were amazing. Howard had confessed to June early on that he was an out and out 'tit man'. June's 38DD breasts certainly didn't disappoint him and he never tired of seeing her curves filling out her uniform to perfection. In fact, they'd often roleplay with June wearing the uniform which she didn't mind as they both got a lot of enjoyment out of their little scenarios.
Life was good. Howard went on to open his own garage. They had a house, two foreign holidays every year and despite the times of recession that hit the 70s hard, they sailed through unscathed but never took anything for granted and were grateful that they'd been blessed with a good life together.
In 1980, June became pregnant. They'd discussed having a child for some time but although very much wanting to become a mother, June didn't want to disrupt her career. She had already become a ward sister so had waited several years before deciding it was something they should take the plunge with. Later that year they were blessed with a son -- Michael. Luckily for them both, they were stable enough financially to provide a good home and near enough perfect upbringing for their son.
However, something was happening that Howard wasn't so keen on. June seemed to be going off sex. This was a big thing for him because before Michael had come along, June was as voracious in her sexual appetite as he was, often being the one to suggest different things, dressing provocatively and initiating the dirtiest little scenarios for them both to try but it was fading... fast.
June was keen to get her career back on track and threw all her energy into that. Maintaining a tidy home was becoming a chore she didn't really want to do and sensing Howard's frustration at their 'cold' and platonic existence, she would take herself off to bed way before him so that she would be asleep before he came up.
Obviously, there's only so much of the cold-shoulder treatment that a man can take, especially a man with both a high sex drive and a more than passing interest in large, voluptuous tits. However, much as Howard hankered after the lost intimacy with his wife, he was old school and would never consider cheating on June.
After a few years without sex, in an attempt to fill his void, Howard had driven 30 miles to a town he'd never visited before, popped on a pair of dark sunglasses, went into a random, street corner newsagents, and hurriedly took down two magazines from the top shelf. He didn't even look at what he was getting, he just knew they were up on that top shelf, reached two down, threw a tenner onto the counter and left, driving away as quickly as he could. It wasn't until he was about 5 miles from home that he pulled into a layby to see what he'd ended up with. 'Readers Wives' and 'Slim and Stacked'. Hmmm. Well, the Readers Wives would probably give him an idea of other bloke's wives and to tell the truth, he had become somewhat of a voyeur since his sex life had dried up. He'd seize every opportunity to surreptitiously look at sexy women; in the supermarket, whilst he was driving, on TV. There was nothing he liked more than to be able to admire the female form, especially those females who happened to be blessed with large, natural breasts. Just the sight of a well-formed pair jiggling as their owner walked along the street set his pulse racing and his cock twitching. What he wouldn't give to have a pair like that in his hands.
He'd not heard of the term 'Slim and Stacked' before but felt his cock stir as he looked properly at the front cover -- two beautifully slim girls, one in white underwear and the other in black, each girl's breasts overspilling the cups of their sexy bras. 'Geez', Howard grunted as he shifted in his seat and put his left hand down onto his crotch. 'They'll do me alright for later'.
And that became Howard's routine for many years. With June sleeping soundly, he'd climb quietly into bed next to her, face the other way and peer at one of the magazines with a small torch. Within a couple of minutes, his cock would be gripped in a fist full of tissues as his body jerked as silently as possible (which was difficult) through his orgasm. He just about had the energy to slide the magazine under the bed and of course, sleep came quickly.
And so it continued. As the years went by, Howard and June's relationship had become more practical and platonic than intimate. Their son Michael had married and in 2004, his own daughter was born -- their first grandchild -- Sophie.
Later that decade, June found herself suffering from arthritis and a couple of other conditions that affected her mobility. She'd put on a huge amount of weight and had to give up work earlier than she would've liked and now used a motor scooter to get around or a wheelchair if her and Howard were going out together. Even her daily routines had become very difficult which is why she was currently sitting in a bath chair as her husband washed her body.
"So, who was that on the phone then?" June remembered the missed call from a few moments ago.
"I dunno do I! Me hands are soaking wet so I'm not gonna get me phone out checking. Let's finish off here first".
He began to lift the folds of fat that formed June's tummy and sponged in between them. As he did so, he looked down at her once proud 38DD tits. A combination of age and her physical condition had left them like empty bags with a potato in the bottom of each one and they now rested on top of her oversized stomach. Momentarily, Howard remembered how they were when he'd first seen them. Full, voluptuous and curvy. His mind then wandered onto one particular girl in his 'Slim and Stacked' magazine -- Becky.
Becky's write-up stated that she was a 21 year old trainee veterinary nurse but of course, it was Becky's gorgeous figure that had got Howard drooling. Just wearing a pair of pastel blue panties, Becky was sitting on a bedroom stool, topless, brushing her long blonde hair. She wasn't looking at the camera which to Howard, made her look even hotter. Her bust size was stated as being 36DD but because she was a slim girl, they looked much bigger. The more a pair of tits stuck out, the more Howard loved them. 'Oh God -- 21 and 36DD', Howard had whispered when he first saw her in his magazine.
And that was the thing, whilst Howard could appreciate any woman with a nice large pair of breasts, it was their ability to thrust out from her chest that really got Howard's cock throbbing. Now this would usually be any woman wearing a bra, regardless of her age but sometimes, a pair of breasts that looked amazing in a bra were actually quite disappointing to Howard once the bra had been removed.
Round, hard silicone tits were definitely not his thing. You could tell them a mile off. Their over-firmness, lack of movement, uniform shape and usually small nipples were not a turn on for him. Also, too much sag in natural tits made them stretch and whilst there was a time years ago, when June first went off sex that he would've put up with that, it was the kind of girls in his 'Slim and Stacked' magazine that had become the beauties he drooled over and these girls all had one thing in common apart from their large, all-natural breasts -- they were all young. 21 year old, 36DD Becky had been his wet fantasy for many a night. He'd jerk off staring at her sitting on that stool, holding the hairbrush to her hair. He felt like he was spying on her which added to the excitement, and he usually came within a few minutes, fantasising that he was peering from behind her door, appreciating the stacked young beauty's curves without her knowing.
And so, over the years, Howard had gone from being a general, self-confessed 'tit-man' to a dirty-minded old perv that craved the big, firm, gravity defying tits that only younger women could possess.
"Howie, I just had a thought, perhaps that was Sophie on the phone? Don't you remember -- she said she might be bringing a friend with her today?"
"Oh yeah." Howard cleared his throat which had become very dry due to his recalling Becky to mind,
"We'd better get you out of here. We're done now anyway."
Howard helped June out of the bath seat and dried her. He held out her huge, grey bra, the cups of which would've easily fitted his head in. Sadly, there was no excitement in this as all the firmness and shape had now completely gone from June's tits. June slid her arms in and Howard fastened the back. Trying his best to heft some of the weight upwards but it always just sank back down again. He sighed heavily, staring at the 4, heavy duty hooks that completed the back of June's functional bra.
Of course, Howard was no oil painting himself. He'd put on weight (although not as much as June), just some extra around his middle. A combination of age, the beers he'd drink most evenings when relaxing and the more sedentary lifestyle he'd had since retirement. His belly overhung his belt, he had bags under his eyes and a couple of teeth missing, one annoyingly right at the front. He hated the dentist so much he never bothered to get them fixed. Anyway, he felt there was no point. June didn't mind and it wasn't like he had a diary of social engagements to look his best at.
"I'll be OK from here honey. I'll get dressed and then if you can wait in the bedroom, we can go downstairs together. You'd better check your phone."
Howard pulled out his phone to see a text from Sophie.
"Yeah, it was from Sophie. She says (he began to read his grand-daughter's text message),
'No answer on the phone but just to let you know, I'll be round about 2 o' clock and I'm bringing Amber with me. Would you be able to drive us to the retail park?'"
"Oh, bloody shopping malls!" Howard hated the places.
"Oh come on Howie, Sophie doesn't ask for much. You'll only have to drop them off and come straight back here again."
