Donna and Chris had met each other in high school. After graduation, Chris took an entry-level position with an energy company. Then, after four years of marriage, The company offered him a field position in Tulsa. With the extra pay, and the company footing the bill, they decided they couldn't pass up the opportunity.
Working with a local realtor, they bought their first home. It was a two-story house in an older neighborhood in the suburbs of Tulsa.
"I can't believe we did this," Donna said as she exited the passenger door next to the side door of their new house.
"I know, it's kind of crazy," Chris remarked as he walked around the car to grab the suitcases from the trunk.
They spent the rest of the day directing the movers where boxes went. Finally, after the moving truck pulled out, Chris and Donna collapsed on the loveseat. Both exhausted from their day.
Chris glanced over at Donna and asked, "What do you want for dinner?"
"I have no idea, but if you think I am fixing something after the day we had, you are insane," Donna said with a smile.
She leaned forward to kiss him as her hand started stroking his cock through his shorts. Finally, he moved her top up, exposing her bra.
Chris discarded the bra onto the floor a few seconds later, removing the last obstacle to her breasts.
Leaning forward, Chris started sucking on her nipples while she freed his cock from his pants. She pushed him back a little and removed her top before bending over and taking his cock in her mouth.
"Fuck, that feels good," Chris said as he stroked her hair, guiding her head up and down on his lap. He was getting close to cumming when the doorbell rang.
Donna jerked upright and glanced at the door forgetting for a moment that the blinds were still in a box. An older balding man held a couple of pizza boxes at the door.
Donna froze when their eyes locked; something about his eyes seemed to pull her in. It only lasted a few seconds before he looked down and got a big grin on his face.
At that moment, Donna realized that he had a perfect view of her large breasts. She turned red before dropping back behind the loveseat.
She scrambled to grab her shirt away from Chris while she looked around to find her bra.
"Damit, Chris, there is a creepy old guy at the door. Give me that!" she snapped at him, trying to get her bra from Chris.
"Oh no, you don't; it's mine," he teased, holding the bra away from her, waving it in the air for the man at the door to see.
"Come on, Chris, give me my bra," Donna pouted, kneeling on the floor.
"I don't think so, now be a good girl and go answer the door." He said, pushing the bra behind him and zipping up his shorts.
Giving him a dirty look, she stood up and walked out of the room, muttering "asshole" under her breath.
"I heard that," he chuckled, turning around to see her walk to the door. He loved how she looked in her tank top without a bra; her breasts moved all over the place.
Donna was blushing as she opened the door a crack. "Can I help you? "
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything, " he said with a smirk glancing down at her tits. Donna blushed even more and looked down at the floor.
"No, it's ok," she replied, unable to look him in the eyes. Then, glancing at the pizza boxes he held in one hand and the 12 pack in the other, she said, "sorry, we didn't order any pizza."
"Thought you guys might be a little hungry with moving in, so I brought over a couple of pizzas and some beer. By the way, my name is Ralph, and I live next door." He said as he pointed to the house on the other side of the driveway.
"That is so nice of you. Why don't you come in," Donna said, opening the door wider and moving to the side to let Ralph enter the house.
"Donna, why don't you take the food and beer into the kitchen and get some plates," Chris said, coming up to stand next to Donna.
"Hi, I'm Chris," he said, extending his hand.
"Ralph," the older man said, shaking his hand.
"Please come in and have a seat," Chris said, gesturing to the living room.
"Thanks," Ralph replied, sitting on the loveseat right where Chris had been a few minutes before. Chris sat in the recliner across from him.
Chris and Ralph talked about the neighborhood. Who to avoid, who was helpful, everyday new neighbor things. They stopped talking when Donna returned to the living room carrying pizza slices.
"Thanks, sweetie," Chris said with a wink when she placed one down in front of him.
Donna frowned at him, annoyed that he forced her to sit next to Ralph on the loveseat. Looking at the loveseat, she noticed that Ralph had taken most of the loveseat for himself. Not seeing a better option, she handed Ralph's pizza before sitting hers down next to his on the coffee table.
As she bent forward, Ralph had a great view of her breasts as the shirt opened. Glancing up at Ralph, she noticed him looking down at her top. She frowned as she stood, adjusting the top to cover herself better.
"Do you want your beer in a glass?" she asked Ralph, blushing.
"That would be great, sweetie," he said with a wink, mimicking Chris.
"I would like one too, dear," Chris told her when she glanced at him.
Both men watched as she left the room before the conversation restarted. Ralph looked back at Chris, "You have a fine-looking woman Chris."
"Thanks, I feel fortunate she agreed to marry me," Chris said with a laugh.
"Her tits looked natural when she showed them to me. So what is she about a 36C?" Ralph asked, watching Chris for his reaction.
The question shocked Chris. No one had ever asked a question like that, and he felt conflicted. But, after the shock, he thought about it and, being honest to himself, a little turned on. He didn't know how to answer a stranger asking him such a personal question about his wife.
With no better response, he answered the question, "yes."
"Sorry, Chris, I asked two questions, yes they are natural, or yes, she is a 38C?"
"Yes, they are natural, and yes, her breasts are a 38C."
Ralph took in the embarrassment his questions caused Chris and his body language. Then, with a grin, he decided to keep pushing.
"How long have you been married?"
"Almost four years."
"How many sexual partners has she had?"
"What do you mean?" Chris asked, starting to blush.
"How many people have fucked her?"
"She was a virgin when we met."
"Has she expressed an interest in fucking anyone else?"
Chris found it difficult to breathe. He had some fantasies about sharing Donna with another man. But, not wanting to piss Donna off was why sharing her had remained a fantasy. Chris shifted in his chair, trying to get comfortable with the hardon he was getting.
"We have never talked about it, but I am sure she wouldn't break her vows."
Ralph noticed Chris's excitement;
this may work out better than he had hoped,
he thought.
Ralph started to ask another question when Donna returned with three beers. After putting them down, she sat next to Ralph.
"What are you boys talking about?" she asked with a smile.
"About how fine of a woman Chris here married," Ralph responded. He did not attempt to hide that he was watching her large breasts moving freely inside her tank top.
Donna blushed and glanced at Chris. He avoided looking at her while trying to take his mind off the thoughts of someone else fucking Donna.
Deciding to change the subject, she asked Ralph, "So how long have you lived here?"
"We moved in about 30 years ago. My wife would be a better person to ask," he told her, moving, so his knee touched her.
Hearing that he was married, Donna relaxed more and enjoyed the food. Before long, she had completely forgotten about what had happened earlier.
To cover the awkward silence, Chris turned on the TV and began to flip through the channels.
"Are you going to watch the game?" Ralph asked, looking up from his pizza.
"Yeah. Damn, it's already started," Chris said, becoming engrossed in the tv.
Seeing that Chris wasn't paying attention, Ralph switched the pizza to his left hand. Then, he moved his right hand to his knee, letting his fingers touch Donna's leg. Donna choked on her beer as she felt Ralph touch her leg above her knee.
"You ok dear?" Chris asked without looking at her.
"Yeah, went down the wrong way. She tried to push Ralph's hand away from her leg, but he grinned and ignored her. She drank more of her beer and tried to ignore him.
Frankly, Ralph didn't care that Chris was sitting in the other chair. Chris was so into the game that he wouldn't even know anything happened short of Donna screaming.
Ralph slid his hand up Donna's leg, watching her face. When he reached the bottom of her shorts, she tried again to pull his hand off without any success. Finally, giving up, she held onto her beer with both hands and watched the game trying to ignore what he was doing.
Ralph moved his hand towards her knee again before sliding it up to her crotch. Donna squealed into her cup and clamped her thighs together. She used her right hand to grab Ralph's wrist and tried to pull him away from her crotch.
"Honey, can you get me another beer?" Chris asked, handing his glass towards her without taking his eyes off the tv.
Sensing a way out, she grabbed the glass from Chris, forcing Ralph to let her go as she stood. Donna moved away from the loveseat and headed towards the kitchen, giving Ralph a dirty look.
Once in the kitchen, Donna found she was shaking as she leaned on the counter in front of the sink, trying to calm down. Donna was furious at Ralph for grabbing her crotch and pissed at Chris for not noticing or caring.
