Author's Notes:
For whatever reason, pretty much every part I write in this 1/2 a Sex Shop story/series ends up right around 8k words. Not sure why, but every time I get to the ending, I want I check and it's always around 8k. Oh well, just an interesting coincidence to me.
Also, apologies for any weird formatting. I changed word processors starting with this submission, and there is always the chance that something doesn't transfer over cleanly.
Hopefully, some will appreciate that this part actually starts with sex. Actually, there's a lot of sex. Thankfully, this is erotica, so at least some of the sex advances the plot. When I started writing 1/2 a Sex Shop, I had the first two parts mapped out fairly well. Beyond that, I was mostly thinking about stand-alones. So I apologize it took a bit for this to come together. I don't think anyone was anxiously waiting for this, but if you were, I'm touched, and hopefully the next piece won't take as long.
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"Uhhh, fuck!"
"Hold them. Oh owww. Please. Play with them."
I obliged and grabbed Kendra's currently massive breasts. I couldn't hope to contain them in my hands, and they overflowed enticingly. My palms just barely covered her areolas. I began squeezing hard and rubbing. Feeling her stiff nipples poking hard into my palm.
I gazed up at Kendra as she rode me cowgirl style and thought about my life. It turned out the corset was not a one-time use thing. She had worn it twice since we got back from what we both agreed to call Genie Island. Each time she put the corset on she became irrationally horny within minutes of putting it on. Yesterday, she had intentionally put it on in the morning before going to her job without bothering to tell me, as I had already left for work. She made it until lunch when I received a breathless, phone call from her begging to fuck.
I could hear her over the phone, groaning and haggard, uneven breaths. I teased her to make it worth my while, and without a thought, she launched into the hottest phone sex masturbation fantasy I had ever imagined. Which I supposed wasn't saying much, I had never gone past basic teasing on the phone or text. This. This had been Kendra groaning out of control. Describing exactly how she was touching herself, locked in the bathroom at work, hearing co-workers walking past, talking. How she was dripping down her legs even before she put her fingers inside. How she pulled her top down roughly enough to pop a button, rubbed her juices on her nipple, and then did her damndest to suck it off.
Hearing her try to contain her squeal when she came while gasping out how she was squirting almost made me cum in my pants. Listening to her half-insensate groans afterwards, where she kept saying my name, sealed it for me. I told her to leave right then, and I would be home as fast as my car could drive.
I barely pushed open the door when Kendra grabbed my shirt and threw me on the floor. She had my pants undone and was lining me up before I had a chance to even appreciate what she was wearing. Her rose button-down shirt was torn open down to the last button, showcasing sexy bare shoulders and pushed up cleavage from her corset. She was missing her skirt, and her ruched satin panties were dripping; she barely remembered to get them aside before mounting me.
Neither of us lasted more than a bare minute that first time. She had immediately begun slamming down on me as hard as she could. Fuck I probably had a gigantic bruise to prove it. But the stifled keening porno lines and how fucking hot my wife was pushed all that out of my mind. Guy or girl I don't care, no one is going to last after the love of their life shamelessly masturbates for your pleasure, tackes you as soon as you come home, and then fucks the life out of you while saying how much they love and need you. Fuck the sex at that point. The ego boost alone was intoxicating.
Afterwards, we did make it up to the bed, though we made it a slow process to kiss and take our time stripping each other fully on the way up. The exception was the corset, and I'd be lying if I weren't a little disappointed not to have free access to my wife's breasts. She surprised me when she told me Genie had explained a previously unknown feature to her. Kendra pushed me back from her and began teasing her hands across her bust. Pushing against the bottom of the cups to make her cleavage even more mouth-watering, circling where I knew her cute pink nipples were hidden. She leaned into give me a soul sucking kiss and then pulled away biting my lip. When my eyes opened, she was in front of me and moved one hand between the cups, with a twisting motion, the cups melted away, leaving only an underbust corset.
I grinned at her, and her smile matched mine. I picked her up and buried my face in her bust as I carried her up the stairs. She laughed and screamed a little that I was going to kill us. My response was to lick all around her right areola.
I suppose if I had the same magic helping me that Kendra did we would have fucked all afternoon and all night, then woken up feeling fantastic to start all over. However, I at least was still fully human and middle-aged at that. Which meant refractory times were a thing. I made a good showing of myself and we fucked again soon after making it to the bed. This time with me on top in missionary so that we could look at each other. It was alternately intimate, sexy, and silly. I loved it all.
Then we cuddled and talked while holding each other. Some of it was pillow talk. Little nothings about how much we loved each other, teasing me about my O-face, which she swore looked like a porcupine mashed flat on glass, and of course, just talking to each other like normal people. She told me about her day at work and how she wanted me even before she walked out the door. How she almost didn't go to her work and thought more than once about just driving to find me. I teased her that she surely could have found a hot stud at work to service her, and almost got myself slapped. Kendra firmly told me that ALL of her feelings were how she wanted ME, not that she wanted anyone. Even masturbating in the bathroom felt wrong, and she couldn't bring herself to do it until she resolved to call me.
We had dinner delivered as cooking felt like too much work after spending the afternoon in bed. Kendra still had the underbust corset on and had slipped a pair of comfy sweats on so she didn't get cold. That meant I got to answer the door as a very overweight man who looked to be in his seventies delivered our order. I looked at him and felt bad for him, there but for the grace of god. He got a very good tip that I certainly couldn't afford to repeat.
Kendra and I made love one more time that night after cuddling on the couch watching a movie. There was a lot more cuddling than movie watching, I think it had Jude Law in it. Who cares about actors on TV, especially ones of the wrong sex, when your wife is in your lap and your hands are caressing her hips and back?
Then I woke up this morning to Kendra's chosen body transformation. Absolutely massive breasts. This was far beyond the damn shes stacked DD type figure. She had probably easily exceeded normally available bra sizes, though not quite to Guinness Book of World Records territory.
Have you ever completely sandwiched your head between a lover's breasts? If you haven't, it is certainly something for a bucket list, or a genie list for me, I guess. Contrary to my expectations she was more sensitive rather than less and I spent almost 30 minutes doing nothing but kissing, licking, sucking, and massaging her breasts. Finally, she threw me off after two orgasms and began riding me. It was an awe inspiring sight watching her boobs swing and flop.
Though it was less pleasurable for her, as she quickly bounced too enthusiastically to start and almost smacked herself in the face with a boob. Then she said they were starting to hurt, and I, being the loving, caring husband I was, cradled them to cushion her, which is where we started.
"I'm close. Just like that. Tom, I love you! Oh yes. God yes. Squeeze them hard!"
With a shout, Kendra sat down hard on me, and I felt her rippling around me. He face screwed up in that almost pained grimace, though I had never once commented on her face when she orgasmed. I valued my balls more than temporary points. As she came down and the aftershocks trembled through her, she pushed a hand on my chest to hold herself up. Her hair fell forward, covering her face as her head hung limply. Then she looked up and met my eyes, grinning.
"You didn't cum did you?" She asked while running her tongue along her bottom lip.
"Nope, not yet sexy. How about you let me see that amazing body from behind?"
