The following is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age or over. Any similarities with real people is just your dirty imagination.
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The divorce was fairly clean and easy. Jenna would receive the beach house and a healthy allowance every month for the rest of her life; as long as she didn't remarry. God, she loved California divorce law! He got to start a new life with his young mistress, turned second wife, and Jenna had no need to ever work again if she didn't want to. To boot, she had the gorgeous home in the hills of Laguna Beach to spend her days.
Home in the hills was a bit of an understatement. It was more of a mansion than a house. It was a monstrous four thousand square foot house, built in a very modern style. It was more windows than walls, and it blended into the southern Californian hillside. Nearly all of the floor-to-ceiling windows provided an amazing view of the Pacific Ocean, just a few hundred meters below the large infinity pool that sat up against the hillside.
The only sticking point to the divorce was the boys. He was adamant that they finish their last year in a prestigious Catholic boarding school in the mountains. That would mean Jenna would go practically a full year without seeing her precious twin boys. The alternative would be fighting his powerful lawyers in court, and he had made it obvious that he was going to play dirty if she fought him on this one.
She rationalized that they would soon be out on their own anyway, so this time without them was a small price to pay to have freedom for the rest of her life, allowing her to do practically whatever she pleased. She agreed to his terms for divorce, and settled into a quiet life in her mansion overlooking the ocean.
She thought at first that she would relish the peace and quiet of living on her own, but after a little over a week, she became extremely bored. The first thing that she did after the divorce was change her look around a bit. She wanted a new start, a new life. The divorce made her feel a bit like she had wasted a good portion of her life. She wanted to change into someone new, and sometimes the best way to do this was to change from the outside in. She cut her hair so that it fell onto her shoulders rather than dangling past her mid-back. She was tired of her constant search for grey hairs so she decided to dye her hair for the first time. She went with a shade of blonde that was just slightly darker than her natural hue.
At forty-two she was in better shape than she had been in years. Seeing all of the young, gorgeous girls in southern California motivated Jenna like nothing else. Seeing her ex-husband's new trophy was good motivation as well. Jenna had been running regularly and even competing in local 10K races. In the last race she was in, a Turkey Trot in Dana Point on Thanksgiving, she finished fourth in her age group. She was in greater shape physically than most people her age, but emotionally she was a wreck as of late.
Jenna had never been self-conscious about her figure; well, not since high school. But she wasn't exactly proud of her lack of curves. Her 5'10" frame had always been rather slim and devoid of the curves that many models had, but she liked how she looked. But Jenna decided to enhance her figure with some new breasts. Maybe it was because her ex-husband's new wife had big, fake breasts, or just because almost every woman her age had them. She had always liked her perky little A cup breasts, but nursing the twins and forty two years of life had taken their toll on her bubblies. She decided to go with small "C" cup breasts, and she was shocked when she got home from the surgery. They looked huge! Then she realized that they were swollen. The doctor said the swelling and immense pain would subside in about a week.
So now she was bandaged, in pain, and alone. She was never one for television, so she avoided falling on that crutch as long as possible. She read by the pool, surfed the internet, and called about every friend she still had after the divorce. It is funny how you find who your true friends are after a divorce and who was just being friendly because of the relationship they or their spouse had with your husband. Now she was finding that most of the people that she thought were her friends were far from it.
After being alone for a while, Jenna started to get antsy. It was a combination of being alone, unable to work out, and in pain. Oh, and there was the horniness too. Jenna had always heard about a woman's sexual peak hitting around the late-thirties to mid-forties, but she never knew what to expect. For the most part, Jenna had become increasingly horny over the last few years. She was constantly finding dirty stories online, and fantasizing about all kinds of wild sexual escapades. Unfortunately, this new found horniness coincided with her relationship going sour with her husband, so as she was wanting satisfaction more and more, he was around less and less. Also, when he was around she seemed to be pissed off at him for one reason or another and definitely not in the mood for sex with him. Now, alone for the first time in years and unable to do much of anything while she recovered from her surgery, she returned to seeking out good erotica on the web. She would sit on the deck overlooking the ocean, sipping her coffee and reading all kinds of steamy stories. If a particular story was good enough, she would slip a hand into her lush cotton robe and play with her pussy unabashedly.
There was something about masturbating outside that was such a thrill for Jenna. Perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but she always enjoyed playing with herself outside. Even if some of the workers that kept up her estate were around, she would play with her pussy until she came day after day. Sometimes she would get so lost I a story that she would literally scream out as she came. More than once she startled a gardener or pool man with her shrieks of pleasure.
After the swelling in her chest went down, Jenna realized that a new wardrobe would have to accompany her new figure. She went down to Nordstrom's, got a personal shopper, Jeff, and spent a few months allowance on a whole new wardrobe. Jeff was a young handsome fellow whom she initially was attracted to, until she found out which team he played for. They hit it off right away, and he had her spilling her life story to him as they shopped. The first time they hit the private dressing room, they had close to a hundred different outfits to try on. .
Jenna, having confessed to having new breasts, was standing in just black lace bra and panties waiting to try on another dress when Jeff asked, or more accurately demanded that she show off her new tits.
She looked like a goddess from another time, with her bronze skin, long legs, and now prominent breasts. She pondered his request to see her new breasts, and was actually curious for an outside opinion of her new body. She reached back and unclasped her bra and let out her new treasures. Their alabaster hue stood out greatly from the bronze of the rest of her body. Her breasts looked massive against her thin frame and they stood straight out from her body as if gravity did not exist in that dressing room.
"Girl, they look great! I am glad you didn't go too big. God you have amazing skin." With that he caressed her left breast and the human touch felt amazing to Jenna.
"They are going to hang a bit more realistically in a few weeks. I guess they need to settle." Jenna said, cupping the bottoms of her breasts and shaking them a bit.
"You are gorgeous girlfriend! No wonder you got all that dough from you ex. Has anyone taken that gorgeous new body out for a test drive yet?" Jeff pinched Jenna's ass and tickled her stomach as he talked.
"Just my fingers and my dildo so far." The two of them started giggling like school girls.
When Jenna left Nordstrom's five hours later, her bank account was down about what some people pay for new cars. Her BMW was stuffed with bags of new clothes, and many more were scheduled to be delivered later in the week.
At home Jenna tried on most of the clothes again. Jeff had convinced her to go with a few new looks. One of her new looks was the sporty, hip mom. This look had short shorts and short skirts that showed off her long shapely legs. All the tops were tight, and they all accentuated her new big breasts.
