"Still no luck, Cam?" Tyler, a man in his late 30's asked with a tone that knew the answer.
"I just don't know," responded Cam, a woman in her mid-to-late 30's. "It seems like Lucas just can't get the confidence to try."
This conversation was one Tyler and Cam had about their son, Lucas, more than once. As the two settled into bed, Tyler in boxer shorts and Cam in just a gray nightshirt, the two laid back in concern for their son who had increasingly become more and more resistant to college or even finding a job.
"It's like.. I don't know, Tyler. It's like ever since he had school from home he just lost his social spark, you know?" Her husband nodded in agreement. "And when Isla broke up with him, that was the last straw."
"You know, I actually miss her," Tyler added, his wife giving him a curious side-eye. "No no. Not like that. It used to piss us off, but I actually thought it was funny whenever they would try to sneak around."
"Oh my God, yes! Our son is smart, but smooth? He is not," Cam laughed, her hand on her forehead.
"The best one had to be when we caught him catching a feel like this," Tyler, with a laugh of his own, reached over and placed his left hand on his wife's large soft breast, then squeezed it tightly through the shirt, causing the fabric and flesh beneath to spill out between his fingers.
"Oh!" Cam started with a surprise, then laughed again. "I felt so bad for her. He squeezed way too tight."
"Probably because she had itty bitty titties. Not like yours," Tyler winked and shook the breast playfully, then began to softly squeeze and rub the breast through the shirt, his wife's nipples showing through.
"Why Tyler... Compliments like that get you everywhere," Cam purred, rolling over and placing her right hand gently over her husband's crotch, lightly gripping on his hardening penis.
She moved in for a kiss and the two engaged in a makeout session. Tyler pulled her close with his left hand, his wife's breasts spreading against his chest where they touched, while his right hand began to course through her rich dark hair, down her back, and up again. The soft suckling sound of kisses would be interrupted occasionally as Cam would kiss his nose or brush her lips along Tyler's stubble. Tyler would kiss down her chin and neck, occasionally nibbling on her soft skin, causing her to giggle. Cam was gently rubbing his dick up and down as it became fully engorged, the tip poking out of the top of his underwear, where she would occasionally run her fingertip up and down said tip to tease him. Tyler lifted part of her nightshirt so he could rub her thigh and her butt, giving it a squeeze here and there, and eventually nudged her until she swung her right leg over him and was straddling.
Cam leaned down, her hands on her husband's hairy chest and began to kiss him again, her raven hair like a veil to both of them, only occasionally breaking the kiss to peer at each other and either look longingly or with a funny look. Cam rubbed her vagina against the entrapped penis, her hair making a small scratching sound upon the fabric, the heat passing from her to linger upon him. Tyler placed his hands upon her legs and rubbed them, moving his way to her buttocks to squeeze them, and then finally to her nightshirt and began to lift it. Cam rose up to help, pulling the shirt up and deciding to tease, she bunched the material just below her breasts and slowly dragged the shirt higher. The bottom of her breasts became visible as she pulled up more, revealing more bit by bit as her breasts were pulled up to her face. Then with one quick motion, she pulled her shirt all the way up and her large breasts bounced down, and while sagging just a bit were still clearly firm and full. As she moved to take her shirt all the way off as it was still around her neck, Tyler reached up and took her breasts into his hands.
"Yeah. Isla had nothing on these."
"I'd kinda hope you're not comparing your wife to a 19 year old," Cam protested, pulling the shirt off of her and tossing it to the floor, her hair falling down around her shoulders, back, and chest.
"Definitely not, baby. There's nobody else I'd rather-" Tyler pushed his hips up, his wife cooing in approval, "-get into, if you catch my drift."
"Oh, I do, baby. I definitely-," Cam shoved her hips hard down on his rock hard dick which was now feeling uncomfortable in the boxers, "-am. Tell me you remembered to pick up condoms when you were at the store?"