6 comments/ 17048 views/ 4 favorites Boob Love By: PassionPatrol Even though we've been married for over 15 years, my wife is still incredibly and newly attractive to me. She has always been striking-- classically and innocently beautiful with a tall and slender body that had filled out in all the right places over the years as our family grew and we headed into our thirties. Over the years our sex life has been OK; we don't have excellent communication in that area, but I have been satisfied overall and my sexual needs have been met, mostly because I am (of course) the horny one in the couple who finds a way to get what I need or want most of the time. The fun of the marriage sex life has been its expansion over time, kind of like the Japanese marriage culture where it "starts cold and becomes hot." A staple for me is the blow job; even though Amy is, overall, conservative and reserved, she has been a somewhat willing and routine provider of quite outstanding blow jobs since our dating days. I think she has sensed that I love it and need it, so even if our sex is not dynamic, her willingness to suck my cock to make me cum has filled the gaps. So, overall I have been happy sexually while still pushing to new but still fairly tame areas over the years. One recent early spring night we had invited Amy's parents to our house to play games, one of the old-fashioned parts of life that Amy is known for. The four of us had surrounded our large kitchen table to play board games. Our house was built in the 1970's, and kind of a cool design relic is a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror affixed to the wall along the side of our kitchen table. It makes eating as you face the mirror a little awkward, but tonight I was sitting with my back to the mirror as we played games and Amy sat across from me at an angle to my right. As we played and laughed during the night, I caught my wife checking herself out now and then in the mirror, grabbing short glimpses and seemingly adjusting her body or the angle of the arm she was leaning on to capture the most flattering reflection. I was kind of turned on by the sight-- and super turned on when I noticed her pull her bra strap up her shoulder, which lifted and placed her left boob in a way that featured its fullness as her sweater drew underneath, making a shadow. The move was subtle, but I absolutely knew what she was doing, and my cock immediately became hard. I realize this makes me more than a little perverted, but it was definitely a turn-on that her parents were at the table. I traveled back in time to our days dating in high school, when we would fool around on the den couch as Amy's parents sat close by in the other room. A favorite memory (and one I jerk off to occasionally) is the time during our junior year in high school when my innocent little wife actually grabbed my cock under a blanket that was laid over us and jerked me up and down secretly as her parents sat and talked to us a few feet away at their den table. So, there is a kind of naughty side to her, which I quietly hoped was emerging at the game table tonight. My wife's boobs are really pretty awesome, and I am definitely a boob man. However, I am more of a blow job man, so her willingness to suck cock has caused me to, in some ways, bypass this awesome sexual play feature of hers. She has full 36 C's, and larger nipples that become super hard when she's cold or horny. Seeing Amy admire her boobs in the mirror, I became 100% focused on a sexual encounter featuring those big, full boobs that I had neglected far too much. I reached under the table because my cock was harder than it had ever been and needed to be pushed up under my waist band. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I could have jacked myself off right there with only a few pumps as I stared at her tits pushing against her light pink sweater-- something she caught me doing a couple of times over the next fifteen minutes. A few rounds of games had been started and completed, but I had a hard time paying attention. We have moved on to Jenga-- but I could only think of the big boobs flopping under that sweater. After the tower fell, I caught my wife's eyes and dropped my stare down, lifting my brows as if to say, "Holy shit-- look at those boobs. I gotta have you right now." She became immediately embarrassed as she understood my nonverbal communication and shot back a soft "shame on you" frown and adjusted herself as if to hide her boobs. I could tell that she was a bit flattered (not wanting to be) and my cock throbbed more and more under the table as she shifted again, nervously, out of her own tiny sense of shame. At about that time my teenage daughter came in the house and drew everyone's attention. The Jenga game had come to an end, and mys began fawning over their oldest grandchild as I began to pick up the game-- which I only offered to do so I could be near my wife and have a long, shameless leer at her breasts. She too had stayed at the table, and I made my way over to her side of the table to pick up some of the pieces. My real goal was to "accidentally" bump her breast while cleaning up, which I did. She gave me that naughty look again-- and I just had to get a hold of them. Amy knew it and felt it, and my stomach flooded with butterflies when she said just loud enough for people to hear, "I need to pee" and made her way down the long corridor to our master bedroom area. I waited judiciously, hoping to conceal from thes and their granddaughter my intent to sexually grope the daughter and mother who trotted out of the room ahead of me. As I made my way into our bathroom, my cock was raging. Amy was in the toilet stall, actually doing as she she had announced. I walked past the door to the end of our long bathroom, and stood-- waiting for her to come out so I could get my hands, mouth and hopefully my cock all over those huge breasts. As she emerged, she grinned a little, perhaps not having heard me follow her in. In a playful way as shem washed her hands, she asked "What brought you in here?" We are not dirty talkers in bed, but this was clearly one of those sex-life expansion moments that are so hot and dirty that I went with it. I said, "Are you going to let me see those huge things?" as a made a determined walk toward her, my cheeks bright red and my cock protruding (but still in my pants). I felt like the alpha male of the pack intent on tupping the young female. As I neared her, Amy reeled a little bit as I grabbed each breast tenderly but intently-- or maybe she was playing along as the fragile little doe who is about to have the buck's raging cock at her ass and can't quite deal with it. "Easy..." she said-- which I hoped did not mean I wouldn't be blowing my load imminently. That was not the case at all, and she was definitely game for me featuring her boobs in a quick bathroom tryst with her parents 25 feet down the hall. It was clear that she loved being wanted and even was excited by being objectified her breasts. I guided her down by the shoulders onto her vanity bench. Amy lifted her sweater up over her tits, allowing it to hang there as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She quickly and awkwardly returned my heated, passionate kiss to the right side of her face as my hands went down to each side boob and pushed them gently together. I stood upright to look at her boobs as I fondled them, and I began to wonder if she planned on blowing me. For the first time ever, I found myself NOT wanting her mouth around my cock. As she sat with her face at cock-height, I continued to fondle those big tits, bending over to kiss and suck them and rolling my big hands to the outside and underneath to cup their fullness while extending my ring fingers up to stroke her hard nipples. I pulled my right hand back and undid the button of my pants before standing straight up again, right in front of her. The image of my beautiful wife sitting there, big, firm breasts exposed and waiting to see my cock is indelibly burnt into my sexual memory. I dropped my pants and boxers, my throbbing cock at high attention as we said no words. She reached out and wrapped her pretty hand around my full length and began to jerk me slowly and then faster, her boobs jiggling with her arm movements. I moaned, and then sensed her moving forward to take my cock in her mouth, which I stopped by gently putting my hands back on her shoulders and fixing my gaze on hers. "This isn't going to take long" I said, and "I like your hand" as I bent down and passionately kissed her, cupping her breasts and stroking her erect nipples from underneath again. She began to jerk me harder as our tongues became entwined. I pulled back from our kiss and stood straight up again to watch her stroking hand, flushed cheeks, swaying breasts and protruded nipples. "Hold them up" I said, which she didn't seem to understand. "Push them up, from underneath." She swung her left arm down up and below her boobs, forming a shelf that upon which they rested, pressing upward but still moving in the cadence of her jerking right arm. Instinctively, I reached to the base of my cock and slid it to mid-shaft, displacing her hand with mine. I have never masturbated in front of my wife-- something way beyond our mainstream sexual pattern. But there I stood, my throbbing cock in my hand and her ample breasts and hard nipples inches away. I began to jerk myself, throwing in a moan / giggle to break the silence-- but more to recognize the moment of crossing a new sexual threshold. Despite the routineness of blow jobs in our marriage, I had never cum in my wife's mouth-- and had never cum on her at all. But in this extended moment-- which began with my fixation on her great boobs and then cascaded into me standing, my rock hard, beet-red cock in my own hand, jerking-- I wanted nothing more than to unload my cum onto her breasts and chest. As my climax neared and I watched her face turn and breasts sway, I had conscious thought of the sexual moment we were in-- carnal, erotic, and animal-- but not unsensual. She was submissive and I was aggressive-- but it fell within the natural, sexual order of things; she wanted to be wanted-- coveted, desired, conquered-- and I, my cock ready to erupt-- wanted to dominate, to conquer, to unleash. My cum shot onto the top of her right breast, and she reeled, saying a quick "Oooh" as a word of surprise before a second shot landed at the top of her cleavage and ran, quickly, down-- a much thinner and more effusive load than normal, which I attributed to the depth and intensity of my arousal. I jerked, now more than a little self conscious of doing this in front of her, as I bent over and kissed the top of her head and squeezed out the rest of my load. "Whoah" I said, to express the depth of my enjoyment. "That was kinky." "Get me a towel to clean this up" she said, lightly, and in a way that suggested that she, too, had been brought back from the eroticism to a point of self-consciousness. I grabbed a towel and helped her clean up, but I was more intent on watching her wipe my cum from her boobs and cleavage. I was happy that she was giggling a bit at the naughtiness of the moment, and I was sad to see her fold those big breasts back into her bra as we prepared to return to the living room for some more time with her parents.