Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 10
With regular visits to Gina as a hidden part of the mix, Peter and Amanda continued with the uneventful chores of everyday living ... and loving. Her Samuel Hopkins book had been accepted by Yale University Press and was in the final editing stages. As soon as that task was done, the couple had agreed that Amanda would toss her birth control pills in the trash. It would then be time to make a baby!
A 130 year-old Victorian house on a big lot demands a lot of upkeep; as a result, much of Peter's spare time on the weekends was devoted to both house repairs and lawn care. He liked to keep his house looking shipshape in keeping with the well-kept nature of the neighborhood. Peter was on the board of the neighborhood association and felt he ought to set an example in this respect.
One of the problems in that regard was the sometimes-overgrown character of the house next door. The elderly widow who owned that rambling structure had been moved by her family to a nursing home in which, instead of quickly dying, she continued to linger and linger. She retained the belief — wholly at odds with the medical evidence — that she was merely visiting the nursing home and would return to her beloved Elm Avenue home any day now. She absolutely refused to allow the house to be sold; however, she retained, in spite of her weakened physical condition, such remarkable mental acuity as to be able, thanks to the aid of her longtime family attorney, to fend off her children's multiple attempts to place her under a guardianship which would have put the house on the market the very next day.
As a result, the house just sat and sat. At least, the family lawyer had been able to convince the old woman to allow the house to be rented, "just until you're stronger and able to return home, of course, my dear." Consequently, a local property management firm had been renting it out to a succession of families who needed short-term housing for one reason or another.
Because of the quality of the neighborhood, the house commanded a high rental; as a result, the families who had shuttled though the house had been high quality folks for the most part who took pretty good care of the dwelling. Still, on account of the short-term nature of their tenancies, they naturally devoted less time and effort to the upkeep of the property that Peter did to his own house. The lawn next door especially tended to look disreputable much of the time — at least in comparison to its well-manicured neighbors. The house was increasingly in need of painting as well. Peter fervently wished the old lady (or her attorney — he was the one in charge), would double its lawn care and repainting budgets until the house was finally put on the market and sold. Most of all, he just wished it would sell! To someone! To nearly anyone!
Peter was mulling over these considerations one Saturday afternoon while spreading fertilizer on the front lawn. He suddenly noticed a U-Haul truck pulling up in front of the house next door. Two swarthy fellows in dirty khakis and flannel shirts hopped out and began to unlatch the rear sliding door.
The property had been vacant for a couple of months; however, it appeared that a new renter was taking occupancy. That goodness for that! There was nothing worse for the community than an empty house. Having people in residence pretty much eliminated the opportunity for local teenagers to break into the house to hold parties at which booze, drugs, and sex were freely exchanged. Indeed, this was exactly what had happened several times in the past.
Because the house was still furnished with the widow's furniture, most renters simply stored their furniture and moved in only their personal effects and a few other favorite items — usually electronic. In this case, it appeared that the new occupants had hired a couple of Hispanic fellows to help with the task. Moments later, a sleek Lexus 400 pulled up the drive and disgorged two passengers. Peter was willing to bet they were the new tenants.
The first person out of the car was clearly the man of the house. From a distance, he did not look like a particularly impressive specimen of his gender. He appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, more than a bit stout, and engaged in an early (and losing) battle with male pattern baldness. He had a pleasant, if rather anonymous face, but looked like the sort of fellow who would end up being a good, if nondescript, neighbor. Based on Peter's very preliminary assessment, the guy was very likely a serious nerd.
Peter caught of flash of blonde as a woman — presumably Mrs Nerd — got out of the Lexus. Goodness! What a fatty she was! She was wearing a shapeless, flowing gown typical of women who want to hide their gross obesity but who only succeed in calling attention to it. She seemed to be in her thirties somewhere. Probably her late thirties.
Peter knew that snap judgments like this were unfair; nonetheless, this couple did not look like the sort of folks who might end up joining the Wyeth's social circle. Still, there was such a thing as being neighborly, so Peter dropped his rake and walked over to say hello.
"Hi, I'm Peter Wyeth," Peter began.
"Norman Lamson," the fellow responded. "Nice to meet you, Peter."
"Unless I miss my guess," Peter continued, "I'll bet you're the new tenants over here."
"Right on the money," Norman said." We're taking possession as we speak."
"Great, Norman," Peter said. "That's going to make my wife Amanda and me your next door neighbors. Welcome to the neighborhood!"
"Thanks, Peter," Norman enthused, "We're only going to be here for a couple of months or so but it looks as though we're going to like living here a lot. Swarthmore is a lovely town and Elm Avenue is such a pretty street. The house is a little big for just the two of us but it's such a great old house that we snapped it up the second we laid eyes on it"
"It's a great house," Peter agreed.
"My goodness," Norman suddenly broke in, "I'm being rude. Let me introduce my wife Julie."
Julie Lamson looked up and gave Peter a warm but appraising look. Peter was used to being sexually checked out by nearly all the women he met, so he did not really give it a second thought. The truth was that, having noticed her poundage, he was not giving her much scrutiny.
"We bought a house in St Davids," Mr Lamson went on. "It needed a lot of renovation. The place was supposed to be ready by now and so we sold our house in Cynwyd on the strength of our contractor's promises."
"Let me guess," Peter ventured. "The place in St Davids is not ready but the purchasers in Cynwyd needed to take possession."
"Right on the money," Mr Lamson responded with a wry grin. "We needed a place for two or three months as a bridge residence. Our realtor on the Cynwyd house came up with this place. It's on the commuter line, of course, so I can get down to my law office in Center City almost as quickly as from Cynwyd. And so here we are!"
"And it's nice that you are," Peter announced.
Norman Lamson was indeed a nerd. Up close he turned out to have vaguely piggish facial features. His waistline was definitely in need of some serious work. And his receding hairline undoubtedly made him look older than he probably was. Close up, Norman could almost be any age — thirties, forties, you name it. Still, he seemed to be a pleasant sort of chap, the sort of guy Peter would enjoy chatting with when they met while taking out the garbage. The relationship was unlikely to develop beyond that point, however.
Julie Lamson seemed at first glance to be in desperate need of an even more thoroughgoing makeover than her husband. She was about 5' 7", Peter guessed; he was not, however, about to make a guess as to her other dimensions. From the looks of her tent-like dress, though, she appeared to have an absolutely enormous body. It was a pity because up close she turned out to have a very pretty face. And her long, flowing blonde hair was attractive as well. From the neck up, Julie was actually quite a looker! Too bad her body hadn't kept pace.
The Wyeths and the Lamsons continued sporadically to see each other at a distance over the next several weeks. Although they were on a first-name basis, their contact was polite but not particularly frequent. Peter, however, had gotten increasingly curious about Julie. First, she really gave him smoldering looks every time their paths crossed. This happened so often to Peter, though, that this sort of sexual interest was really a matter of course for the handsome, muscular fellow. Still, when it was your next-door neighbor.... Plus, these looks were not just appraising once-overs — they were truly smoldering!
Peter had begun to wonder what was under Julie's extraordinarily roomy dresses. From the way her dresses hung on her body, she seemed to have quite a large bosom. Still, big tits on a fat body were insufficient to float Peter's boat; for Peter, the two tended to cancel themselves out in the sexual equation. Peter was looking for huge, firm tits on a slim, curvaceous body, tits whose size was wildly out of proportion to the slim frame from which they sprouted. That was the sort of build that stiffened up his love muscle.
On the other hand, Julie by no means had a fat face; it was the sort of face one would expect to see perched atop a slim body, not an obese mountain of flesh. Moreover, the more often Peter saw Julie, the better looking she seemed to get. In the end, he had to admit that his neighbor had quite a pretty face. She had the sort of angelic blonde beauty that reminded Peter of the high school cheerleaders he had always coveted but, because of his attendance at an all boys' boarding school, had never hooked up with. Of course, Peter had never seen a girl leading cheers with a bloated body like Julie's. The poor woman's face and body simply did not mesh. Sad and strange!
Then, too, it clear that even with her pretty face and flowing blonde hair, Julie was not doing all she could with her good points. Her face was pretty but she did not seem to wear any makeup at all. Just a touch of lipstick and blush would have made her even prettier, Peter thought. In addition, her hair was a bit unkempt as well. A trip to the Hair Cuttery could really fix that up. On reflection, Peter decided that a Julie who did just a little with her face and hair might even be gorgeous. Still, there was the problem of her body, and that was a big problem!
Another discordant note with respect to his neighbor's appearance arose one day when Peter happened to see Julie unloading groceries from the back of their Ford Bronco. Some soup cans had apparently fallen out of the bag and rolled to the front of the rear compartment. Julie therefore had to lean far into the back of the vehicle to retrieve them.
During the act of reaching deep into the SUV, Julie's dress got pulled way up high on her legs. For a second or two, her hemline had actually gotten hiked up to a point well above mid-thigh. Peter was stunned! Julie's legs were not fat at all; instead, they were actually gorgeously formed. They were killer legs, in fact. What's more, her thighs were absolutely sleek and luscious! What a pair of pins Julie had!
Peter enjoyed this glimpse of Julie's legs and thighs, even if for only a second or two. The experience confused him even more, however; what was the story here, he wondered. The woman had a thin very attractive face and perfectly formed luscious legs and thighs. If Julie was this fine at either end of her body, how on earth did she get so fat in the middle? It just didn't make any sense! Bodies weren't built like that!
All of a sudden, Peter was struck by a thought so powerful that it resembled a thunderbolt from the heavens. What if Julie wasn't fat at all? Jesus! From the way Julie's commodious dresses flared out over her trunk, it was crystal clear that she had a big pair of tits. What if her tits were the only thing about Julie that was fat? Jesus! Was that possible?
The more Peter considered the idea, the more thinkable it became. Big tits on a shapely body made a whole lot more sense than killer legs, a thin face, and a bloated body. God! He might have been living next door to a gigantic pair of tits atop a slender, curvy body for weeks without even realizing it. Jesus!
Peter absolutely had to investigate this matter further. But how? Suddenly he was struck by the answer. It was so obvious! The Wyeths would invite the Lamsons to a pool party! Just the two couples, though, so the Lamsons could feel comfortable. Julie would almost surely have to wear a swimming outfit; under those circumstances, the true shape of her body would be revealed. What a great idea!
What's more, Amanda loved pool parties; an invitation to the Lamsons would seem like the most natural thing in the world. After all, they had at one time or another invited nearly all the temporary next-door tenants to a social event centered around the pool. Plus the temperature had been in the 90s the last few days and the weather forecast promised more of the same. What could be more natural than a pool party? This was a super idea!
Of course, if Julie really was built along the lines of Peter's suspicions, the fact she wore nothing but muumuu type dresses to hide her massive bust might lead her to decline the invitation. She might think that anatomical anonymity was the better course to follow with her new neighbors. To play it safe, Peter decided he would have Amanda invite the couple by extending the invitation to Julie personally. Girl to girl. He would keep out of the process entirely.
It worked! "They can come this Friday night," Amanda informed her husband a couple of days later. "It was funny though," she added. "Julie seemed to engage in the longest pause before she said 'Yes.' During that pause it suddenly struck me that on account of her figure — she seems to be so fat, after all — it might have been an insensitive sort of invitation to extend for our first social engagement with them. Still, it is so hot and all ... Plus, it will just be the four of us. In the end Julie said they'd love to come over. For a while, she seemed so doubtful, though!"
As the evening of the pool party drew nigh, Peter could hardly contain his excitement. He was doing his best to act blasé in front of Amanda — he certainly did not want to arouse any suspicions on her part! — but the truth was that Peter was ready to burst with curiosity. It seemed certain that the mystery of Julie's figure was going to be solved that night. Given Peter's breast obsession, he had a very compelling interest in what the solution to that mystery was going to be!
Peter had to admit that he could not help from examining Julie with a heightened intensity every time their paths crossed. He was looking for some evidence, some hint, of what lay underneath the those ultra-commodious dresses his outsized neighbor invariably wore.
His scrutiny was not productive; Julie did not engage in any body twists or turns that might have silhouetted her figure. The dresses were so tent-like that Peter could not even get a fix on the size of Julie' s butt. Small? Fat? His neighbor's flowing gowns simply never molded themselves to her body. Oh well, the evidence would all be out in the open soon enough!
At the same time, Peter could tell that she could tell that he was really checking her out. Ever since the invitation had been extended, Julie had begun giving Peter sexy little smiles every time they spotted each other. Peter realized with a start that he was beginning to show some serious interest in his neighbor before he had any idea whether he really was interested in being interested in her at all! Each one of Julie's coquettish little smiles was therefore causing Peter some measure of concern. What was he getting into here?
The question of what Peter was going to wear to the pool party was of some wifely concern. This was a subject on which Amanda had notably firm convictions. When they were first married, Peter habitually wore body-hugging bikini briefs around the pool; he felt they nicely showed off his body. Amanda retorted that they showed off way too much of his body — particularly the portion between his legs. Normally, he wore a suit of that cut only when they were alone and it was pretty clear that the suit was only a very temporary body covering. Still, he thought he might at least try on the bikini suit. It would be fun to get a rise out of Amanda.
When Friday night finally arrived, therefore, Peter appeared in the kitchen wearing one of his skimpiest and tightest swimming suits. It certainly complemented his trim, well-muscled body. At the same time, his massive genitals, although not in the least aroused, jutted out of his suit as if he had contracted a serious case of elephantiasis of the groin! The elongated bulge seemed to be poking nearly a foot out his suit. It was actually pulling the waistband of the swimming suit away from his body! The view was supremely and absolutely obscene!
Peter got precisely the reaction he was fishing for. "You can't wear that!" Amanda declared in a notably shrill tone. "You've got to be kidding!"
"You're right ... I am kidding!" Peter acknowledged with a grin. Accordingly, he went back up stairs and put on his loosest pair of boxer swimming trunks. "And don't forget to wear a jock strap!" he heard Amanda yell upstairs as he entered their bedroom.
As he examined himself in the full-length mirror, Peter could tell that, unlike the knit bikini suit out of which his massive cock had jutted like an absolute log, this suit, especially with the addition of a jock strap, tended to reduce his genitals to a mere extremely noticeable bulge. Peter shrugged. The truth was that anything Peter put on to go swimming was going to announce that he was hugely hung. His thick sixteen-inch dick was simply not going to run away and hide! He knew that one glance at his groin was going to be sufficient to give Julie the full picture in even this loose-fitting swimming suit. That, needless to say, was the idea! I check our your assets and in return I give you an idea of mine!
"Amanda rolled her eyes when Peter returned to the kitchen for a re-inspection. "You shouldn't really even be wearing those!" she proclaimed. "Just try to avoid getting a hard-on, okay, honey?"
"I promise," Peter smirked. "At least not until our guests leave. After that I make no promises."
Peter was slouched in a deck chair sipping a gin and tonic while Amanda was fussing with some appetizers in the kitchen when the guests arrived. He was in a high state of anticipation.
"Hi, I hope we're not early," Norman ventured as the couple slipped though the bushes and stepped onto the concrete pool apron. Peter stood up and turned around to greet them. As he caught an initial glimpse of Julie, though, he thought his legs were going to buckle and cause him to hit the deck! His legs had suddenly gotten so rubbery that Peter had to grab on his chair to keep from collapsing!
The cause of this sudden disability was simple. In a twinkling of an eye, the mystery of his neighbor's figure had been solved — absolutely and conclusively! Julie was certainly not fat — except up top where for Peter it really counted. Up there, on the other hand — WOW! — Julie was incredibly fat! She was not just buxom ... She was absurdly, almost obscenely buxom. Her tits were just gigantic!
Peter was making this judgment without actually seeing Julie's breasts. His neighbor was wearing a terrycloth top over her swimming suit. It sported a modest scoop neck and its length extended to about mid-thigh. The two massive bulges under that terrycloth top left absolutely no doubt, however, about what was underneath that garment. This beachwear was confirming beyond any doubt what Julie's everyday tent-dresses had managed to conceal. The only thing fat about Julie was her chest! That part of her body — and that part only — was astonishingly, unimaginably obese!
The twin massive bulges under the top were actually beyond huge! They were easily the size of watermelons; on second glance, Peter decided they were bigger than watermelons. Jesus! Their astonishing length entailed that these two mountains of tit meat dropped down to a point near Julie's waist. They were fantastic!
The two ultra-watermelons were being given some support not only by the terrycloth robe but also (Peter assumed), by a swimming suit of some sort. Peter wondered if, free of the robe and swimming suit, Julie's heavy jugs might not extend nearly to her upper thighs! Without a swimming suit, Peter was willing to bet that the bulges would extend nearly to the hem of the outer garment at least! As it was, because of the size of these monstrous bulges, the hem of the terrycloth top was actually getting pulled away from Julie's thighs. Good God! How could tits be so fucking big!
As he stared open-mouthed and transfixed by Julie's massive bosom for a few seconds, Peter was also astounded by the width of these gigantic balloons of breast flesh. The bulges under the terrycloth top were much wider than Julie's trunk! Peter guessed that her colossal tits probably extended some six inches or so beyond the expanse of her body on either side. What a fucking pair!
The scoop-necked terrycloth top itself was fully buttoned. Still, Julie's bosom was so vast that the hint of an immense cleavage was highly conspicuous just below her neck and above the top of the garment. A remarkably pronounced cleavage was therefore in evidence at the point at which the terrycloth top began to cover Julie's body. Jesus! Peter could not even have begun to estimate how many inches deep the cleft between her titanic breasts would have measured even at the very beginning of this fleshy junction. Fuck!
As if the sheer size of Julie's colossal tits was not enough, Peter could tell that they were really, really firm. That is, although an old woman's breasts could certainly sag and droop down to her waist, Peter could tell from the proud tilt of his neighbor's tits that they were firm and solid from top to bottom. Jesus!
But not too solid! As Norman and Julie continued on their journey over the concrete apron to greet their host, Peter was transfixed at the way Julie's gigantic bosom jiggled, bounced, quivered, and shook with each footfall. From the fleshy, Jell-O-like movements of his neighbor's titanic bosom as she and her husband approached, Peter was pretty sure he was looking at the real McCoy ... He doubted there was an ounce of silicone inside those fleshy torpedoes. They were for real! Fuck Almighty! The thought that he had finally seen a pair of cans bigger than Lakisha's inexplicably raced through his mind.
Peter suddenly remembered his characterization of Julie's face as cheerleader-like. Wow! Julie was not only as good-looking as the most beautiful cheerleader Peter had ever seen but also she was actually as beautiful as an angel! She was almost a paradigm of the sort of cheerleader after whom teen-age males traditionally lusted.
Her figure was a different matter! Peter couldn't imagine a cheerleader — or an angel either! — with honkers like this! He could not conceive of a girl with Julie's titanic bosom leading cheers. The very thought of those watermelon-sized tits bouncing up and down as Julie did back flips to provoke the crowd to express higher and higher levels of enthusiasm was unthinkable. A sight like Julie jumping up and down would certainly get the crowd cheering, Peter realized; they would not be yelling, clapping, or stamping their feet for the home team, however! Hell, Peter realized, if Julie actually did back flips, her tits would reach beyond the top of her head if she were able to leap high enough — or if, as part of a cheerleading routine, she were turned upside down.
As he examined her face — anything to keep his eyes from roaming below Julie's neck! — Peter could see that she had put on a bit of makeup tonight. Her hair was carefully combed and trimmed; Julie had clearly given her appearance some serious attention. This personal grooming made her look sensational! Julie was not just pretty — she was beautiful! What's more, Peter lowered his age estimate from somewhere in her thirties to thirty tops. Julie was a stunner!
All of this observation took only a second or two. Peter hoped his astonishment at being confronted by the most fantastically enormous pair of tits he had ever imagined, let alone actually seen, was not too obvious. As he shook Norman's hand, he could tell that the fellow was utterly clueless as to Peter's amazement. Either he had not noticed Peter's serious ogle of his wife's bosom, or he was so used to it that he no longer bothered to react.
Peter's handshake with Julie was a different matter, however. As her smiling eyes greeted her host, Peter immediately saw in those windows to the soul a high awareness of the intense scrutiny she had just undergone. Her generous mouth was warmly smiling as well. Finally, as the new friends broke their short handshake, Peter could have sworn that Julie gave him a subtle but nonetheless noticeable wink! Her eyes even seemed to be glittering with interest! Peter's unbelievably buxom neighbor was plainly not offended by his frank appraisal of her shockingly buxom figure; on the contrary, she seemed to warmly welcome it! With a body like that she undoubtedly knew exactly what the score was.
A second scan of his buxom neighbor confirmed Peter's earlier impressions. The rest of Julie's body did indeed fully measure up to Peter's earlier stolen glimpses. Her face was really beautiful ... just this side of drop dead gorgeous. Julie was not in Amanda's league — who was? — but she was a very, very attractive woman in a healthy blonde, Nordic sort of way. What's more, the brief assessment of her legs that day at the back of the SUV proved accurate as well. Julie had a lovely pair of legs. In fact, they were killer legs!
As for her bottom, well, the terrycloth top covered it up. The state of his neighbor's butt was going to have to await the general unveiling that would occur when the terrycloth top itself came off — if it did! Peter couldn't wait!
Still when the threesome turned to walk over to the drinks table with Peter walking a few steps behind his neighbors, the breast-crazed fellow noted that the size of Julie's immense bosom was so stretching out the front of her terrycloth top that the rear of the garment was tightly molded to the contours of her rump. Man! Peter could tell from the flare of the garment that Julie's butt was going to be very tight and shapely. Julie's unveiling — when and if it took place! — was going to expose a whole lot of goodies!
Well, Peter was going to have to be patient! Julie made no immediate move to disrobe. Amanda soon walked out from the kitchen with heaping platters of food. The couples sat around and chatted, sipped drinks, nibbled appetizers, cooked barbecued chicken on the grill, wolfed down this main course with potato salad and corn on the cob, and finished up with a key lime pie. The food was plain American Comfort Food but it was delicious and the conversation was generally sparkling. Norman did put a drag on the proceedings by describing in excruciating detail some complex multi-district litigation in which his firm was involved; he thereby proved the accuracy of Voltaire's dictum that the best way to be boring is to tell everything.
At the same time, Julie seemed to acting as if she liked what she saw in Peter. Was it his imagination, or did Julie look down a couple of times to inspect the tented-out bulge in his swimming trunks? The trunks were very loose, but Peter knew that his massive genitals really bulged out of them quite noticeably notwithstanding. The dimensions of a cock that size were almost always going to be evident to some degree! It was simply not possible that the improbable size of this shocking bulge had escaped his neighbor's notice. If she had noticed it, she must have liked what she saw, for Julie was acting very friendly indeed. Admittedly, this friendliness seemed directed even more towards Amanda than to Peter; still, the giant-cocked fellow felt sure he was getting high marks from his ultra-buxom neighbor as well.
Julie's terrycloth top stayed firmly in place throughout the pre-dinner drinks and dinner itself. Peter managed for the most part to keep his eyes on Julie's face and off her chest during this period. He was desperately hoping that the couples might get in a swim before the evening was over; however, there was no way on earth he personally was going to suggest an activity that required Julie to shuck her top. That sort of suggestion was appropriate only for Norman or perhaps Amanda to make. Peter was simply going to have to bide his time.
To Peter's surprise, it was Julie who made the suggestion. "I'm just boiling up, folks," she announced as the foursome were finishing up their after-dinner coffee. "Would anyone object if I cooled off by jumping in the pool?"
Far from objecting, everyone thought a dip in the pool was a great idea. Peter, however, was extremely careful to look away — far away — when he sensed that Julie was beginning to unbutton her beach top. Accordingly, he fixed his gaze on a tree trunk ninety degrees from where Julie was standing. He was not going to get caught looking at the unveiling, as amazing and boner building as it was certain to be!
Peter put temptation firmly behind him by leaping in the pool and diving deep into its depths. Peter hoped that the shock of entering the water would help dissipate the incipient hard-on that the mere thought of Julie stripping down to her bikini had begun to engender.
By the time Peter had come up for air, all four neighbors had jumped into the pool. Peter had the strongest sense that Julie was behind him near the shallow end of the pool; consequently, he made a point of looking in the other direction where Norman and Amanda were treading water. Peter instinctively knew that his best strategy was to keep his eyes off Julie. Were he even to glance at his unimaginably buxom neighbor, the look on his face might alert not just Julie but Norman and, most important of all, Amanda herself that he had been struck dumb by the size of her jugs.
Norman then cleared the path for Peter to take a covert gander at Julie's unveiled giant lungs by starting to swim toward his wife. Amanda made it easier still by joining their neighbor on the watery journey. Peter then slowly pivoted around in the water for a look at what he knew was going to be an amazing sight to behold.
Jesus H. Christ! Peter again thought he was going to faint! Julie was standing in the water at the shallowest portion of the pool. The water at that point was lapping against her upper thighs at a point just above her crotch. Julie's watermelon sized tits seemed to be touching the top of the water. Hell, a second look disclosed that they were actually floating in the water! In fact, they were positively threatening to float away from her torso like pontoons! Fuck! They were so massive! The size of her shocking pink bikini top was almost tent-like. Yet the shocking size of Julie's bosom was too much for even that expanse of material to cover.
At the same time, the brassiere portion of the bikini did have a lot of help. The straps holding it up were amazingly wide for a bikini top. Peter judged that they must be three inches wide at least. But what heavy lifting they were required to undertake!
Peter noticed that Julie's cleavage started just below her collarbone. Within mere inches, this cleavage was something like five or six inches deep. Wow! Before long the tops of Julie's massive breasts had swelled out to such an extent that they totally obscured the width of her trunk. Fuck almighty!
The cleavage went on and on and got deeper and deeper. Julie's giant tits did not even encounter her bikini top until somewhere below the level of her waist! Jesus! By this time the length and width of her exposed jugs was monumental. These tits were really and truly too big to be true!
At last the colossal milkers disappeared into the vastness of Julie's enormous bikini top. Yet because the size of Julie's tits simply overpowered the capacity of the bikini top, what Peter knew was a huge garment looked instead as if it were a mere scrap of material. Jesus H. Christ! What a fucking pair!
The fact the bikini top was wet made the view even more electrifying. The material was clinging erotically to Julie's skin. It was so thin as to be almost transparent.
Thrills ran up and down Peter's back. He might be looking at the biggest tits on Earth! At least on a girl whose body was otherwise slim and trim. Even when they were lightly floating in the water, Peter suddenly realized that Julie's gigantic udders must actually hang low enough to cover up her cunt! Jesus! A guy would have to move her tits out of the way in order to fuck the huge-breasted beauty! What a delicious engineering problem that would be to solve! Peter suddenly wondered if he would ever get to see those colossal tits in their glorious nakedness in order to see if his speculation about their size had any foundation in fact. The possibility made him shiver with anticipation!
Peter's guess was that these shockingly huge milkers must measure nearly a foot across in the area of the areolae. Her tits were so huge and heavy that they just seem jammed up against each other by the force of gravity — this was why Julie's cleavage was so sensationally deep. Oh, man!
Even more exciting, Peter could see a glimpse of brown sticking out of the top of each cup. Jesus! Julie's areolae were peeking out of her bikini top! Peter's reeling brain told him that his impossibly buxom neighbor's giant breasts must feature incredibly huge areolae as well!
And her nipples! Indentations that were easily as thick as a thumb and an inch or so in length at least were sticking straight out from her breasts. Peter assumed that their erect state might be the result of shock caused by jumping in the water. At the same time, Peter considered, her nipples must get even longer and stiffer when she makes love. Fuck!
Peter was sure that his jaw must have dropped open. He simply could not keep his eyes off Julie's gigantic pair of tits. Thank God that Amanda and Norman were busy doing the Australian crawl to his rear and so could not see the effect the shocking size of Julie's bosom was having on the poor fellow. Need we add that his giant cock was beginning to stiffen up as well?
Peter thanked his lucky stars as well that the two swimmers could not see the look Julie was giving Peter. After he had examined Julie's massive hooters as they lightly floated in the water with what Peter was sure was slack-jawed, lustful attention, he looked up and exchanged glances with his impossibly buxom neighbor.
Jesus! Julie's eyes were riveted to his. She was giving him an appraising, frank, and very open look. She had a small smile on her face. Her smoldering countenance seemed to ask, "Do you like what you see?" More than that, the look seemed to announce, "I certainly like what I see!" This message was being transmitted loud and clear!
At this point, Peter and Julie's eyes had locked. Positively electric sexual signals were relentlessly surging between the two neighbors. In a second, each had acknowledged a serious sexual interest in the other. Then, just as Norman and Amanda were about to come up for air, Julie blew Peter a subtle kiss! Man! Peter responded with a big smile and a wink, to which Julie replied with a wink of her own. It was as if Peter and Julie had made each other a carnal offer, which had been mutually and immediately accepted! The timing of that performance — though certainly not its terms and conditions! — was going to have to be decided on later, however!
Peter was very, very careful to keep his eyes off Julie's body for the rest of the evening. He ventured at most brief glances at her pretty face. He knew that he was going to have to play it very cool with his neighbor. Not simply for the sake of being coy with her — Peter knew that Julie knew exactly how interested he was in her giant bosom, not to mention the goodies that went along with it — but for that of Amanda and Norman. Showing any interest in her figure would be the reddest of flags to wave in front of those two!
At the same time, Peter guessed he must have peeked somewhere other than Julie's face to some minor extent. He could not help noticing, for example, that his neighbor had an extremely luscious rear end. Julie's ass, Peter noticed when the unimaginably buxom woman walked to the drink table to fix a gin and tonic, was in the class of her bosom — it was really something! The way Julie's tight yet voluptuous ass cheeks rocked and rolled while she walked was so arousing! Her rump was just outstanding! And her very skimpy bikini bottom — it was little bigger than two sewn-together pocket-handkerchiefs — was doing a great job of showcasing those scrumptious globes of ass meat!
The truth was that on account of Julie's gorgeous face, sexy hair, curvy rump, sleek thighs, and perfectly formed calves, she would have been a 9 at least with even an A-cup chest When one combined those other features with Julie's massive shelf of tit meat, Peter thought his buxom neighbor was just about as perfect as one could imagine. For a guy of his tastes, Julie was perfection!
Peter noticed that Julie was being exceedingly careful to seem utterly disinterested in him in any sensual way. He was being equally wary. Needless to say, neither touched the other, even lightly in passing, during the rest of the party. They did not really come within ten feet of each other — the two were really being careful. At the same time, Peter knew that something had absolutely been broached and then settled between the two of them. The tit-stricken fellow could actually feel it in the air; something positively electric was flowing between the two on a steady basis. He was simply going to have to await developments to see what it was, and where things were going to go as a result.
The size of Julie's immense bosom had certainly not passed Amanda's notice! "Man, could you believe the size of Julie's tits?" Amanda queried while they were cleaning up after the party. "I mean, I have never, but never, seen breasts like that! They were gigantic! Monumental!"
Peter knew that pretending ignorance on the subject would be utterly implausible. It would be best to acknowledge having noticed them and then to deflect the conversation into another, safer area — quickly! "Yep, they were big all right," Peter broke in. "I bet her back is as sore as hell at the end of each day, though," he added after the slightest pause. "Anyway, I did enjoy having them over, though I don't think we have a lot in common. This could be a one-shot deal unless they reciprocate, I guess," Peter concluded.
This attempt to move the exchange into a clinical consideration of Julie's bosom as a mere anatomical artifact and then quickly beyond did not work. "Oh come on," Amanda laughed derisively. "Is that all you could think of when you saw her huge rack?"
"Well, um, well, I don't know," Peter stammered.
"Well I do," Amanda quickly retorted. "No man who isn't brain dead would sure notice them. He'd be stunned by tits that big! You can't fool me!"
"Well, um, sure, I guess so," Peter responded. "But it's not that big a deal. Not when I have the most beautiful woman on the eastern seaboard to ogle all the time. And then make love to." Peter hoped this lavish compliment to Amanda — which wasn't actually very much off the mark, if at all — might get him off the hook.
"That's just the right answer," Amanda grinned. "Shrug off them big whoppers and throw me a compliment instead." She stood on her tiptoes and gave Peter a kiss on his cheek. "What a sweetheart you are." She then shot a more skeptical look at her husband. "Kind of a bullshitter, though!" she added. Finally, the gorgeous woman looked up with an unalloyed look of fondness. "I'm just sorry I can't offer you more in the bosom department is all," Amanda concluded.
"Are you kidding! What you offer is just sensational!" Peter protested enthusiastically. "There isn't anything I could want that I don't get from you. Nothing! And if you don't believe me — well, let's go upstairs right now and let me prove it to you!"
Peter gave his wife a real hosing that night. Three of them, in point of fact. At the same time, he was careful not to be too ardent lest Amanda get the idea that he had gotten stoked up by the sight of Julie's immense bosom. Shit! He couldn't even be natural with his wife any more — this whole thing was getting complicated!
Still, the truth was that when he made love to Amanda that night, visions of Julie's massive bosom danced — or, rather, jiggled, bounced, and quivered — inside his feverish brain. He was really turned on by them. The idea of getting his hands on those larger than life tits someday soon was extremely exciting to Peter! How on earth was he going to arrange it, though? A next-door neighbor! What an impossibly dangerous situation! Peter was treading on treacherous ground — and he knew it!
End of Chapter 10
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