Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 18
The lovers suddenly realized it was nine in the evening! They had been making love for over eight hours with nary a break! How time flies! Especially when you're having fun! Julie's phone had not rung even once but Peter was concerned that Amanda might have been calling and then recalling their home number. If so she would be frantic with worry by now. When she was out of town she usually didn't call until late in the evening but you never know....
With trembling fingers Peter called his messages. The only ones on the machine were inconsequential. Above all, there were no messages from Amanda. He had lucked out!
Julie and Peter talked it over. There was simply no way Peter was going sneak back home through the gap in the bushes and sleep alone in his bed. In fact, without anything actually having been said, it had been mutually assumed that the two lovers were going to spend not just the night but also the weekend together. Hell, in their hearts they knew they were going to spend every possible minute together until their spouses returned home. Maybe after that, too! The unimaginably buxom beauty and her giant-cocked lover were way too hot for each other's endowments even to consider any other arrangement!
First, though, some carefully thought out preparations were in order. Peter did go home for a moment to check the mail. While cutting across the lawn to his house, he realized he was famished. He threw together a Taylor ham and Swiss cheese sandwich and, with his mouth half full, called Julie to ask if she'd like him to bring one over. "No," she said; she just wasn't hungry ... she felt so full! Oh, well!
Peter then called Amanda at her parents. What a coincidence ... she had just been about to call him. They chit-chatted for a bit during which time Peter filled up his Sunday schedule with bogus events away from home that could explain his absence should Amanda try to reach him during the day and the lovers were, ahem, too busy to take calls. What an accomplished liar he was becoming!
Peter next punched in the code to forward all his calls to Julie's house. His busty neighbor had caller ID, so that when her phone rang next door they could check out the calling party's number before picking up. If the number were familiar to either of them the proper person would pick up. If not, they would let it dump into voice mail. Peter then locked up, snuck back through the bushes, crept up the back stairs into the Lamson kitchen, and, in a very profound sense, felt like he was back home!
As he walked up the stairs to "their" bedroom, Peter's nostrils were assaulted by an extremely strong feral odor. A few more steps revealed its source; the bedroom absolutely stank of sex! Even though Julie had changed the sheets once again while Peter was busy next door, anyone getting the slightest whiff of the room would realize that a prodigious amount of fucking and allied pursuits had taken place within.
Well it had! Still, Peter had not expected the rich smell of sex to be so strong. The lovers were going to have to air out the room — and perhaps more! — before poor cuckolded Norman returned from the West Coast.
Before returning to their primary interest — molesting their shockingly overripe bodies — the lovers ran a little experiment. If call forwarding were in place, what would happen to a call forwarded from Peter's number to Julie's phone but then not answered? Whose voice mail would it dump into? Neither had the slightest idea. There was, however, no more crucial question on the table! If Amanda were to call home and reach the Lamson's voice mailbox ... well ... Peter would have a whole lot of explaining to do! In fact, the whole thing might be impossible to explain! At least to a wife's satisfaction!
The lovers carefully experimented with Julie's cell phone. They called Peter's home phone and then held their breaths to see what happened when no one answered. Success! "You've reached the Wyeth residence. Neither Peter nor Amanda can come to the phone just now. If you'll leave a message at the tone, we'll get back to you promptly." They repeated the experiments several times; then, they did the same by calling Julie's number. It worked like a charm every time. Still, you couldn't be too sure about something like that! Not when the consequences could be so fatal to a marital relationship!
The obvious contingencies had now been covered. The lovers were soon where they belonged — back in bed and in each other's arms. Within seconds the almost impossibly passionate lovers were eagerly French kissing, licking, sucking, petting, stroking, mauling, and fondling their extraordinary bodies. They were necessarily cutting Julie's ravaged pussy a bit of slack but with a pair of tits like Julie's and a massive cock like Peter's, there are plenty of alternative ways in which one can attain extreme sexual satisfaction. It should come as no surprise that Julie and Peter explored many of them. Quite successfully, in fact!
The only interruption in this frenzied mutual molestation was a call from Norman at around 10:30. Since the call was from the 213 area code — Los Angeles — Julie picked up. While she was talking, Peter picked up, too. Julie's massive left jug, that is! While she talked, he fondled, squeezed and sucked the soft fleshy monster. As far as he could tell, Norman did not suspect a thing!
As she put down the phone, Julie placed her hand on Peter's cheek and lovingly stroked her lover's face. "I really want to give you some more of the loving you deserve — and I'd like to share in it, too — but, baby, my vagina is still so sore!"
"Honey, that's no problem. Just lying here and drinking in your incredible beauty is fine with me!" Peter said. "At least for a while," he added with a smirk.
"While you were next door, darling, I was thinking about how much you love my breasts," the unimaginably busty young woman continued. "I think it would be thrilling to make love to you with my huge tits. Lie down flat on the bed and let me get to work!"
"That sounds fabulous," Peter moaned.
Julie stood at the foot of the bed, smiling at the thought of the loving she had in mind for her guy. She began erotically arching her back to accentuate the size and thrust of her massive breasts. Her tits needed no help in that direction, Peter thought to himself! That was for sure!
Even with her back tilted backwards in order to aim her tits in Peter's direction, Julie's gigantic knockers still hung down below her waist. Peter was struck anew by the realization that he had never dreamed that such massive but yet shapely, firm milkers could even exist! Unconsciously, the breast-struck fellow took hold of his throbbing cock and began slowly jacking off the giant pole.
Julie had a lusty smile on her lips. Her eyes were riveted on Peter's. She slowly, almost stylistically, moved her hands to the sides of her big, oversized tits without breaking visual contact with her lover.
After languidly stroking the sides of her swelling bosom for a few moments, the incalculably buxom woman tried to cup her tits from underneath; of course, their stupendous size made them seriously overflow her hands. Still, she was able slowly to spread them apart, and then even to roll them around a bit in little circles. Then, after leaning forward slightly, and with her hands mashed into the sides of the massive globes, she slowly began pressing the gigantic knockers together.
Peter was beginning to get really hot! He was pulling even harder on his throbbing cock in response. When she had been standing at the foot of the bed with her hands at her sides, Julie's enormous tits had looked like oversized watermelons. With the twin bloated masses of tit flesh now squashed together, her breasts stuck way, way out like two super economy-sized beach balls. As Peter gave a groan, he could feel a clot of pre-cum slurp out of his cockhole. This sight was getting to be too much to bear!
Julie then crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees. The bottoms of her tits — they were so big! — had become puddled on the sheets. Julie's knockers were simply too mammoth to hang free when she was in that position!
The impossibly buxom woman began slowly crawling up the bed toward her lover. Her massive jugs were dragging along on the cool linen sheets. Her eyes were fixed on his jerking cock and swollen balls. "Open wide, darling! My big tits want to get up close and personal with your huge cock!"
Peter eagerly complied; he spread his legs to the point of serious strain. Julie crawled into this newly created area between his legs, not stopping until her knees were jammed up against Peter's ass cheeks.
The ultra-buxom beauty then straightened up her back so that her massive tits were pressed up against Peter's throbbing cock. She then wiggled her tits against his straining shaft a few times. Peter was flat on his back; from his vantage point, he could look up in awe at Julie's super-huge breasts as they jutted out so amazingly far from her body. What a fucking pair of lungs! She was so huge!
The sight of Julie's massive hangers from below was almost unbearably arousing. Peter had, in fact, begun to moan uncontrollably. Julie responded to her lover's absolutely stunned appreciation of her colossal bosom with a small, knowing smile. She knew she had this guy on the ropes! What's more, he was going down for the count!
Julie took both hands and reached inside her monumental cleavage. She took hold of her tits and spread them apart. In the same motion she leaned forward so that Peter's jerking cock could slide inside the deep valley of her tit meat. Then, by letting go of her jugs while at the same time leaning forward even farther, Peter's cock began to ride up and down Julie's stupendously deep cleavage.
Julie then straightened up again. "Just a second, baby," she breathed. "Let me make your cock a little slippery so that it will slide more smoothly against my tits."
The impossibly buxom woman then stretched out and started to lick Peter's cockhead. Julie was lying on her stomach, a position, which, on account of the colossal size of her bosom, made it appear as if she was lying atop an over-inflated air mattress!
Julie eagerly drew Peter's massive cockhead into her mouth. Almost instantly, her thick red lips were wrapped around the tennis ball-sized knob.
After passionately sucking and licking that giant swelling for a few moments, Julie suddenly dropped down on Peter's massive shaft. Seconds later, her lips were jammed up against the base of his cock; she had once again deep-throated the guy!
Peter's hips began frenetically to pump up and down and to slither from side to side in reaction to the thrill of Julie's expert cocksucking. The electrifying feel of Julie's lips, her licking tongue, her sucked-in cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and the tight, wet quarters of her throat were cumulatively almost too much to bear. Peter was absolutely in heat! The increased volume of his moans signaled that he was not going to be able to take too much more of this overwhelming stimulation! Julie continued to bob up and down on the jutting shaft of male meat notwithstanding.
After about a dozen more trips up and down Peter's shaft, however, Julie pulled off the quivering dick with a wet "pop". Her lover's cock was totally slippery and shiny with saliva. It was now ready to slip and slide up and down the incredibly deep valley that lay between the buxom woman's swollen breasts.
Julie once again got up on her hands and knees and moved back in between her lover's spreading legs. As Peter looked on in disbelief, Julie wrapped her giant bosom around his cock and pushed her gargantuan tits together to completely envelop the straining love muscle. A second later, Peter felt the soft, warm, meaty tit flesh begin powerfully to press against all sides of his shaft.
The thrill of this impossibly erotic contact made Peter moan even louder. The unbelievably hung fellow might have a sixteen-inch cock but Julie's mega-chest was more than its match. As she squeezed her massive knockers together, Peter's amazingly long, extremely thick dick disappeared from view. Julie's meaty tits and endless cleavage were all that remained in sight.
The size of Julie's chest was almost too enormous to believe. Peter began to wonder if he was having some kind of a dream. Could Julie's immense pair of tits actually be real?
Peter's giant love stick was completely trapped between Julie's swollen jugs. They certainly seemed real to Peter! The busty beauty proved their corporeality by moving her body up and down ... slowly, slowly ... up and down ... and then up and down again. In the process Julie was careful to keep her fat tits stationary but yet wrapped tightly around Peter's cock. In that way, her tits could move her lover's cockskin up and down, which, of course, is what a tit fuck is all about! The buxom woman was clearly working out her rhythm.
Julie then picked up the pace. She was now hunching her body up and down at a faster rate of speed. She was, of course, continuing to keep the sides of her tits forcefully pressed against and completely wrapped around Peter's shaft!
Peter's moaning increased. He had begun rhythmically but wildly to pump his hips up and down. The lovers were now really working together. When Peter's hips rose up off the bed, Julie's lush body would simultaneously hunch down. This meant that Peter's slippery cock could slide up and down against the entire length of Julie's cleavage. Even more exciting, it meant that the entire inside walls of her meaty tits were strongly rubbing up and down against the slick, taut skin of Peter's throbbing dick. Peter's hip pumping and Julie's body hunching meant that Peter's cockskin was being doubly stimulated. This exciting, ever increasing friction was going to be pulling torrents of hot, creamy spunk out of Peter's balls very, very soon!
"Oh, sweetheart! This is so good!" Peter yelled at the top of his lungs.
Julie then altered the rhythm. As best she could, the massively buxom woman lifted up a heavy tit with each hand. Then, while continuing to hunch her torso up and down, she began moving her huge breasts in countervailing directions. While raising one tit, she would lower the other jug with her other hand. Of course, the stupendous size of each breast entailed that the spreading soft tissue greatly spilled over the palm of each hand. Still, by jamming the beach ball-sized mounds of flesh closely together, Julie was able to keep both tits in close contact with Peter's throbbing cock! The effect of the friction engendered by the electrifying back and forth sliding of Julie's soft, meaty, tit flesh upon Peter's taut cockskin was electrifying!
Julie then switched gears by moving her tits up and down in unison. Naturally, she kept hunching her body all the while but in the opposite direction. The difference was that while her trunk was moving up and down, her tits were moving down and up! The effect upon Peter's cock was thereby tripled!
Nor was that all. Because Peter continued to pump his hips in response to Julie's fantastically exhilarating tit fucking, his cockskin was being stimulated from four directions at once. The cumulative effect was inconceivably thrilling — for both of them! In fact, both lovers were now moaning loudly!
"It's getting really, really close!" Peter screamed. That feverish cry delivered a message to Julie; it was time to pick up the pace. The moment to take her massive tits to a higher level of breast love was at hand.
Julie began moving her torso and tits up and down at an even a faster pace. She was whipping and rolling and scraping her colossal udders against Peter's throbbing cock with ever increasing urgency! The buxom beauty was raising and lowering her lush body against her heels with real power. Simultaneously, she was slamming her meaty tits together, momentarily releasing the huge globes, and then slamming them together once again against the resistance of her lover's thick, hard shaft.
All the while, the mega-chested woman was rocking, whipping, and rolling her incredibly huge breasts against every single square inch of her lover's straining shaft! The sexual punishment Peter's rock-hard dick was taking from Julie's flying hooters was almost too much to bear. Relief was clearly just around the corner!
Julie was now panting very heavily. Her lush body was slick with the sheen of sweat. Tit-fucking Julie-style was a highly aerobic activity! If anything, though, the heavily breasted woman was now moving her body and chest with even greater energy. The result was the merciless administration of excruciating pleasure to Peter's jerking shaft. Julie ceaselessly continued to whip and roll her big tits in every possible direction along the full length of Peter's horse-sized cock!
Peter's face looked as if he was in pain; of course, quite the opposite was the case. The breast-fixated fellow was experiencing an almost impossible degree of sexual pleasure as Julie continued without mercy to assault his swollen cock with the silken, sliding flesh of her outsized, sweaty, flushed bosom.
The ready to blow fellow could actually feel his balls begin to recede against the base of his love snake. His jism was clearly pooling in anticipation of a tremendous ejaculation. Peter was just unbelievably excited!
Julie could feel Peter's giant putz start to quiver. She knew this was it! The fact he had begun to grunt almost uncontrollably was telling the story. In response she increased the speed at which her trunk was humping and her tits were sliding. She also applied even greater pressure to jam her massive jugs against Peter's cock. Although the lubrication from her earlier cocksucking had long since evaporated, Peter's straining cock was now lightly covered with sweat from Julie's flushed bosom. The effect was to facilitate an even faster sliding motion against his cockskin. Wow! The thrilling friction was taking him right over the top!
"Oh, Jesus! I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... coming!"
Julie responded by pulling her breasts down and back a bit so that the massive head of Peter's cock was exposed for the first time during their tit loving. Still, she continued to push the tips of her huge breasts very tightly against his now-jerking cock.
Peter was now in the early stages of a truly powerful and long lasting cum. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. This fellow was going to blow one hell of a lunch!
Julie suddenly felt the passage of an obscene bulge against her sizzling hot, squished-together breast flesh. She knew that a huge shot of jism was in route! As Peter let out a shockingly passionate groan, Julie saw an astonishingly long and powerful rope of spunk fly out of Peter's cockhole. From the looks of things, it was headed to the moon!
This first twisting, oscillating blast of hot, creamy sperm seemed to last almost fifteen seconds or so. Julie had obviously gotten her man incredibly worked up! As the ends of her tits continued to slide along and push against the lower portion of Peter's shaft, Julie could feel Peter's cock buck once again. Another amazingly long and very thick column of white-hot cum flew into the air. Peter's balls were simply exploding with love cream!
This powerful cum would not stop. Stream after stream of gelatinous male seed keep surging from the hole in his cock to a point high above the lovers' bodies. Peter's mind was totally fogged; yet he dimly speculated that this might be the most powerful cum of his life! And the fact that Julie continued to rub her tits against his shaft meant that, even a couple of minutes into the orgasm, his spurting cock was not about to quit!
The shudders and chills and thrills went on and on and on. Peter was certainly nowhere near being spent! His huge balls were still loaded with hot ropes of jism. His hips continued frantically to pump against the erotic weight of Julie's massive udders. The thrilling experience of Julie's accomplished tit fuck was just yanking boiling seed out of his scrotum. As a result, a veritable torrent of male seed continued without pause to rocket high into the air as Peter's exploding cock bucked and blasted its love-directed load!
By now, the lovers were getting absolutely covered with cum. Each heroic spurt of jizz was, upon its descent, splattering all over the lovers' bodies. They were getting covered with the stuff! Julie and Peter were too fixated on the thrills of their lovemaking to notice but these puddles of sperm were beginning to coat their bodies from head to foot!
Finally, after an almost unimaginable four minutes, the thrills and shudders from Peter's impossibly long and powerful orgasm began to subside. Drips and drops of sperm was now all that was escaping from his cockhead. As they returned to earth, the lovers looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement.
"Honey!" Peter moaned. "How was loving like that even possible?"
Julie smiled. "I was amazed myself! Was it good for you, baby?"
"Oh, sweetheart ... it was unbelievable ... maybe the best!" Peter smiled at his giant-breasted sweetheart. "I don't think I've ever had a cum like that in my life! Your tits are so great!" Peter then paused for a moment in wonderment. "Where did you ever learn to tit fuck like that?"
Julie giggled. "Well, I used to do it with Andre but never like that!" The impossibly busty woman giggled again. "The truth, lover, is that I was mostly making it up as I went along! Doing the right thing just seemed to come naturally, somehow!"
"You are one hell of an improviser, baby!" Peter exclaimed. "It sure had an unbelievable effect on me!"
Julie looked up and then grinned. "I don't doubt it, precious. Look ... check out the ceiling."
Peter looked up and chuckled. "Unreal!" he exclaimed.
"Unreal is right!" Julie responded. "You hit the roof, baby! And not just once but lots of times. Look. The ceiling is just splattered with jism. No guy has ever done that with me before! Just never! Not even Andre ... and he was one virile fellow! Whew! I think a little touch-up paint is in order! What a man you are, Peter Wyeth!"
Peter and Julie sealed the moment by lovingly Frenching and tonguing each other for a few minutes. They were so gone over each other!
They proved the depths of their feelings anew during the rest of the weekend. They sucked and fucked almost non-stop until Monday morning. When Julie got too sore from the impossible size of Peter's horse-sized cock, they employed alternative but entirely satisfactory means of satisfying their insatiable hunger for each other's absurdly overripe sexual equipment.
Peter did go to work Monday morning; taking a day would have been suspicious even though he had enjoyed close to zero sleep since Friday night. Work was clearly just a necessary evil, though; only a few minutes after hopping off the 5:08 train from Suburban Station, Peter was back in bed with his buxom darling.
Peter had, needless to say, spent most of the day at work thinking about that very moment. He had sported a seemingly non-stop boner from nine to five; he had found it impracticable to get up from his desk most of the day as a result. As he passionately licked the interior walls of Julie's dripping cunt while his squeezing hands roamed over the vast expanse of her soft, yielding mega-bosom, Peter knew he was soon going to put that heroic hard-on to good use!
Julie had spent most of the day daydreaming about Peter and his massive cock. Naturally, she had ardently sucked her tits while so engaged. She had probably come a hundred times but was looking forward to at least a hundred orgasms more now that the reality and not merely the memory of her lover were at hand. Her ravaged pussy had pretty much recovered from the weekend-long onslaught of her lover's mule-sized shaft; at a result, she couldn't wait to feel it once again plunging back down into the very center of her body!
Tuesday was pretty much a replay of Monday except that the lovers were forced to face the reality of Amanda's return from Richmond the very next day. Peter and Julie's sucking and fucking were particularly frenzied that evening as a result.
The lovers also worked together on some necessary fix-up projects. The bedroom still reeked of hot, pungent sex. Thank goodness Norman was not coming back until late Friday night! The lovers decided that three days with all the windows wide open and a strategic placement of portable fans ought to solve that problem!
Still, airing out the house was going to take care of only part of the damage. Peter and Julie took a break Tuesday evening from their all-consuming lovemaking and did a little repair work. Ever the handyman, Peter touched up the ceiling by painting over the discolorations from the jism marks his explosive tit-fuck orgasm had inflicted; thank God he found matching paint in the basement! While Peter stood on the bed and dabbed at the numerous semen stains on the ceiling, Julie shampooed the bedroom carpeting because the couple's mingled sex juices had liberally stained a large area around the bed. They found that working together on this clean-up detail was fun! Not as much fun as their other activities, needless to say, but still fun! They were really a great team in many diverse ways!
They then celebrated their handiwork by wildly French kissing, fondling their remarkable bodies, sixty-nining, and fucking — and then repeating the process again and again! — until it was time for Peter to catch his train to work the next morning. Naturally, their molten-hot loving undid some of the clean-up work of the evening before. So what! The shampoo machine stood at the ready in the corner of the bedroom. They had also gotten exactly zero sleep — again! So what — again! These two were much too hot to waste even a moment of their last night together in slumber!
Peter nearly went to sleep in the shower the next morning as he desperately tried to wake up enough to make the trek to the train station. The fact he nearly took a catnap at that point was testimony to his general lack of rest since Friday night. The lovers had chosen love over slumber every time!
Peter's near slide into dreamland was a bit odd because he was fucking Julie at the very moment he began to doze! The lovers had made love some seven times during the night. It was exhilarating but, given the couple's energetic lovemaking, more than a little tiring. The idea was that Peter needed the stinging needles of a cool shower to shock his body into wakefulness.
The principle was valid but, after a moment's reflection, Julie decided she was having none of it. Only a minute or so after Peter had positioned himself under the shower nozzle, Julie slipped through the shower curtain herself and into his arms. She jammed and slithered her massive, down-to-the-thighs udders strongly against her guy's chest, stomach, groin, and thighs. She could feel his horse-sized cock quickly engorge in response.
After turning up the hot water a quarter turn, Peter and Julie began wildly French kissing. After a few moments of face-swallowing soul kissing, followed by a mutually frantic pawing of their extraordinary love equipment, Peter hoisted Julie high in the air and spiked her on his throbbing, straining cock. He placed his strong hands under her upper thighs and proceeded to move her voluptuous body up and down his stiff, slippery love pole. Fatigue be damned! The two hotties were fucking and Frenching each other with real heedless abandon and supercharged vigor.
Still, Peter was so bone weary that he did slip out of consciousness for just that instant. He did, however, regain his senses a moment later. Only minutes after that he was spewing an eighth load of sperm up his darling's ravaged pussy. These two were definitely stuck on each other! And sticky too!
As Peter wearily trudged down Elm Avenue in the direction of the SEPTA depot, his head swam with the memories and vivid sensations produced by the four amazing days of loving that had just ended. Peter and Julie had gotten involved on Saturday morning with the tacit understanding that the weekend was going to be a one-time fling that would get Julie's gigantic tits out of Peter's system and Peter's massive genitals out of Julie's system.
Fat chance! The plan had failed miserably. Too many sexual liquids had flowed under that bridge. There was simply no way the lovers were going to be able to give each other up. They were just going to have to keep seeing each other. Somehow. Somewhere.
Peter and Julie had briefly talked it over. The hot couple quickly agreed that their loving was going to have to take place somewhere other than on Elm Avenue; sneaking through the bushes was a sure fire way to get caught. With their spouses back in town, the lovers were going to have to be exceedingly circumspect.
The lovers had established, just before they slipped into each other's arms at the side door for one last wild embrace and jaw-breaking kiss, that the real question was where and when, not if. The details were going to get worked out later. One thing was for sure, however; one way or another, Peter and Julie were going to be seeing a whole lot more of their remarkable bodies!
Peter paused in thought for a moment. "The thing is, honey, it's going to have to be really carefully planned." The breast-fixated fellow had been seized out of the blue by a sense of reality. He was struck by the sudden realization that if he were to start seeing Julie immediately upon Amanda's return, his wife was likely to get suspicious as hell. Those lost hours would be highly noticeable. At least a little temporal distance on the front end was going to make things a lot easier to pull off!
"I know, dearest," Julie responded softly. "I understand. What's important, though, is that we just have to keep seeing each other, somehow, somewhere. I need you ... I need your body ... so badly!"
"And me you," Peter smiled. "But let's be realistic for a second. It's going to take some time to set this up so that Norman and Amanda are none the wiser. I'm going to investigate some possibilities, places we might be able to get together — safely, I mean! And that could take some time." When his lust-soaked mind focused on the logistics of continuing the affair, Peter realized that he really needed to buy a little time to work things out.
"I can stand a little time," Julie responded, "if I know that being in your arms is at the end of the wait. But, honey, I just couldn't stand a long wait. Promise me we'll get together soon!"
"Trust me," Peter said. "We may have to lay low for a bit — no pun intended! — but I promise you that's just where you'll end up. Just trust and wait, baby!"
Peter had never been more sincere. As he felt the thrilling pressure of Julie's massive tits against his chest, stomach, groin, and upper thighs, he knew that finding a way to see Julie on a regular but safely clandestine basis was his first order of business. He would work it out!
Even as he schemed to figure out a way to continue his affair with Julie, a lump in the pit of Peter's stomach was telling him that he was insane to make the attempt. Even if he took the greatest of care, the chances of getting caught were good — especially in the long run. "Your sins will find you out," the old Bible verse promised. Peter knew that no matter how carefully you created a deception, how watertight you made the little box in which you carried on the affair, all was subject to the uncontrollable vagaries of chance. Someone sees you in the hotel lobby, or in emptying your pockets you overlook a scribbled phone number on a piece of paper. A conversation is overheard. Whatever.
Peter shivered; the risks he was planning to undertake were real. In fact, they were too many to be calculated. Anything could go wrong! And the price might very well be the end of his marriage. At the very least, that relationship would be grievously wounded. What on earth was he thinking of?
The course of action upon which he was embarking was especially inexplicable when he considered Amanda. She was the most loving and loyal of wives. She was also one of the most beautiful women imaginable. On Earth even! Any guy who took a look at Amanda and then was told that her husband was carrying on affairs with other women would shake his head in wonderment. The guy must be nuts! I mean, if a fantastic piece of ass like that can't satisfy her husband ... I mean, what is his problem?
The problem, Peter knew, was both simple and complicated. He loved huge tits. He craved huge tits. Having tasted this forbidden fruit, he found himself incapable of returning to a B-cup diet. It was that simple!
On the other hand, the reasons for this obsession were probably very complicated. Deep roots in infancy, you know. Peter wondered for a second if he should seek help to try to overcome this fetish. Then he realized that counseling would be futile because the truth was that he did not want to get over it. Not right now, anyway. He just wanted tit!
Peter ruefully shook his head. He was one neurotic fellow. He also couldn't wait to see Julie again. He simply could not wait! He had to see her again. He just had to!
End of Chapter 18
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