Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 21
"So," Peter exclaimed in a flat, matter of fact voice, "It's official, then; no sex until after the delivery plus six weeks."
"No, Peter, no intercourse until then. Otherwise, all the sex we want. Please don't be difficult about this!"
"Well, I certainly don't want to be difficult about it. And in point of fact I'm not," Peter snapped, "but it is a hardship — on both of us actually."
"Well don't blame me, Peter Wyeth," Amanda hissed. "It's your monster schlong that's causing the problem!"
Things were spiraling out of control. "Hey, hey, hey, darling," Peter broke in. "Let's not get mad. I'm fine with this; I just want to find out what the guidelines are." He put his arm around his wife and pulled her gently into his body. She resisted at first but soon became supple and relaxed against her husband's shoulder.
"Look," Peter went on, "this pregnancy is the important thing. The joy and satisfaction of becoming parents is what this is all about. Let's keep our eye on the ball. We pleasure ourselves right now in lots of ways that are still going to be OK. We're still going to have an extremely passionate relationship. And the main thing is — I love you with all my heart!"
"Thank you, Peter. I told Dr Montgomery that you were a wonderful husband. And apart from some little bumps in the road like those we just experienced, that's exactly what you are!"
Peter and Amanda went to bed early that evening and engaged in a variety of sexual acts. Amanda must have come twenty times on account of Peter's merciless tongue and mouth, while Peter blew his wad first in Amanda's mouth, then on her breasts, and then once again down her throat. They repeated the same routine the next night and the next night and the next.
The problem was that it was a routine. Amanda was trying very hard and so was Peter; the problem was that Peter's needs simply were not being met. Although he was getting his gun off three and four times a day, he still felt horny — extremely horny! Amanda was trying so very hard to make up for the proscription against intercourse; for Peter to complain that he was "only" getting blow jobs from one of the most beautiful women around would have been churlish to say the least. So he kept his mouth shut. Yet there it was ... it just simply was not getting the job done!
In addition, they had received word that the comprehensive pregnancy test had confirmed Amanda's feelings and the in-office test. The rabbit had died and so the gorgeous young wife was unquestionably pregnant. These rules of the road were now set in stone for the next nine months.
For Peter, the two most important aspects to sex were fucking a tight pussy and, in the wake of his tryst with Heather, playing with an enormous bosom. He had been batting one out of two with Amanda before the pregnancy — and that was okay because she was so beautiful and passionate— but now his average had dipped to .000 in these two vital areas. That was not good! Or even acceptable! It was true that Amanda's nipples continued to stiffen to more than a one-inch length during their lovemaking. That was exciting and helped matters a bit. But only a bit!
Peter had thought about going up the chocolate river as a way of dealing with the problem but he was certain his cock was way too long and much too thick to even attempt a maneuver like that! He didn't even bother to bring it up with Amanda. It seemed as if he was going to have to limp along with blow jobs and the like until the couple could get back to normal sex in about nine months.
As the first week of the Wyeth family's new no-intercourse convention drew to a close, therefore, Peter was in a bad way. A very bad way! He could not say a word about it to Amanda — what on earth could she do about it? — but this new plan just was not working. Not for Peter, anyway.
The solution — such as it was — had been lingering in the back of his mind ever since the beginning to the program. Julie! She was eager — frantic, even — to provide Peter with both hot steamy intercourse and huge tits! What's more, he had promised her they would get together. It was true that he made the promise at a time when he was searching for a way to scramble out of that commitment. Now, however, he suddenly saw the importance of being a man of his word!
He took a chance and called the Lamson's new number in St Davids. He was in luck! Julie was home. She actually seemed overjoyed to hear from Peter. Any lingering bitterness from their earlier conversation seemed to have evaporated. Indeed, her mood quickly accelerated from joy to ecstasy at Peter's announcement that he had just about figured out all the arrangements. It was really going to happen — if, that is, she wanted it to happen. Did Julie still want to see him? Did she? You bet she did!
Peter had not actually made any arrangements at all. Not yet, anyway. He knew, however, that in his current state of horniness he could wrap up the details in no time flat. And he did. After leafing through the yellow pages, Peter decided that the location of choice was the University Sheraton at 36th & Chestnut. It was a nice hotel near the Penn Campus — Julie did not deserve to have their affair played out in a fleabag — and it was only a couple of miles from Peter's office; the risk of being seen entering the establishment was therefore minimized.
The logistics were going to work out well. Peter could take a streetcar from Center City to the 36th St subway-surface station and walk a block north to the hotel. Since it was a lightly used station under the Penn Campus — at least at midday — Peter would not run much of a risk of bumping into people he knew. If he got lucky he could catch a number 10 Lancaster Avenue trolley; that streetcar route pulled out of the subway right behind the hotel itself as it turned north on 36th Street to begin its street running toward the end of the line in Overbrook. The stop at the mouth of the portal was even less heavily used than the 36th St station and was mere steps from the side door to the Sheraton. Perfect!
For her part, Julie could take the train in from St Davids to 30th St Station and then catch a cab to the hotel. That would protect her privacy as well.
Peter had talked to the hotel's assistant manager and made arrangements to rent a room on a once a week basis. Getting together one day a week seemed to Peter and Julie alike to strike the right balance in their relationship. The truth is they would have liked more — lots more! — but once a week seemed like a sensible way to get started. Arrangements could be fine-tuned later.
Mr Appleford obviously got the picture right away. He had clearly been down this road before; he was, as a result, the soul of discretion. He even pretended that the undoubted purpose of the weekly visits was a mystery to him.
He was happy to arrange the fine points, however. Peter could pay for the week ahead upon leaving the week before; that way the room rental was always paid in advance. Payment was in cash, needless to say, and the room was registered in the name of "Mr and Mrs Crossley". Mr Appleford knew better than to ask for identification. Peter's initial payment of two nights in advance would suffice as a sort of security deposit so long as he dropped off money for the next week's lodging on his way back to work.
Since "Mrs Crossley" would usually get there first so that she could freshen up for her "husband's" arrival, she could simply ask for the room entrance card at the desk. She would then page her lover and enter the room number into his pager. Peter could then go right on up without stopping at the desk. Peter was going to take care never to rent the room on the same day of the week; they would randomly pick a different day each week so that no suspicious pattern would be established. Most of the details seemed covered. Peter took a deep breath as he ran down his mental checklist. This thing was going to work!
As he methodically designed all these devious machinations, however, Peter's heart grew progressively heavy. His almost shockingly beautiful wife had been pregnant for only a few weeks, had done everything possible under the circumstances to give her husband the passionate, fulfilling loving he deserved during her confinement, and now was being rewarded for these efforts by being cheated upon! Peter knew what he was doing was wrong, very wrong!
He rationalized his undoubted sins by focusing on his extremely powerful and even insatiable sex drive. He had decided he was flatly powerless to avoid this slide into unfaithfulness. He was a victim of circumstances and genes. That fact — even if true — was not going to spare him from the load of guilt he knew was going to be his burden, however. Only the fact that this relationship was temporary was enough to allow him — just barely! — to justify his actions to himself.
By the time Tuesday morning had rolled around, however, Peter was in a high state of excitement. Sexual excitement! Guilt was taking a definite back seat. Today was the day, and noon was to be the hour! At 11:40 a.m., he stepped onto the westbound platform of the 19th St Subway-Surface subway station to wait for the trolley car that would carry him off to meet Julie.
A streetcar was actually pulling into the station as he got to the bottom of the stairs — Peter took that as a sign that this assignation with Julie was going to be a success. He then noted that the streetcar that was braking for the stop was a Route 10 Lancaster Avenue trolley, which would drop him off right at the rear of the hotel. Peter took this additional bit of luck as a sign that the upcoming tryst was going to be utterly fabulous!
As the trolley came up for air at the 36th St subway portal, Peter's pager began to vibrate. He looked at his message display; it read "923." Julie had therefore checked in and was ready to make love in Room 923. His cock had begun to stiffen at the thought of the gorgeous, unimaginably buxom paramour who was awaiting his arrival. This was really going to happen after all! As he fantasized about the next hour or so, Peter began to envision what Julie was going to be wearing. Most exciting of all was the thought that he actually had a gorgeous mistress shaped like Julie! Better yet, he was about not merely to sample her goodies but instead to devour them! He couldn't wait!
Nonetheless, Peter took the precaution of walking down the stairs of the hotel into the basement instead of heading straight for the bank of elevators. He slipped into the Men's room, took a final leak, checked himself out in the mirror, and then walked over to the elevator. He rode up alone. He was soon knocking softly on the door to Room 923. He was so excited!
When the door opened there was, strangely enough, no one standing in the doorway. Peter knew, though, that Julie must surely have looked through the peephole to see who was there. Since she obviously knew it was Peter at the door, Julie must have hidden behind the door so that no passer-by in the hall could see her.
As soon as Peter stepped into the room, the door was kicked shut. Julie was standing to his right, less than a yard away. As Peter caught his first glimpse of his lover, he thought he would faint! The image of beauty and voluptuousness that suddenly flooded his field of vision was nearly too much to bear! No wonder Julie had hidden behind the door!
Peter's buxom playmate was wearing the very skirt and sweater she had worn on the Saturday afternoon they had first made love. Man! The sight of her impossibly giant balloons of tit meat exploding through the clingy, knit material of the sweater was impossibly arousing — and memorable! Just like the first time! The fact that Julie's colossal tits were ensnared and squashed on account of the tight waistband of her miniature, cunt-high skirt made the sight even more thrilling.
Naturally, Julie was not wearing a bra. As she stood in front of Peter, expectantly awaiting their first embrace, her oversized chest was heaving with passion and anticipation. As a result, the enormous mass of tit meat that obscured her entire torso above her waist was quivering and shaking as well. The fact that Julie was arching her back so as to thrust her titanic bosom in her boyfriend's direction made the sight even more compelling. This woman was simply yearning to make love!
The two physically astonishing specimens stood staring at each other; they were shocked at the waves of sexual desire that were washing over them. "Baby, it's been so long!" Julie moaned.
With that, the much too buxom beauty walked up to Peter and began to press her colossal breasts against his chest "Hello, Peter," she smiled. As the ultra-breasted woman began to rub her swollen chest against her lover's body, Peter marveled at how stunningly beautiful Julie truly was. Wholly apart from her impossibly big tits and ultra-shapely ass and legs, Julie was just astonishingly gorgeous. What a dazzling face! Her long, flowing blonde hair only added to her stunning good looks.
Julie was soon jamming and compressing her enormous melons into Peter's trunk with real force. As the erotic pressure of the wall of tit meat increased against his torso and groin, Peter reached down under Julie's skirt and cupped her tight, compact ass cheeks. They were so sexy, so fine! Naturally, he did not encounter any panties under the amazingly short skirt. "I know," he murmured, "it's been way too long!"
The barrier of tit flesh separating the sex-hungry lovers was so substantial that Peter wondered for a second if a frontal kiss was even possible. As Julie continued to squirm and squash her breasts into Peter's torso and he continued to pull her ass into his groin, the lovers' mouths drew progressively closer. This was going to work, Peter could tell!
Their lips touched. The effect was as if an electric current had arced between them. Their mouths instantly and simultaneously sagged open and their tongues started passionately to lash the insides of their respective oral cavities. Spit was soon running from mouth to mouth and the lovers were softly moaning. This first kiss was so unbelievably hot!
As the three minute-long kiss finally broke, the lovers completely lost it. They alternated between sucking each other's fat lips into their hungry mouths and then simply licking each other's mouths and cheeks like overactive puppies.
Julie finally pulled back and reached for Peter's crotch. Within seconds she had begun rubbing the swollen bulge caused by the throbbing, jerking cock that was so seriously distending his clothes. She began fondling the impossibly massive cock through Peter's trousers. The sex-stunned fellow was as stiff as an iron rod.
Peter soon shed his suit coat and flipped it onto a chair. Julie unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants into a puddle around his ankles. He was still wearing his cotton briefs, out of which his monumentally huge log of a cock was obscenely thrusting.
Julie then pulled the waistband of the briefs away from Peter's body and reached inside to feel up her fellow's beyond huge genitals. Her soft, probing hands were making Peter's cock even stiffer.
Then she had a better idea. Using one hand she pulled the waistband further away from Peter's body until the tension was so great that it the elastic seemed ready to snap. She then leaned toward her stupendously hung lover, lifted up her gigantic right tit with her free hand, and eased the massive gland inside Peter's briefs. She then gently let go of the waistband, which was then girdling both Peter's waist and the most bulbous portion of Julie's giant breast.
The thrilling feel of Julie's soft tit flesh trapped inside his underwear against the straining tautness of his rock hard cock was almost too sensual for Peter to bear. More generous clots of pre-cum slurped out of his cockhole in response.
"Hmmm!" Julie moaned. "My huge tit and your giant cock trapped together like this. I love it!"
Julie's massive puppy was so long that even though the tit was inside Peter's underwear, the lovers were still able to hug and French kiss during these electrifying moments of captivity. They wildly licked and sucked each other's faces as the sensual embrace went on and on and on.
The almost impossibly passionate kiss finally ended. Julie leaned back, stuck both her hands inside the waistband of the underwear and forcefully pulled back. As she freed her huge milker from its cotton captivity, Julie pulled the briefs down off Peter's trim ass and slid them down his legs onto the floor. She now had free rein to love up her fellow's horse-sized love stick. Impressive amounts of pre-cum were already coating his cockhead and running down his strained, super-taut cockskin.
As Julie began to fondle the granite-like member, Peter reached up and, with trembling hands, began lightly to run his hands up and down the massive cylinders of tit flesh that were so alluringly trapped under the tight sweater. Julie's tits were so soft yet so firm. Peter had felt them before, of course, but this reintroduction to the wonders of Julie's beyond huge bosom was so thrilling! It did not take long for him to start feeling up his buxom sweetheart with an ever-increasing tempo and energy!
Julie was now shamelessly jacking off her horse-cocked lover. For his part, Peter had pulled the sweater out of Julie's waistband and started to uncover her massive breasts. As he knew, there was no bra with which to contend. The sweater was so tight and her bosom so gigantic that Peter could not simply lift the clinging sweater up and over her swollen tits. Instead, he found he had to roll it an inch at a time up and over the swelling shelf of tit flesh in order to get the bottom of the garment up to the top of her stunningly deep cleavage just below her neck. At that point, Peter pulled the sweater over Julie's head and flung it into a chair.
As the enormous tits were finally freed from their woolen captivity, the obese bases of the giant glands flopped down to a point level with Julie's upper thighs. Jesus! Julie was so fucking big!
Peter was soon one very busy beaver! Almost with sacramental awe, he was watching his out-of-control fingers sink deeply into the infinitely giving flesh of Julie's oversized bare bosom. He marveled at the way the soft flesh instantly sprang back into shape as his frantic, shaking fingers moved onto yet another spot to squeeze and fondle. How on earth did he think he could ever swear off a pair of tits like this?
The lovers had begun to moan at the top of their lungs. Julie's nipples were the consistency of stone; her lust had extended their length to a couple of inches at least. The feel of Julie's hot hands as they slowly moved his taut cockskin up and down was so thrilling! Peter's granite-like cock was much too thick for Julie's hands to encircle but she certainly was doing an effective job on the oversized tool!
Too good a job, in fact! Peter knew it was time for the lovers to begin some serious fucking! The alternative was a geyser of cum that would probably arc across the entire length of the hotel room!
Peter stepped out of his pants and wordlessly led Julie to the bed. The lovers were too immersed in their passion even to speak. Upon reaching the bed, Peter ripped off his shirt, shoes, and socks, while Julie kicked off her four-inch heels and slithered out of her miniature skirt. Both lovers were now naked. Peter's sixteen-inch cock was so erect that it was hugging the curve of his trunk; when this happened, the ultra-cocked fellow knew he was super hot! The frantic lovers wildly embraced and kissed for a few moments. Their hands roamed everywhere.
Peter then gently lay Julie down on the bed. As soon as her back hit the sheets, the unimaginably buxom beauty spread her legs to nearly the breaking point. Man, was she ready! With a moan, Peter dove down and began to lick her pussy. She was so open, so wet! Peter spread her cunt lips and stuck his long tongue deep into Julie's vagina. She was so open that his tongue slid all the way down the slimy channel in an instant. Julie demonstrated her excitement at this oral invasion of her reproductive tract by going into an immediate and violent orgasm.
After licking circles around the circumference of Julie's vaginal canal, Peter knew it was time to fuck. The truth was he couldn't wait! What he now recognized as a long sublimated need to fuck his massively breasted girlfriend was driving him up the wall. He was either going to blow lunch inside her or all over the sheets. In either event, an act of ejaculation of some sort was going to take place very soon!
Their loving was earthy, urgent, and elemental. Peter and Julie were so hot for each other that he simply cut to the chase and slipped his mule-sized cock down her pussy with a grunt and started powerfully fucking his girl missionary-style. The lovers were looking for nothing fancy — no special positions, no exotic foreplay. They just wanted to fuck!
Peter was amazed as how effortlessly his thick tool slid down Julie's soaked pussy and then into her womb. He barely had to pause at her cervix. His ultra-breasted sweetheart was so hot that her gushing vagina was a superhighway of love. It was just amazingly open!
The deep sucking sounds engendered as his plunging tool slipped in and out of Julie's dripping pussy was a particular turn-on. Peter knew he was not going to last long at this rate.
Julie was showing even less success in restraint. In fact, she had begun to shudder and stiffen uncontrollably the very moment Peter's outsized cockhead disappeared between her puffy cunt lips. She came again as his cockhead eased past her cervix. As soon as Peter began long-cocking her in earnest, she simply went into perpetual orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, baby ... oh, Jesus!" After only ten minutes of fornicating, Peter was overcome by a monster orgasm. The long period of being deprived of Julie's gorgeous face, watermelon tits, and tight, steamy cunt — without even being aware of the deprivation! — made holding back any longer an impossibility. As he shuddered uncontrollably, too many long ropes of hot, creamy jism to count rocketed down Julie's convulsing pussy and into her womb. These two were right back where they had left off!
The lovers gently stroked and petted each other as they luxuriated in the warm glow of their lovemaking. Their stroking and petting seemed concentrated in certain shockingly well-developed areas! Not much talking went on; the fact Peter and Julie could not stop French kissing each other may explain the lack of conversation.
After only five minutes or so, Peter's giant tool began to engorge. Without a word, Julie moved down to his cockhead and began to kiss and lick that giant wedge of flesh.
Peter was soon entirely up and running. So was Julie! Peter soon felt his stiffened cock heading down Julie's throat. A loud gulp told the story; the talented beauty was deep-throating her lover. As Julie bobbed up and down on Peter's slippery, split-slathered cock, he could swear that his cockhead was ending up in the vicinity of his sweetheart's stomach. Julie could definitely swallow a cock!
The lovers were soon at it again. This time, Peter had rolled Julie back on her spine a bit so he could have a straight shot into her womb. He spread her legs, balanced himself on the bottoms of her luscious thighs, and slipped his giant pork down into the very center of her body. Peter lasted fifteen minutes before he was caulking Julie's uterus with more shots of creamy male seed. Peter was clearly catching up on his fucking!
The lovers then hugged and kissed for a few more minutes. It had been nearly three months since their sizzling multi-day tryst, and their stored-up mutual hunger for each other's bodies was as yet unsatisfied.
"I'm so happy we're here," Peter whispered.
"Hmmm!" Julie murmured happily. She was not much into talking at this point!
Peter felt so close to Julie! It was as if the three-month interval between their last tryst did not exist. His fantastically buxom sweetheart was lying on her back. Her massive tits were resting on her trunk and covering up not only her entire torso — but more!
Peter needed some of that! He got up and, after gently moving the bases of Julie's tits out of the way, straddled her waist. He was soon passionately grabbing handfuls of tit. His hands were overflowing with the soft, hot flesh!
The tit-struck fellow wildly rubbed and squeezed Julie's gigantic breasts. Along the way he teased her stiff, straining nipples with his thumbs. Julie had begun to moan.
Peter then lifted up a huge, heavy breast and began to butterfly its nipple with his flicking tongue. Then, after opening his mouth to its fullest extent he tried to get all of the huge areola into his mouth. It was a losing battle; the circumference of the light brown, roughened skin was much too big for that.
Still, Peter was able to take Julie's big nipple into his mouth and flutter his tongue against it from within his mouth. He then began suckling the giant tit with a big-lipped, hungry pressure. He was rewarded for his passion with a light stream of tit-cum. Julie was really getting off on this tit play as well.
The lovers were now moaning in unison. Peter released the stiff right nipple from his mouth, took hold of her enormous left tit with both hands, leaned down, and filled his mouth to the brim with the much too abundant meat that was gathered in his hands. Of course, only a very small fraction of its volume was actually getting into his oral cavity!
While attempting to balance the spreading puddle of breast flesh with one hand, Peter began to rub Julie's free right tit with the other hand. It was clear that Peter just could not leave Julie's massive tits alone. He simply couldn't get enough of her oversized milkers. Peter was in heaven!
Peter had now been away from the office for nearly two hours. He had covered his absence with a long list of imaginary errands; however, even that inventory of excuses was going to be exhausted soon. He was going to have to get back to the office. On the other hand, this period of frantic tit play had re-engorged his cock to its fullest extent. It was time for that third cup of coffee!
"I've got to go but I want to make love to you one more time, precious," Peter murmured.
"I want that, too," Julie responded. "But this time take me from the rear — I want you to go really deep this time! As deep as it's possible to go. That's so exciting!"
"Get on your knees and then down on your elbows, honey," Peter instructed. In that position, Julie's love hole was at the perfect angle for Peter to engineer a straight shot into her womb — and beyond! He stood up on the bed, moved close to Julie's tight, rounded ass, and, necessarily using both hands, pushed his straining pecker down so that his oversized cockhead was rubbing against her ravaged cunt lips.
Peter then gently inserted the massive knob between Julie's folds and began to probe the hot, slick nether regions beyond. Julie was so wet, so slippery, so tight!
Even so, their earlier lovemaking had left her vaginal canal sufficiently dilated so that Peter's mammoth shaft got simply swallowed up! He passed through her cervix on the third stroke and was bumping up against the far wall of Julie's womb on the fourth stroke. On the fifth stroke he was pushing that far wall up into the center of her body. Oh, man! This was so exciting, so thrilling!
As he stood there wildly fucking away, Peter was holding on to Julie's curvy ass cheeks, using them as handles to aid his lovemaking. He was pulling her rump up to his groin as in the same motion he was plunging his massive rod down her cunt and then into her womb, and then into regions beyond that! In response, Julie had started endlessly to come; in fact, she had been shuddering and stiffening since about Peter's fifth fuck stroke.
Even though this was Peter's third fuck of the tryst, the thrill of this back door loving pulled his trigger faster than in the other two couplings. The amazing slickness of Julie's cunt and the straight shot being traveled by his rock-hard dick down into her womb combined to make this a quick fuck indeed. In less than five minutes Peter was screaming with pleasure as another series of shakes and shudders commandeered his nervous system. Seconds later, still more creamy ropes of hot sperm were lathering the walls of Julie's uterus. Jesus! It was so thrilling to make love to Julie!
This sort of loving soon became a habit. Peter and Julie would meet once a week at the Sheraton but on different days — their movable fuck, they called it — and make torrid love in a variety of ways for an hour or so. For Peter, two pops was an absolute minimum and three was commonplace. He actually managed four orgasms during a ninety-minute love fest on one particularly steamy occasion. For Julie, several dozen orgasms was the norm. These two really knew how to pleasure each other!
Julie usually wore the sweater and skirt — nothing wrong with that! — but in time began to experiment with ever more daring attire. For one get-together, for example, she wore a mesh body stocking with a hole in her crotch; she had altered the hole to make it bigger in order to accommodate Peter's massive love log. Since the web of the mesh was widely spaced, her nipples were highly accessible. Alas! The body stocking did not survive even the first afternoon. Peter had clawed at it so frantically in his need to get at Julie's watermelon-sized tits that he had badly torn the mesh. "That's okay, honey," Julie said. "If you don't mind, I can go back to the sweater and skirt next week."
"Mind?" Peter exclaimed. "I nearly shoot my wad on the streetcar from Center City every time thinking about how sexy you're going to look in that outfit! Mind? I don't think so!"
Sex with Amanda remained good as well. In fact, as her belly began to swell, Peter's gorgeous wife seemed to be taking more and more of his huge cock down her throat. She was by no means deep-throating her husband; still, she was much more than half way there. The heartbreakingly beautiful mother-to-be was really working on her erotic skills. And those long, stiffened nipples were so exciting! At the same time, the "good" as in good sex with Amanda was overshadowed by the "great" as in great sex with Julie. There was just no getting around it! Full service was the way to go!
In fact, the one-day a week session with Julie was failing to do the job, Peter soon came to realize. After some three months, Peter found himself getting unbearably horny on the two or three days before his date with Julie. He had even begun to shorten the gap between the assignations so that, for example, a Friday date one week would be followed by a Tuesday date the next week. This was self-defeating, of course, because that meant he had to wait until the next Monday for the next get-together. Fiddling with the dates was no solution at all; it caught up with Peter in no time flat. But neither was delayed gratification the answer. The only real solution, Peter came to realize, was to increase their get-togethers to twice a week — at least!
Peter broached the subject during their very next rendezvous. The couple had just finished making love a second time. They were sitting cross-legged and facing each other. Their knees were touching. Every minute or so, they would lean into each other and softly but passionately French kiss.
At the same time, and with both hands wrapped around Peter's temporarily limp dick, Julie was languorously jacking her lover off. Her hope was to get him stiff enough to make love at least a third time in order for her to make the 2:49 local back to St Davids. She would be successful in that venture.
Peter had reached down and, also using both hands, was cupping Julie's enormous left tit. Until Peter had scooped it up, the giant gland had been resting in Julie's lap. Even though Peter was using both hands, the bulk of the tit meat was overflowing his palms. This did not, however, bother Peter who was busy fondling and squeezing the impossibly huge mound of flesh with real passion and need.
"This is so wonderful," Peter began abruptly, "but because it's so wonderful, this once a week is just not enough. You turn me on so much, baby! You've spoiled me, precious. The truth is, I need more! And I bet you do, too!" Peter paused for a second, and then continued. "What about doing this twice a week, darling?"
Although she did not actually let go of Peter's jutting cock, Julie did stop jagging him off. She looked up with a concerned, even saddened look on her face.
"No, Peter," she said. "No."
"No?" Peter broke in. "But ... why?" he added after a pause.
"It's complicated," Julie responded. "Believe me, I've thought about twice a week. Hell, I've thought about getting together even more often than that! It's been on my mind, too. That's why I was so quick to answer. I've thought about this! I had even reached a decision before you brought it up. So hear me out, okay!"
"Okay."
"First, the time I spend with you is the most precious part of my life. That's my starting point."
"Thank you, baby."
"The thing is, I think Norman suspects something, I really do! He would probably not say anything — that's not his style. He's sort of acting out, though. I can't be sure why but ever since we started seeing each other, he's really changed. He's started to lose weight — 25 pounds already! — and even working out. He's been running fifteen miles a week. He's even using Rogaine, for God's sake! It's like he's trying to woo me all over again."
"Wow!" Peter responded.
"And his makeover is actually working! Everything but the Rogaine, that is." Julie giggled. "He's actually getting slim, developing a hard body, he really looking good — better than at any time we've been together. Plus, he's now upped his lovemaking to four or five times a week. And, he's giving my breasts a lot more attention than usual."
"This wooing part. Is it working?"
Julie pondered her answer for a moment. "Yes, in a way it is working. I'm proud to be on his arm when we go out. That hasn't been true for years. Plus, I've actually begun to enjoy sex with Norman. That hasn't been true for years, either!"
"You're not giving me the heave-ho, are you, honey?" Peter broke in.
Julie smiled. "No ... never! Your loving is too important for that. You're too important for that! Always believe that, sweetheart! I've always told you that I love Norman, and I do — now more than ever, actually! But you ... Peter, you're just in a different category altogether. You're just beyond special!"
"Whew!" Peter exclaimed.
"But the thing is, I can't tell whether I've been busted or whether Norman just took a look in the mirror and decided to do a makeover. I just can't tell. After all," the mega-titted woman went on, "it's not as if I'm wearing a placard round my neck with 'adulteress' in big bold lettering or something. No scarlet letter, I mean. Plus, I haven't gotten caught in any lies," Julie continued. "At least so far as I know," she was quick to add.
As she made those statements, Peter looked intently at Julie. What he saw was a young woman with an amazing amount of radiant beauty shining out of her face. God! She had an aura you could almost taste. She just glowed!
On top of everything else, Peter realized as his gaze shifted to Julie's lap, she was so continually ready to make love that her nipples were permanently erect — and right down there, too! Oh God!
The truth of the matter suddenly hit Peter between the eyes. It would take only a moment of experiencing Julie's dazzling visage for Norman to realize that he was married to a girl who was being absolutely and thoroughly fucked by somebody, and, sad to say, it was not he doing the fucking — at least to the extent necessary to burnish his wife with a glow of sex like that! Nope, Peter was confident, Norman knew — there was no doubt about it! Norman just had to know!
"My guess," Peter solemnly pronounced, "is that he knows something's up. Maybe not who with, but something."
"I think so, too," Julie agreed. "Even so, I think I can handle this once a week schedule but twice a week would be really hard to do. It's just too dangerous! I just know we'd get caught. Eventually, at least."
"I agree, precious," Peter regretfully concurred. Plus, if Julie got caught the odds were good that he would get caught along with her. And that, you'd better believe, was not something Peter was willing to risk!
"But there's more, honey."
"Tell me, precious," Peter asked.
"Well, it has to do with you, actually. You've made me get out of myself. Peter, you're the best-looking guy I've ever seen! And then there's your cock! The things you can do with it! Those things are real motivators. It's easy to get sloppy when you're a recluse. When I saw you, though, I suddenly had a reason to fix myself up. And I did!"
"That's for sure!" Peter agreed.
"The thing is, though, I may have started doing it for you but now I do it for myself. I've really been getting out more. And not in muumuus, either. Just knowing that you're thrilling to someone," Julie leaned over and gave Peter an affectionate kiss on his cheek, "is a real spur to action. I now realize I don't have to stay home and hide my breasts. I can go out wearing real clothes." Julie laughed. "Well, as close to 'real' as a girl with an 85" bust can manage. I don't have to flaunt them but it's okay to wear normal outfits. If I get stared at a lot, well, it's just a compliment, that's all! Thanks, Peter, 'cause you made it happen!"
"That's wonderful," Peter agreed. He realized that any normal wardrobe was going to put Julie's enormous bosom on full display. She was going to stop traffic. She was going to draw crowds. It was a simple matter of physics! If she could live a normal life notwithstanding, she was well on the way to coming to terms with her astonishing figure.
"What that means, though," Julie continued, "is that now I get out a lot. Like shopping once or twice a week ... I even go out to lunch. With girlfriends. Girlfriends I didn't use to have. I've really turned myself around." She giggled again. "Just like Norman, I guess!"
"Great!"
"But the bottom line is that I just know Norman is suspicious. His busty recluse is now a gadabout! More and more, he asks where I've been. He even calls up at odd hours of the day. To chat, he says. I wonder, though!"
"Me, too," Peter agreed. "This sounds like a man on a mission of discovery."
"Most of my running around is innocent," Julie continued. "Of course, part of one day a week is not. Not at all! But if I added a day with you, honey, I'm just afraid it would tip the balance. It would be too much and probably cause Norman to take an even closer look at all the days I get out! Norman may be a little nerdy but he's no fool!"
Peter nodded in agreement. He was suddenly struck by an idea of how to deal with the problem but he intuitively felt it was the wrong idea. A very wrong idea! Julie's next comment proved he was right!
"I guess I could trade in one of my lunch with the girls days or a shopping day for a second day with you but, honey, I don't want to! Can you understand that? That is, I do want to trade it in some ways but in the long run I don't! Does that make any sense?"
"I understand," Peter murmured sympathetically. Of course, he did not understand at all. Still, was he glad he had kept his mouth shut!
"Do you? What I'm saying is that getting out of the house and becoming a whole person has been so great for me. But that wholeness comes not just from spending time in bed with you — no matter how great that is ... and it is! — but from the things I do on these other days, too. I don't want to give any of these things up. I need them all! But the only way to do that is to say no to a second day with you — even though it would be so great! God! I can't believe I'm saying no to another thrilling day of sex with my darling Peter! But I am and it's the right thing to do. I've really thought about it and I'm sure. Absolutely!"
"I know you are, baby, and I accept it fully." Then Peter smiled. "I'll just take as much of you as I can get!"
Julie smiled back. The smiles then slowly faded as the lovers began to stare at each other. "I love you so very much, Peter Wyeth, for so many reasons."
Their mouths then drew together to begin a passionate but gentle French kiss. Peter resumed fondling Julie's giant milkers and she likewise picked up where she left off. Within minutes, the lovers were ardently and wildly fucking. They wanted this coupling to be memorable. After all, it had to last until next week!
End of Chapter 21
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