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    Straight Female / 48

    My husband retired and to be frank it was the worst of times for me. He had always had a secretary and many underlings and he ordered me around. The worst part was being his secretary. I had enough and told him that he needed to hire someone to look after his affairs, I was out. Across the street from us lived a young married woman who always talked about needing money. She didn't work because her husband's work required him to travel out of the country, sometimes for a couple of weeks at a time. I liked her, we always got along and we talked about anything and everything and she spent lots of her lonely hours at my house. I asked her if she wanted to help my husband, it was mostly busy work but he would pay her and she could make a little bit of money and stay busy.

    Well the short story is that she fell in love with him. She is pretty in a Midwest sort of way and up until then when she started working with him I had never paid much attention to her like that. She is not some little petite flower, she is five nine, has ample hips and ample tits. And she started to come over in a top without a bra and not all her tops were appropriate for that. She leaned against him and rubbed her tits on his back, she let him put his arm around her and when she looked up to him she was begging for a kiss. Her first kiss was right there in the kitchen in front of me, he held her face in his hand and he gently kissed her lips. I didn't count but it was long, not a short little friendly kiss, he was kissing her and she let him kiss her.

    I didn't say a thing, I watched. From then on I was very aware of how she stood beside him, how she let him see her tits in her shirt, how she sat with her legs open, how she lowered her pants and sat on the toilet in the guest bath without quite closing the door. And I noticed his various stages of erection. But the big things were her tits, full and round and her nipples were always hard and she let him kiss her begging to be held or taken to bed. She and I were in the back room and I had a couple of tops that I had been given as gifts and never worn and I offered them to her. She slipped out of her top, her tits in front of my eyes, she slipped on the tops to try them on. And I wondered what my husband was going to do with those tits, was he going to feel her up the way she wanted, was he going to just lay her back on a bed and have sex with her, she was certainly ready and available.

    He was kissing her one morning, just standing there with her in his arms kissing her and pulling her close to him, she had her eyes shut and his hand slipped down her back and she didn't do anything. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes but decided that it was best if I just let her enjoy her moment. He left her with the paperwork and I cornered him and told him he was being very selfish, the poor girl needed him to either act or leave her alone. Just be nice to her, be gentle?, kiss her for real and take her on a merry-go-round ride, but stop teasing her, make love to her or break it off. He made love to her that afternoon, it was a total ceremony, I fixed the bed for them, I combed her hair, I helped her out of her clothes and gave her a clean nightgown, I told her that I was more than OK with it, I wanted her to enjoy being a woman. I would be outside in the den if she needed anything, but now was her time.

    When she came out she sat beside me for a long time before she spoke. I held her and let her say whatever was on her mind. I told her he really liked her, and probably loved her and she was free to love him, in fact I wanted her to love him, to feel she belonged in our house. They made love often enough, I enjoyed making the bed afterwards, feeling the warmth of the bed on my hand, smelling her on the pillow. I enjoyed him making love to her. I enjoyed combing her hair and dressing her. I enjoyed those wonderful tits, they made me feel things deep inside. When his hands were on her tits I felt that I could feel her tits in my hands, when his kisses were on her tits I could feel my lips on her nipples, when his hand slipped in between her legs I could feel my hand between her legs. It was a long time before I admitted to myself that I was in love with her and I made love to her vicariously through him.

    Seeing her, being with her after she made love proved to be the warmest moments for me. I waited for her to come out to the den, her smile and I could feel her warm body beside me. We sat on the couch and I combed her hair, and she leaned back and let me. She was my 'girl' too and I told her I loved her.

    Her name is Erin, she gave up her marriage which has given me so much relief and has she move in with us where she can be loved. I can't help but be in love with her tits, I never dreamt that one day I would be overwhelmed by a girl's tits. Incredibly my husband is more in love with her ass and her legs, her lips and her hair and pays scant attention to her tits.

    #44325 — Comments (2) — May 1, 2019 at 6:38 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • 1
    I think you should eat her pussy and make her ready for a good fuck. See how you like that and update us on the situation
  • 2
    eeee_YUUHHHH!! You'll be alright..

    Look, clearly there's a n_i_gg_e_r in the woodpile.

    You're a X'er so you may not know what that means but it's high time you learned.

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