My husband always asks if he can “try something else”. I actually never knew what he meant, since I was raised Puritan. It was even difficult for me to get wet the first few times we had sex out of sheer guilt. I’ve grown past that, of course, and we have a pretty healthy sex life.
I’m pretty vanilla, I guess, when it comes to pleasing my husband. I’m not very good at blow-jobs or anything like that. I enjoy consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation, I guess I’m a freak like that.
But, it’s my 45th birthday. The kids have long moved out, our sex life is stagnant (at best), and I’m starting to feel that empty nest sex drive kick into high gear. As a surprise for him, and with nothing but hormones to blame, I decided to get breast implants for HIS birthday. I am an admirable C cup, but, after having a few kids, gravity has taken a toll.
I remember the doctor giving me examples of the various fluid levels and types of implants I could get as I scanned through a photo album of examples. Looked like women who wanted to be porn stars, to me! At that thought, however, I remembered finding some pornography on my husband’s computer. I knew he was into that unrealistic, plastic body-type that seemed only to exist to sexually excite others.
All those women he had organized into neat folders, even with nationality and cup size listed. My husband was a real connoisseur of breasts. He never complained about mine, I guess because they were realistic and he was able to touch them, but one woman stood out to me: Hitomi Tanaka. I googled her and, according to the aptly named “boobpedia,” she was a 34O. I mentioned her to the doctor, and he smirked. “Women usually want the perky D’s, but I can see that you’ve done your research. You know her’s aren’t fake, though?” Was his doctorate in big tits or something? Sheesh.
I sighed, “I want something my husband will enjoy. I want as big as you can give me.” He must’ve respected the look on my face, or maybe imaged my otherwise petite body with a huge rack, because he just nodded and scheduled me for surgery.
I’ll spare you the gory details of breast implant surgery, and get right to the results. I was a 34DDD by the time it was all said and done. I checked my husband’s computer and, sure enough, there was a porn star named Ava Addams with the exact same size.
My husband had been out on business during this entire thing, he worked internationally so I made sure to schedule all of this during a month he would be gone. He hated to miss his birthday, but I promised it would be one to remember.
I’ll skip over the reunion, the surprises, the explanations. You want to know what he did to my new big tits, don’t you?
The first thing I did was sit him down on the edge of the bed and plugged his laptop into the TV. He tried to explain his porn folder but I shushed him and turned on one of the Ava Addams videos he seemed to really enjoy. He was hard by the time I got back to the bed.
I lifted up my shirt, revealing a Calvin Klein bra, just like the one Ms. Addams wears in the video. I poured baby oil down my impressive cleavage and stretched the fabric over his rock hard dick. I let it go and the bra forced his cock between my tits. I pushed them together as hard as I could, and began rocking up and down, sliding my new breasts along his shaft on both sides.
My husband’s dick is impressive, about 9 inches long and just as thick. It’s like a beer can. As I took my cue from the video and tucked my head down, opening my mouth to suck on the head of his cock each time it surfaced from my cleavage. He laid back on the bed, moaning my name as I moved faster and faster. I could feel his huge cock twitch like it was about to explode in cum, and then I stopped.
He looked at me, and I smiled wickedly, “That’s your punishment for hiding all this porn from me!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b0c21w/first_titfuck_titfuck_implants_mf_unfinished
LOL, nice ending XD