Deep Cleavage

Last night we went out downtown.  The girls all dressed sexy, but I’ll tell you about my SIL in particular.  As I’ve mentioned before, she has big natural DDs and she likes to show them off, although her husband gets pretty jealous and tells her to cover them up.  Last night I walked into their house and instantly knew it would be a good night.  She was wearing a long dress.  The spaghetti straps held up two triangles of fabric that struggled to hold in her enormous tits.  The dress had a very low back as well, which made it impossible for her to wear a bra.  Not only did 1/3 of her tits make up the visible cleavage, you could see underneath her tits from the side because it was so lowcut.  No one can help but stare at braless, natural DDs in a very low cut dress.  It was glorious to watch her tits jiggle as she walked around the house.  Her husband complained, but I couldn’t wait to get out of the house with her.  

Another friend was there too, already pretty drunk.  Apparently her drunk move is to bend over and wag her ass in your face.  Not a bad move, especially when she is wearing high heels and a very short dress.  I caught a few peeks of her pussy covered by a white thong before we even left the house.  

The next few hours were spent trying to be in a good position to check out SIL’s tits.  She kept drinking, but she was still alert enough to remember to periodically push her tits back into the dress.  There is something so entrancing about waiting for a big pair of boobs to fall out of a dress.  It’s inevitable, and you don’t want to miss it.  I still haven’t seen her nipples yet, and I really want to.  

The girls finally couldn’t wait any longer, and I went with them to the dance floor.  I knew this was my best shot.  I was so turned on, holding my wife’s ass as it grinded on me while I watched her sister’s tits bounce in front of her.  SIL was ready to party, and she was bouncing her boobs around like crazy.  She didn’t wear that dress to pretend like she didn’t have big titties.  It was great to look inside her dress to see the bottom of her tits bouncing up and down.  She still had them strapped in tightly though, and I didn’t even get a peek at a nipple.

I stepped back to watch other guys grope and caress the girls.  Their friend in the short skirt backed off the dance floor.  Right in front of me, she pulled her dress up, completely exposing her ass.  She readjusted her thong between her cheeks before she pulled the dress back down.  I hadn’t expected to see that, but it was a nice diversion since I has not getting into my SIL’s dress.

The girls got tired of being groped, so they made the obvious decision to start dancing on the stage.  They all went crazy on each other up there, and the crowd enjoyed the show.  My wife started making out with one of her friends up there.  Still though, even with all the bouncing, SIL’s boobs stayed put.  I knew that since she was up on that stage, every guy in there was thinking the same thing that I was.  I hoped that one of them could tease her tits out.  

The girls got tired out, and met me at the bar.  SIL, still excited, put her arms around me and started grinding.  She grabbed me from the side, so I could feel her tits rubbing on my arm, which rested right in that magical cleavage.  She said Look Sis, I am grinding on your husband.  I tried unsuccessfully to position my elbow to push her dress off her shoulder to expose her breast.  In the meantime, I enjoyed having my arm nestled in the softness of her big tits.  The night ended soon after that, her tits still locked away behind those straining cotton triangles.  I made progress, because now I have felt her boobs, but I will have to wait for another night to actually see them.

Last night was a good night

Last night was a good night, and I am excited to share it with you all.  I went to a community festival that is known for topless girls and painted breasts.  I decided to take advantage of the views, and the girls were accommodating.  I entered the festival and meandered through the crowds for a while, scoping things out.  Things went well from there.

Walking straight toward me was a woman with caramel skin and a pair of completely bare natural D breasts.  They hung very nicely, gently moving with each step she took.  She passed directly by me, giving me a great close-up view.  My wife, walking beside me, looked at me and smiled, knowing I was enjoying myself.  

We continued to walk, and a younger woman appeared directly in front of us.  She walked quickly by, directly across our view.  She had a great set of perky tits, also completely uncovered.  They were a great, perky set of C’s, with nicely pokey nipples.  The direction she was walking gave me and my wife a perfect side view.  Unfortunately, they disappeared quickly into the crowd.  My wife smiled at me again, and as soon as we sat down she excitedly told them that we had seen some great tits already.

I kicked back to listen to enjoy the music up on stage, keeping a sharp eye out for any more adventurous young women.  Before long, I spotted her.  She appeared right in front of the stage, facing away from me.  She was tall and skinny, with long straight hair.  Her darkly tanned skin looked gorgeous in contrast with her white booty shorts.  That’s all she was wearing.  She kept running one of her hands through her hair, but she never brought it over her shoulders to cover her bare breasts.  I tried to will her to turn to face the crowd, but the best I got was a 45 degree turn for a nice side-boob view while her arm was raised.  Finally, she turned to leave the stage, and briefly flashed me her entire chest.  Again, no paint, just small bare breasts.  She was a great picture.  The way her skin glowed and her arms looked while she played with her hair tantalized me so much.  I was very sad to see her leave, and although I looked for her, I never got a closer look.

After she left, I scanned the crowd around me.  Happily, directly in my new view, was yet another topless girl.  She was arranging things on her blanket, or something. I couldn’t tell, because her bare tits had me distracted.  She was topless in denim shorts, and was facing me straight on.  Every time she bent down, her natural breasts hung down and swung around.  She bent over five or six times.  All of a sudden, she disappeared with her friend, and I had nothing to look at for a while.  Well, no tits to look at anyway.  My wife started dirty dancing with her friend on our blanket.  They had the attention of everyone around us.  The two sat down on the blanket in between songs and my wife's friend met my eyes, then leaned over and licked my wife's cleavage.  We smiled at each other, then another song started playing.  My dirty girls jumped up to go dance in front of the stage. I didn’t want to get in their way, so I went out for some more exploring.  

There were a lot of smoking hot girls walking around, wearing bras, bikini tops, tube tops, or lowcut dresses with an excessive amount of cleavage.  The girls were working hard for us guys.  One woman wore an open jean jacket, clearly wearing nothing underneath.  For all the sex appeal though, I was having trouble finding any bare chests.  Then I spotted a circle of people sitting under a tree.  A girls back had the words “need paint” on it.  I headed over to see if she had found any.

She had, as had four of the girls in the circle.  They were young and fit, with sweet white skin.  Their breasts were covered with colorful paint, one had a rainbow on her chest.  From the side, I noticed that one girl’s breasts refused to sag, even though she was sitting Indian-style and leaning forward.  I perved.  I did.  I walked around the circle twice, looking at the girls’ chest artwork.  Others were standing around watching, so I wasn’t acknowledged, which made me feel better.  I thoroughly enjoyed the show.  Then I noticed another girl standing with a couple of guys nearby.

Her tanned back did not have any strings or covering, and she clearly was not covering her chest as she talked to those guys.  I headed toward her and heard her ask where the belly dancing stage was.  I looked at her curved hips and long skirt and thought that I would love to watch her dance and swing.  I walked around her to see her from the front.  I continued to think about her moving her hips as I saw her softly rounded belly underneath her colorfully painted breasts.  She smiled at me as I stopped short and stared directly at her, clearly looking her up and down.  I smiled, and instinctively asked if I could get a picture of her paint.  She surprised me by saying sure, and then posed for me.  Thankfully, I did not drop my camera as I got a quick shot.  She asked if she could see it, and came to stand next to me to see it.  I felt her nipple brush my arm, so I gently pushed my arm into her breast.  She softly laughed and apologized for brushing my arm with her boob, but I told her she never needed to apologize for touching someone with her breast.  I told her she looked great, and she seemed pleased with the picture too.  As I got ready to leave, she put her arms out and said she was giving everyone a hug.  I didn't see her hug the first guys, but in my experience, you don’t refuse a hug from a topless girl, so I pulled her close.  I enjoyed feeling her soft skin on her lower back.  As I stepped back, I drew my hand around her side and held my palm against her stomach as I told her again how great she looked.  She smiled sweetly, and we parted ways.

The idea of pictures hadn’t occurred to me before my adventure started, but that went well, so I thought I’d try again.  I went back to the circle and touched one girl on the shoulder.  She looked up at me, and I asked if I could take a picture of her paint.  She only thought about it for a second before she stood up and checked herself out.  She told me it wouldn’t be a problem, since her breasts still looked like mushrooms.  Whatever, I still don’t see it.  But I did see her cute breasts.  Her pierced nipples were clearly visible through the red paint.  Two pictures down; no hug on that one though.  I thanked her and just walked away.  This was getting awesome.

I walked some more, and saw a girl bending over looking through a bag, and thought I saw some hanging breasts over that bag.  I walked up to her to see if I could get her picture, then noticed that a guy was standing close to her.  He didn’t look happy, and I decided to egg him on a bit.  I asked if she was his, and she stood up and smiled.  So did the orange butterfly flitting in front of her bare chest.  He didn’t say anything, so I asked her if I could take a picture of her paint.  She looked at the guy, seeming to know that he was getting angry, but she said ok.  She just asked if I would keep her face out of it.  I assured her that I would, but let’s be honest, I didn’t really care about that.  I took two shots, from different angles just to make the guy a little angrier, thanked her, and walked away.  If you can’t handle guys looking at your girl’s bare breasts, don’t hang out with her when she’s topless.

I was in a great mood, and I couldn’t believe my luck.  One girl turned down a photo op, but I was 3 of 4.  Crazy good odds.  I thought that my night couldn’t get any better, but then I saw the trio.  Tiny pink shorts and two long skirts.  How could I walk by that without doing anything.  I walked right up and asked if I could get a picture.  There was one guy already talking to them, but at least two were free, right?  He thought a picture was a great idea.  As they lined up, one saw my ring and asked where my wife was.  I laughed that she was dancing with a girlfriend, and that satisfied any concerns she may have had.  I snapped a couple of the six beautiful bare tits, then he tapped me on the shoulder.  You want to get in there?  I’ll take pictures for you.  I stepped in, wrapping my arms around them.  After a couple of pictures, I couldn’t resist.  My hands were already right underneath two girls' boobs.  I moved my right hand up and grabbed Shorts’ right breast.  It felt so full and soft, although her dark nipple was hard under my fingers.  Shocked, she reached up and grabbed my hand while the other two girls laughed.  The picture line broke up.  Worried that I had overstepped my welcome, I thanked them and quickly left.  I don’t think they minded too much though, because I saw a picture of the trio on Instagram with another guy later that night.  Then I think I saw Pink Shorts on Instagram topless in black shorts a couple days later.  I like to think that grabbing her boob encouraged her to stay topless to help make the world a more beautiful place. My only regret is that I did not grab White Skirt's boob too.

I returned to my wife, and we enjoyed the rest of the night.  On the way home, she told me she would be going back tomorrow.  She enjoyed the breasts as much as I did.  Well, maybe not quite as much.  But she told me she was planning on going topless tomorrow, so I should come too.  I asked if she was going to paint her D boobs, or just leave them bare, and she said probably bare.  Let’s hope tonight is another great night.

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Friends at the pool

My girlfriend and I spent a lot of time at my pool this summer.  The yard is secluded, so it was always a very relaxing time.  She liked to have friends over, and they loved to come.  My pool area was a great place for things to happen.

Occasionally, my girlfriend, D wore a bikini while she laid out.  This afternoon was one of those days.  I walked out the back door and she was laying in the sun with two of her friends.  It always pleased me to walk out onto the patio to see beautiful young women enjoying the sun on their bare skin.  They were playing and laughing and didn't see me walk out, so I slipped back inside and fixed up a batch of margaritas for them.  When I delivered my gift to them, they were very appreciative.

I laid down on a chair next to them and joined their conversation.  They were discussing fake boobs, because one of D's friends had recently gotten a pair.  The girls, with various sized natural boobs, were generally in favor of naturals, but did have an appreciation for the new set.  D liked to take advantage of any opportunity to feel another girl up, so she suggested they compare each others' boobs.  That suggestion may have been for my benefit, but I wasn't going to stop them.  As soon as she pulled her natural C's out of her bikini top, the other girls thought it sounded like a good idea too.  They would not hear any complaining from me.

D suggested that I should try them all out and give my opinion.  I gave each pair my best effort, cupping and gently squeezing each pair of breasts.  Her friend T's natural DD's got the most attention, though.  There was something about that extra fullness that I could not take myself away from.  D came over and fondled one of them while I fondled the other.  T laughed and said she thought that settled it.  Natural DD's were the best.

Not to be ignored, R pulled off her bottoms and bent over a chair.  He natural B's were nice and perky, and barely changed shape as she hung them toward the ground.  She insisted that her ass more than made up for her small boobs, and wanted me to get a good feel.  I glanced at D, but she was still distracted with the DD she had in both hands.

I walked over to R and cupped one cheek, but I told her she would need to stand up so I could get the full effect.  I have to admit, for a slim, tight body she had an ass that could jiggle with the best of them.  As I squeezed and pinched her ass with one hand, I slid the other around to fondle one of her breasts.  Still not quite sure if I was crossing a line with D, I looked over to see her deeply kissing T while they both felt each other's' breasts.  I figured I was going to be ok.

The rest of the afternoon involved a lot of playful kissing and touching and very little clothing.  I was sad to see them leave, but they promised to come back for another fun afternoon very soon.

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Comforting my sister-in-law

Their house had just been broken into, and her husband had to go out of town on a business trip.  My wife told her sister that she was welcome to stay at our house while he was away to make her feel safer.  After the first night, my wife had to go to her parents house to watch their dogs.  I got a little bit excited, because I would be alone at night with her sister.  

I told her goodnight, and went to my king bed to go to sleep.  Before I got into bed, I did one more unnecessary trip downstairs, hoping that on my way back up I might get a peek at her body as she walked down the hall to or from the bathroom.  No such luck. 

It is always hard to feel completely comfortable alone in a king size bed.  I couldn’t fall asleep,and it turns out I am glad I stayed awake and coherent.  I heard some noise out in the hall, and my bedroom door opened.  Silhouetted in the moonlight was the sexy outline of a woman gorgeous. It was her.  In her outlined form I could see the curve of the side of her breasts.  She asked if I was still awake, and when I answered that I was, she walked toward the bed. 

My eyes adjusted and I could see her slender form standing like an angel beside the bed.  All that covered her was a pair of panties.  She told me she was really lonely, and didn’t want to stay alone in the other room.  Since I had a king size bed, could she join me so she wouldn’t feel so alone?  I told her that I was wearing my usual bedclothes, nothing.  She smiled slightly and said no problem, she'd join me.

With one quick motion, she pushed down her panties, pulled back the blanket, and slid into my bed. My heart pounded with excitement and nervousness.  It was hard for me to catch my breath.  She thanked me for letting her come in.  I said that it was fine.  I wasn’t sure how to respond.  It was true that minutes before I was trying to get a peek at her body, but now that she was naked in my bed, I was not quite sure what to do.  I decided though, that since she clearly knew what she was doing, I needed to take advantage of this and do some touching while I had the chance.

She said good night to me, and rolled on her side facing away from me.  I lay on the other side of the bed, looking in her direction, trying to decide how I should touch her first.  She solved my dilemma for me.  Will you come and cuddle me, she said.  My heart leapt to my throat.  I knew that as soon as that happened, I would be touching every part of her that I had dreamed of seeing and feeling as long as I had known her.  My dick was so hard, I needed to figure out what I was going to do with it.

I scooted over to her and slid on arm under her pillow.  Then, as inconspicuously as I could, I placed my dick between her legs as I moved into the spooning position.  There it was. Her big, soft white ass pressed into my lap.  My free hand laid on her thigh.  I felt a warmth on my dick and realized she must already be dripping from her pussy. I felt around her thigh for a few seconds, then slid my hand up across her stomach to her natural DD’s.  I slid my fingers under the weight of the top breast, enjoying the feeling of my hand held firmly by those boobs that I had always admired. 

She murmured softly that it felt good to be held.  I briefly thought that I should really stop right there.  This answered every fantasy I ever had about her, and had the possibility to get me into really big trouble.  She didn’t seem to mind though,and my cock was very curious about that dripping pussy.  No way was I ending this, as long as she was happy.

I cupped as much of her boob as I could in my hand, and gently squeezed and massaged it for a couple of minutes.  My penis throbbed between her legs.  She kept clenching her thighs together and gently pushed her ass harder into my lap. The soft motion moved my dick closer and closer toward her waiting vagina.  Her fingers moved to her legs and pressed against my penis.  That slight pressure was enough to open her labia and I thrust myself in as soon as I felt the warm wetness inside those soft lips.

In an instant, I was terrified and ecstatic.  She felt amazing.  So warm and inviting, and her groan told me she wanted me to stay inside.  She kept her fingers there, massaging her clit.  I began to slowly move inside her.  I squeezed her boob hard, and she let out a satisfied exclamation.  Her nipple was hard, and I twisted it slightly between my fingers.  This got her more excited.

She sat up and pushed me on my back.  I looked up at her enormous boobs and could not have been happier, although my dick was upset it had been unexpectedly pulled from her pussy.  She laughed at me and asked if they looked better than her sisters'.  I nodded and grabbed them, one in each hand.  She pushed my dick back inside her and started to ride me.  When she started rubbing her clit I let go of her boobs. They bounced and swayed as she pushed herself up and down on me.  I reached around and grabbed her soft ass and she lowered her hanging boobs so her hard nipples brushed my face as she moved.  I caught a boob in my mouth and sucked it as far into my mouth as I could, flicking my tongue around her nipple.

She pulled it out of my mouth and sat up, arching her back.  I lost hold of her ass, but I just felt her soft thighs as I watched her womanly form gyrate above me.  Her boobs danced enticingly, barely in reach of my hands.  I could tell she was getting close to climax, because her movement started to become irregular.  I started to let myself really enjoy the feeling of my sister-in-law’s vagina sliding along my cock. 

We came almost simultaneously.  Still hard, I rolled her over and pounded her missionary style.  I could always give my wife an orgasm from this position.  I could tell we were lined up just right, and I moved on her until I felt the familiar goosebumps that always indicated that my wife was having an orgasm.  After she finished, I rolled off her and rested my hand on her chest, feeling her soft boob.  She breathed heavily, and laughed a little.  She told me she didn’t feel alone anymore.  She asked me if I could get hard again, and I told her I could.

She pushed me off and sat on top of me again.  She rubbed her clit in circles on my dick.  It hardened again as I watched her hips move one way while her breasts jiggled and swung.  I caressed one of her boobs for a few seconds, then slid two fingers up inside her while I pressed my palm against her clit.  She rubbed that for a second, then grabbed my penis and sat down on it.  She slid it in and out hard as she rubbed herself.  Her boobs slapped together until I grabbed them and held them up for her.  We both finished again, and lay next to each other completely exhausted.

I didn’t know what to do, but I felt amazing.  We cleaned ourselves off together in the shower, and climbed back into bed together still naked. I fell asleep spooning her, my hand held firmly between her breasts.  I don’t know (or care) if she slept that night.

The next morning I woke up before her and went downstairs to get some coffee.  I must admit that I was apprehensive about how she would react this morning, but the way it had happened I didn't think she would be too upset.  I just hoped that we would be able to enjoy each other's company in the years ahead.  My concerns were unfounded.

She came downstairs wearing absolutely nothing.  She smiled shyly at me, and told me I had seen it all already so I shouldn't act so surprised an just enjoy the show.  Seeing her move about the kitchen, her ass and boobs moving as she walked, made me want her all over again.  After she poured some coffee she came over and placed her bare ass on my lap.  With her tits just inches from my face, she told me that we should probably be careful around each other for a while.  I cupped one of her breasts in one hand, and placed the other on her ass as I told her that she was probably right.

Laughing, she pushed my hand away from her breast and stood up.  She faced me, pushed her breasts against my face, then sat down straddling me.  I mean it, she said, and we both laughed.  We both skipped work that day, and fucked two more times before she put on clothes and went back home.

Sister-in-law

My wife is beautiful.  Her sister looks very similar to her, with a few differences.  Her sister is taller, so she has longer legs.  She also has DD boobs that she loves to show off.  So, to sum up, her sister is a leggier, bustier version of my smoking hot wife.  I know she is technically related to me now, but I can’t deny the physical attraction.

She has always been the kind of girl who appreciates that she has enormous boobs, and she allows others to appreciate them too.  She wears very low cut dresses that provide deep cleavage.  I love going out with her and my wife.  The views at the table are fantastic.  We were out last week with them, and she wore a see-through button up top over a black push up bra.  As she sat down, she complained that her husband didn't like her bra showing.  Personally, I thought her bra and the boobs both looked great, especially with where she had the shirt unbuttoned to.  He had her do another button, but when he went to the bathroom, my wife got her to open back up.  Recently I have noticed that she gets even looser with her body the more she drinks. 

We came home from drinking one night and she plopped down on the couch.  Her dress was short that night, and it climbed up when she sat.  There it was, a beautiful nude colored V of panty.  Her dress was up to the top of her panties as she sat there, not worried at all.  I quite enjoyed the view, not expecting it to happen again.

A week or so later, she was laying down on a bed after a night of drinking.  She was showing off her legs that night in another short dress.  As she laid down, her legs toward us, her dress moved up to show her ass.  She was wearing high cut bikini panties.  I could see her long legs become soft white ass, and the panties covering the soft lump of her pussy lips.  This went on for about 30 seconds while she talked to her sister.  I was beginning to think that she could become a lot of fun to have around.

A couple nights ago, she was sitting on our couch again, wearing a really low V dress.  She had a pillow on her lap, but as she leaned into conversation the pillow pushed up on her boobs.  Possibly the best cleavage I have ever seen in public, other than my wife's.  I was looking at someone else when I heard my wife get her attention and say “It’s all out,” while she touched her own boob.  Since I happened to be talking to her husband at the time, I didn’t feel like I should look over to see what was going on.  Missed opportunity.  I could see her readjusting out of the corner of my eye, but I missed any nipple.

I heard a friend of theirs talking about another night that she got really drunk.  As they walked up to the apartment, she took her dress off.  He said her husband told him he should probably wait outside.  He didn’t get to come in for a couple minutes, because she was aimlessly walking around their apartment naked with no thought that the friend may have followed them inside.

All in all, I think the opportunity is there to see her boobs someday, and maybe see her body fully bare.  My wife is in favor of a topless beach, so maybe on a future family vacation?  I intend to plan as many drinking nights as I can with her around.  Good things are bound to happen.