The Affair Continues 1

[Ma****]

The married aerobics instructor sat side-by-side with her boyfriend on the couch, in the city apartment at night, the TV flickering softly in the background with a forgotten late-night show. Their kisses had grown deep and hungry, tongues sliding wetly together, when his hand pushed slowly beneath her damp cropped tank top.

She hesitated, breathing ragged, shame and excitement twisting inside her. This is crossing a line… he’s never seen them bare. Only my husband has. But the need won out. With trembling arms, she lifted them, silently giving permission.
He ***led the sweaty tank top up and off. Her large, bare breasts spilled free for the first time in front of him—heavy, soft, and glistening with a light sheen of post-class sweat. They swayed naturally, full and beautifully shaped, wide dark areolas tightly puckered around thick, stiff nipples.

His eyes wide with awe as he stared. “Your tits are even more incredibly bigger than I imagined. So big… so perfect.”

The praise hit her like a wave, deepening her guilt. He shouldn’t be saying that… these aren’t his to admire. Her cheeks burned as she pulled him into another deep, desperate kiss, plush lips parting wide, tongue seeking his with needy strokes.

His hands immediately cupped her bare tits, lifting the heavy, warm globes with open reverence. “God, they’re so soft and heavy,” he murmured between kisses, voice thick with lust. “Look at these nipples… so dark and hard for me already.”