“She’s always done that,” Linda said. I could feel her anger shifting from me to Kira. “That’s how she stole not one but two of my boyfriends.” I knew she must be particularly drunk if she brought up the stolen boyfriends story. When Linda drinks, she gets either wild and uninhibited or sullen and insecure. I was hoping she wasn’t sliding toward the latter.
“Is that what this is all about? Linda, I’m married to you. I love you. I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And right now I’m going home with you.” I wasn’t sure how far I should push this, but I figured I had to go for the big score. “Yes, I admit I was looking at Kira’s cleavage tonight. Frankly, she had it right out there for everyone. I know I wasn’t the only one who looked. But I…”
“You think she’s sexier than me, don’t you,” Linda interrupted. It was a statement, not a question.
“No I don’t. Like I’ve told you before, she’s attractive because she looks so much like you. But it’s you I want.” I paused, considering whether or not to go on. I decided to just blurt it out, “To be honest, when I was looking at her cleavage, I was thinking about yours.”
She looked at me incredulously and I thought I had gone too far. “That sweet of you to say that, but you don’t have to lie.”
“I’m not lying!” And I wasn’t, really. When I was looking at Kira’s chest, I was thinking about the ways it compared to my wife’s: their freckles, the ways their breasts swell and hang similarly, the size and shape of their areolas, the fullness of their nipples.
“Do you really like my breasts as much as Kira’s?”
“I love your breasts, Linda.”
“Oh really,” her voice changed. Instead of angry, she sounded…sultry. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Perhaps you’d better take another look.” And with that, she turned in her seat and unbuttoned her blouse. She caressed her bra-covered breasts, all the while giving me seductive looks. My cock sprang to life. Even though it was dark out, I’m sure other drivers would be able to see her. She then pulled one breast out over the cup of her bra and fingered her nipple. She took the other one out and cupped them for me. I had to make sure I didn’t run the car off the highway. I knew she must have been drunker than I thought since this is not something Linda would do. Not that I was complaining! As a matter of fact, I realized that I was more turned on by my wife at that moment than I had been in quite sometime. I looked up at her face and saw she was smiling devilishly at me. She leaned over to caress my cock through my pants. As she leaned, her breasts swayed lewdly over the top of her bra.
“Well, it would certainly appear that you do indeed like what you see,” she said as she felt my hard cock.
We turned onto our street, Linda’s hand on my cock, her breasts swaying free. When we pulled into the garage, she didn’t even bother to button up. She stripped off her blouse and bra before I could close the garage door. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. She slung her blouse and bra over her shoulder, jiggled her chest at me and said, “let’s go play.”