New Tits

**Author's Note:**

This is a quick and dirty 1,000-word short.

Kelly's just turned forty, and her husband bought her new tits to celebrate. Now they're healed, she's gagging for more than a mirror selfie. In a remote woodland clearing, under the glow of headlights and the gaze of strangers, her birthday treat becomes an all-out public cum show.

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NEW TITS

Kelly had turned forty and decided she wanted something special. Not the usual spa day or even a holiday. No, she wanted something bolder and more permanent.

So she got new tits. Massive 34gg ones and firm as anything. Paid for by her husband, with a grin on his face and a tent in his jeans as soon as the bandages came off.

They were healed now. Still a little sensitive and certainly still finishing their 'drop and fluff'. But tonight, she'd decided, it was time to christen them properly.

She wore her filthiest gear. A latex mini skirt that shimmered like oil and looked like it had been sprayed on, and a black vest top tight enough to show the outline of her nipples. No bra, obviously, just those big new tits straining the fabric. She also had on skyscraper heels, fishnet hold ups and her long leather trench coat for the reveal.

In the car, her husband couldn't keep his eyes on the road. He kept sneaking glances and adjusting himself in his pants..

"You alright there, babe?" she teased, biting her glossed lips.

He let out a chuckle. "Fuckin' hell, Kelly. You look ridiculous."

"Good ridiculous or divorce-worthy?"

"Filthy ridiculous."

She smiled. "Good. I'm gagging for it."

"Where we going?"

"Woods. That spot we went to years ago."

He just smiled and nodded, didn't say a word as he drove.

It was quiet when they got there. Proper dogging territory - hidden and remote, but easily known to those who wanted to. There was only one other car at first, parked deep under the trees. But she knew how it worked. All it took was one show to get the others sniffing. Word would soon get around.

Kelly climbed into the back seat and pulled him after her. She reached for his jeans, unzipped him, and pulled his cock free.

She started with hungry strokes, wet kisses on the tip, and little licks like she was tasting him. Then she went all the way down - her lips pushed right into his pubic bone.

She bobbed up, eyes filled with hunger. "Think anyone's watching yet?"

"Give it a few minutes."

She grinned and went back to work. Slurping and gagging, spitting on his cock. She stroked him with both hands between sucks, lipstick already smeared in long streaks down his cock.

It was no time at all before she heard footsteps and a crunch of twigs.

She could make out figures at the edge of the clearing. First one. Then two. Then more. Half-hidden behind trees, standing still, watching. And unmistakably wanking.

Kelly didn't stop. She just looked up at her husband, spit dribbling down her chin.

"Told you," she whispered.

She pulled back, wiped her mouth, and opened the car door. The cool dusk air hit her skin, but she didn't mind. She climbed out of the car, heels crunching underfoot.

With a flick of her wrist, she unbelted her coat and laid it on the ground like it was a stage for what was to come. Then she knelt, her eyes never leaving the men in the trees.

She reached for the hem of her vest top and peeled it off. Her tits dropped free like a weapon. Big, round, gravity-defying. The kind of tits that made grown men groan and reach for themselves instinctively.

Someone did groan, loudly.

Kelly looked up, eyes blazing. She stroked her husband's cock twice, then took him deep again, her tits swinging beneath her.

She pulled off, spat in her hand, and wanked him slowly. Then she looked over her shoulder and beckoned.

One man stepped forward. Middle-aged, leather jacket, his cock already out. A thick one, uncut, with a fat head.

She nodded. "Come on, then. Let's see what you've got."

He walked closer. She wrapped her hand around him and eased him into the rhythm. Another joined - this one younger and leaner, long slender dick hard in his grip. Then came a third. Shorter, average size but leaking heavily. A fourth one brought up the rear: a stocky bloke with a curved cock that jutted up like it was pointing at her tits on purpose.

She gave each a stroke. Took two in her hands. Sucked one while jerking the others. Her tits jiggled as she moved, smeared with pre-cum before they'd even started.

She squeezed them together. "Let's see if you can give 'em a good glaze."

They didn't need asking twice.

The first one to cum was the skinny lad. He came all over her chest with a whimper, streaking her left tit, then smearing his head against it with a groan.

Second was the thick one. He grunted, grabbed her shoulder, and came with a force that hit her collarbone and ran down in thick white lines.

The third tried to hold back, breathing heavy, muttering "fuckfuckfuck" as she stroked him with her tits. But it was no use. He sprayed her, then collapsed back onto his heels.

The last one pulled out all the stops - jerking hard, slapping his curved cock across both tits before adding the final finish. He painted her nipples with it, white on pink and shining like gloss, creamy globules hanging from her nipples like Christmas decorations.

Her husband didn't stop. He fucked her mouth as all four came on her, moaning as she swallowed him deep.

She gagged, taking it all, drool running down her chin. Then he pulled out, panting, and unloaded across her tits too. He came heavily, the sight of the tributes given to his wife too much for him.

Kelly looked up at him with a dirty grin. Her tits were a mess. Slick with cum, white lines and pools everywhere. But they looked magnificent. She looked down and laughed.

"Oh yeah," she panted. "That's how you christen a new set of tits."

The men backed off slowly, zipping up and vanishing into the trees without a word.

Kelly stayed kneeling for a moment, satisfied. She admired the chaos on her chest, then stood and pulled her coat back on. She didn't bother with the vest top - just let her tits hang free beneath the leather, still sticky and coated in the jizz of five men.

Her husband zipped up, still stunned.

"Jesus," he said, laughing awkwardly. "You've got a fucking problem."

She kissed his cheek. "I'm not finished."

He blinked. "You want more?"

She shrugged. "Next time I want double figures. But for now I'm gonna let this cum dry on me and you can fuck me like it later."