Brittany's Braless Days

Britany carefully inspected her reflection in the mirror. The image caused her to blush with shame. Her obviously swollen nipples were definitely protruding as well as being somewhat visible through the two layers of thin, clingy fabric of her blouse. Although her blouse had breast pockets, the double layer of white fabric also failed to fully conceal her once small, pink aureoles that had grown so much larger and somewhat darker during her pregnancies. Even worse, her protruding nipples were also almost even with her elbows, revealing that she was not only a mother who'd diligently nursed her babies. She really wasn't a young woman anymore.

As she lamented her impending middle age, Britany reminded herself of the purpose of International No Bra Day. This event was intended to increase public awareness of breast cancer. By going braless today, Brittany would express solidarity with not only her mother and her aunt but three of their cousins and her late grandmother. She would also lend support to the many millions of the women who had been, were now, or might someday become afflicted with breast cancer. Unfortunately; that thought didn't alleviate her embarrassment.

It was comforting for Brittany to remind herself that during his most recent press conference, the President himself had promoted No Bra Day. He had suggested that this was America's opportunity to prove to the world, especially those British and Canadian snobs, that Americans were not so obsessed with breasts that America's entire economy would collapse if the country's women stopped wearing brassieres. The President had also jested that the event might inspire the lusts of the nation's men which in turn might help to alleviate the birth dearth some nine months hence. American women needed to give birth to an average of two-point-one children each just to sustain the population that was needed to maintain much less grow the economy. America needed to grow her population to grow her economy if she were to ever pay off her forty Trillion dollar national debt.

Brittany reasoned that she had already given birth to three daughters. Her girls attested to the fact that she had performed her patriotic duty to perpetuate the population of the nation and sustain the economy. She was getting to an age when she really shouldn't be having more children.

Unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders, Brittany reached for the little, white lace camisole that she'd laid out the night before. After pulling her camisole on over her head, she slipped on her blouse again. After buttoning up her blouse she inspected her reflection in the mirror once again. The extra layer of lacy, white fabric did help to obscure her nipples and aureoles. However; her skimpy camisole did nothing to support her large but pendulous breasts. She still looked like a matronly, saggy breasted, old woman.

Brittany glanced at the dress that she'd selected as an alternative to a skirt and blouse. The dress alone would definitely be more opaque and modest than her blouse with a camisole combination. However; wearing her dress without a bra would reveal that her once full, firm breasts had become so flabby and saggy.

Unbuttoning and removing her blouse once again then pulling her camisole off, Brittany reached for her bra. As she was effortlessly fastening the clasp between the bra cups, she said a prayer of gratitude for her husband's foresight. Brett had been elated when he discovered that Victoria's Secret offered this style bra in size thirty-four, double-Dee. He had bought almost a dozen of this style bra in various colors as well as white.

Of course Brett had been motivated by the fact that the micromesh fabric of the bra cups was so sheer more than the placement of the clasp that was so much more convenient for Brittany. She blushed again as she reminded herself that the placement of the clasp was also more convenient for her husband. Brittany was compelled to admit that she'd become fond of the fact that these bras were more alluring as well as convenient. They were certainly more flattering as well as comfortable than the matronly, full coverage, maximum support bras that she'd felt compelled to wear as she'd weaned her youngest. These bras were definitely better than those hideous nursing bras that she'd so often refused to wear back when her girls were infants.

Unfortunately; the COVID epidemic had ravaged not merely their lives but everyone's lives. Many of the malls had gone under as Victoria's Secret and so many other retailers had abandoned them or gone bankrupt. Even worse, as the epidemic abated, Victoria's Secret had decided to jump onto not merely the body positivity but the transgender bandwagon. As the saying goes, go woke, go broke. The financial consequences of political correctness had been just as disastrous for the once renown women's lingerie retailer as they'd been for Budweiser and Nike. Utilizing morbidly obese, most often black, women as models had only exasperated the financial carnage. Unlike Cracker Barrel who'd finally gotten smart enough to ditch the bitch that they had hired to be their Chief Operating Officer, those companies would never recover. Never again would anyone hire that gender confused, whatever the Hell it was, as a spokes it.

As Brittany was buttoning up her blouse, her husband walked into the bathroom. Brett barely glanced at her before commenting, "I see that you chickened out. I knew that you didn't have the courage to participate in No Bra Day?"

Brittany blushed as she replied, "I'll look old as well as slutty if I go braless under this blouse. Not every woman is going to be participating. Do you really want your wife going to the office with her flabby, saggy tits on display?"

Brett chuckled, "who's the loving husband who coaxed you into taking your bikini off at the nude beach during our trip to Florida?"

Brittany blushed as she protested "I didn't agree to go nude! You managed to untie the strings on my bikini bottoms while we were frolicking in the surf. After loosing half my swimsuit, I had no choice but to spend most of the rest of the day sunbathing and walking around the beach wearing only my bikini top."

"I know," Brett replied. "I loved every moment of it. I was elated when you finally found the courage to take your top off so you wouldn't have such obvious tan lines on your tits."

"You enjoyed looking at my matronly breasts only because you're my husband," Brittany retorted.

"Don't lie to me" Brett replied. "You noticed that I wasn't the only man who was looking at you. You also noticed the evidence that many of them were getting aroused while looking at you. You were obviously flattered by the attention. You actually commented on the fact that men seemed to actually prefer your obviously real breasts that haven't been pumped full of Silicone."

"This is different," Brittany argued as she struggled to suppress her shameful memories. "I'll be at the office. I'll be seen not by strangers that I'll never meet again but by people that I work with every day. It has been difficult enough to get people to take me seriously after I was a stay at home mom for so many years. I don't want my coworkers to think that I'm just a brainless, big breasted bimbo."

"You definitely are big breasted, but you're not brainless nor are you a bimbo," Brett asserted. "Not many women have their degree in computer science rather than underwater basket weaving. I knew that you weren't a bimbo either when I started courting you. It was rather obvious that you really were still a virgin when you finally allowed me to seduce you that night when I proposed to you. Your hymen bled so much that I was afraid that I'd seriously injured you."

Brittany blushed in shame as she remembered that night. She hadn't resented not actually having an orgasm that first time that they actually had intercourse. She'd been to fearful that Brett might have gotten her pregnant to care. She hadn't been reassured by the fact that he had been gallant enough to pull out as he'd promised. However; he'd ejaculated onto her vulva rather than her belly or breasts. The sight of her semen soaked pubic hair and labia had been alarming.

In spite of her anxiety, Brett's obvious concern that he'd injured her while falling to bring her to climax had inspired Brittany to rationalize that they should have a second go around when Brett's penis promptly recovered. She'd been on top that second time. Only after she'd taken Brett fully inside her did it occur to her that their second lovemaking was being lubricated by his semen. The knowledge that she was already flirting with the risk of pregnancy had inflamed her arousal. Brett had also had more stamina that second time. She'd actually brought herself to orgasm! Although Brittany had been tempted to yield to the temptation to consummate their engagement by compelling her fiancé to inseminate her, she'd dutifully raised herself off of him in time to bring him to orgasm by giving him a cameltoe slide.

Brittany blushed as she remembered how nervous she'd been the next few weeks. Even worse, she had been almost disappointed two weeks later when her period started only a few days late. They'd become somewhat more careful after their engagement night. Aside from Brett's willingness to withdraw, she had utilized the CycleBeads that her mom had given her soon after she began menstruating to help her track her ovulation cycles. Fortunately; Brett had started his career at a city a few hundred miles away. It had been less frustrating to utilize her CycleBeads to ensure that his visits didn't coincide with the fertile phase of her cycle.

Reminiscing about their recklessness evoked Brittany's even more shameful memories. She had allowed her Sorority sisters to convince her that she should exploit her long distance engagement with her fiancé as an opportunity to sow her wild oats. Brett had been no Casanova during his college years. However; he had lost his virginity to one of her sorority sisters the year before he began courting her. Rumor had it that he'd bedded one or maybe two other women on campus as well.

Brittany's sorority sisters had argued that since Brett had hadn't remained a virgin for her, she was entitled to indulge in a few, premarital flings as well. Brittany had quickly discovered that other men weren't as motivated to be as careful as her fiancé. Not only had Brett not remained the only man whose penis had been inside her, he definitely hadn't been the first to ejaculate inside her.

The discovery of the deliciously wanton pleasure of encouraging Brett to make love to her after she'd been with another man had encouraged Brittany's promiscuity. She'd gradually become bolder. She'd not only indulge in a fling only a few hours before her fiancé was going to visit, she'd encourage the guy to ejaculate inside her then not shower or bath. She'd been bemused that Brett never noticed the aroma or flavor of another man's semen when he made love to her.

Her embarrassment and guilt about not merely indulging in premarital sex with her fiancé but becoming somewhat promiscuous had dissuaded Brittany from consulting her doctor about contraception. However; her reckless promiscuity during her final Spring break trip to Fort Lauderdale combined with her impending wedding had motivated her to finally make an appointment. She'd been surprised and relieved when her doctor didn't chastise her for her somewhat censored account of her recklessness. The almost grandmotherly woman had assured her that sex education classes had originally been intended to inspire paranoia amongst young people to dissuade them from having sex before marriage. The propagandizing had gotten even worse during the AIDS epidemic. Sex education classes had been revised to inspire an almost religious reverence for the all mighty condom as a substitute for abstinence.

Rather than prescribe the birth control pill, Brittany's doctor had fitted her with the diaphragm. Her doctor had conceded that the seemingly anachronistic contraceptive device was not as effective as the birth control pill. However; since no synthetic hormones were involved, there was far less risk of side effects. Her doctor had also explained that oral contraceptives were actually far from perfectly reliable. While the diaphragm was far better than nothing, her gynecologist had suggested that she might want to take extra precautions such as continuing to use the withdrawal method or tracking her cycle. This sage advice had had enabled Brittany and Brett to delay conceiving their first child until they were able to buy their house.

Bringing her attention back to the present Brittany said, "you really are okay with your loving wife going braless at the office!" Brittany was asserting rather than asking. "The idea turns you on just like it turned you on when I went bottomless then totally naked at that nude beach," she teased as she was unbuttoning her blouse. Brett was still nude. His obviously erect penis proclaimed his approval as she took off her bra. After pausing for a moment, standing there totally nude before her husband, she put her blouse back on. However; she piously buttoned her blouse up to her throat.

Brett was obviously struggling to concentrate on shaving as Brittany sat down to pull her pantyhose on. As usual, his attention became focused on her sparse patch of dark pubic hair that had so often provoked accusations that she wasn't a natural blonde. The filmy fabric of the sheer to the waist style pantyhose that she favored barely obscured her sparse growth of light brown pubic hair that failed to conceal her labia. Brittany slipped on her red skirt then put on the matching blazer.

Although the company dress code allowed flexibility, Brittany insisted on wearing skirts or dresses to the office. She refused to wear those hideous pantsuits. She didn't want anyone to confuse her with that Hildebeast Clinton. She had no doubt that the First bitch had a kick starter on her vibrator. It was probably a Vee twin, sixteen hundred cee cee.

These last thoughts provoked a pang of guilt. Brittany reminded herself of the Bible verse, "let she who is without sin cast the first stone." The rather scandalous initiation rights of her sorority had not dissuaded her from joining. She'd soon rationalized that having a few Sapphic sisters with whom she could satiate her lustful desires would enable her to resist the efforts of the men that she'd dated to seduce her. Of course she'd also been coached by her sorority sisters on how to perform fellatio.

After buttoning her blazer, Brittany checked her reflection in the mirror again. While it was obvious that her breasts were at half mast, she was confident that her aureoles as well as her nipples would remain concealed as long as she kept her blazer buttoned. Unfortunately; she could feel her unfettered breasts bouncing in response to her movements as she was walking downstairs.

"You're looking good mom," her eldest daughter commented as she got to the base of the stairs. It was obvious that her Junior year girl was also observing No Bra Day as was her Freshman sister. Brittany's tween was also going braless, but she always did. She hadn't yet blossomed. "Unbutton your blazer so we can all see how you look," the middle school daughter insisted. Brittany was amazed when she reluctantly obeyed.

The drive to school with her girls was as nerve wracking as usual. Brittany would reluctantly concede that her eldest really was becoming more proficient. Unfortunately; she'd already turned sixteen and was eager to get her license. Brett had even taught her how to downshift as well as upshift through all five gears of the manual transmission without ever touching the clutch. She was grateful that there was as yet no need to replace their vintage diesel Jetta. Brett had refused to accept the recall to "repair" the engine so that it would truly meet the emissions standards. Although fuel prices had dropped precipitously after the annexation of the Alberta territory, her family was grateful that their Jetta never failed to get forty miles to the gallon and often nearly fifty.

Once they got to the school campus, the three girls eagerly piled out of the car and ran rather than walked to the high school, junior high, and elementary school buildings. Living in a small town that had congregated it's three schools had obvious advantages. It was an unseasonably warm, October thirteenth morning. Brittany couldn't not notice that the boys were admiring the way her two eldest daughters' braless breasts were bouncing under their blouses. Of course she worried about that. She knew that her eldest daughter was sexually active. Fortunately; she'd gotten her fitted for a diaphragm. She was beginning to suspect that her middle daughter had also lost her virginity. She needed to make an appointment with their gynecologist.

Arriving at the office, Brittany nervously stepped out of the elevator. Everyone looked, especially the women. Fortunately; most of her female colleagues were obviously honoring No Bra Day. The sensations of her unfettered breasts swinging and swaying as she walked to her desk still provoked embarrassment. She only belatedly realized that she'd neglected to button her blazer. All of the men were struggling to conceal their prurient interest.

Although she didn't button her jacket, Brittany kept it on as she worked at her desk. She was bemused rather than offended that most of her male colleagues fabricated an excuse to visit her in her office. While she didn't flaunt her braless breasts to them, she made no effort to conceal them.

Halfway through the morning, Brittany had to go to the server rooms to confer with the technicians. Although the issue of power consumption by server farms as well as water consumption for cooling was greatly exaggerated, it was always warm in the server rooms, especially on the upper deck. As always, she took her jacket off so she wouldn't get overheated. She was bemused when it quickly became obvious that the men who tended to the servers were getting overheated as a result.

The usual group of women invited Brittany to join them for lunch. She only briefly considered putting her jacket on. The warm October day provided a convenient pretext. Brittany was relieved to see that she and her friends weren't the only women who were participating in No Bra Day.

Brittany savored the deliciously wanton pleasure of going braless all afternoon. She even welcomed the opportunity to visit the guys in the server rooms again. When some of the other women suggested that they go out for drinks after work, she eagerly agreed. Fortunately; Brett didn't object when she texted him even though it was Tuesday rather than their usual Thursday Wives Night Out.

They went to their usual watering hole. The lounge was busier than usual for a Tuesday evening. The men were even more eager to ask the women to dance. Brittany knew why. She eagerly accepted invitations from several men. She pretended to not notice the way her braless breasts were bouncing to the rhythm of the faster paced songs. She didn't protest when the men pulled her close during the slow songs so that her braless breasts were pressed against them. She noticed the evidence that all of them were becoming aroused as they were dancing with her. One of them, the Black guy who worked in the server rooms, was particularly impressive.

After a few hours, half the women in the group had hooked up with some guy. Brittany and the other, more faithful wives in the group decided to call it a night. She was eager to make love to her husband.

Brittany's daughters were bemused when she took her husband by the hand to lead him upstairs. Brett was elated that she was so amorous. He didn't have to ask why. She was always in the mood after a Wives Night Out. He quickly stripped off her pantyhose then pulled her into position so that she was straddling his head with her labia pressed against his lips. As usual, Brett soon succeeded in bringing her to climax.

It was fortunate that her husband had the presence of mind to retrieve her diaphragm from her nightstand drawer. Brittany waited impatiently as he inserted into her vagina and checked to ensure that it was properly seated over her cervix. It didn't take long for her to climax again. Unfortunately; Brett was soon compelled to withdraw. He barely managed to pull out in time to squirt his semen safely on her belly.