Big Boobs And A Bottle Of Baby Oil

Preface

Enduring a shitty relationship with the wrong person can help you realise what you have when you find the right one. Selfish partners are practise partners for the one you deserve.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

Every room of this hotel in Paris has a view of the Eiffel Tower. They also have big fluffy towels, perfect for mopping up baby oil after an oily tit-wank.

My husband adores a tit-wank with my 42GG tits. I want to see my husband happy. I allow my husband regular tit-wanks.

Simon, my ex, used to expect them. Tit wanks were all I was good for.

Big Boobs And A Bottle Of Baby Oil

The bathroom door opens and my husband emerges in a cloud of steam. The shower is hot with lots of pressure. That goes a long way in our book.

Today is day number two of our three day Paris trip. Today we saw the Eiffel Tower and walked up the Champs-Elysees. We walked as far as the Arc de Triomphe but couldn't go up the inside. The queues were too long.

We bought tickets for the Eiffel Tower for tomorrow morning but tonight is about us. Tonight is also about laying old memories to rest.

An ice bucket chills a bottle of champagne along with a bottle of plonk we bought for eight euros. We will pop the cork on the champagne and Tony will pop something else over my boobs. The hotel supplied the champagne but we prefer the plonk. We drink supermarket wine at home.

Our anniversary is special enough for a glass of champagne. Tony is special. Tony wants it all, every part of me. He wants the crazy fruit-loop. He loves my sexual side. He sees my creativity but takes none of it for granted. Simon ignored me when we came to Paris. No sight-seeing and French TV in a small room and nothing but rain for a view.

Simon's tastes were predictable. A few squirts of baby oil over my boobs was all he wanted. His tiny dick never made any further. His cum dribbled but never shot through the air like Tony's. Tony adores a slow tit-wank. He usually cums over my face as well as my tits.

Music plays through a small blue-tooth speaker we brought. Tony lifts the champagne from the bucket and pops the cork. I hold the glasses while he pours. The fizz reminds me of our relationship. Always sparkling and full of surprise.

We toast our anniversary and Tony starts the playlist he compiled before we arrived.

He opens my dressing gown while I sip my champagne. I place my glass on the bedside table and pick up the bottle of oil. I look up at my husband while I unscrew the lid. I like to look my tiger in the eyes while I tease him.

He grins. And so he should. I don't do this for everyone.

Once I realised my ex, Simon never wanted to fuck or do anything for my pleasure, the intimacy dried up. Sex is something that nourishes and keeps a relationship alive. A woman needs to feel desired. A woman needs to cum. I need to cum every day. All I ever had was my wand, in that relationship.

Tony opens his towel. His dick is hard. My filthy, sexy husband has been prepping in the shower. I love to watch him masturbate.

Last year, we booked a hotel in Spain with a balcony view of the sea. No one else could see us. We sat on our chairs watching the sun go down before heading out. Tony had been in the shower. He pulled his chair so it was facing me. He opened his towel and placed his foot on the arm of my chair with his legs apart. He played with his dick until it was hard. I watched it grow and it made me so wet. I sucked his dick on that balcony. He came down my throat. I swallowed every drop. I love how spontaneous my man is. I love the version of me I am when he is around. I had my fun later on that night. We fucked by moonlight with the waves washing up on the shore. It was magical.

I cradle my breasts under my arm and hold them up while I drizzle oil in thin lines across my tits.

Tony watches while he strokes his dick. He pulls back on his foreskin and a single bead of precum glistens in front of me. I lean over and lick it, allowing my saliva to mix and pull away in a thin string.

The music plays to a gentle beat while I watch my husband's reaction. I smear the oil into my cleavage and he steps towards me.

I push him away with a single finger while I work the oil around my heavy orbs. He loves this bit. He loves the tease. I can tell. His cock is hard and ready for me.

I gather my tits together. I am ready for him. He can start.

He smears the oil in circles around my left nipple. He paints the oil in a circular pattern. He works my nipple with his cock.

I reach between my thighs and find my clit. I smuggled a bullet vibe in my luggage. I press the tiny button and let it work it's magic.

Tony cradles my face in his hand as he looks into my eyes.

His cock slides between my tits. I look down. His dick is as shiny as my tits. The tip looks angry. He loves this so much.

This is the part where Simon would take over with his hand. Oiling up my tits meant he didn't have to handle the bottle. He oiled his cock on my tits and went for it. It never took him long to cum.

Tony is different. He likes it slow. And I like enough time for my wand to give me a couple of orgasms. I had to leave my wand at home. This bullet vibe works wonders.

He cradles my face in his hand while his other hand rests on my shoulder. His thrusts are slow and deliberate. His dick delves deep between my oiled up tits.

The playlist moves to the next song and the song after. My husband is ready to blow his load.

I push the bullet vibe against my clit as I reach between Tony's legs and stroke his perineum. This is his favourite bit. He spreads his legs for me. I push up with my index finger as I cradle his balls. His balls lift and heave as he jerks his dick between my tits.

I see in his eyes, he is ready to shoot. I press harder between his legs. I almost push my finger inside his ass hole.

Beautiful white cum pools between my tits. His slick glossy cum spurts free of my tits and reaches my face. I lift a finger and swipe it onto my lips. Tony watches as I lick his cum from my lips. He shoots a second spurt onto my tongue. It tastes of sex. It tastes of my husband.

I lie back and Tony dips two fingers inside my soaking cunt. The bullet vibe buzzes my clit hard. I cannot stop my orgasm. I don't want to.

My hips buck and writhe against my husband's mouth as people shuffle by on the pavement a few floors down.

I have been an exhibitionist for a long time but this is unintended. I don't pant and curse for their enjoyment. This is all me. This is Tony and I.

He brought me here to the city of Love for our anniversary. We showed each other the love I hoped was out there when I was with Simon.

While we lie in the afterglow of our orgasms, Tony turns the music down a notch.

Someone plays an accordion on the street outside. We hear chit-chat in French while I lie in my husband's arms. A driver honks their horn at someone to get out of the way.

The cold steel of the Eiffel tower stands not too far away, on the horizon.

All is right with the world.

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