He Saw My Boobs & I Hardly Knew Him

He Saw My Boobs & I Hardly Knew Him

"See you later." I say to my husband, Tony, as I close the front door of our modest suburban home, leaving him and his hobbies behind me.

I climb behind the wheel of our car and head for my meet with Jim.

I met Jim at art class on Tuesday. He is new to the class and the area. He asked if I would be up for a coffee sometime. I asked him if it was okay if my husband came. But when I asked Tony, he said to go by myself as he had plans for Thursday evening.

My husband, Tony, isn't a loner or anything but he likes time for his hobbies. And he has ear-marked tonight for editing the videos we shoot.

We used to film us together but we noticed the figures were better when it was just me. He thinks men prefer to watch a housewife by herself. The viewing figures agree.

I don't mind either way. Tonight is about getting to know a new friend. I hope Jim feels welcomed in the area and hey, people need friends, right?

***

The coffee shop he chose is a bistro by evening. Pretty lights frame the doors and windows. It's cosy and snug in the warmth.

"Thanks for meeting me. It's nice to see a friendly face when you're new to the area." Jim says, shaking my hand as I hang my coat over the back of my chair.

"Lovely to see you again." I say, perching while Jim pushes my seat in for me.

I thank him and we settle down to scan the menus.

"A cappuccino for me." I say, not usually one for drinking coffee this late at night.

"Same here." Jim says, summoning the waitress.

The waitress is a young lady, wearing a short, tight, black skirt and a white blouse that spreads tight where her ample breasts strain against the thin cotton. Her see-through bra does little to hide her wide, dark nipples.

Jim notices it all. He watches her curves and I swear he even licks his lips a little as he orders.

"I'm not sure she is on the menu." I say, laughing as the waitress returns to the counter.

Jim looks at me and smirks.

"I'm not sure I'd have the energy if she was..." he says, smiling.

I tidy the menus into the placeholder against the wall.

"So, what about you?" I ask. "Married? Seeing someone?"

"I was. But it didn't work out." he says.

"That's a shame."

"It was for the best. We weren't suited."

"Really? Why?" I ask.

"Oh, you know..." he says, shifting in his seat, "we liked the same things in some areas but we didn't click on others."

"I see." I say, not wanting to probe any further. Jim keeps it vague for a reason. I don't want to pry.

"What about you and your husband?" he asks.

"We're good. Tony is playing at his hobbies, this evening."

"That's nice." he says, eyeing up the waitress as she places our coffees on the table. "What sort of hobbies? What things interest him?"

"Much the same as you." I say.

"The same as me?" he asks.

"You know, breasts."

Jim almost spits his coffee out.

"Sorry?" he says, laughing.

I lean in.

"Tony loves big breasts. You know, boobs. Bazookas. He likes to film me with my boobs out."

Jim looks speechless. I often have that effect on men who ask what Tony and I do in our spare time. I have no shame about it. It's a perfectly decent hobby and it earns us a little extra money on the side. Who doesn't like a little extra money?

"I see what you mean." he says. "But I was expecting stamp collecting or model trains or something. Anything but porn."

"Is it porn?" I ask.

"He films you with your boobs out for other men to whack off to?" he says, "I would call that porn. Soft porn, but still porn."

"Ah. I see, what you mean." I say, dunking my biscotti through the cream on the top of my coffee.

Jim peers down to my chest. It's like I've given him a license to look.

"My eyes are still up here." I say, laughing.

"Sorry. It's just that, now you mention them, they do look quite big."

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I don't try to show them off. Sometimes they do the talking, themselves."

Jim laughs. "I bet they do."

We finish our coffee and Jim walks me back to my car to make sure I'm safe.

"Would you like to meet him?" I ask.

"Who's that?"

"Tony. Would you like to meet my husband?" I say, opening the car door.

Jim looks over at his car and then at me. "Can I follow you back, maybe?"

"Of course." I say, as I climb into my car.

***

"Hope you don't mind, I brought Jim home." I say, loud enough for Tony to hear me as I let myself in.

"I'm in here." Tony says, from the living room.

Jim follows me into the living room and his jaw hits the floor when he sees what Tony is editing.

"Oh, we sometimes show other parts of me too. I didn't mention that" I say, as casual as I can before offering to take Jim's jacket.

Tony clicks on the slider under the view on the screen. Various parts of my naked body whizz past on the computer monitor.

"Wow. Just wow!" Jim says.

"Would Jim be interested in making some content?" Tony asks, looking at me, perched on the edge of the settee.

"I don't know. Would you be interested in making some content?" I ask Jim, acting as the go-between when both men are in the same room.

"Sure. What do I do?" Jim asks.

"Well, you seem to like big boobs." I say, as I unfasten three buttons and wrestle with my large breasts.

Jim looks taken aback. I don't think he expected this.

Tony tip-toes across the room with his phone. "Don't mind me. Act like I am not even here."

"Are you sure about this?" Jim asks.

"Let's see how you look on camera." I say, reaching across and lowering the zipper on Jim's trousers.

The rush I feel from having a stranger pull his dick out for me, in front of my husband is like nothing I have ever felt. I enjoy this part as much as the sex. But we won't do that tonight.

"Make it hard for me." I say, smiling and looking up into Jim's eyes. "Show me how excited you are to see my big tits."

Jim takes his cock in his fist and starts pumping. I lift my tits higher and he steps closer.

I squeeze them together so my nipples almost touch.

"... let's give you something to aim for." I say, playing to the video Tony films beside us. I smile and wave at the viewers. They love this sort of behaviour.

Tony's cock is out too. He tugs at it while he films with his other hand. He likes broad shots and close ups. He has an eye for framing the shots and an ear for when a guy is about to cum. He can tell when our guests are about to shoot. He always gets his cum-shot.

Jim reaches over and strokes my sumptuous tits with the back of his hand.

"Mmm, that's nice. Be gentle." I say, whispering softly. "I bet you wish that young waitress was here, doing this, don't you."

Jim's fist gains speed on his cock.

"I bet you wish she asked you out the back to do this with her big tits, don't you."

Jim's face contorts to a twisted grimace. Tony moves in with the camera. He senses something is about to happen.

"Would you cum over her tits too? Maybe if we both sat like this in the cafe, next to each other, taking turns sucking your big, big cock..." I say, emphasising the 'big', drawing my words out so he hears every syllable.

His cum shoots over my left breast first. Another string of beautiful white cum lands on my right breast. A third and fourth jet of cum stream across my nipples, covering them and dripping down, into my lap.

I gather as much as I can with my fingers and scoop it up, over my lips. Tony moves in for a close up.

"You found a good one, here." he says, zooming in on the shiny fluid coating my lips. Tony loves watching other men shooting their cum over me.

It's a good job.

I think Jim will make a good friend, in that department.

Jim cleans himself up as I fasten my blouse, ready to show him to the door.

"Thanks for coming. Hope we can do it again soon." I say, as Jim dips down behind the steering wheel of his car.

And I do hope he can CUM again soon.

The End.

What did you think of that? Was I too forward? Do you think I embarrassed Jim, in the story? What would you have done? Let me know, below.