Small Talk
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You move slowly as you pull your leg out of the bra, trying hard not to shake the soft, orbs cradling you. It’s hard because Joyce has some really soft breasts, they are much more supple and big then you’re wife’s bosom. You ignore that thought, when you get home and talk about what happened with Angela you are definitely not going to reveal this discovery.
As you move, the chest wobbled against you, rubbing against your body in a very embarrassing way. A lot of jiggly flesh is rubbing you down, making it hard to keep from getting turned on. You had a thing about being carried in a woman’s cleavage; the only thing that got you turned on more was when you were riding in a woman’s panties. This is the first jug’s you’ve ridden in not belonging to your wife in a long time, maybe it’s okay to enjoy it a little.
Wiggling into a slightly better position, you slid down a little further until only the top of your head is showing, now having the tit flesh in your face, you wonder if maybe you should have just stayed in the uncomfortable position. At least Joyce didn’t seem to notice, or at least he believed that. She had felt him squirm, feeling his tiny body shifting in the tight cleavage. It felt nice, like he was feeling her up. It was the most action she had gotten in months. While you ignored any arousal you might feel, Joyce savored it and was disappointed when you went still.
Moving with a little extra bounce in her step to make her chest wobble, Joyce walked into the kitchen and filled a small glass up with water. Sitting at the table, she paused for a second to enjoy having a man touch her before she remembered she had to be a good host and plucked you from between her tits. Holding you by the waist, she smiled as you took several deep breaths. “I hope your ride wasn’t too bumpy.”
“It was fine, compared to my bicycle rides with my wife your cleavage rides are smooth sailing.” Joyce tilted her head at your comment, not understanding how you could ride a bicycle with your wife. While she’s placing you beside your glass, you blush slightly, not meaning to say that out loud. She’s curious now, you might as well tell her. “You see, my wife puts me in the back of her panties when we have bicycle rides. It can get pretty rough, especially when she wears her tights.”
“Wow,” Joyce exclaims as she giggles at your explanation. She smiles brightly at you, unable to control her laughter as you blush heatedly. You really don’t like talking about your sex life, mostly because to most people it seems very kinky. It’s not your fault that you need to literally crawl into your wife to pleasure her or that you’re not unwilling to go where the sun won’t shine. Some guys wish their wife would let them try anal, you just get it more frequently with long, soapy baths afterwards.
“I’m sorry, it’s just so nice hearing about a man that spends time with his wife kissing her butt,” Joyce said and her laughter grew. You remain a little embarrassed before cracking a smile. Slowly you start laughing too, not sure why this is just so funny. You catch your breath after a minute, wiping away a tear that was building up. “I don’t just kiss it, I rub it as well and if she doesn’t mind cleaning me up afterwards I make her bike ride extra enjoyable.”
“Oh! What exactly do you do?” Joyce said, leaning in with a smile that’s a bit too predatory for your liking. Losing your good mood, you start blushing again, how does this woman make you feel like a teenager again? You need to change the subject.
“What about you? I’m sure your husband keeps things fresh in your marriage without resorting to crawling around under your butt.”
“Have you met my husband? Keeping things fresh in our relationship is bringing home pizza for the kids after I’ve already cooked them dinner. I swear, that man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. He’s always at work or out with the boys as he puts it, like I don’t know where he really is.” The jovial mood in the room dies fast and hard as all the joy leaves Joyce. She crosses her arms under her impressive chest, looking away distantly as she stews in her bitterness. Feeling bad about bringing this topic up, you try to make her feel better. After all, she’s been nothing but kind to you and you really don’t want your only way home to be pissed at you.
“Well, then he’s a moron. Anyone who treats their beautiful wife like that doesn’t deserve her.” You were just trying to be nice; you didn’t mean anything inappropriate by your remark. However, you could tell by the surprised look on Joyce’s face and then the sultry smile at you, that you might have made a mistake. You quickly backtrack before things get out of hand. “I mean, it’s dumb. You should treat your wife right; I certainly treat mine like a lady. I’m always thinking about her and being there for the kids, even when one of them eats me. It’s just being a good husband.”
“You’re certainly a better husband then mine. Angela is a very lucky woman,” Joyce says a little too coyly for your liking. She then yawns and stretches, lifting her arms over her head. You watch those big breasts you were carried in lift up with her arms, shifting forward so close to the table that you could reach out and touch them if you wanted. You don’t want to though, so you step back and try not to blush anymore. You fail and Joyce sees it, much to her glee.
“Enough about our better halves for now, let get you clean. Hop into your bath and get yourself washed. I swear I won’t look,” Joyce says with a giggle, obviously not planning to avert her gaze. You look at the small glass, which looked like a hot tub from your perspective. You had planned to just splash a little water on your face and wash your hands, but you were stinky all over from your time inside the young girls. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a dip? It’s not like Joyce can see any more of your naked body.
As you move, the chest wobbled against you, rubbing against your body in a very embarrassing way. A lot of jiggly flesh is rubbing you down, making it hard to keep from getting turned on. You had a thing about being carried in a woman’s cleavage; the only thing that got you turned on more was when you were riding in a woman’s panties. This is the first jug’s you’ve ridden in not belonging to your wife in a long time, maybe it’s okay to enjoy it a little.
Wiggling into a slightly better position, you slid down a little further until only the top of your head is showing, now having the tit flesh in your face, you wonder if maybe you should have just stayed in the uncomfortable position. At least Joyce didn’t seem to notice, or at least he believed that. She had felt him squirm, feeling his tiny body shifting in the tight cleavage. It felt nice, like he was feeling her up. It was the most action she had gotten in months. While you ignored any arousal you might feel, Joyce savored it and was disappointed when you went still.
Moving with a little extra bounce in her step to make her chest wobble, Joyce walked into the kitchen and filled a small glass up with water. Sitting at the table, she paused for a second to enjoy having a man touch her before she remembered she had to be a good host and plucked you from between her tits. Holding you by the waist, she smiled as you took several deep breaths. “I hope your ride wasn’t too bumpy.”
“It was fine, compared to my bicycle rides with my wife your cleavage rides are smooth sailing.” Joyce tilted her head at your comment, not understanding how you could ride a bicycle with your wife. While she’s placing you beside your glass, you blush slightly, not meaning to say that out loud. She’s curious now, you might as well tell her. “You see, my wife puts me in the back of her panties when we have bicycle rides. It can get pretty rough, especially when she wears her tights.”
“Wow,” Joyce exclaims as she giggles at your explanation. She smiles brightly at you, unable to control her laughter as you blush heatedly. You really don’t like talking about your sex life, mostly because to most people it seems very kinky. It’s not your fault that you need to literally crawl into your wife to pleasure her or that you’re not unwilling to go where the sun won’t shine. Some guys wish their wife would let them try anal, you just get it more frequently with long, soapy baths afterwards.
“I’m sorry, it’s just so nice hearing about a man that spends time with his wife kissing her butt,” Joyce said and her laughter grew. You remain a little embarrassed before cracking a smile. Slowly you start laughing too, not sure why this is just so funny. You catch your breath after a minute, wiping away a tear that was building up. “I don’t just kiss it, I rub it as well and if she doesn’t mind cleaning me up afterwards I make her bike ride extra enjoyable.”
“Oh! What exactly do you do?” Joyce said, leaning in with a smile that’s a bit too predatory for your liking. Losing your good mood, you start blushing again, how does this woman make you feel like a teenager again? You need to change the subject.
“What about you? I’m sure your husband keeps things fresh in your marriage without resorting to crawling around under your butt.”
“Have you met my husband? Keeping things fresh in our relationship is bringing home pizza for the kids after I’ve already cooked them dinner. I swear, that man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. He’s always at work or out with the boys as he puts it, like I don’t know where he really is.” The jovial mood in the room dies fast and hard as all the joy leaves Joyce. She crosses her arms under her impressive chest, looking away distantly as she stews in her bitterness. Feeling bad about bringing this topic up, you try to make her feel better. After all, she’s been nothing but kind to you and you really don’t want your only way home to be pissed at you.
“Well, then he’s a moron. Anyone who treats their beautiful wife like that doesn’t deserve her.” You were just trying to be nice; you didn’t mean anything inappropriate by your remark. However, you could tell by the surprised look on Joyce’s face and then the sultry smile at you, that you might have made a mistake. You quickly backtrack before things get out of hand. “I mean, it’s dumb. You should treat your wife right; I certainly treat mine like a lady. I’m always thinking about her and being there for the kids, even when one of them eats me. It’s just being a good husband.”
“You’re certainly a better husband then mine. Angela is a very lucky woman,” Joyce says a little too coyly for your liking. She then yawns and stretches, lifting her arms over her head. You watch those big breasts you were carried in lift up with her arms, shifting forward so close to the table that you could reach out and touch them if you wanted. You don’t want to though, so you step back and try not to blush anymore. You fail and Joyce sees it, much to her glee.
“Enough about our better halves for now, let get you clean. Hop into your bath and get yourself washed. I swear I won’t look,” Joyce says with a giggle, obviously not planning to avert her gaze. You look at the small glass, which looked like a hot tub from your perspective. You had planned to just splash a little water on your face and wash your hands, but you were stinky all over from your time inside the young girls. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a dip? It’s not like Joyce can see any more of your naked body.
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