thepillowyprison:

“Hey baby.” Denise looked up at him. She slid a hand across the bed playfully, pushing it away from her breasts. But he knew full well that she’d been massaging them moments before he’d entered the room.

She’d changed a lot over the past few weeks, but it was reassuring to still see a familiar smile on her lips. Even if he wasn’t used to the seductive look in her eye. Or the huge tits pressed between his wife’s chest and the bed. 

Denise shifted slightly, angling those breasts towards her husband. “You know, I’ve been thinking about the whole boobsex thing.” 

She caught his dour expression and interrupted him before he could object. “I know, I know.” she said quickly. “We both made a promise not to get involved with that stuff. No matter what happens. No matter how big I get. And I understand. I really do. The logistics are a major hassle. And you still want to be your own man—not a slave. And it’s a lot to get used to. And you don’t want to end up trapped. And I understand completely. But….”

She shifted a hand, letting her fingers rest on the side of an oversized boob.

“If it was just me and you. Together,” she said. Denise gave a gentle squeeze to her breast, letting bra-covered flesh swell between her fingers. “It might not be so bad. We could take it slowly. And we’d be careful.” she tilted her head towards him. “You might even enjoy it.”

“Denise. Honey. I don’t think we should…” he began.

“You don’t have to decide now.” she said sharply. “I’m not going to force you to fu… to make love to my breasts. You know I’d never do anything like that. I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to do. And I’d never do anything to hurt you. Or torture you. Or humiliate you….”

Denise paused. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed the side of one boob. Deep in thought. For a moment he wondered if she was going to say anything. Then her eyes flicked open and met his gaze.

“But just think about it. Okay?” Her fingers traipsed across the skin of her boob drifting down to the dark slit of her cleavage. “And when you decide you’re ready, I’ll be here. Waiting.”