My Tits Are Bigger

Fbailey story number 699


My Tits Are Bigger


My wife and I were at her tenth high school reunion. We got married right after college that was four years ago. We did not have children, so we spent most of our time working and working out. We own a physical fitness club that does very well. Martha runs the business and teaches several of the classes. She likes the young children, old people, and pregnant ladies. She says that they are the nicest. The rest are high and mighty social climbers that use the club to get ahead.

So anyway we took a few days off and flew back to her hometown. We stayed with her parents in her old bedroom. Martha was afraid that she would cry out during sex and that her parents would hear her. I thought that was cute.

Some of the girls that Martha used to hang out with that still lived locally invited us out drinking the next night.

In all there were five women and just me. Martha was the only one of her crowd that was still married.

Ann was married right out of high school and had her first baby five months later. She had another baby but it wasn’t her husbands, so that marriage ended. She just gets by.

Beth was happily married after she graduated from cosmetology school. However, that didn’t last long because he was cheating on her with another beautician. She works out of her home as a beautician.

Cathy never married but she joined the Army for four years and works as a security guard.

Donna was a waitress and had a long string of boyfriends that never lasted more than six-months.

The bar that they picked was a Country bar with line dancing. Cowboy hats, tight jeans, and boots were to be worn. That meant a quick trip to the local store. Martha must have tried on seven pair of blue jeans before she found the perfect pair. They were faded, skin tight, and they hugged all of her curves perfectly. The stomping boots were picked out much easier than I had expected. Then there was the blouse or shirt as the clerk kept calling it. It was red plaid with a stiff collar and lots of buttons. There were two pockets that covered her breasts nicely. However, she was determined to wear her sexy black bra under it. When I asked about panties she smiled and said, “I don’t want any panty lines…so…no I’m not going to wear any.”

I had no trouble picking out an outfit for myself. I liked a big brown leather hat while Martha got a white one with a red ribbon. Damn she looked good.

When we arrived I spotted just the right waitress. She was older and she looked a lot older that the other waitresses. She said that her name was Mildred.

So I told Mildred, “I had five women with me and I want them well taken care of. What ever they want with speedy service. Here’s a hundred-dollars for your service and I’ll give you another one later if you do a good job. Here’s another hundred to cover the cost of our drinks. If that runs out…let me know.”

Mildred assured me that she would take very good care of my five women and me.

Martha and I found two of the girls sitting at a table and saw the other two coming in the door. After hugs and kisses Mildred was right there. She told the girls that their drinks were all covered, all night long, and that the sky was the limit. I smiled at her and ordered a shot of whisky and a beer for myself. The others ordered tequila shots, followed by more tequila shots. I asked Mildred to just bring them a bottle. She smiled and then she winked at me as she said, “Right away, Sir.”

Mildred came back almost immediately with a bottle, five glasses, two salt shakers, and a bowl full of lime wedges. My whisky and beer were not far behind.

After three rounds of shots they were feeling very good and then they got up to dance. I kept an eye on the girls and admired the way they danced. God created women just to make us men want them.

Mildred came over with a set of clean shot glasses and more lime wedges. She also sat another whisky and beer in front of me.

When the girls had had enough they came back to the table and sat down. All of them had unbuttoned several buttons on their shirts. They were all wearing sexy lacy bras in an assortment of colors. When I saw them coming I poured five shots for them.

Ann shouted out, “Body shorts.”

I was very impressed when Martha stood up and poked her breasts in Ann’s face. Ann licked my wife’s half-exposed breast, sprinkled salt on the wet spot, and then she poked the shot glass down the front of my wife’s pants. After placing a lime wedge in my wife’s mouth skin in first, she held my wife’s ass, drank the tequila, licked the salt off her breast, and bit the lime. That somehow involved a long kiss.

My wife did Cathy, Cathy did Beth, Beth did Donna, and then Donna did Ann. It was simply amazing to watch them carry on as if no one else was watching them.

Hour after hour, dance after dance, and drink after drink…they just got drunker, more revealing, and more sexual.

I watched guys feel their asses, brush up against their tits, and steal a few kisses. I was not jealous. In fact I was getting my share of the action too.