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My Bride and the Sailors
Author: Chris Christopher – All rights reserved!
It you have read any of my stories you likely know that I really enjoy showing of my wife to other people. But what you don’t know is how I first discovered the joys of watching my wife being exposed for others to appreciate.
When we were first married she was a really shy sweet little thing. And I do mean little. She had just turned 20 years old, 5’1 tall, brown eyes with strawberry blonde hair. At only 94 pounds her belly was super flat and her chest was almost as flat. Her breasts were a ‘large’ 34A. Petite was too big of a word to use to describe her.
I was in the Navy at the time doing my final 18 months on shore duty at one of the smaller Naval bases on the east coast of the US. We lived in off base housing. She was shy and only knew a few married military couples. In the months since she had turned twenty-one I had tried to get her to go with me the EM club (Enlisted Men’s club) a number of times. I wanted her to meet some of the couples who lived on base as well as some of the guys I worked with but she had always refused. Mostly we spent our time playing games, both sexual and non-sexual, in our apartment.
One day she said, “Don’t my boobs seem bigger to you?” I looked at them, well actually I must have stared at them but before I could answer she added, “I think I might be pregnant.” That second part did not quite sink into my head. I was fixated on those beautiful, pale white boobs with their hard reddish brown nipples. But I could now see that her breasts were indeed bigger. How could I have missed that? I guess when they change little by little from day to day and you’re that close to them night after night, you can miss the little changes.
“I’m already up to a 34B!” She said the words with a lot of pride. I just kept gazing at them. As the months pasted, they continued to grow. By her fifth month, she was up to a 36D. I had not missed the growth this time. It seemed that every evening when I came home, she had figured out a new way to display her breasts. I could tell that she was really enjoying her new attention getters!
You might say she was living large and showing skin. You might also say that I found myself enjoying every minute of it! Previously she had worn very conservative outfits. High collared tops with long sleeves, blue jeans or knee length of longer skirts. But now, with these new boobs, her whole look had changed, especially from the waist up.
Her new favorite tops seemed to be deep V neck or low cut scooped neck blouses and tight pull over sweaters. She had also discovered how well her breasts could fill out her old button up blouses. Her breasts were so big that she claimed it was impossible to button her blouses up all the way. Month by month she was leaving more of the upper buttons undone. Even at that, most of the shirts pulled tight across her bust line, leaving gaps between each button that revealed her beautiful milky white cleavage.
And speaking of cleavage, she had also started wearing pushup bras of various colors. Reds and blacks were her favorites but there were some very sexy dark blues and one crazy hot orange bra. So she now was sporting 36D tits stuffed into her sexy pushup bras. Perhaps it was the pushup bras that helped those boobs jiggle as she walked. I’m pretty sure there was more tit on display than there was in those bras!
On one of our visits to her doctor, he had mentioned that she might experience some pretty big emotional mood swings while she was pregnant. If those emotional mood swings were responsible for her showing off her beautiful body and jumping my bones every night, I was all in favor of emotional mood swings!
I have to confess that I discovered the sweet joy of accompanying her on shopping trips where I could watch other men trying to get a peek down her blouse. As short as she is a lot of guys were getting some pretty good views of her new bigger bouncing boobs. The way she was now dressing acted like a dick magnet attracting voyeurs from the farthest corner of the stores in no time at all! When these guys arrived, she always seemed to find some reason to stoop over.
As an enlisted man in the Navy, I had to stand watch duty at various times and places. Often she would accompany me, even if only to sit in the car for four hours. On this particular day, my watch duty was as one of the two shore patrol guys at the EM club. She really surprised me when she said that she wanted to go with me and just wait in the club.
At the EM club, they broke the watches up into two hour segments. I was assigned 1800 to 2000 and 2200 to Midnight. We arrived at the club at 1730 so I could take over the watch at 1745. I was in dress blues. My wife wore a red shawl over a black sleeveless top and full length black stretch pants. The three top buttons of her blouse were undone. You could just see the edges of a red lace bra that was holding her boobs together creating some beautiful cleavage that shook like a bowl Jell-O when she walked. The red shawl added minimally concealment.
We found a table toward the back of the club in the gaming area near the four pool tables. It was still early and there were very few people in the club. I ordered us a couple of cokes and she wanted some chips to munch on. I left her there and went to pick up my shore patrol arm band and night stick. I told her that I would check on her as often as possible.
They stationed me at the front entrance to the club. I could see about half of the EM club including one side of the dance floor, the whole bar and part of the game room. What I could not see was my wife’s table. I decided to take a short walk around my limited patrol area to see if I there was some place where I could check on her. Sure enough, I found a spot where I could just see part of the table but she was not there, just her red shawl and purse and two drinks. I waited a few minutes and checked again and she was back. A sailor was leaning on the table talking to her.
At 1900 I checked on her again. It was half way through my watch. I noticed that a couple of guys were sitting at the table with my wife. They all seemed to be laughing and having a good time. About half dozen beer cans had now joined my wife’s shawl on the table. I was pretty happy that my shy little bride was finally meeting some people from the base. And it looked like she was enjoying herself.
Forty-five minutes later when my relief finally showed up, I passed him the arm band and night stick. I told him I’d be back in two hours and headed back to be with my wife. She was not at the table, just her shawl and purse and one partially empty drink. I looked around but didn’t see her anywhere. The last placed I expected to find her was on the dance floor. I’m not sure why I had assumed that a pregnant woman would not want to dance, but there she was. Her dance partner was so tall that it looked like he was dancing with his young, pregnant daughter.
I waited for her to return after the song ended but she stayed out on the dance floor. She was now in the arms of another much shorter guy. After that dance he walked her back to the table and told her thanks for the dance. I ask if she was having fun but it was a dumb question considering the size of the smile she was wearing. I also mentioned to her that the top five buttons were undone on her blouse. She seemed a little surprised as she redid two buttons, but she offered no explanation.
We ordered burgers and fries and drinks. While we ate, we watched some guys playing pool. She told me how much fun she had been dancing. She said everyone was so nice. I was quick to take the hint and she and I danced the slow songs (I’m not much of a dancer). When not dancing, we sat and talked and watching the various groups playing pool and waited for my last watch to begin. A couple guys I worked with stopped by to say Hi and to meet Nancy. We talked until it was time for me to return to my duty post.
Back on shore patrol I started my last watch. Now that I knew she was enjoying the music and that she was happy, I figured I would not have to worry about her getting too bored for the rest of the night. I kept an eye on the dance floor to keep track of her. It was easy to spot a short woman dressed in black, with her tits falling out of a red lace bra and six months pregnant.
When she was on the floor dancing the guys were almost wrapping themselves around her. It looked awkward the way their legs were intertwined. It was amazing that they didn’t trip each other. I guess that was the easiest way to hold her close to them while keeping her big belly off to one side. Or maybe it was just so they could get a better angle to look down her blouse, after all these were Navy guys! She would typically stay on the dance floor for three or four songs at a time. I’m not sure but it looked like she had a new dance partners a couple of times per song. She must have danced with just about everyone in the club that night.
After about an hour she must have tired of the dance floor because she didn’t return again. She appeared to be resting at our table. Then I heard someone call “Nancy, come here, we need your help.” I tried to go see what was happening but no such luck. Since there were a few hundred people in the club now, I could not check on her very often and when I did check there was never anyone at her table. Glasses and beer cans appeared and disappeared and changed positions on her table, but I never saw anyone there.
I didn’t see her again for the rest of my watch. Finally it was 2345 and I was no longer on duty. It was time to go find my wife. She was still not at the table but there were four or five drinks there. I scanned the other tables but did not see any sign of her. A quick walk around the dance floor also failed to find her. Then I looked over at the pool tables and there she was. She was not playing but was seated on a bar stool in front of an old style dark brown upright piano. Her back was against the piano as she watched the guys playing pool. A couple of guys were standing close and talking to her.
As I watched, players would walk over to her and it looked like they would rub her belly before taking their shot. I decided to take the long way around the room so I could surprise her but only after figured out what was going on. Once I found a place that had a good profile view of the area I stopped and waited.
The next player walked over to my wife. This time I was close enough to hear him, “I really need some good luck. I’m tired of losing. Can I rub Buddha’s belly for luck?” “Sure,” came her reply. As I watched she pulled up her top to reveal her belly. He put both hands on her belly and rubbed them around in circles. In the process of rubbing her belly he pushed her stretch pants down so they disappeared under her pregnant tummy leaving her baby bump in full view. He walked away to take his shot. She smiled as she pulled up her stretch pants and pulled down her blouse. He took the shot but missed, so much for bringing him good luck!
Another guy was now in front of her along with all the people from one of the tables. He told her “I just won my third game in a row!” She smiled at him, telling him he was pretty lucky and said, “I guess you get three buttons.” He smiled and undid three buttons on her blouse. The others gathered around to watch. After everyone had a good peak he redid the three buttons.
A guy in a tan turtle neck sweater stepped up to her and again she raised her top. This guy leaned down and kissed her belly after rubbing it. He then lined up his shot, lightly tapped the que ball which slowly rolled toward the two ball gently knocking it into the side pocket. Before his next shot, he returned to kiss her belly again. Three ball, corner pocked, it was a perfect shot. He walked back to her and said, “The eight ball’s next. The deals still on if I sink it?”
“Sure, a deal is a deal.”
“You know if I win that’s six in a row, right? And you know what that means, right?”
“Like I said, a deal is a deal.”
I decided that I had to stay back and see what this deal was that they were talking about. Turtle neck guy lined up his shot, drew back the que stick and hit the white ball solidly with a tremendous amount of power. The que ball rocketed across the table striking the eight ball, the que ball stopping dead on table. All of that energy was now propelling the eight ball toward the far bumper. It hit hard and then bounced back heading directly toward the corner pocket on the left side, hitting it dead center. Everyone cheered.
Play stopped at all of the pool tables as eight players and a few on lookers gathered around Nancy. She leaned back against the piano. Tan turtle neck guy walked up to her. He stopped and slowly pulled up her blouse. His hands surrounded her baby bump as he rubbed it, pushing her maternity pants down to her lap. He continued to rub her tummy for a long time, especially the lower area where her belly pressed against her thighs. Straitening up he pulled her blouse back into place but left her maternity pants down low.
Guys were now standing in a semi-circle around the two of them. Tan turtle neck guy was standing between her knees when he started unbuttoning her blouse. “I won six games in a row, and there are six buttons.” One by one he methodically undid each of the buttons that were holding her blouse together. You could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. As he undid the last button holding the two halves of her blouse together. He glanced over his shoulder as his hands pulled the left and right side of her blouse apart for everyone to see. Her red bra was so bright it almost looked like it was glowing.
Just when I thought that was the end of the show, he reached up between her breasts. She was wearing one of her bras that fastened in the front. He looked up at her and said, “You’re sure?” “Just do it.” She smiled at him, then looked out at the crowd and said, “Right guys?” Everyone was nodding as a murmur of agreement swept through the crowd. He paused and grinned and he looked around at everyone.
Now I knew what the deal was and I suddenly realized that I was just like everyone else in that crowd. I was holding my breath waiting to see her tits. And just like the rest of those sailors, my cock was hard as a rock.
A quick movement of his hands unclasped her bra. He was now holding the two halves together. Another look over his shoulder at the crowd and then he pulled the two parts to the side letting those big 36-D’s drop out for everyone to view. They jiggled as the fell from her bra. Her nipples looked like they were as hard as my dick. Everyone cheered again. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on each nipple and said, “You’re a good sport and they do look magnificent!” to which she simply replied, “Thanks.” He stepped back to give everyone a good view. I watched as her breasts moved up and down with each breath. She was scanning the crowd from left to right and back again, smiling at everyone and causing her boobs wobble from side to side almost like a stripper slowly shaking her boobs at the crowd.
After she had been on display for a minute or two or five (hell, it seemed like a really long time to me!), he stepped back between her knees and grasped the two halves of the bra. He started putting everything back together. Strangely he was now all thumbs as he fumbled with the bra and the clasp and her tits. It looked like he was making it much more difficult than it really was.
I think he was just a typical sailor playing with her tits while acting like he was just trying to help.
Eventually he decided to hook the bra together above her tits. Then he reached down through the bra to get a handful of breast pulling it back up into the red bra, one boob in and one to go. Once he had put them in place, he adjusted each of them a couple of times until they looked right to him. Then he pulled her blouse together and buttoned that up for her. “Let me buy you another drink, ok?” “Sure, I’ll be at the table.”
Fearing that I might be caught watching her, I turned around and hurried back to the front of the club where I counted to ten, hoping that my raging hard on would disappear. As soon as possible I started walking toward our table. I arrived to find her sitting there alone as if nothing had happened. We kissed then I asked, “Having fun?” “Yea, this was a lot more fun than sitting in the car!”
Tan turtle neck arrived with two drinks. “Here, I bought you two a couple of drinks. Enjoy!” Then he disappeared into the crowd. I looked at my wife as she watched him walk away. It was then that I noticed her blouse was buttoned one button off. “On the way home you can tell me all about your fun night, OK?” She looked at me with one of her sexy little smiles and said you really want to hear everything?”
“Every last detail,” I told her, “but let’s save the story about the strange way your blouse is buttoned until we get home, OK?”
She looked down and started to laugh, telling me she didn’t know why I wanted to hear that story since she had seen me watching the whole time! All I could do was give her my best ‘oops I’ve been caught’ look. But hearing her say that was pretty cool because then I knew that she must have been performing for me. My dick started getting hard again. Her laugh and that slightly nasty smile always did give me a stiffy.
“Do you want to know how wet my panties are too?” With that, I was back to a full on boner. After that I had assumed that she would blame the evening’s fun and games on her raging hormones! But I was completely wrong. She simply fell asleep on the 15 minute drive home so I didn’t learn much on then. Arriving at our apartment we got ready for bed.
When she finally joined me under the covers I asked her to tell me all about her evening. She told me that she had really enjoyed using her ‘big boob power’ over the guys. She said that she had never been the center of everyone’s attention before getting her new boobs. She just wanted to have some fun with them knowing that they would disappear after the baby arrived. I suggested that I would love to help her keep them large and full of milk for a year of two, but she turned me down cold on that one.
As we lay there naked I asked about the buttons on her shirt. She told me that at first the guys were teasing her about her big her tummy. Then someone said that her belly looked like Buddha’s belly. Then someone told her that it’ll bring you luck if you rub Buddha’s belly. So the guys started patting her belly before each shot. Then the guy in the turtle neck said that you really need to rub Buddha’s belly and he raised her blouse and rubbed her belly. His next shot was perfect. So everyone wanted to try that. She said it felt good to have so many guys rubbing their hands on her tummy.
Then the turtle neck guy had a really hard shot to make. She told him he was going to miss. He said, I’ll bet you a button that I don’t! So they got this bet going. She was not sure exactly how it happened, but somehow she had agreed that anyone who won a game would get to undo one button, take a little peek at her boobs and then button her shirt up. And if they won two in a row, they got to undo two buttons. Then someone said what if I win six in a row, do I get something special? She doubted that anyone had time to win that many games before I returned so she told them that they could see her boobs if someone could do that.
My cock was in her hand as she was speaking and it was hard as a rock. I’m sure her hand and the slow lazy strokes had something to do with my state of arousal, but her story was the main cause.
She said that she was sure that I would be off duty long before anyone won six games. She felt pretty safe with that bet. She didn’t imagine that I would stand off to one side so she would have to pay off that bet.
Didn’t you know that these were a bunch of horny single sailors? She said she knew how horny they were. She discovered that on the dance floor. When they would hold her close to them she had put her leg between their legs, ‘just for the fun of it.’ When she danced that way with them the side of her belly was rubbing against their ‘things’ as she called their cocks. I ask if she liked feeling them against her and she kind of hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed that she enjoyed feeling all of those hard guys rubbing up against her. She giggled and said that a couple of times she had put her hand down there to feel how big they were and that’s when her panties started getting wet.
When the guys were playing pool, she said that she had to watch them really close because some guys were saying that they won a game but they were not even playing. When the real winners came to her, she would push her chest out towards them. It was funny how many of them were nervous when they undid one of her buttons. But they were much worse when they were redoing the buttons.
I had to ask how many of them slipped a finger inside her bra while they were buttoning her shirt. In the beginning, she said, nobody did that, they were really careful. Then when that guy in the turtle neck won his third game, he went for it. She said that he actually pinched one of her nipples. After that, everybody was doing it. And how far did they get when they were rubbing your tummy I ask? She said she didn’t think any of them had their fingers in her pussy hair. I kind of doubted that!
Interrupting her story, I asked her how many wet dreams she thought she might be responsible for that night. She looked at me with an innocent little shocked expression on her face. Do you really think that might happen to them? Sure, I told her, no doubt about it - except for the ones who were already masturbating to their memories of her. Again, she had that shocked gaze. “Really, they’ll think about me when they do that?” There was now a faraway gaze in her eyes. I think she was just beginning to understand what affect her body could have on men.
Do you think they might be doing that right now? I assured her that most of them would likely leave the EM club and jerk off before hitting their racks tonight. “Really, all of them will be thinking about my boobs? Wow, there were so many of them.”
Without thinking about me or what she was doing, her hand was moving faster as she was stroking my cock. I wondered if she was thinking about all those other cocks and subconsciously she was stroking each of them.
She wanted to know if I thought they would keep doing that and thinking about her? Being honest, I told her I’m not sure how long it will last but I’m sure you’ve made a few dreams come true tonight.
Her questions kept coming: Some of those guys were really young looking. Do you think I might have been the first real woman to show them her boobs? I laughed a little and told her that her that her tits were likely the first pregnant boobs that any of them had ever seen. She liked that.
Then I had a question for her: When that guy opened up your bra, what were you thinking?
As first, she said, it was a little embarrassing, but everyone had been so friendly and kind and they were so happy that it made her happy too. When she had looked down at her breasts, she had been really proud of how big there were and how proud I must have been watching her.
She said that she thought nobody would have even noticed her with her little ‘real’ boobs. I tried to assure her that her old boobs were perfect, but she never did believe me that a 34A could be just a sexy as a 36D.
Over the next three months we discovered the dark side of those emotional mood swings. I could usually tell her mood by how she was dressed. Sexy was good, conservative was “maybe you should stay at work tonight.” On the sexy days she would often talk about ‘her boys’ from the EM club. She would ask if I thought they still remembered ‘that crazy pregnant lady’ and if I thought any of them were still thinking of her when they jerked off.
We only made it out to the EM club once more after that night but other than a few dances nothing else happened. I guess when hubby was sitting with her everyone decided to stay away. After she gave birth she was always too busy to take any time away from the baby. Four months later I was out of the service and her 36D’s were almost gone. They were replaced by her new ‘real’ boobs, but these ‘real’ boobs were now a very ripe and plump 34B in size. It would be another eight years before she once again explored her naughty side.
Do you see how I developed my fetish of enjoying showing off my wife to other people? In the following years, she would fulfill a lot of my fantasies. However I was never really sure why she would do some of the things she did: “I’m doing this for you baby,” or “what would you think it I (fill in the blank)?” Maybe it was my fantasies she was fulfilling or maybe they were her naughty alter ego’s fantasies. I think it was most likely a combination of the two.
BTW, if you’re reading this and you were in the EM club that night, we would both love to hear from you! Although it was a small base, I never did know who was in the group that she called ‘her boys’. If you write, tell us the name of the base so we know you were really one of those lucky guys.
Author: Chris Christopher – All rights reserved!
It you have read any of my stories you likely know that I really enjoy showing of my wife to other people. But what you don’t know is how I first discovered the joys of watching my wife being exposed for others to appreciate.
When we were first married she was a really shy sweet little thing. And I do mean little. She had just turned 20 years old, 5’1 tall, brown eyes with strawberry blonde hair. At only 94 pounds her belly was super flat and her chest was almost as flat. Her breasts were a ‘large’ 34A. Petite was too big of a word to use to describe her.
I was in the Navy at the time doing my final 18 months on shore duty at one of the smaller Naval bases on the east coast of the US. We lived in off base housing. She was shy and only knew a few married military couples. In the months since she had turned twenty-one I had tried to get her to go with me the EM club (Enlisted Men’s club) a number of times. I wanted her to meet some of the couples who lived on base as well as some of the guys I worked with but she had always refused. Mostly we spent our time playing games, both sexual and non-sexual, in our apartment.
One day she said, “Don’t my boobs seem bigger to you?” I looked at them, well actually I must have stared at them but before I could answer she added, “I think I might be pregnant.” That second part did not quite sink into my head. I was fixated on those beautiful, pale white boobs with their hard reddish brown nipples. But I could now see that her breasts were indeed bigger. How could I have missed that? I guess when they change little by little from day to day and you’re that close to them night after night, you can miss the little changes.
“I’m already up to a 34B!” She said the words with a lot of pride. I just kept gazing at them. As the months pasted, they continued to grow. By her fifth month, she was up to a 36D. I had not missed the growth this time. It seemed that every evening when I came home, she had figured out a new way to display her breasts. I could tell that she was really enjoying her new attention getters!
You might say she was living large and showing skin. You might also say that I found myself enjoying every minute of it! Previously she had worn very conservative outfits. High collared tops with long sleeves, blue jeans or knee length of longer skirts. But now, with these new boobs, her whole look had changed, especially from the waist up.
Her new favorite tops seemed to be deep V neck or low cut scooped neck blouses and tight pull over sweaters. She had also discovered how well her breasts could fill out her old button up blouses. Her breasts were so big that she claimed it was impossible to button her blouses up all the way. Month by month she was leaving more of the upper buttons undone. Even at that, most of the shirts pulled tight across her bust line, leaving gaps between each button that revealed her beautiful milky white cleavage.
And speaking of cleavage, she had also started wearing pushup bras of various colors. Reds and blacks were her favorites but there were some very sexy dark blues and one crazy hot orange bra. So she now was sporting 36D tits stuffed into her sexy pushup bras. Perhaps it was the pushup bras that helped those boobs jiggle as she walked. I’m pretty sure there was more tit on display than there was in those bras!
On one of our visits to her doctor, he had mentioned that she might experience some pretty big emotional mood swings while she was pregnant. If those emotional mood swings were responsible for her showing off her beautiful body and jumping my bones every night, I was all in favor of emotional mood swings!
I have to confess that I discovered the sweet joy of accompanying her on shopping trips where I could watch other men trying to get a peek down her blouse. As short as she is a lot of guys were getting some pretty good views of her new bigger bouncing boobs. The way she was now dressing acted like a dick magnet attracting voyeurs from the farthest corner of the stores in no time at all! When these guys arrived, she always seemed to find some reason to stoop over.
As an enlisted man in the Navy, I had to stand watch duty at various times and places. Often she would accompany me, even if only to sit in the car for four hours. On this particular day, my watch duty was as one of the two shore patrol guys at the EM club. She really surprised me when she said that she wanted to go with me and just wait in the club.
At the EM club, they broke the watches up into two hour segments. I was assigned 1800 to 2000 and 2200 to Midnight. We arrived at the club at 1730 so I could take over the watch at 1745. I was in dress blues. My wife wore a red shawl over a black sleeveless top and full length black stretch pants. The three top buttons of her blouse were undone. You could just see the edges of a red lace bra that was holding her boobs together creating some beautiful cleavage that shook like a bowl Jell-O when she walked. The red shawl added minimally concealment.
We found a table toward the back of the club in the gaming area near the four pool tables. It was still early and there were very few people in the club. I ordered us a couple of cokes and she wanted some chips to munch on. I left her there and went to pick up my shore patrol arm band and night stick. I told her that I would check on her as often as possible.
They stationed me at the front entrance to the club. I could see about half of the EM club including one side of the dance floor, the whole bar and part of the game room. What I could not see was my wife’s table. I decided to take a short walk around my limited patrol area to see if I there was some place where I could check on her. Sure enough, I found a spot where I could just see part of the table but she was not there, just her red shawl and purse and two drinks. I waited a few minutes and checked again and she was back. A sailor was leaning on the table talking to her.
At 1900 I checked on her again. It was half way through my watch. I noticed that a couple of guys were sitting at the table with my wife. They all seemed to be laughing and having a good time. About half dozen beer cans had now joined my wife’s shawl on the table. I was pretty happy that my shy little bride was finally meeting some people from the base. And it looked like she was enjoying herself.
Forty-five minutes later when my relief finally showed up, I passed him the arm band and night stick. I told him I’d be back in two hours and headed back to be with my wife. She was not at the table, just her shawl and purse and one partially empty drink. I looked around but didn’t see her anywhere. The last placed I expected to find her was on the dance floor. I’m not sure why I had assumed that a pregnant woman would not want to dance, but there she was. Her dance partner was so tall that it looked like he was dancing with his young, pregnant daughter.
I waited for her to return after the song ended but she stayed out on the dance floor. She was now in the arms of another much shorter guy. After that dance he walked her back to the table and told her thanks for the dance. I ask if she was having fun but it was a dumb question considering the size of the smile she was wearing. I also mentioned to her that the top five buttons were undone on her blouse. She seemed a little surprised as she redid two buttons, but she offered no explanation.
We ordered burgers and fries and drinks. While we ate, we watched some guys playing pool. She told me how much fun she had been dancing. She said everyone was so nice. I was quick to take the hint and she and I danced the slow songs (I’m not much of a dancer). When not dancing, we sat and talked and watching the various groups playing pool and waited for my last watch to begin. A couple guys I worked with stopped by to say Hi and to meet Nancy. We talked until it was time for me to return to my duty post.
Back on shore patrol I started my last watch. Now that I knew she was enjoying the music and that she was happy, I figured I would not have to worry about her getting too bored for the rest of the night. I kept an eye on the dance floor to keep track of her. It was easy to spot a short woman dressed in black, with her tits falling out of a red lace bra and six months pregnant.
When she was on the floor dancing the guys were almost wrapping themselves around her. It looked awkward the way their legs were intertwined. It was amazing that they didn’t trip each other. I guess that was the easiest way to hold her close to them while keeping her big belly off to one side. Or maybe it was just so they could get a better angle to look down her blouse, after all these were Navy guys! She would typically stay on the dance floor for three or four songs at a time. I’m not sure but it looked like she had a new dance partners a couple of times per song. She must have danced with just about everyone in the club that night.
After about an hour she must have tired of the dance floor because she didn’t return again. She appeared to be resting at our table. Then I heard someone call “Nancy, come here, we need your help.” I tried to go see what was happening but no such luck. Since there were a few hundred people in the club now, I could not check on her very often and when I did check there was never anyone at her table. Glasses and beer cans appeared and disappeared and changed positions on her table, but I never saw anyone there.
I didn’t see her again for the rest of my watch. Finally it was 2345 and I was no longer on duty. It was time to go find my wife. She was still not at the table but there were four or five drinks there. I scanned the other tables but did not see any sign of her. A quick walk around the dance floor also failed to find her. Then I looked over at the pool tables and there she was. She was not playing but was seated on a bar stool in front of an old style dark brown upright piano. Her back was against the piano as she watched the guys playing pool. A couple of guys were standing close and talking to her.
As I watched, players would walk over to her and it looked like they would rub her belly before taking their shot. I decided to take the long way around the room so I could surprise her but only after figured out what was going on. Once I found a place that had a good profile view of the area I stopped and waited.
The next player walked over to my wife. This time I was close enough to hear him, “I really need some good luck. I’m tired of losing. Can I rub Buddha’s belly for luck?” “Sure,” came her reply. As I watched she pulled up her top to reveal her belly. He put both hands on her belly and rubbed them around in circles. In the process of rubbing her belly he pushed her stretch pants down so they disappeared under her pregnant tummy leaving her baby bump in full view. He walked away to take his shot. She smiled as she pulled up her stretch pants and pulled down her blouse. He took the shot but missed, so much for bringing him good luck!
Another guy was now in front of her along with all the people from one of the tables. He told her “I just won my third game in a row!” She smiled at him, telling him he was pretty lucky and said, “I guess you get three buttons.” He smiled and undid three buttons on her blouse. The others gathered around to watch. After everyone had a good peak he redid the three buttons.
A guy in a tan turtle neck sweater stepped up to her and again she raised her top. This guy leaned down and kissed her belly after rubbing it. He then lined up his shot, lightly tapped the que ball which slowly rolled toward the two ball gently knocking it into the side pocket. Before his next shot, he returned to kiss her belly again. Three ball, corner pocked, it was a perfect shot. He walked back to her and said, “The eight ball’s next. The deals still on if I sink it?”
“Sure, a deal is a deal.”
“You know if I win that’s six in a row, right? And you know what that means, right?”
“Like I said, a deal is a deal.”
I decided that I had to stay back and see what this deal was that they were talking about. Turtle neck guy lined up his shot, drew back the que stick and hit the white ball solidly with a tremendous amount of power. The que ball rocketed across the table striking the eight ball, the que ball stopping dead on table. All of that energy was now propelling the eight ball toward the far bumper. It hit hard and then bounced back heading directly toward the corner pocket on the left side, hitting it dead center. Everyone cheered.
Play stopped at all of the pool tables as eight players and a few on lookers gathered around Nancy. She leaned back against the piano. Tan turtle neck guy walked up to her. He stopped and slowly pulled up her blouse. His hands surrounded her baby bump as he rubbed it, pushing her maternity pants down to her lap. He continued to rub her tummy for a long time, especially the lower area where her belly pressed against her thighs. Straitening up he pulled her blouse back into place but left her maternity pants down low.
Guys were now standing in a semi-circle around the two of them. Tan turtle neck guy was standing between her knees when he started unbuttoning her blouse. “I won six games in a row, and there are six buttons.” One by one he methodically undid each of the buttons that were holding her blouse together. You could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. As he undid the last button holding the two halves of her blouse together. He glanced over his shoulder as his hands pulled the left and right side of her blouse apart for everyone to see. Her red bra was so bright it almost looked like it was glowing.
Just when I thought that was the end of the show, he reached up between her breasts. She was wearing one of her bras that fastened in the front. He looked up at her and said, “You’re sure?” “Just do it.” She smiled at him, then looked out at the crowd and said, “Right guys?” Everyone was nodding as a murmur of agreement swept through the crowd. He paused and grinned and he looked around at everyone.
Now I knew what the deal was and I suddenly realized that I was just like everyone else in that crowd. I was holding my breath waiting to see her tits. And just like the rest of those sailors, my cock was hard as a rock.
A quick movement of his hands unclasped her bra. He was now holding the two halves together. Another look over his shoulder at the crowd and then he pulled the two parts to the side letting those big 36-D’s drop out for everyone to view. They jiggled as the fell from her bra. Her nipples looked like they were as hard as my dick. Everyone cheered again. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on each nipple and said, “You’re a good sport and they do look magnificent!” to which she simply replied, “Thanks.” He stepped back to give everyone a good view. I watched as her breasts moved up and down with each breath. She was scanning the crowd from left to right and back again, smiling at everyone and causing her boobs wobble from side to side almost like a stripper slowly shaking her boobs at the crowd.
After she had been on display for a minute or two or five (hell, it seemed like a really long time to me!), he stepped back between her knees and grasped the two halves of the bra. He started putting everything back together. Strangely he was now all thumbs as he fumbled with the bra and the clasp and her tits. It looked like he was making it much more difficult than it really was.
I think he was just a typical sailor playing with her tits while acting like he was just trying to help.
Eventually he decided to hook the bra together above her tits. Then he reached down through the bra to get a handful of breast pulling it back up into the red bra, one boob in and one to go. Once he had put them in place, he adjusted each of them a couple of times until they looked right to him. Then he pulled her blouse together and buttoned that up for her. “Let me buy you another drink, ok?” “Sure, I’ll be at the table.”
Fearing that I might be caught watching her, I turned around and hurried back to the front of the club where I counted to ten, hoping that my raging hard on would disappear. As soon as possible I started walking toward our table. I arrived to find her sitting there alone as if nothing had happened. We kissed then I asked, “Having fun?” “Yea, this was a lot more fun than sitting in the car!”
Tan turtle neck arrived with two drinks. “Here, I bought you two a couple of drinks. Enjoy!” Then he disappeared into the crowd. I looked at my wife as she watched him walk away. It was then that I noticed her blouse was buttoned one button off. “On the way home you can tell me all about your fun night, OK?” She looked at me with one of her sexy little smiles and said you really want to hear everything?”
“Every last detail,” I told her, “but let’s save the story about the strange way your blouse is buttoned until we get home, OK?”
She looked down and started to laugh, telling me she didn’t know why I wanted to hear that story since she had seen me watching the whole time! All I could do was give her my best ‘oops I’ve been caught’ look. But hearing her say that was pretty cool because then I knew that she must have been performing for me. My dick started getting hard again. Her laugh and that slightly nasty smile always did give me a stiffy.
“Do you want to know how wet my panties are too?” With that, I was back to a full on boner. After that I had assumed that she would blame the evening’s fun and games on her raging hormones! But I was completely wrong. She simply fell asleep on the 15 minute drive home so I didn’t learn much on then. Arriving at our apartment we got ready for bed.
When she finally joined me under the covers I asked her to tell me all about her evening. She told me that she had really enjoyed using her ‘big boob power’ over the guys. She said that she had never been the center of everyone’s attention before getting her new boobs. She just wanted to have some fun with them knowing that they would disappear after the baby arrived. I suggested that I would love to help her keep them large and full of milk for a year of two, but she turned me down cold on that one.
As we lay there naked I asked about the buttons on her shirt. She told me that at first the guys were teasing her about her big her tummy. Then someone said that her belly looked like Buddha’s belly. Then someone told her that it’ll bring you luck if you rub Buddha’s belly. So the guys started patting her belly before each shot. Then the guy in the turtle neck said that you really need to rub Buddha’s belly and he raised her blouse and rubbed her belly. His next shot was perfect. So everyone wanted to try that. She said it felt good to have so many guys rubbing their hands on her tummy.
Then the turtle neck guy had a really hard shot to make. She told him he was going to miss. He said, I’ll bet you a button that I don’t! So they got this bet going. She was not sure exactly how it happened, but somehow she had agreed that anyone who won a game would get to undo one button, take a little peek at her boobs and then button her shirt up. And if they won two in a row, they got to undo two buttons. Then someone said what if I win six in a row, do I get something special? She doubted that anyone had time to win that many games before I returned so she told them that they could see her boobs if someone could do that.
My cock was in her hand as she was speaking and it was hard as a rock. I’m sure her hand and the slow lazy strokes had something to do with my state of arousal, but her story was the main cause.
She said that she was sure that I would be off duty long before anyone won six games. She felt pretty safe with that bet. She didn’t imagine that I would stand off to one side so she would have to pay off that bet.
Didn’t you know that these were a bunch of horny single sailors? She said she knew how horny they were. She discovered that on the dance floor. When they would hold her close to them she had put her leg between their legs, ‘just for the fun of it.’ When she danced that way with them the side of her belly was rubbing against their ‘things’ as she called their cocks. I ask if she liked feeling them against her and she kind of hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed that she enjoyed feeling all of those hard guys rubbing up against her. She giggled and said that a couple of times she had put her hand down there to feel how big they were and that’s when her panties started getting wet.
When the guys were playing pool, she said that she had to watch them really close because some guys were saying that they won a game but they were not even playing. When the real winners came to her, she would push her chest out towards them. It was funny how many of them were nervous when they undid one of her buttons. But they were much worse when they were redoing the buttons.
I had to ask how many of them slipped a finger inside her bra while they were buttoning her shirt. In the beginning, she said, nobody did that, they were really careful. Then when that guy in the turtle neck won his third game, he went for it. She said that he actually pinched one of her nipples. After that, everybody was doing it. And how far did they get when they were rubbing your tummy I ask? She said she didn’t think any of them had their fingers in her pussy hair. I kind of doubted that!
Interrupting her story, I asked her how many wet dreams she thought she might be responsible for that night. She looked at me with an innocent little shocked expression on her face. Do you really think that might happen to them? Sure, I told her, no doubt about it - except for the ones who were already masturbating to their memories of her. Again, she had that shocked gaze. “Really, they’ll think about me when they do that?” There was now a faraway gaze in her eyes. I think she was just beginning to understand what affect her body could have on men.
Do you think they might be doing that right now? I assured her that most of them would likely leave the EM club and jerk off before hitting their racks tonight. “Really, all of them will be thinking about my boobs? Wow, there were so many of them.”
Without thinking about me or what she was doing, her hand was moving faster as she was stroking my cock. I wondered if she was thinking about all those other cocks and subconsciously she was stroking each of them.
She wanted to know if I thought they would keep doing that and thinking about her? Being honest, I told her I’m not sure how long it will last but I’m sure you’ve made a few dreams come true tonight.
Her questions kept coming: Some of those guys were really young looking. Do you think I might have been the first real woman to show them her boobs? I laughed a little and told her that her that her tits were likely the first pregnant boobs that any of them had ever seen. She liked that.
Then I had a question for her: When that guy opened up your bra, what were you thinking?
As first, she said, it was a little embarrassing, but everyone had been so friendly and kind and they were so happy that it made her happy too. When she had looked down at her breasts, she had been really proud of how big there were and how proud I must have been watching her.
She said that she thought nobody would have even noticed her with her little ‘real’ boobs. I tried to assure her that her old boobs were perfect, but she never did believe me that a 34A could be just a sexy as a 36D.
Over the next three months we discovered the dark side of those emotional mood swings. I could usually tell her mood by how she was dressed. Sexy was good, conservative was “maybe you should stay at work tonight.” On the sexy days she would often talk about ‘her boys’ from the EM club. She would ask if I thought they still remembered ‘that crazy pregnant lady’ and if I thought any of them were still thinking of her when they jerked off.
We only made it out to the EM club once more after that night but other than a few dances nothing else happened. I guess when hubby was sitting with her everyone decided to stay away. After she gave birth she was always too busy to take any time away from the baby. Four months later I was out of the service and her 36D’s were almost gone. They were replaced by her new ‘real’ boobs, but these ‘real’ boobs were now a very ripe and plump 34B in size. It would be another eight years before she once again explored her naughty side.
Do you see how I developed my fetish of enjoying showing off my wife to other people? In the following years, she would fulfill a lot of my fantasies. However I was never really sure why she would do some of the things she did: “I’m doing this for you baby,” or “what would you think it I (fill in the blank)?” Maybe it was my fantasies she was fulfilling or maybe they were her naughty alter ego’s fantasies. I think it was most likely a combination of the two.
BTW, if you’re reading this and you were in the EM club that night, we would both love to hear from you! Although it was a small base, I never did know who was in the group that she called ‘her boys’. If you write, tell us the name of the base so we know you were really one of those lucky guys.
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