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When I got home, Marissa was wearing the breast prosthetics, boosting her
Bs to Ds, and stretching her sweater in a most appealing way.
I loved the sight of her like this. I loved her enhanced figure, and I
loved how it seemed to relax her sexual inhibitions. Most of all, I loved
that she would play this game with me, becoming my fetish model for a few
hours at a time.
It was an act of love, with just the right mix of lust.
Yet, a little of me was jealous that she wanted to wear them, which meant
that I wouldn't.
I moved in close to embrace her, feeling her pressed against me, my heart
raced.
"Welcome home," she said.
"This is quite a welcome," i replied. "I love seeing you so frisky and
affectionate."
She pressed against me tighter, her hands on my behind, gripping tightly.
My growing erection held tightly between us.
"Frisky and affectionate, yes," she said. "Though you forgot
'adventurous.'"
"Adventurous?"
She reached up and pulled me down for a deep kiss. It was the kind of
kiss that leaves you weak in the knees for a moment because the hunger
and lust of it makes breathing secondary.
"Adventurous," she replied in a husky whisper. "Come with me."
That kind of invitation was easy to accept.
I followed her to the bedroom, and she unbuttoned my shirt. Once
unbuttoned, she untucked my undershirt and pulled it up to my armpits.
"Now close your eyes," she said.
When they were closed, i listened as she padded around the bedroom. A
drawer opened, and then she returned.
"No peaking," she said mock-sternly.
Goosebumps formed all over my body as she traced her fingers from my
navel to my sternum. Then I felt something cool and plastic pressed
against my left nipple.
"Are these the ones you wore before?" I asked, valiantly resisting the
temptation to peak.
The second plastic prosthetic was placed over my right nipple, and then
they came alive.
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"No."
I could feel my nipples growing hard. Marissa blew on my right nipple,
and i gasped at the intensity of the sensation. I opened my eyes, and
looked down at her. I was, indeed, wearing the huge nipple prosthetics
we had gotten for Marissa a couple months ago. The areoles were each 3
inches across, and a rich, dark. brown. Each nipple was almost an inch
long. They made my middle-aged chest look like I had honest to goodness
breasts, albeit small ones.
"Hey! I told you not to look," she said with an erotic snarl.
"Sorry, the adventure got the best of me."
Marissa gently nudged me back to the bed. I let her topple me.
"Looks like somebody needs to learn who's boss," she said with a smile.
"Put your hands up to the headboard like a good girl, or there will be
trouble."
I knew this meant the cuffs, and that i would not be able to touch her
gloriously enhanced breasts. I also knew that it meant that she was going
to be paying a lot of attention to my needs, since i would be helpless.
As I had two new intense needs attached to my chest, I had all the reason
in the world to play along, so I put my hands up to the headboard.
Marissa, as I had guessed, secured me to rails in the headboard with our
pink, furry cuffs.
"Was this part of the plan?" I asked, playfully rattling the chain.
"Eventually," she replied, as she unzipped her skirt, and shimmied out of
it. "Can I trust you to close your eyes now?"
"Yes, my love."
I closed my eyes tightly, and felt her climb up onto the bed. She
straddled my chest, knees pressing in gently at my ribs. She sat back,
gently resting on my abdomen. I could feel she was not wearing any
panties.
"I have been thinking a lot about you wearing these breasts," she said
softly. I could hear her breaths growing slightly shallow. The back of
her hand slid between her glorious sex and my belly, rubbing gently up
and down.
"What have you come up with?" I asked, trying to play it cool, but the
tension in my voice was unmistakable. My cock strained in my pants, and
my new womanly nipples fairly throbbed in anticipation of being touched.
"That our desires for each other are more complicated than we used to
think," she said, as she continued to gently finger herself on me. "Are
you peaking?"
"No."
"Good," she replied with a soft moan. "I like it when you do what you're
told."
With this I laughed, and Marissa leaned forward to lay more on top of me
and kiss my hungry lips.
"You can open your eyes now," said Marissa, playfully.
I did, and looked down at my sexy wife, dressed only in her sweater, and
that sweater beautifully stretched. She smiled up at me, playfully biting
at my chin and neck.
"So, what is your evil plan?" I asked.
Marissa just chuckled and crawled up, laying one leg on top of my body,
and rubbing her sweet sex against my chest, wiggling and sliding until
she caught my nipple with her vulva.
"My evil plan? It is not that evil, just teasing myself with your puffy
girly nipple," she replied. "I do like this a lot, and it sounds like
you're enjoying it too."
"Oh, I am."
And as I watched, Marissa gave wiggled and squirmed on my nipple, before
sliding down to lay on my other side. Her fingers teased and tugged at my
slick chest, as she kissed and sucked my other nipple. I could no longer
keep my eyes open.
"Oh, god," I moaned. "You had better get my pants off."
"And ruin my experiment?" She asked innocently before kissing my nipple
once more.
"Experiment?" I managed to squeak out.
"I wanted to know if you would get nipple-gasms like I do when I wear
these."
But before I could process that, her lips returned to their work. I found
myself squirming uncontrollably. I strained against my bonds, but to no
avail. I was stuck, and climax was approaching.
When it finally arrived, I grunted and moaned. Marissa sighed happily, as
she slowed snuggled up to kiss my cheek.
"How did you like your little taste of womanhood?"
"That was something special."
"I know. I've worn those things before."
We lay in silence for a few minutes, her fingertips softly tracing the
outline of my areole.
"Can I ask you why you wore the breast prosthetics just to diddle my
nipples?" I asked finally.
"They make me feel sexy," she whispered.
"You're always sexy," I replied.
"I know you feel that way, but with you exploring femininity, I was
feeling a little insecure about it. I wanted to feel ... "
"Like more of a woman than me," I said, finishing her thought.
"Yeah," she replied. "I want to share all this with you, and I want to
experiment with my own sexuality, but I want to keep some control. So you
don't just get lost in the deep end of the 'girly-pool' and not need me
anymore."
"Don't worry."
"Hey, that's what I do," she said with a smile. "I worry about things.
So, how about another little taste of femininity? Are you ready?"
I nodded, and Mariss climbed up my body, nearly smothering me with her
pussy. I lapped at her sex, returning the favor of orgasm before she
finally un-cuffed me.
"Fair is fair," I said with a smile, still licking my lips. "But I think
I need to go hit the shower because my pants feel pretty gross right
now."
"Sounds like a plan," Marissa said. "And when you get dressed again, why
don't you try wearing a sweater over your shirt. You know, just to see
how well we can hide those big nips of yours."
"That sounds like a long range plan."
"Nope, it would only get us through winter," she said with a smile.
I got up and stretched. Turning back to admire my wife as she put her
skirt back on, I realized how lucky I was.
"You can take your prosthetics off, if you like. Your place as woman of
the house is safe," I said.
"I know, and I'll take them off when I'm good and ready," she replied.
"And maybe we'll trade later. I'd like to keep our options open."
"Now THAT sounds like a long range plan."
"What does?"
"Keeping our options open," I said.
"Yes it does. Now go get that shower," said Marissa.
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