Chapter 1
I love watching women. I like watching them walk, jabber with their friends, play tennis, jog—anything that makes their arms jostle their titties or makes their bodies jiggle in response to their own actions. I admit this weakness readily.
What I wasn't ready for was my obsession with a woman I met by happenstance a few months ago. She was sitting in a restaurant talking animatedly with a girlfriend. Everything was jiggling perfectly. In fact, her chest was marvelously thin, including thin shoulders, and therefore her marvelously full titties were actually wider than her chest. Much wider than that thin little chest. So every time she moved her arms, her biceps would strike the sides of her tits, and they would bulge or jiggle, moving about, sometimes even seeming to want to leap from their restraining brassiere or her blouse.
I had a huge hard-on just watching her. My tongue was hard. My fingers were itching to fondle. If I stayed there very long, I would have a bad case of priapism. Did I spell that right? Damn, that's a big word!
She had those light blue eyes that can mesmerize a man for hours.
"Vivacious" is the word I am looking for. Bubbly too. A smile that spreads across her face as if she could swallow my whole dick and grin at the same time. Maybe even lick my testicles too, and love doing it.
Yeah, my imagination is getting away from me.
I found out way too late that she was my asshole boss's wife.
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I heard her girlfriend call her Jenn. I dreamed of her that first day I saw her. I started arriving early at the restaurant so I could get a seat that gave me visual command of the whole facility.
My reward for my diligence came about a week later when she came in, took the table next to mine, and waited for her friend. As luck would have it, her friend was quite late that day. I was able to start a conversation with her. It was idle chatter, but her voice was like a musical instrument to my pricked ears, well pitched and throaty. I did something I had never done before; I went into the men's restroom and furiously jerked off after she left to go back to work.
She had told me she worked at a bookstore not far from my office. I love to read almost as much as I love to watch women. We had read some of the same books, and we swapped book titles we recommended for a bit as she waited. Her friend arrived, and they talked and ate. She smiled at me as she left the restaurant.
I masturbated again that night as I remembered those incredible tits of hers and how I had such a hard time not staring at them as she talked to me. Her hands provided half the conversation, which of course instigated that wonderful jiggling I so loved about her. When her friend arrived, I could finally stare at my Jenn's delectable bosom to my heart's content. I had a perfect view down the gorgeous hemispherical slope of her left breast. Once, when she reached for the salt shaker, I even caught the faintest glimpse of that intimate dark circle that cradled her nipple.
The next time she came in, she moved quickly to the table next to mine, and again we swapped book titles. Then we started talking a bit about ourselves. I pressed her for her life story, in bits and pieces, of course. She was, as it turns out, Phi Beta Kappa at her university! Definitely the whole enchilada here.
I could say honestly that I had a huge crush on her, despite the nice engagement ring, coupled with a wedding ring that she wore on her left-hand ring finger. I could not get her to comment on her marriage, though. I tried, but no luck.
But then one day her friend came in, but Jenn did not show. Her friend loved gossiping, and I soon knew that my darling little jiggly Jenn was not particularly happy in her marriage. It seems her husband spent far too much time at work, and when he arrived home, he would go straight to his computer in the den and shut the door on her. I could not fathom how any man could ignore this gorgeous little sex bomb!
Jenn's friend, Patty, was single and started hitting on me like crazy. Suffice it to say that Patty was not Jenn. But I did get invited to the Fourth of July party for the employees of the bookstore chain. It seems Patty worked in the central bookkeeping part of the company.
I dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and headed out that fateful morning, arriving early at the park that was in the center of town. It is one of those parks that goes on forever. A creek running down the center of it, with bridges and large trees and various places for families and companies to have picnics.
Jenn showed up in a bikini top! A skinny bikini top! I had to sit down to hide my tent. She saw me and grinned, then after she got a hot dog and a beer, came over and joined Patty and me at a picnic table. My cock was soon aching as I tried desperately not to stare at her jiggles and wiggles. Every single movement she made sent her gorgeous titties into spasms of glorious entrapment.
She told us that her husband had decided to go play golf with his buddies instead of coming to the party. I saw a small tear in the corner of her delicate shade of blue eye. Patty stood up and hugged her, so I followed Patty's lead and hugged them both. We all three stayed in the hug for a wonderfully long time. I learned in that hug that Jenn's tits were incredibly firm. Someone's hips were against my erection as we hugged. Whomever's hips they were did not move away either.
Volleyball started when the eating was winding down. And Jenn, it turns out, loves to play volleyball. Oh my god. When she jumps, the whole world stops to stare! I witnessed at least nineteen husbands getting slapped by their wives as they stared at Jenn while she played her heart out! And me, I definitely had a severe case of priapism. Patty's fondling did not help in any way, shape, or form. Patty thought it was her that was turning me on. I did not disabuse her of that concept.
Patty took me home, and I fucked her several times that night, and several times the next morning. I am happy to report that Patty is highly responsive in bed. And my third orgasm solved my priapism. In my mind, Patty was instead my jiggly-titted fantasy gal, though. Patty got the benefit, so I did not confess my thoughts to her. I even experimented a bit on her, trying a few things I had read or seen on the how-to-fuck sites on the Internet. One technique in particular worked wonders. Patty was cumming so hard that she passed out after becoming utterly spastic with orgasm.
Patty, loving to gossip, was soon on the phone to Jenn about how I was a super stud in bed. I know this because I was told by several people about how Patty bragged concerning how much she turned me on and how many times she had orgasmed that night and the next morning. The number rose each time I heard the story.
Jenn glanced at my crotch the next time she saw me at the restaurant. Things were looking up!
