Back to lunch

Back at Tagon's Adam, Joan and Katie were chatting while waiting for their food to arrive.

"So, Katie, why precisely did you decide to get implants?" Adam asked. He had a pretty good idea.

"Well, meeting that Gogo girl made me start thinking about my Mastonesian heritage," the colossally curvaceous co-ed explained. "And I figured a good first step towards getting in touch with my Mastonesian side would be to make myself Mastonesian side."

She paused and then said. "I'm not gonna lie. I know you don't love me like your wives, I can't match mom, Linda or Mary's experience, or Flora's youth, and I certainly can't compete with being a twin Gina and Heather! But the fact that I know you love big tits, and that my being your bustiest bed-mate makes me special to you, and I can't quite bring myself to give that up."

Adam was of course aroused by this, but he was also moderately appalled. The idea of a woman he cared about drastically changing her body for his pleasure may have been an appealing fantasy, but for it to happen in real life was just...wrong. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to try talking her out of it. He repressed a shudder, hiding his inner turmoil so as not to upset his lovely hostesses. He REALLY needed to see Dr. Dietz.

At that point, Natalie arrived with Katie's food. Just Katie's. As per usual, there was a delay for Adam and Joan. Natalie apologized, but Joan just smiled.

"Don't worry, dear. I think I know how to keep Adam entertained while we wait."

And with that, she reached under the table, opened Adam's zipper and freed his cock, which she began stroking, an ecstatic look on her face at the sensation of him becoming hard in her hand. Adam himself matched the expression with one of his own, although he wasn't sure it was a good idea.

Not having Mary's skill, Joan's handjobs could rarely cause him to ejaculate, merely bring him to a "dry" orgasm, one of those too-male oddities that added to the breed's appeal. Of course, being a borderline nymphomaniac, she'd honed her handjob skills on dozens of men before her marriage to Irving and subsequent affair with Adam, which meant she could still often get him to produce copious amounts pre-cum, but not so much of it as to be unmanageable. But in his current hyper-aroused state, who knew what could happen?

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by Shendude)