Chapter 2: My Anniversary Dinner

The moment I have a chance to breathe and recuperate from the hot and amazing sex that felt as though it lasted hours instead of mere minutes, I am jumping out of the bed and right into the shower. "How much time do I have?" I call out, poking my head from around the curtain of the water pellets my naked body.

"Plenty of time my sexy queen, we don't have to be there till 6:00." Danny says from the other side of the bathroom door.

Oh the convenience of having my own personal bathroom right off of the bedroom!

Dipping my head back behind the curtain, I squirt the shampoo in my hand and I am barely starting to wash my hair when another question enters my mind. "Where exactly are our reservations at?"

"The Marriott, pookie!" I hear him call out only this time much closer.

Poking my head out from behind the curtain again, I see him standing in front of the sink struggling to put on his muscular torso. "You're not even going to take a shower?" I asked if I watch him sucking his gun and then pull the stretchy tabs around his sides and adhere them along his back.

"I'll just take a washcloth to my junk snd take a shower when I get home." He says as wipes away the slime of our love then turns it over to scrub off his 10 inch hard rubber member. Once it is all clean, he sends it down the bottle of adhesive that we share.

Knowing exactly what he is going to do with it, I get my head back behind the curtain for the little and continue washing my hair. As I stand there under the flowing water and wash my body then take a razor to my legs, crotch and armpits, I cannot help but be a little disappointed. Anytime he books us dinner at the hotel downtown it's for a business meeting. I know he is busy and trying very hard, but for just one night can't he take me out *somewhere else!?!*

Sensing my disapproval by my silence, he opens the shower curtain and looks at me with eyes that are trying to convince me. "Pookie, you know that the Marriott has the best steaks in town."

He is right, steak is my favorite meal.

Which is probably why I have this embarrassing little belly bulge nowadays.

Turning my head as I finish swiping my little pussy with a little bit of stubble, I rinse it out and then set it down on the back edge on the tub. "I know, but just this once can it not be a business dinner? Every time we go out it's always with a client what about us? What about me?"

Fucking my slender and featureless body up and down, I can see his eyes filled with this iron as he stares at my scrawny ass and tit-less chest. "Do you like having the best body in town? Being able to be fitted with the best prosthetics known to man? Or how about the thousands of dollars of credit card charges that you charge every month? All of that cost money money and something that you always find the way to keep me in short supply of." He says then steps back and turns around to pick up his underwear.

Watching the curtain close yet again, I know exactly when he means. Ever since him and I have been together I have to admit that my spending has gone through the roof as well as my demands for the more picture perfect figure enhancements. Now I hardly even have to dress them up at all. Before I used to spend hours on makeup just to blend them in. And hours more and hearing them they would still come loose or fall off. Now I need not worry about such things. Sighing I know exactly what tonight is going to be. He's been talking about it for months.

The Miller account.

Well worth over 10 million in properties, he can seal the deal at dinner tonight we will be rolling in money and maybe we can buy that bigger house that I've been looking at. Six bedrooms paltry when ten bedrooms is *much* better. Opening and closing my jaw, I flex my muscles knowing exactly what I need to do.

I'm probably going to have to suck off the old man's dick.

That's the other part of me staying at home. Sometimes I have to accompany him go avengers as the perfect arm candy. Sometimes a day the golf course or at the country club is not enough to seal the deal. That's where I come in. Dress and something sexy only to take it off so those old ass perverts can pretend to fuck my big hairy pussy while slobbering all over my big and sexy tits.

They never make it that far. They usually blow their load but my hand or down my throat and end up fucking me flaccid, worn out dicks instead. Turning off the water, I stopped out of the shower and immediately and right over and wrap my hair in a towel. Drying off with another, I leave the shower walls dripping wet, confident that the house cleaners will take care of that. Padding up to the counter, I look at my plethora of makeup, but before I go about putting on my face, I brush my teeth.

Fake lashes, colored eye contacts and veneers are not the only thing that I add anymore. Not really wanting to get botox, I simply add a little enhancement to my upper and bottom lips, two little slivers stretchy silicone that I need to glue on in order to give me that always and ever present point. Carefully sticking them on, I then finish off the makeup around my mouth and add my lipstick. Blowing myself a kiss, I then look down at my skinny and featureless body. Danny may like it, but I hate it! I always have and yet at the same time enjoy it too. And under my feelings when I look at my naked self that I don't care to think too deeply about anymore.

Let's just say that everyday I get to be my teen idol, Deanna Delgado. She's the cheerleader from an episode of The Wonder Years who got busted stuffing her bra. For many who fantasize about that sort of thing, it is not about the exposure so much as getting away with it that does it for me. This is why I choose prosthetics over surgery. However that does not mean I don't enjoy imagining getting caught, or relishing in the slight malfunction now and again.

Picking up the big white bottle of adhesive, I scored it all over my thighs and ass, then put on some gloves and spread it around. I then have to take them off and throw them away before picking up my first prosthetic placing it on my body. The first being my right hip, bye and my bulbous butt cheek all in one. Holding it there for a few minutes, I have to wait for the glue to adhere. I then rinse and repeat for the other. Turn my sexy bottom half of my hourglass is complete, I check out my ass and smile broadly in the mirror. It just looks so sumptuously perfect! Eager to continue, I pick up my big and hairy pussy next and prep myself. Holding in between my legs, and make sure it is positioned the way I can tinkle without having to take it off. With my bottom half all shapely and sexy, I finally look at the ultimate prize, favorite part about me my big and glorious tits!

Absolutely enormous, they would be a DD on Allison, but on my petite chest they are nothing short of humongous! Literally they are Hindenburg and positively fill up my vast collection of 30H bras... Staring at the giant swells sitting swollen up with my nipples pointing to the ceiling, they are attached to a backless and strapless silicone strap. Lathering the special adhesive to my chest, the cool liquid makes my itty bitty nipples stand on end. Already aroused, it made no difference till I posted the ginormous fake boobs up to my chest and then had to stand there holding them by their magnificent swells as I press my upper arms hard into my sides. Squirting some adhesive around the flanges of all of my prosthesis' I then wait till the seams practically disappear. When I look at myself, all I see is the busty and curvy queen that owns this town. From the perfect trajectory and upturned tilt of my jutting tits, to the big and hairy bulge of my big and sexy crotch, and finally to the framing rounded thighs that also support my well-rounded hips and and luscious booty, I purr loudly at my reflection. "RAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRR!"

I eventually saw her out of the bathroom with my sexy sway and bouncing huge boobies, I'm already halfway turned on as the tugging of the forms fight the glue that holds them to my body. Walking up to my dresser, pull open my panty drawer draw out a frilly and black lace thong. Bending over as I lower them to the ground, I can feel my big butt cheeks want spread as I step into them and gently and sensually pull them up my legs. Unable to feel anything except for the soft bite of the elastic waistband, I have to walk over to my mirror so I can make sure that the crotch is sitting just right over my enhanced womanhood. Turning around to make sure that they look great in the back, I then walked back over to my dresser where I account a garter strap that matches and fasten it on around my waist. Closing that drawer I pull out a lovely scent of dark brown sheets that I then roll up my legs and clip them onto the end of the straps. The necessary adjustments, and then close that drawer and open the last one. This is my bra drawer and as I pull up the matching strapless bra and prepare to put it on, I stopped myself just short of doing so. Thinking about the dress I want to wear, I suddenly realized that a bra will not be necessary. The dress I have in mind will be more than enough to hoist and hold my precious tits secure to my chest as well as give off the perfect illusion of the biggest, firmest and most perky boobies that anyone has and ever will see! Putting the bra away and closing the drawer, I pad over to my walk in closet and slide open the door. The lights before I step in, I go over the bar where all of my beautiful dresses are hanging and waiting for me to wear them. Picking out a beautiful and backless black dress, it shimmers under the light. Pulling it up and on, I zip up the little zip and clip the golden latch behind my neck. Reaching in I adjust my tits and situate them into the built-in push-up bra cups where my beautiful and bubbling cleavage is peeking through the deep, v-neck opening in the front. My dress by then go up to my vast selection of shoes, courtesy of Vanessa English, and slip on a matching black pair of open-toed, spiked Gucci's. Feeling extra sexy, I turned and walked out of my closet where I shut off the light and close the door, then walk back up to my full length mirror. Doing a turn I gush as I pose, running my hands up and down my sides as I check out my ass then feast my eyes on my big and beautiful tits. But not least, I go to my vanity where to pick out my fanciest necklace, earrings and bracelets put them on. Also tonight is a good night to wear my engagement ring. 24 karats of platinum set diamonds. Wiggling the huge rock on my ring finger, I then look at my reflection one last time and realize that I forgot to put in my pearly white smile! Rushing back to the bathroom, I flip open the box and snap them in, then finally leave my sanctuary and head for the stairs.

When I appear at the top, I see Danny waiting down in the living room pacing back and forth. Looking handsome and his black and white tuxedo, no stopper with that bright red cumberbund wrapped around his waist. The only thing he forgot to do was tie his tie. Coming down the stairs cuz I drag my hand along the finally polished banister, come down looking and feeling like a princess. When he finally looks my way I flash him the biggest and brightest smile he will ever see.

"Jesus... No wonder why the guys say that I am married to a double-edged sword. Not only are you hot, holy shit! But you literally look like the most pampered woman on Earth." He says as he reaches down gives his big looking meat a hefty jostle as he rubs his chin with his other hand.

"That's because I am the most pampered woman on Earth. Thanks to you." I say with a soft exodus of my breath the moment I stopped in front of him. Sliding my hands up to his shoulders, I reach with my tippy toes, my heels lifting from my shoes as I stretch to get them a kiss.

Knowing very well that my makeup is very important to me, excuse me a little peck, but that's all it takes to make my enormous titty bombs stress and then squeeze between us. Feeling the liquid gel spread along my chest, I am fully confident that the life like looking skin adorning the soft plastic outer shells will not rupture or **** the strips of silicone pedicured either side of my chest just underneath my armpits to peel off.

"We should get going, we don't want to keep the Miller's waiting." I say with a broad smile as my husband looks down into my emerald green eyes with a look of relief.

"I'm so glad you're not mad at me."

"Oh I am, but I figured you can make it up to me by taking me shopping." Watching him roll his eyes play fully, he then turned and offers me his elbow.

Placing my hand in the crux, from the living room, through the kitchen and into the garage where his Dodge Viper is waiting in the garage. Opening the door and holding it so I can slide in, I am no sooner in and putting on my seatbelt when he pushes the door shut. Walking around the long Hood cleanse into the driver's seat and settles in and starts the car. Opening the garage door, he puts it into reverse and then East is it back all the way down driveway and out onto the road. Reminding him to close the door, he does and then we drive off into the night.

Anytime I get to go out hot sports car, it is a rolling example of the manhood so neatly tucked away in the crotch of his pants. The hood of his car is nice and long just like his schlong. There's definitely no overcompensating with this guy... Hehe! Anyways, the weather was nice so we put the top down, but let my window up so my hair would not whip in my face. When we arrive at the Marriott, he pulls up right in front of the doors. The valet already running over to grab his keys, another opens the door for me and simply marvels at the generous display pushing out the top of my dress. Unable to keep from giving him a playful smirk, I purposely turn my entire body as I swing my feet out. When I go to stand up, I make sure I push my chest out just so he can grovel size of my melons. Full y up Android deal the rest of my rocking curves, I could already see the bulge in his pants practically twitching. Nowhere near the size of my Danny, I ignore his little chub but the sides are really rub it in on just what he is missing out on. Rolling my shoulders as I arch my back, I prepare for the greatest show on Earth when the most horrific and utmost embarrassing thing can ever happen!

*RIP! RIP!*

The sound unmistakable, but what exactly it is no one can tell who is loitering by the doors, or from the astonished look on the young man directly in front of me!

But I do!

Front of my dress literally bulges forward then shakes my giant, pushed up swells literally call card and either side of the front of the flimsy covering that partially obscure the sides of my boobs! Literally lunging me forward with the ferocity of the sudden release, I felt the glue literally rip as the flanges that hold my epic bust secure to either side of my chest whip forward! Instantly bringing my arms to either side of my chest, I clutch my handbag underneath my boobies as I hide the damning evidence of my fakery from wandering eyes! Blushing three shades of red as I stumble forward, tottering atop my high heels, I nearly bumped into the young man who just opened my door for me.

Of course all he sees when he looks down is my nearly perfect looking boobs still looking as sexy as ever all pushed up into the front of my dress making for the longest and largest display of bubbling cleavage he has ever seen.

Quickly coming around the car and rushing to my side is Danny who wraps his arm around my waist as he quickly disposes of the ballet and rushes me inside. "It's not a big deal, nobody saw. Everything is just fine. Just go to the bathroom and take, okay?"

Nodding my head as we walk inside, I still keep my arms pressed firmly to my sides as I head to the lady's room to survey and then hope that I can repair the damage. It is not much. I should have secured the side straps after I had put on my dress instead of before. A little bit of glue a readjustment soon out of the bathroom feeling like the busty goddess that I am.

That I also am to everyone who is by default Justin to look my way as the overwhelming and magnetic aura of my big boobs and curvy body compel them to do. Arrive at the table and take my seat, I am warmly welcome by Ambrose and Chilean Miller.

"Don't you look lovely Victoria!" The rich, but kind older lady says as she offers me her gloved hand.

I shake it as her husband also stands up just enough to welcome me with a handshake too. "Mi'lady..." He says gallantly as he takes my hand and then turns it over to give the back of it a gentle kiss.

As I nod with a smile and go to sit down, I can feel the familiar tugging of my big butt pulling on the little shrunken cheeks that I hide away from the world. When I sit I feel the familiar slide of my bulging big pussy along my inner thighs. Crossing my legs, I give it a squeeze sends a bolt of electric furry up my spine.

From there dinner goes well. We make small talk and they congratulate us on our years together.

"What I want to know is why you didn't tell us, dear Danny? Had me no that it was the anniversary of your marriage to this beautiful woman, I am sure I could have convinced Ambrose to reschedule." Mrs Miller says then looks over at her husband who is grunting.

"I know but you do remember that the window is closing on these negotiations. The sellers are wanting to close quickly and we have our trip to Europe next week." Ambrose replies then looks square across the table at Danny. "Shoot it to me straight son. Am I going to be able to buy these properties for less than 10 million dollars?"

Sit back in his chair, I watch if my husband pulls on the lapels of his jacket as he pumps up his chest and then leans forward. Still as confident as ever, he has a seriousness in his eye that means that the time of hard negotiations is unfortunately over." . The seller is committed to his $10 million asking price, no closing assistance or renovations."

Seeing the look on Ambrose's face, I already know this is not what he wants to hear and when I look over at Danny, he is giving me a subtle nod. Now it is my turn. I am the last line of defense. I can convince the Michelle out what the seller is asking for, I'll get my big and brand new dream house. Turning my attention to Chilean. "My goodness. All of this talk about business on our anniversary is certainly a bore. How would you feel about taking a break from this stodgy talk and take our men out on the dance floor for a little bit of fun?" I suggest as I glance to the next room over where the soft sound of jazz music can be heard playing.

"That sounds like a much better idea. Come on Ambrose. Let's get our jiggy on!" Chilean says and that takes his hand standing up.

Unable to say no to his aged, but still youthful looking wife, the man stands up and escorts his wife away from the table. Doing the same with me, I walk with Danny out of the dining room and into the dance room where we danced together for a couple of songs. Switching partners, I can tell that Ambrose is excited as his eyes never need my heaving and abundant cleavage. Surprised by how good of a dancer he is, the next thing I know he has me doing the salsa and I find myself spinning round and round, doing my best to keep up, but his expert leadership is what keeps me from falling on my ass. I will go over at danny, he is showing Mrs Miller the time of her life.

He's also prodding her hips and butt with his sausage like cock.

"Your husband is certainly a charming fellow..." Ambrose says in his gruff sort of way softly into my ear.

Only when I let my hands fall do I feel him prodding my hip with his limp noodle. "Mmmm, is your wife certainly seems enamored with him." I say as I turn and press my breasts ever gently into his chest.

His eyes widening and dropping to see my even more bubbling cleavage, he quickly looks back up. "Well yes, she always gets excited when a younger man is extra kind." As he drops his hand from my place that securely on my lower back. Pulling me in his smile widens as I know he can feel my body pressing more firmly into his. "The real question is are you as kind as your husband?"

Feeling his hand drop, I know he is cupping my backside. "Well of course... Or else I'd be telling you to take your hand off my ass." I reply then roll my tongue in a playful purr.

I feel him give it a squeeze when the silicone gel in the cheek slightly surges into my secretly scrawny ass. Purring again, I give his bow tie a tug as I give him my playful eyes. "My feet are getting tired. How about we take a little break and go somewhere more private?"

Giving me a wistful grin, Ambrose cannot hide the excitement in his eyes. "Now you know I've been a very faithfully married man for a little over 40 years."

"Yes so has your wife, but that has not stopped her from going with my husband over to the bar." I reply then push myself a little firmer into him.

Looking over, Ambrose takes a breath and ponders his next move. Exhaling hard, next thing I know is he is pulling a key out of his pocket. "Well, I guess a more proper place for a woman such as yourself to remove her heels is not too much to ask."

Winking, I allow him to take my hand and guide me away from the dance floor. As we leave I look over at Danny who is busy chatting up Chilean. When he makes eye contact with me, gross me an inconspicuous thumbs up.

It is not long that I am in Ambrose Miller's suite when I find myself locking lips with the perverted old man. Barely a minute into it the next thing I know I hear the slow roll of my zipper being pulled down. Not stopping him, I love his hand slide softly up my back to where he flicks open the class holding up the front of my dress. Stepping back just enough to let it fall, it ends up in a heat around my feet.

I'm sill wearing my heels by the way.

When he starts groping my naked ass and one of my tits, how exactly what he wants.

Sex.

Fortunately for him, his package is not exactly working the way it should. Still limp as ever, I break off our kiss by backing away, our lips making a loud smacking sound when I do. "Oh Ambrose, I want to feel you so badly inside of me." I moan softly as I reach out and start fondling the front of his pants. Keeping just the right amount of distance, I want him to be able to gaze upon my perfect body as well as see my big and hairy pussy positively bulging out the crotch of my slutty panties.

When he doesn't say anything, I know it's not for a lack of interest, but because he is ashamed. Not saying the word, I gently drop to my knees and open the front of his pants. Working out his limp cock, I can see that at one time it was a mighty war horse. Thick even in its current state, I can only imagine the sledgehammer that it used to be. Partially glad that he won't be able to actually split my pussy with it, I am however more than capable of giving him one last hurrah. Pushing out my tits, I take one in my little hand and start playing with it as I tighten my grip on his dick and start squeezing it.

It's probably the only way I will be able to get the flood out of it in order for it to get hard. I also know that at this point he isn't going to last very long because it is probably been a very long time since he last had any. Closing my eyes as I open my mouth, I aim his stiffening member right at the opening of my lips, moaning softly as I release my move and start playing with my big and hairy twat under my panties. "Oh Ambrose, I want to taste you so badly. And then I want you to tame this hungry pussy that my husband struggles to satisfy..."

Hearing my words, I hear him run as I feel the full seven and thick inches of Mr Miller's cock grow in my hand than blow the last of his limited loads right in my mouth. The moment he does it quickly goes limp and I can hear the exasperation echoing from his throat.

"You are a pretty young thing Victoria and if I were not so old maybe I could. But I haven't even been able to make love to my wife in a very long time." He says combing his fingers through my hair.

Standing up nice and slow, I then take a step towards him and gently press the tips of my tits into his chest. Still without my dress, I stand before this once proud lover and only my thong, stockings, heels, and garter belt. "But if it would please you to make love to me, I will gladly be that woman, even if you cannot penetrate me, I still want to feel your passion." As I say this I press my palms to his chest then kiss him gently on the lips.

Next thing I know I am helping him out of his clothes and he is on top of me swiping his limp cock up and down my hairy vag. The entire time telling him everything he wants to hear. Mostly that he is the perfect and most sensual lover even if he can't penetrate me this night. When we go back down to the restaurant an hour later, he is signing the paperwork for the purchase of the properties.

Not once did I let him suck or touch my tits.

I told him that those were for my husband only because they were his personal play toys.

Ambrose seemed quite all right with watching them rock up and down. Flattening and spreading perfectly atop my laid-back chest, it took all I had to keep from playing with and sucking on them myself!