Finding out her size

Somehow you manage to get back to sleep after all that action. You and your wife are early risers because of the kids. You’re about to follow your wife out of the room but you see your sister-in-law’s pile of dirty laundry on the floor.

You look at the bed to confirm they are sleeping before you snoop down. You dig out her bra. It’s soft and stretchy like a sports bra with no clasps. You’re **** to find a cup size but all you see printed on it is ‘L’. This woman doesn’t look like she wears a large in anything. Concealed cannons. You wish you knew their actual size.

You leave the room disappointed. Your wife is in a great mood, bringing you coffee with a kiss.

“Last night was really great.”

Damn you fucked the ‘bitch’ out of her. You should always fuck her in the morning to start the day out with a happy wife. You say, “Hopefully we’ll make a baby.”

“Maybe. If not, we sure had fun trying.” She gives you a little wink, then struts back to the kitchen. Is she wiggling her booty on purpose? Damn. You cannot take your eyes off your wife’s ass.

When your brother and his wife finally join the family, she’s wearing a baggy sweater—no tits in sight. You give her a hug. You can feel her soft chest press into yours. You ask, “How’s the back?”

“Oh the back’s great. My legs are a little sore though,” she says, and your memory flashes of her riding, her big tits bouncing in her bra. She asks, “How was making love at midnight?”

You blush. You weren’t expecting her to bring it up. You say, “Sorry if we woke you up. It’s that time of the month and we’re trying. Only a small window to get it done.”

“No need to apologize or be embarrassed. It is your bed. We were just guests in it. Do whatever you need to. If you need to turn on the lights to do it, go ahead.”

Is she trying to get you to fuck in front of them again?

During the day drinking a pumpkin ale with your brother, you ask, “My wife has some new bras she’s never used. What size is your wife? Could she use them?”

Your brother laughs, “No way your wife’s bras would fit. My wife’s boobs are so much bigger.”

“Oh I couldn’t tell. How big?”

“Triple D or something. I don’t know how bras work.”

Holy shit. They looked big in the bra, but your mind can’t comprehend the size. Your wife fills out a B cup when she’s engorged with breast milk, and that’s huge for her. You congratulate your brother, “You hit the jackpot, man.”

He shrugs and takes a drink of her beer, “I’m more of an ass guy.”

Your brother doesn’t appreciate what he has. Such a waste. Too bad you guys can’t switch wives. He’d love your wife’s thick ass, and you’d treat those huge titties with reverence.

You make it through a long Thanksgiving day. Everyone is stuffed and happy. Your wife’s good mood has lasted all day. She’s even whispered in your ear that she won’t mind if you wake her up again tonight.

You crawl into bed with your wife. This time when your brother and sister-in-law join you in bed, she slides up next to you in the middle of the bed. She smiles, “Hope you don’t mind if I sleep next to you. I almost fell off last night. The bed was rocking.”

She gives you a little wink and you swear you feel her hand graze your leg.

Just that touch gets your blood flowing to your cock. Knowing that huge tits are so close to you. You pretend to fall asleep. Now you’re wishing for your brother to have sex in the same bed as you.