Getting intimate, while thinking about something even bigger

As Charlie continued to grind his massive erection against Lily's aching core, she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to Emma once again. The way her friend had strutted around, flaunting her impossible curves and giant cock without a hint of shame or self-consciousness - it was almost hypnotic.

Lost in thought, Lily barely registered when Charlie suddenly pulled away from her, leaving her feeling cold and empty. She blinked up at him, confusion etched across her face.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and serious. "I've been thinking..."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Well, I know you've always been a little self-conscious about your breasts. And after seeing Emma tonight...I just thought maybe we could talk about getting you some more work done."

Lily felt a surge of irritation at his words, mixed with a strange sense of intrigue. "What do you mean, 'more' work done?" she demanded, crossing her arms under her chest and pushing up her perky round enhanced tits defensively. "I know its hard to get Emma's tits out of your mind, but if you look at these girls, you'll remember I had them done just for you..."

"I know, I know," Charlie said quickly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "But baby, those are nothing compared to what Emma has going on. I'm talking like, you should get double D's at least. Maybe even triple."

Lily's mouth fell open slightly at the suggestion, a thousand conflicting emotions rushing through her. On one hand, the idea of going under the knife again filled her with dread - the recovery time, the pain, the expense... well, not that the expense really mattered...

But on the other hand, she couldn't deny the pull of wanting to be more like Emma. And to please her husband. To have curves that would make heads turn, breasts that would make men drool, a body that would be the envy of every woman in the room.

"It's just...I don't know," Lily hedged, biting her lower lip as she considered the possibility. "And even if I did decide to get bigger implants, there's no way they'd look as good or come close to what Emma has. Seriously, do you remember her comments about everything being 'natural'?. Do you know what she meant by that? I mean there is no way those tits and that cock were the result of anything other than plastic surgery...right?"

Charlie smiled wickedly at Lily's question, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms away from her chest and pinning them above her head against the door.

"I have no idea of what Emma meant," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "But her tits.. Yes, they are something special. Something unique. So much more than your tiny titties."

He leaned in close, his fingers flicking over the thin fabric of her skimpy dress against the sensitive erect nipples of her braless chest his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he spoke. "And you know what? I think you deserve to be special too. To have a body that drives men wild, that makes women green with envy."

Lily shivered at his words, a thrill running down her spine. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the hardness of his erection pressing insistently against her thigh.

"Charlie..." she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't know if I can handle more surgery. The last time was so painful..."

"I know baby," Charlie murmured, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. "But just imagine how good it will feel when it's over. How amazing you'll look. How much pleasure you'll be able to give me... And I want a wife, that can take my big cock between her tits. You want to make me happy, don't you? You want me to be able to fuck your tits? For me to use you in any and every way I want, right honey?"

He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, grinding his massive cock against her clothed slit. Lily gasped at the sensation, her head falling back against the door as she arched into him.

"Please Charlie," she whimpered, her body starting to tremble with need. "I want you so badly. I need you inside me."

Charlie chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to grab her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh roughly, pulling her hips flush against his own. "Not yet, baby girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "First, we need to talk about those implants. Triple D's. At least. Nice and big. It's not like I'm asking you to get giant beachball sized orbs like Emma'"

Lily moaned, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined having breasts even larger. Even more perfect. She could already picture how they would bounce and sway with every movement, how they would overflow in any clothes she posessed. And how she could finally give her husband a proper titfuck. Her own breasts were currently just too small for the size of his wonderful cock, despite her getting an enhancement already. She was torn. Torn, not wanting anyone to know what kind of a woman she was, for wanting to be fuckable and look sexy, just to please a man. And torn between enjoying it. Enjoying being fuckable and sexy. Being able to give and receive pleasure.