Yes -Blink

Samuel shifted his grip. He pushed her hips flush against him and dug his thumbs deeper into the soft sides of her breasts.

"Big breasts like these always sag once the fabric comes off," Samuel stated casually. He squeezed her left breast, watching the fabric pull tight against her nipple. "Martha's did. It's just a natural fact of life for heavy women. Marcus is probably just being a good husband and telling you what you want to hear."

"He is not!" Amelia gasped, standing right between his spread knees. A rush of feminine pride flushed her cheeks. She was incredibly proud of her body. "They do not sag, Samuel. They are perfectly round. I exercise daily."

"Words are just words, angel," Samuel chuckled. He pinched her nipple right through the thin cotton.

Amelia let out a sharp, breathy moan. A hot, wet pulse throbbed directly between her thighs.

"Shh... You don't want to alert Liam right?..." Amelia nodded her head with a little sway. Her mind feeling emptier than usual. Her husband Marcus was working a 12-hour shift to sustain them. Her son Liam was probably playing in his room, right across the hallway. And here she was, getting fondled by a man 20 years over her age. Trying to convince him she had a young and tight body.

"Does Marcus pinch them like this?" Samuel asked softly. He kept his eyes locked on hers, completely normalizing the highly erotic touch. "Or is he rougher?"

"He... he is a little bit rougher," Amelia stammered, speaking as if she was talking about her garden flowers. She leaned her weight into Samuel's hands. "But he loves how they look. I promise you, they don't sag at all."

"An old mechanic like me needs visual proof to believe a claim like that," Samuel teased. He dropped his hands from her chest, leaning back on the mattress with a skeptical sigh. "But I suppose I'll just have to take your word for it."

Amelia pouted. The sudden loss of his warm, wrinkled hands left her skin craving his touch. Her naive, competitive nature and something unusual about today completely overrode her modesty. She wanted to prove the sweet old man wrong. She wanted to show him that her husband was right to praise her.

"I will prove it to you," Amelia whispered proudly.

She reached up to her shoulders. Her delicate fingers slipped the thin straps of her floral sundress down her arms. She shimmied the fabric past her collarbones, and the top half of the dress pooled around her waist.

Her massive, bare breasts spilled out into the cool bedroom air.

They were breathtaking. Two heavy, perfectly round globes of pale, flawless flesh. They bounced slightly as she moved, settling proudly against her ribcage with just a natural bell shaped weight. Her large, rosy pink nipples instantly puckered tight under Samuel's burning gaze.

Samuel actually lost his breath for a second. He stared at her naked chest, his mouth going dry. *My god this bitch sure has some huge fun bags!*

Even he didn't think that this synthetic aphrodisiac pheromone would result in such an instantaneous effect. *Frank promised it was an odorless relaxant, just enough to melt her inhibitions.* He had dabbed some of it on his hands before coming here, thinking he'll just make her open up a little more towards himself. But this-

This effect definitely had something to do with Amelia's natural air-headedness.

"See?" Amelia smiled, tilting her head playfully. She pushed her chest out just a fraction. "Perfectly round."

"Sweet Jesus," Samuel breathed out. His slow voice vibrated with lust. "You win, Amelia. You win completely."

He reached out. His large, rough, dark hands cupped her bare white flesh. The contrast of his wrinkled fingers against her incredibly soft skin sent a violent shiver down Amelia's spine.

He squeezed her naked breasts firmly. He pushed the heavy mounds together, creating a deep, plush valley of cleavage.

"They are magnificent," Samuel murmured. He brushed his thumbs directly across her stiff, bare nipples. "And so heavy. Martha's were beautiful, but yours... yours belong in a museum, Amelia."

Having this older, experienced man praise her naked body felt incredibly validating.

"Thank you, Samuel," she whispered sweetly.

Samuel kept kneading her bare flesh. He slid his left hand down her back, slipping his fingers right beneath the waistband of her panties to squeeze her bare ass cheek. Watching her toes curl on the floor involuntarily.

He was completely crossing every line of a marriage, right in her husband's bed. And the beautiful, clueless wife was just smiling, perfectly happy to let him do it. Heck, she was thanking him for it. He would never let this go.