Monica gets the drunkest

Monica is first in line for another tequila shot, which is surprising. Usually she doesn’t drink this much. Her cheeks are flush from the ****. I look down at her pale freckled cleavage, and see that’s it’s turning red from the sun.

I tell her, “I think you need some more sunscreen.”

She squirts some into her hands and rubs it into the soft mounds of her breasts. Even I have trouble not staring directly, and I’ve seen my wife’s tits thousands of time. The other men stare and salivate. Monica notices the attention and asks, “Do you need I need to put some on my butt too?”

She turns around, and pulls the sides of her swimsuit bottom up her crack, showing off her thick pale ass cheeks. Zach and Nick give her a hand, and each rub lotion on each of her big cheeks.

Courtney seems to get jealous of the attention my wife is getting. She loudly asks Joey, “Can you take a picture for my Instagram story?”

She sits of the edge of the boat, posing seductively in her sunglasses and bikini, her tan legs and large breasts prominent. She actually likes the first picture Joey takes. I’m shocked. I thought it would require at least a few more times.

Nick bluntly asks, “How many followers have your new boobs gotten you?”

Courtney laughs, “A ton. Way more women than men surprisingly. They love my stay-at-home mom stuff. They can’t know about this side of my life.” She winks, and asks Monica to pass her the sunscreen.

Courtney takes off her bikini top. Everyone turns and watches as she rubs lotion on her big round boobs.

Nick says, “Holy shit Courtney! Those look amazing! What size did you get?”

“It wasn’t about size,” Courtney says. “The girls needed some TLC after five kids. I basically did it for the lift. I’m now a 34G.”

Joey says, “You’ll get way more followers if I take a picture now.”

Courtney laughs, and then chats it up while topless. The sun beams down on her big full tits. Her areola are wide light brown circles. It is obvious they aren’t natural because of how perky and large they are, but I can’t see any scarring. I notice her tits are pretty tan without much of a tan line from her bikini. I wonder if she has a tanning bed at home.

Monica notices me checking her out, and says, “Pick up your jaw hunny. She’s not into you.” She grabs the bottle and pours another shot of tequila.

Katy turns on some music, and pulls me up to dance. Her petite body spins around me. She teases, “I’m more nimble when I don’t have a human growing inside me.”

While we dance, I notice Zach offer a hand to Monica and stand her up. He tries to salsa dance with her. She just giggles and flirts, rubbing her hands on his chest and arms.

We dance and drink in the sun while cruising around the lake. We forgot to pack food, and are starving. Nick brings us back to the house, and we stumble down the dock back to the house.

There’s a debate what we should do for dinner. Some want to grill and others want to cook pizzas and other greasy food. I’m down for whatever, so I don’t voice an opinion. I grab a water and sit down in the living room.

Monica wanders into the room, still wearing her one piece swimsuit. She heads to the dangling sex swing in the middle of the room. She starts messing with the straps. She puts her arm in one, and tries to hook her leg into another. She asks, “How does this thing work? Is there a manual? YouTube it for me. Ahh fuck it! I’ll figure it out.”

I watch as my thick wife grabs up onto a bar, and pulls herself up to rest her back on a strap. She kicks her leg out, and eventually hooks her foot into a stirrup. She cheers, “Hell yeah! Im a fucking champ!”

Nick walks into the room, and sees my wife hanging in the sex swing, looking at the ceiling. Her thick pale thighs spread wide, her big ass hanging out of her swimsuit. He says, “That’s fucking hot.”

Monica tilts her head up, and smiles at him. She asks, “Want to help me break it in?”