Steve will cover Amy's breasts

Steve chuckled, this was almost too easy, "You can answer the door and I'll protect your modesty."

Amy looked confused, "How?" Amy asked innocently, "You mean like hiding behind me?"

"Yeah. You need to take your top off and I'll cover your breasts with my hands." Steve said, holding his breath. Surely she wasn't this dumb.

Amy gasped, "Oh!" Amy considered this. "But Steve, won't your hands be cold?" Amy asked, genuinely concerned.

Steve blinked. He couldn't believe his luck. He hid a smirk with a cough. "Don't worry Amy, my hands are warm." Steve reassured her, stepping closer. "Trust me."

The knocking intensified.

Amy panicked, "Okay!" Amy frantically pulled her wet tank top over her head, tossing it aside. She stood before Steve completely topless, arms instinctively moving to cover herself again.

Steve stood in front of Amy, taking it all in. She was perfect. She was slim, yet her breasts were large. Her abs were pronounced, heaving with each breath. Her entire body was shiny, enveloped in a thin film of sweat. Ecstatic, Steve waddled behind Amy and cupped her cool, perky breasts, her hard nipples poking into Steve's callused hands. Together, a trusting Amy and a pleased Steve approached the door.

Amy opened the door to her husband, a surprised John.

Amy smiled nervously, "John! You're home!" Amy tried to keep her arms down, Steve's hands covering her breasts.

"Amy, what took you-" John froze, taking the view in. "Steve? Wh-what are you doing?"

Amy frowned, "Steve's protecting my modesty!" Amy explained, oblivious to John's horror.

Steve squeezed Amy's breasts subtly, feeling her nipples harden against his palms. "Just helping out, John."

John's face twisted in rage, "Protecting her modesty? With your hands on her tits?" John stepped forward, fists clenched.

"Are you accusing me of something?!" Steve feigned a faux look of horror. "Are you saying that Amy is not worthy of protection? Are you saying that I should just let a random man see her breasts?"

Amy gasped, "John! Steve's right! He's protecting me!" Amy nodded frantically, her breasts bouncing slightly in Steve's grip. "He's such a gentleman!"

"Yeah! Why are you so against protecting your woman?! Are you not a real man?" Steve was enjoying this. In his hands, he gave Amy's left breast a squeeze. She didn't seem to notice, but John did, feeling the pit of jealousy grow in his stomach.

"John, please! He's helping us!" Amy pleaded, oblivious to the tension. "Can't you be a real man for once?"

"Exactly! Why are you acting like such a beta?" Steve sneered. "What kind of husband doesn't protect his wife?" Steve gave Amy's nipple a pinch. She gasped softly, mistaking it for surprise at John's behavior.

John's face flushed crimson with rage but he knew he couldn't do anything. His wife was simply too gullible and Steve was too cunning. The best John could do was de-escalate the situation. He sighed, defeated.

"Fine... Whatever." John mumbled, stepping aside. "Let's just get you some clothes."

"That's better!" Steve smirked triumphantly. "Now, Amy, just like a real man, I'll keep protecting you until you're safely changed." Steve's hands lingered on her breasts.

"But remember, I don't have any clothes right now, Steve." Amy reminded him.

"Oh, I know." Steve grinned. "That's why I'll escort you to the shops." Steve gently pushed Amy forward, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples as they walked through the doorway.

]"Hang on!" John said. "She's my wife, shouldn't I go with her?"

"No John!" Amy protested. "Steve's protecting me. You're just being jealous like always!" Amy shook her head, causing Steve's hands to jiggle her breasts.

Steve smirked, "Don't worry John. Unlike you, I'm a real man, I can take care of your wife." John could feel his control of his wife withering away.

Amy turned to Steve, "Steve, you're such a gentleman!" Amy smiled innocently. "Unlike John."

"Please, at least let her wear her tank top!" John plead, following the duo with the wet top in his hands.

"No John! It's wet!" Amy protested.

"Let's go." Steve ordered. John followed, jealous.