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(MF, MARRIED, BREAST/PENIS GROWTH, CONS)

THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW...

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I'm lying on the sofa watching Lynn vacuum the carpet.  God, how I love to
watch the way her body moves, even after almost 24 years.  She is, and
always will be, the only women I have loved - in every sense of the word. 
The way her braless breasts move when she pushes that vacuum back and
forth...ahhh, well... 

Hi, my name is Paul.  Before we get on to the story, the real reason you
likely are here, let me fill you in on a little background.  I'll get to
the fun stuff soon enough...trust me! 

Lynn and I met in high school.  She was a junior of 16 and I was a senior
just a few weeks from graduating.  Neither one of us had dated much, but
the second I saw her it was (cliche' warning!!!) "love at first sight." 
At least it was for me.  And I believe she felt the same way. 

Lynn was a bit of a mousey dresser.  Always wore loose bulky sweeters and
eyeglasses to school.  She was raised in a very strict home, but so had I. 
I saw the potential of a real looker, but beauty goes much deeper than
looks alone.  She was smart and fun to be with. 

We dated for several months before I got the chance to see what was under
all those loose clothes.  And, believe me, it was well worth the wait! 
Lynn explained to me that she had been an early bloomer, and at 5' 7", had
developed into a 36" B cup by 7th grade junior high school. 

That fateful summer evening when she trusted me enough to share herself
with me, I was blessed to be the first to explore her full 36" C+ cup
figure with firm breasts and pinkie sized nipples.  As a confirmed breast
man, I was in heaven! 

I, myself, was average enough at 5' 10", average weight with dark hair and
mustache.  My cock was average too, at 6" erect.  Although, as a "grower",
I was only 3" flaccid.  Working in a dairy store and lifting crates of
milk all day I had a pleasant, but not overdone, muscle tone.  Well,
enough about me. 

We dated for 3 years and never went beyond third base (honest, I said you
could trust me).  Meanwhile, I had gone to school and Lynn worked in an
office.  My junior year, we were married - bought a house - the whole
domestic thing. 

When we first got married, and not wanting to have kids right away, Lynn
went on the pill.  Sometimes the pill does wonderful things to a woman's
body, and Lynn was one of the lucky ones (or lucky for me).  Because
within a matter of a few months, Lynn had gained several pounds - all in
her breasts.  They had expanded to a 36" D cup, while the rest of her
stayed the same svelte 36-24-36 figure.  At least I have always assumed
that it was the pill, although at 20 she was still young enough for it to
have been a final growth spurt. 

A year later, after mutually deciding it was time to start a family, Lynn
stopped taking the pill and almost immediately got pregnant.  And I can
tell you now that she was one sexy pregnant lady!  Especially after her
breasts quickly inflated to the 36" E range. 

After giving birth, she breastfed our firstborn for almost a year.  Dad
enjoyed breastfeeding too!  The sight of her lactating 36" EE breasts were
always a turnon for me, and sucking on them during sex made me feel like a
kid again. 

Lynn had barely finished breastfeeding the firstborn, when we found out
she was expecting number two.  That was OK with us, as we wanted to have
two children back to back - and then stop. 

Lynn's breasts barely had time to relax as they expanded back to a very
full EE Cup size for the duration of the second pregnancy and another year
of breastfeeding afterward. 

Boy, was I a little disappointed to see Lynn's breasts shrink back to
their prepregnancy size - and, unfortunately a little smaller.  Lynn had
settled in at a 36" C size, and a hung down a little lower than
originally. 

We both got on an exercise kick (I had let myself go a little too) and
firmed up.  Lynn managed to trim her tummy and breasts back into great
bed-wrestling form, firm and fit.  But we did not have as much time to
ourselves as before the boys were born. 

So that brings you all up to date, it is now over 17 years later and both
our kids are off to college most of the year now.  I'm a senior manager at
a large firm and Lynn is teaching school full time now. 

After being married 20 years, and both around that magic 40 year old mark,
our sex life exists and we still love each other.  Lynn always accuses me
(and most other men) of having only one thing on my mind. But, when you
only get it once or twice a month, what else is there to think about in
between? 

Now, let me tell you that I have never and would never cheat on my wife
(what, how can you doubt me now?).  But I will admit to admiring beautiful
women and a finely turned ankle (or breast).  But usually my real fantasy
is to turn Lynn back into the amply endowed, firm bodied sex kitten of our
early marriage.  Me, I still hold my own, thank you. Lynn doesn't
entertain the same desires, or so I thought until a few weeks ago - right
after the kids went back to college for fall term.... 

********

Lynn was busy trying to think of costumes for us to wear to a Halloween
Party (God, I hate costume parties).  The theme this year was for couples
to dress as famous couples (how original). 

We had wracked our brains trying to think of ideas.  I wanted us to go as
Judge Ito and Marsha Clark.  Actually I wanted us to go as a much sexier
couple, such as Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers - but Lynn has not liked
showing cleavage, even artificially enhanced, in many years. 

Well, Lynn saw an ad in the local paper for a costume shop that was going
out of business after 90 years in the same family.  She mentioned nothing
to me and decided to stop by the shop one day after work.  The downtown
building was old and, to make matters worse, Lynn was told the costumes
were stored in basement. 

Gamely going down into the dank, dimly lit basement; Lynn found a room
containing hundreds of costumes on hangers and in boxes.  Most of the
costumes looked like period pieces from the early 1900's, but there were
your typical ghost and skeleton costumes too. 

Lynn dug around for over an hour before the elderly lady owner called down
the stairs that they were going to close in 15 minutes.  Lynn was ready to
give up when she literally tripped over a trunk sticking out into the
narrow aisle. 

Opening the small trunk, Lynn found a man's and women's clothes and
several undergarments.  The man's suit was formal and the women's dress
was fancy, like it was made for a high-society madam.  Not knowing exactly
what struck her fancy with the costumes, Lynn made up her mind instantly
that this trunk was just what she was looking for. 

Going upstairs and paying for her purchase ($40 for the works, what a
deal!), she headed home and forgot about her purchase until several days
later. 

Lynn normally got home several hours before I did, so one afternoon she
remembered the trunk and decided to check out the contents more closely. 

In the bright afternoon light cascading through the bedroom windows, Lynn
opened the trunk and began removing the clothing inside. 

The first item out was the dress.  Holding it up she could tell that some
alterations were in order.  The bodice was incredibly large and the waist
was impossibly skinny.  It looked like it was made for Dolly Parton's
"big" sister.  Next out were an ancient women's bustier, pantaloon style
undergarments, stockings and garter belt. 

The man's suit was formal black, with tails.  The pants had shinny silk
stripes up the seams.  And there was a ruffled white shirt and bright blue
cummerbund.  The man's underwear consisted of a v-neck sleeveless silk
tee-shirt and a pair of silk underwear containing the largest sewn-in
jockstrap Lynn had ever seen.  The thought of how well-hung the person
these originally belonged to made Lynn slightly wet just thinking about
it. 

Lynn thought the trunk was empty, but a final look turned up a small white
index card with writing laying on the bottom of the trunk.  The card
contained a recipe for a meal and the top of the card said in bold
handwritten letters, "A DINNER RECIPE FOR A FANCIFUL EVENING TOGETHER FOR
BLOSSOMING LOVERS." 

The card went on to describe recipes for salad, pasta, sauce and desert in
intricate detail.  It even recommended the correct wine to serve with the
meal. 

Lynn had a thought, just going through the trunk's contents was making her
more horny than she had felt in years.  Yes, she decided, she would do it! 
A surprise dinner together and then try on the costumes for size, followed
by the removal of the costumes and an evening of sex.  The thought made
her hornier still, and she was getting wetter by the second. 

That evening, for no apparent reason known to me, Lynn jumped my bones as
soon as I walked in the door and acted like the wanton bride of old that I
once knew.  Little did I know of her other plans. 

********

Lynn spent most of the rest of the week searching out the ingredients for
the dinner.  Some of the required spices, herbs and such were very unusual
and hard to come by.  Most of the meal contents could be found in the
gourmet section at Byerly's, but some could be found only at various
ethnic grocery stores around the city.  But find them all she did. 

Linda got home early Friday afternoon and immediately went to work
preparing the meal.  She labored for over two hours, then set the table
and went upstairs to dress.  She had decided to greet me at the door
wearing the costume dress, and then have me dress in the suit for a formal
dinner. 

Finished bathing, Lynn slipped into the underwear, stockings and garter
belt.  She was feeling hot already.  Sliding the bustier into place and
pulling the drawstrings in the front tightly, Lynn could see that she was
swimming in it.  Taking two handtowels out of the linen closet, Lynn
filled in the empty space below her breasts in an attempt to lift them up
into proper position.  It worked somewhat, although the tops of her
breasts were still barely showing in the huge plunging neckline. 

Slipping the dress on, Lynn had to take a very deep breath to get the
hooks fastened at the waist - but she managed to get them closed. Slipping
on a pair of high heels, she looked in the mirror.  Very presentable, she
looked like Dolly Parton's beautiful younger - but much less endowed -
sister trying on her dress. 

Lynn hurried downstairs and barely got the hot food on the table before I
came up the drive.  She was there to greet me at the door with a glass of
wine and, needless to say, I was surprised.  Never in 20 years of marriage
had either of us done anything like this, and I had an instant hardon. 

Lynn led me upstairs and helped me into my "costume", for which we also
had to use a strategically placed handtowel to properly fill in the empty
spaces.  Laughing, we returned to the dining room for dinner. 

The dinner was excellent, all courses of it.  The unusual flavors were
very arousing and added interesting highlights to the meal.  Finishing the
last of the wine, we were feeling quite stuffed - literally. 

All during dinner, both Lynn and I could tell that the clothes were
becoming increasing uncomfortable.  Must be all that delicious food. Well,
what the heck, we would be working it off later anyway.  As a matter of
fact, both of us had to remove our "stuffing" about halfway through the
meal.  We felt that was much more appropriate for the occasion than
unhooking fasteners - very uncouth! 

After dinner, Lynn led me by the hand up the stairs to our bedroom. The
bed was already unmade and there were two candles on the nightstands which
Lynn lit.  She thought of everything. 

Removing each other clothes was much easier than putting them on and both
of us breathed a sigh of relief at getting them off.  Standing back and
looking at each other in the candlelight, I don't think I remember Lynn
looking more beautiful.  Her trim waist and full breasts brought back
memories of years gone by.  My cock was standing at full attention. 

As we lay on the bed, Lynn turned her ministrations to my cock and balls,
which felt gloriously erect and firm.  Her tongue did miracles as she
sucked me off to almost cuming before I switched positions and lavished
attention on her dripping pussy and firm clit. 

She was letting out little grunts of pleasure as I licked her clit and
tickled my finger lightly over her engorged pussy lips.  She grabbed my
shoulder and motioned me onto my back as she mounted my throbbing prick. 

My all-time favorite position, female superior, allowing full and
controlled penetration by Lynn and my opportunity to massage her breasts
and suck her firm nipples. 

I was pulling gently on her nipples when Lynn asked me to pull hard and
twist her nipples.  Lynn had never asked me to do this before, ever.  I
gripped her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger, and pulled a little
harder - rolling the tips. 

Lynn reacted by increasing the volume and intensity of her groans and
gasps, I had never seen her like this before.  She was whispering how
fantastic it felt for me to stretch her nipples and how it was causing her
to have repeated orgasms like she had never felt before. 

I was extremely turned on and my erection was lasting much longer than it
ever had before.  Lynn's pussy was feeling extremely tight this evening
and she was furiously pumping up and down.  The tip of my cock was feeling
an unknown sensation, like it was bumping into something. But I assumed
that it was my overly sensitized imagination. 

Continuing my nipple tug of war.  I was astonished to discover that Lynn's
nipples looked more erect and fuller than usual.  Must be all the effort I
was putting in.  I could swear that her normally 3/4" long pinkie-sized
nipples were now the size of vienna sausages. 

I decided to switch to a breast massage and received a very favorable
response from Lynn.  She instructed me to grip and knead her breasts like
I was making bread dough.  This would be much rougher than my usual
treatment of her breasts, but she was in the driver's seat. 

I grabbed hold with both hands and noted how full her normally C sized
breasts were tonight.  Must be nearing her time of month, as she often
swelled slightly.  No, these handfuls were more than a little swelling.  I
had not seen a pair of breasts this size on Lynn since she was
breastfeeding. 

Actually, these were larger than that...and seemed to be spilling out the
palms of my hand.  There...I definitely felt something hit the head of my
cock that time.  I was bouncing off of Lynn's cervix. but how could that
be. 

Lynn was now really sliding up and down my shaft with much more vigor than
usual.  Often times during sex she would slide right off the end of my 6"
erect prick, but not tonight.  Looking down, I could see that she was
lifting up almost 12" above my balls before slamming home - and the tip of
my cock was still buried in her pussy.  Come to think of it, my cock looks
much thicker than usual - really pumped up. Ohh...that downstroke broke
through something and now I can feel that something on every plunge. 
Shit, her pussy feels tight and full! 

Returning my thoughts to Lynn's breasts, they are now really growing. They
had surpassed EE Cup size and were now approaching the size of very large
melons.  Lynn asked me to suck and "bite" her nipples.  As I ran my teeth
over her heavily veined aureole and sucked her thumb sized nipples, I was
rewarded with the sweet flavor of mother's milk. 

I sucked for all I was worth for what seemed like an hour as Lynn bucked
and groaned, pleading for me to not stop and to keep up with her. She was
coming several times a minute as her breasts continued their unfettered
expansion to volleyball size. 

I didn't want it to stop, but this was all too much for me to hold back
much longer.  I came once, but Lynn wouldn't let go her tight grip of my
cock.  After less than a minute, I was hard again and held on for 5 more
minutes before I came for a second time. 

Lynn rolled off the top, panting with sexual fulfillment.  I was now able
to see my newly enlarged 15" long partially limp cock and baseball sized
balls.  Looking over at Lynn's basketball sized breasts with their 6"
diameter pink aureole and 2" long nipples, my cock twitched erect again. 

Seeing the activity in my cock, Lynn quickly grabbed it and stuffed at
least 6" of it into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum from it as I
came a third and final time.  I reached over and fingered her nipples,
pooling cascades of milk on the sheets.
********

Well, that is my story.  It happened exactly that way (really).  Lynn and
I both keep the secret recipe to ourselves in case we ever desire a repeat
of what happened that evening several weeks ago.  We haven't dared yet out
of fear of enlarging to a size making it difficult to carry on normal
lives. 

As it is, much of the effect of the dinner remains.  My cock settled down
to a nice 12" length, 2-1/4" across - a manageable size.  Lynn's breasts
ended at a very acceptable 36" GG Cup, although her nipples remained at
the enlarged 2" length.  Well, life's a bitch - but I'll manage. Don't let
anyone ever tell you that anything bigger than a mouthful is wasted. 

As for the costume party, needless to say we filled out the costumes with
no need for padding.  We were the life of the party with every husband in
the room drooling down Lynn's cleavage, and every wife in the room
"accidentally" bumping up against my crotch to see if it were real. 

As for our sex life...excuse me...what's that honey?  Oh, I see! 

You'll have to pardon me.  I have to finish vacuuming the house so Lynn
can cook dinner.  I now do much more work around the house, to free up
time for Lynn and me to...well, you know.  It's hard to break a 20 year
old habit, now that's blossomed into a mutual addiction.  Bye for now... 

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Justal