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Virginia managed to ease Thomas over onto his side to examine the sticky protrusion. It was already losing its rigidity. Paper towels were at hand on the side of the couch, which she used to wipe away the evidence. She did this with great care, taking careful note of the details of his softening phallus.

In doing this, Virginia's bust was brought deliberately close to Thomas's face, prompting him to unbuttoned her overall and blouse without any protest from her. The brassiere had a front fastening which Thomas unhooked without difficulty, allowing her plentiful breasts to spring into view.

Virginia's magnificent orbs confronted him, his eyes popping out of their sockets from sheer astonishment. She knew what effect her breasts had on all who saw them. Thomas was no exception. He was mesmerized by their abundance, and, in particular, with the enormous crowns of pinky-brown, heavily goose-pimpled nipples, the size of large saucers, tipped with a prune-like teat.

Men were usually rendered speechless by their sheer ostentation. The nipples were already swollen with sexual arousal. Thomas had seen nothing like these breasts before. He stared with disbelief as the ridges of the nipple smoothed themselves out as it inflated, until it resembled a large grape.

"There," Virginia said, with some pride, "I think you've taken enough liberties for one day. Come back in the morning if your stiffness still troubles you." She stood up, scooped her breasts back into the brassiere and fastened her blouse, giving him a big cheerful smile. Her loins were moist, aching with her own lust, but she knew that the boss wouldn't rest until he'd feasted his eyes on her glorious orbs again. Patience!

And so it proved. They became lovers. Thomas became a prisoner to those dominating breasts. She would flaunt them in front of his face, bounce them up and down, trap his face between them, and push the ample nipples into his open mouth.

Thomas found Virginia to be a resourceful and inventive lover. She would squeeze his erection between her magnificent orbs, mould them round his shaft and slowly lift them up until the penis disappeared and push them down until the head re-appeared from the deep cleavage, already wet with his involuntary emission, She increased the movement of the breasts until the friction brought Thomas to a gasping climax, his sperm spurting over her neck and dribbling over the tops of her breasts. She would scoop it up with her fingers and suck them clean.

Thomas would reciprocate by pushing his face into her hot, fleshy groin, sniffing her musty sex. Virginia would moan loudly whilst he sucked hungrily at her with his tongue, as though her fleshy vulva was a soft, juicy peach. She would reach a noisy orgasm, gasping for breath, with convulsive thighs and lurching groin. This would encourage him to push his erect shaft deep into her sloppy, wet flesh.

When Virginia discovered that Thomas enjoyed mild spanking she entered into the activity with relish. After teasing him with her naked bouncing breasts, making him chase her round the room, Thomas would force her to the floor to enter her roughly from behind, thudding his shaft into her until she reached a screaming climax. She would then roll away and admonish him.

"You've been a naughty boy. You shouldn't fuck ladies from behind like that. I'm going to spank you. Bend over!"

And Thomas would bend over the arm of the chair obediently, allowing Virginia to pull down his underpants if he still had them on. Using a flat wooden ruler, she would slap his bottom with increasingly hard smacks until the cheeks glowed a blotchy red. At the same time, she would reach round his waist, take hold of his rock-hard cock, pumping it up and down in rhythm to the strokes until he ejaculated into a towel spread over the arm of the chair.

At other times, Virginia would make him lie on his back, on a rubber sheet spread on the floor, where she would squat over his face, rubbing her sloppy genitals over his nose and lips, whilst slapping his thighs and pulling at his stiff penis. As he started to jerk, Virginia would open her bladder and pee over his face, into his mouth. This would trigger off a mighty climax with several jets of sperm which she directed over her dangling breasts.

Or she would dribble a spoonful of clear honey over the tip of his erection, allowing it to trickle down the shaft before massaging it with both hands into the whole column. When he came, Virginia held the palm of her hand over the head so that the sperm became mingled with the honey. She would then lick away the sweet, sticky mixture with relish.

Thomas became a regular visitor to Virginia's flat and, eventually, after he separated from his wife, Virginia and he lived together. After his wife divorced him, they finally married. Thomas's work then took him to London where they rented a small flat. But, in spite of her outgoing personality and interest in sexual freedom for women, Virginia was unusually shy with strangers.

This didn't prevent her speculating to herself about the shape and texture of the men's genitals, but she could only relax properly with people after she had got to know them well. When she did, Virginia would talk and behave in an openly provocative manner. For these visitors she enjoyed wearing diaphanous blouses and lace brassieres so that the dark shadow of her expansive, luscious nipples could be seen.

Since going topless was fairly common in those days, it was possible on hot days to ogle girls sporting their bare breasts. The sale of dark glasses soared as many men, both old and young, wore them so that they could indulge themselves without appearing to stare.

Thomas had a malicious interest in watching the reactions of his colleagues whilst Virginia, convincing herself she was unconscious of her actions, teased them with a glimpse of her globes before drawing her cardigan together. As the evening wore on, her natural reticence overcome with sufficient alcohol, she would remove her cardigan and unfasten the top two buttons of her blouse with the excuse of being too hot - she always turned up the thermostat beforehand for that very reason - encouraging the men to take off their jackets.

Much laughter, with a friendly grip of the men's thighs, as she hooted shamelessly at risque stories, would often stir their manhood into involuntary movement. Virginia watched for these telltale signs. Thomas enjoyed her promiscuous behaviour, encouraging her in these activities to enhance her sexual fantasies, which she would later put to good use during their lovemaking later that evening in bed.

This gave Thomas extra stimulation knowing that his wife was imagining that she was sucking some imaginary stiff phallus or being penetrated by her latest make-believe paramour. Thomas would talk to her quietly and provocatively about the fantasy she was enjoying, describing the shape and size of the latest colleague's genitals. This stimulated her imagination even further and gave added intensity to her orgasms.

They experimented with Karma Sutra and sent away for mail order sex toys. Virginia took up photography as a hobby, rigging up a dark room to develop and print photographs. Together, they photographed Virginia in erotic poses and, using the delay mechanism, both of them in lewd positions. Virginia was keen to experience whatever sexual activities she could, with a threesome her favourite ambition.