“This is much more Architectural Digest than some porn movie,” Becca thought. There was a fully stocked bar, a menu for some food, and a bottle of...champagne in a bucket of ice along with two flutes.Becca undressed and opened the closet. She decided to make a semi-safe choice rather than anything extreme to meet this man, so black lace bra and panties. The bra was a demi and barely covered the bottom half of her breasts. The underwire lifted them so that they swelled and her areolae showed above. "I'm so sorry, I talked your head off and we just kept drinking, I'm so sorry!" She kept repeating. "Look, I live like 3 blocks from here, let's get your stuff out of the car, you can take a shower and get changed at my place then after the buzz has worn off, I'll take you back to your car for the night." "Ok, thank you!!" she jumped for joy from the buzz and the attention she was being given. He didn't mind, as she jumped her big tits just bounced all over the place, barely being contained in. As I rose up, Mark's hand slid from my back, across my side and onto my breast. His hand lingered momentarily and gently squeezed my boob. A soft groan involuntarily escaped my parted lips when I felt his caress.The next thing I knew, I was making my way back to my room and my husband. My fingers were already in my sopping cunt as I entered the room. I intentionally left our bedroom door open slightly. I wanted my son to hear his mommy fucking and hopefully find a way to watch. I think James. She thought about it for a minute and then peeled off her crop top, leaving her spectacular tits on full display. She pushed out her chest in Dave’s direction obviously expecting some praise and adoration.With great willpower, Dave glanced at her chest and said unemotionally, “Oh, they’re fine – average, I’d say.”“SHIT! AVERAGE? WHAT THE FUCK!” Neither Cord nor Dave could tell if her sudden anger was real or pretend.Cord started laughing and finally couldn’t contain himself. He soon had tears.