On Sunday, the tension grew. They went about their day, trying to act normal, but the unspoken conversation of the night before hovered in the air between them. Tommy couldn’t focus on anything but what she might wear to work on Monday. He had been thrilled at the idea of her dressing more provocatively, but now that it was a reality, he felt a twinge of fear. What if someone else saw her the way he had? What if they tried to take what was his?

By Monday, Mary noticed his unease and decided to put his mind at ease. She picked out an elegant blouse that hinted at her new curves without being overtly sexual. The buttons were strategically placed so that her cleavage was visible but not overwhelming. "What do you think?" she asked, spinning around in the bedroom.

Tommy couldn't take his eyes off of her. "You look...amazing," he finally managed to say. The blouse clung to her in a way that made her breasts look even bigger than they were. He knew she was trying to be considerate, but the effort was wasted. Big boobs were big boobs.

Mary saw the hunger in his eyes and felt a thrill of power. "Thank you," she said with a coy smile, adjusting her bra strap. "I want to look professional."

Later that day, Tommy hurried home from work, anxious to hear about her day. He couldn't wait to hear about the reactions she had gotten at work. "Did anyone...you know, say anything?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Mary looked at him with a knowing smile. "As a matter of fact, they did," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Dr. Castellanos couldn't keep his eyes off of me. And Mr. Jenkins, the office manager, kept accidentally brushing against me in the hallway." Tommy felt his cock twitch at the thought of other men noticing his wife's new assets. It was a strange mix of pride and jealousy, but he couldn't deny that it was turning him on. "Dr. Castellanos said I am due for a follow-up appointment and to make it easier for me, he would do it on my lunch break. I thought that was super nice."

Tommy felt a knot form in his stomach. He had never been the type to share, but the thought of her being ogled by other men was oddly arousing. "Can I come with you?" he blurted out, his voice betraying his nerves. "To the appointment, I mean. Just to support you."

Mary looked at him with smile. "That's sweet of you, but I'll be fine," she assured him. "You have that big meeting with the Smiths tomorrow, don't you?"

Tommy nodded, his mind racing. The idea of her being alone with Dr. Castellanos made him feel both anxious and excited. "Okay," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But promise me you'll tell me everything when you get home."

Mary leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Everything," she whispered, her hand sliding down to give his cock a gentle squeeze. "Though I am sure it is innocent."

On Tuesday, Mary went to work, her heart racing as she thought about her lunch appointment. Tommy had picked her out a top that was neck high, but very tight.  The surgery had been a three weeks ago, and she hadn’t seen Dr. Castellanos since her the surgery. The other follow-ups were done by a female PA in the office. Mary felt a strange anticipation as she walked from her desk in the back office to the front of the surgical center, her new breasts bouncing with every step. As she approached the reception desk, the young male intern who had been ogling her since her first visit looked up, his eyes widening. "Oh, Mrs. Jenkins," he stammered, his cheeks reddening. "Dr. Castellanos is waiting for you."

Mary felt a thrill of excitement as she followed the intern back to the exam room. The thought of the doctor seeing her in this new light, the power she had over these men, was intoxicating. When she walked into the room, Dr. Castellanos looked up from his clipboard, his eyes traveling over her body before finally meeting hers. "Ah, you look fantastic," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "The recovery has gone well, I see."

The intern fumbled with the blood pressure cuff, his hands shaking slightly as he wrapped it around her arm. His eyes kept straying to her chest, and she couldn't help but enjoy the way he struggled to keep his composure. When he finally left the room, she found herself alone with the doctor. She knew this was against policy and realized the nurses must be at lunch.  The silence was thick, charged with an unspoken tension that made her heart race. She watched as he approached her, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Your husband must be thrilled," he said, his voice low and warm.

"He is," she replied, her voice a little shaky. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of him seeing her breasts again. "But it's not just for him," she added quickly, her cheeks flushing. "It was for me, too."

Dr. Castellanos nodded, his gaze never leaving her chest. "I can understand that," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Sometimes we all need a little...boost in confidence. Please, remove your top and bra."

Mary's pulse quickened as she did as she was told, the cool air of the room making her nipples harden. The doctor's eyes roamed over her, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of her new breasts. "They look perfect," he murmured, his eyes meeting hers. "Absolutely perfect."

Mary felt a rush of validation at his words, the same thrill she had felt in the fitting room at the mall. "Do you think they look too big?" she asked, unable to resist the urge to seek his approval. She had been worried that the size might be overwhelming for her petite frame.

"The porn industry has made a mint off the truth that bigger is better. I LOVE how you look," he said with a smile, stepping closer, but not touching her yet.

Mary was surprised by his reference to porn. She had never thought of herself in that context before, but now, standing here in front of the doctor, topless, with her overly enhance breasts bare to his sight, she couldn’t help but feel a little dirty.

"Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks hot with a blush. She watched as he approached her, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. His touch was professional, but there was an underlying heat that made her knees weak. He squeezed gently, softly mauling them, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation.

"How do they feel?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "Are they still sensitive from the surgery?"

Mary took a deep breath, the sensation of his hands on her new breasts was something she had never experienced before. "They're a bit tender, but I can feel everything," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. The way he was looking at her made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

"And your arousal response," he asked, rolling her nipples now.

Mary’s breath hitched. "They're...they're very sensitive," she managed to say, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

"I see they are very erect. Is that common now, or only when aroused?" he asked, alluding to her arousal.

Mary felt a rush of wetness between her legs. "They're...they're definitely more sensitive," she admitted, her voice breathy. She could feel her nipples hardening further under his touch, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

"Does this cause any discomfort?" he asked and she wasn't sure if she meant pain from surgery or embarrassment at one of her bosses toying with her nipples so openly.

"No, it feels good," she murmured, her body responding to his touch despite the setting.

"I can stop now, or continue, just say the word, Mary." Mary was again unsure if he was asking about a pain response or asking permission to keep playing with her breasts.

Mary took a deep breath and whispered, "Keep going." She felt a strange thrill at the idea of playing along. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't resist the power he had over her.

Dr. Castellanos's smile grew broader as he continued to massage her breasts, his thumbs circling her areola before pinching her nipples lightly. "Your husband is a very lucky man," he said, his voice thick with desire. "These are the kind of breasts a man dreams of." He paused before continuing, "Just a reminder, to keep the tissue from becoming hard and artificial looking, massaging them regularly is important. Has that been happening?"

Mary bit her lower lip, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

"Your husband? Or maybe someone else?" he asked with a conspirator smile.

Mary felt a jolt of excitement at his question. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing along with his game.

"Well," Dr. Castellanos said, his thumbs still circling her nipples, "with breasts as beautiful as these, it's only natural for other men to... admire them. And perhaps even want to touch them. Has anyone else had the pleasure of feeling them?" His voice was smooth, like honey, and she could feel his arousal growing stronger with each word.

Mary felt a strange mix of excitement and guilt. Tommy had always been her only lover, but the thought of another man touching her was something she had never considered before. "No," she whispered, her eyes flicking down to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his erection pressing against his white coat. "It's only been Tommy," she paused. "And now you."

Continuing to grope her new breasts, Dr. Castellanos asked, "And when they are touched, like this, does it feel good?"

Mary’s cheeks burned red with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "Yes, it feels very good," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Where exactly do you feel that pleasure, Mary?" She noticed he was slowly lowering his upper body, eye level with her breasts now.

Mary swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Everywhere," she breathed, the sensation spreading from her chest to her core.

"Be more specific, please," he insisted.

Mary felt a shiver run through her as his breath ghosted over her nipple. "There," she whispered, her voice shaky. Then, whispering so softly he almost couldn't hear her, "And between my legs."

Dr. Castellanos's eyes lit up with interest at her admission. "Here?" he asked, his hand barely cupping her pussy over her slacks. "Your husband must enjoy that," he said, his voice thick with innuendo.

Mary felt a jolt of excitement and fear at his touch. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "He does." She was surprised by her own willingness to discuss such intimate details with him, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist.

His fingers pressed slightly against her. "Have you noticed any changes in your sex life with him?"

Mary’s cheeks grew even hotter, but she couldn’t help but nod. "Yes," she murmured, her voice tight. "He is much friskier, I guess we both are."

Dr. Castellanos nodded thoughtfully. "That's quite common after a procedure like this," he said. "A newfound confidence can lead to a more exciting love life. It's only natural for both of you to explore these new... dimensions." He paused, his gaze intense. "But I want to make sure you're fully informed about your body's changes. Sometimes, these changes can lead to...unexpected opportunities. Have you found your fantasies to have changed at all?" His hand was still cupping her, his finger pushing into her slit.

Mary's mind raced back to the pillow talks she and Tommy had shared, his voice thick with desire as he spoke of the men who would want her now. She had always brushed it off as harmless fantasy, but here she was, feeling the reality of that desire in the doctor's touch. She swallowed hard. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's just talk between me and Tommy."

The doctor nodded, his hands moving back to her breasts with a gentle squeeze. "It's completely natural for your sex life to evolve after such a transformation," he said, his voice soothing. "Many women find themselves feeling more...adventurous." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "But it's important to communicate with your partner, to ensure that any changes are mutually agreeable."

With that said, he took his hands away. It was only then that Mary realized he didn’t wear gloves. The intimacy of the bare-skin contact sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if this breach of protocol was intentional. But she was too lost in the moment to question it.

"I would like to see you again after the weekend.  There is some hardness here still that I want to make sure is getting massaged out," he said with a smile. In a moment that seemed odd, he picked up her bra, his thumb rubbing the material for a moment before handing it to her. "Should we plan on doing it during lunch again? I like how that worked out."

Mary nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for her bra and blouse. "Yes, that's fine," she said, her voice still shaky from the encounter. As she redressed, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and guilt. She had never been touched so intimately by another man, not even during her annual check-ups. And while she wanted to convince herself it was normal, she was surprised to realize how wet she was.

The rest of the workday was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the doctor's touch and the way it had made her feel. When she finally arrived home, Mark was anxiously waiting for her, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "How was the appointment?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"It was...interesting," she replied, her voice still a little shaky. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the memory of Dr. Castellanos's hands on her. "He said the recovery is going well," she added, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Tommy looked at her with a knowing smile. "But did he have to...you know, look at them? Or just ask questions," he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Mary felt a blush creep up her neck. "Both. He had to examine them," she said, avoiding his gaze. "It's part of the follow-up."

Tommy's smile grew wider. "And what did he say?"

Mary took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "He said they look...amazing," she replied, her voice dropping to a whisper. She could feel the heat from his gaze as he took in her words. "He said that they're...perfect. The best work he has ever done."

Tommy stepped closer to her, his eyes darkening with desire. "And did he...touch them?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Mary nodded, her eyes wide with the memory. "He had to," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It was just a professional exam, but...it felt different."

Tommy's hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. "Different how?" he asked, his voice thick with excitement.

Mary hesitated, her cheeks flaming. "Because it was one of my bosses," she paused before continuing, "and there was no nurse in the room." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Tommy's grip tightened, his eyes darkening with a possessive hunger.

"What do you mean?" he whispered, his hand moving up to cup her cheek. "Did he do something inappropriate?"

"I mean, well, it was lunch hour so the nurses were at lunch. I guess I sorta knew that would be the case, I just didn't think about it."

Tommy's eyes narrowed slightly, but she could see the excitement dancing in them. "What did he do, exactly?"

Mary took a deep breath, her heart racing. "He...touched them," she admitted. "To check the implants, he said."

Tommy's eyes darkened even further, and she could see the bulge in his pants growing. "And did you like it?" he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.

Mary felt a thrill run through her at his question. She had never been one to share details about her doctor's appointments, but with the way he was looking at her, she couldn't help but feel like she had just told him the most erotic story. "It was...different," she admitted, her voice a little breathless. "But, yes, I liked it. It was supposed to feel pleasant. He was checking my sensitivity." She knew she sounded a little defensive.

"And did he say anything else?" Tommy's voice was strained, his hand sliding down to her waist.

Mary felt her breath hitch as she recalled the doctor's words. "He said that...that you're a lucky man," she murmured, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Tommy's smile grew predatory. "Is that all?" His hand slid up to her breast, mimicking the doctor's earlier touch. "I bet he had to control himself not to take it further."

Mary's breath caught in her throat as he began to play with her nipple. "I don't think he was thinking about that," she protested weakly, her body betraying her with its responsive arch.

"Well, I know I would have," Tommy said with a wink. "In fact, I'm thinking about it now." His hand squeezed her breast, his thumb rubbing her sensitive nipple in a way that mirrored the doctor's touch. The thought of Dr. Castellanos watching her with such hunger sent a bolt of excitement through her, making her wetter. "How did he test your - sensitivity? exactly."

Mary felt a blend of excitement and trepidation as she recounted the doctor's examination, the way he had touched her so intimately. She knew that Tommy was getting off on the idea, and she found herself getting lost in the story, adding little details that she had omitted at first. "He...he touched them, like this," she demonstrated, her hand mimicking the doctor's movements. "He said that with breasts as beautiful as these, I'd have to be careful not to let anyone else...enjoy them without your permission."

Tommy whimpered in arousal at her words, his hand moving to his own crotch. "Did he touch you anywhere else?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mary hesitated for a moment before admitting, "When he asked where I felt a response from my nipples being touched, he...he touched the front of my slacks." She felt the heat of his hand through the fabric, and she knew he was referring to her clit. The memory of the doctor's hand there was still vivid in her mind, the way he had pressed down with just the right amount of pressure, making her gasp.

Tommy's hand stilled on her breast, his eyes boring into hers with a mix of anger and desire. "He what?" he hissed, his grip tightening almost painfully.

Mary's heart was racing. She hadn't meant to tell him that part, but the words had slipped out. "It was just a medical exam," she protested, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Just a medical exam," Tommy echoed, his hand sliding down to cover hers, pressing it harder against his erection. "And what did you do when he did that?"

Mary felt a rush of warmth between her legs as she remembered the doctor's fingers. "I...I didn't do anything," she said, her voice barely audible. "I just...let him."

In a voice that sounded sad and angry and impossibly aroused all wrapped up, he blurted out, "You just let your boss rub your pussy through your slacks?'

"It wasn't like that," she said, sounding hurt. But she knew, it kind of was like that.

Tommy quickly apologized, not wanting the moment to slip away. "Ok, I am sorry. What exactly did he do? Why did he put his hand there? How did he touch you?"

Mary took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "He...he said it was part of the exam to make sure everything was functioning properly," she murmured, her hand unconsciously moving to her throbbing clit. "He just...pressed down here," she continued, her voice growing softer as she demonstrated the doctor's touch. "It was...it was surprising."

Tommy's eyes were glued to her hand, his own hand moving to mirror hers. "And you liked it?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Mary nodded, her eyes meeting his with a mix of defiance and arousal. "Yes," she whispered, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over her clit. "It was...exciting."

Tommy's hand stilled on his own erection, his gaze flicking to her face before dropping to her hand. "What if he had opened your slacks?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "Would you have stopped him?"

Mary felt a shiver run through her. "I don't know," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "It was just a...medical exam."

"It would have been so hot if he had opened your pants. I mean, just as part of the exam," Tommy blurted out, his hand moving on his cock again.

Mary felt her pussy throb at the thought. "Well, it was a thorough exam," she said, her voice shaky. She couldn't believe she was admitting this to her husband, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her.

"You said he pressed there. Like how? How did he press?"

Mary's hand paused over her clit, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she remembered the exact sensation. "He like, cupped me there, like he was holding it," she whispered. "And then sort of pushed his finger against my clit while asking some questions."

Tommy's breathing grew more ragged as he listened, his hand mimicking the doctor's actions through his own pants. "What kind of questions?"

Mary's cheeks were on fire now, but she couldn’t stop herself. "He asked if I had noticed any changes in...you know, down there," she murmured, her hand moving faster now. "If anything felt different."

"He knew he was pressing on your clit, didn't he?" Tommy asked with excitement.

Mary's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze. "I-I think so," she stuttered, her hand frozen in place. "It's a common place to check for sensitivity."

"Not like that. He would have never done that with a nurse in the room. No. He was touching your pussy through your slacks, trying to make you wet."

Mary's eyes widened with shock and arousal at Tommy's blunt words. She had never heard him speak like this before, and the raw hunger in his voice was making her even wetter. "It's not like that," she protested weakly, her hand moving faster on her clit.

"I bet he smelled his glove the minute you were out of the room," Tommy said, opening his jeans to pull out his hard cock.

Mary gasped at the image, her hand slipping into her own pants. "Don't say that," she said, but her voice was breathless, her actions betraying her own arousal. "It was a professional exam." She thought again about the fact that the doctor hadn't worn gloves, but didn't want to further enflame Tommy.

"How wet were you, babe?"

Mary's hand paused, her cheeks flaming as she thought about the doctor's finger pressing down on her sensitive flesh. "I...I don't know," she murmured, her voice a whisper of sound. But she did know. She had been wet, wetter than she had ever been before.

"Let me see your panties, babe. I bet they are still wet."

Mary hesitated for a moment before slowly sliding her hand into her slacks, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. When she pulled out her hand, her fingers were indeed glistening with her arousal. Tommy's eyes widened with excitement. "You see? That's what I'm talking about," he murmured.

"But, Tommy," she protested weakly, "it's not like that. He's a doctor."

"Oh yeah? Did he get hard? I bet he did."

Mary's eyes darted to the floor, trying to hide the truth. "I don't know," she lied, "I didn't really look." But the memory of Dr. Castellanos's bulging lab coat was burned into her brain. The way he had leaned over her, his body close, his voice low and soothing – it had all been so...intimate. She had felt the outline of his erection pressing against her side as he worked, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he had enjoyed the exam as much as she had.

Tommy stepped closer, his own desire evident. "It's okay, babe," he said, his voice gentle. "It's all just part of the experience, right?" He took her hand and brought it to his own hard length, showing her that he was just as turned on by the situation. "It's sexy, knowing that other men want you. And knowing that you're mine, that you come home to me at the end of the day."

Mary looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "But what if they do more than just want me?" she asked, her voice a whisper. "What if they touch me?"

"You mean like he did? Didn't you think it was hot? Naked boobs, his hand pressing on your pussy?"

Mary felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her. "It was...exciting," she admitted, her hand still wrapped around Tommy's erection. "But it's not like that."

"But don't you see? We would be ok even if it HAD been like that. Man are going to be attracted to the new you. LOTS of men."

Mary felt a thrill of excitement and fear at his words. "What are you saying?" she whispered.

Tommy's eyes bore into hers, his hand moving to cover hers on his cock. "I'm saying that I want to know every single time a man looks at you, touches you, thinks about you like that. It turns me on so much to think that you could drive anyone crazy with desire. And then come home to me, only me, and let me be the one to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

"You would be ok with other guys touching me? Like the waiter, or my boss?"

"As long as it’s just looking or accidental touches, yes," Tommy said with a feral smile. "But remember, you’re mine. If you let anyone else touch you, it’s because you want me to watch. Or because it turns you on, knowing that you’re coming home to me. Just please tell me every detail."

Mary's eyes widened at the thought, and she felt a strange thrill at the idea of sharing her experiences with her husband. "But what if they do more than look?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. "What if...what if someone tries to do more?"

Tommy's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with desire. "I don't know. Cross that bridge when it happens. But I promise you, we will be ok."

Their sex that night was slower, more intense. Mary felt closer to Tommy after telling him about her day. She felt like Tommy was going slow, making love to her. In reality, Tommy was doing everything he could to NOT cum and end the sexual high he was feeling. He was impossibly aroused by the way things were working out with his wife after her implants. And while he was afraid of losing her to a better man, he couldn't help picturing her letting more happen. He wanted it!