Mary looked into the mirror, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her year at the surgical center had been both challenging and rewarding. She had learned so much, and the perks of the job had been incredible. The thought of a free cosmetic procedure had been lingering in the back of her mind for months now. Initially, she had been set on a nose job – a minor adjustment she had always felt would bring a sense of symmetry to her face. But Tommy had other ideas.

Her husband, a thin man with a gentle smile, had grown up on a steady diet of comic books and movies, where the leading ladies all had one thing in common: voluptuous chests. As a young boy, he had developed a fascination for women with larger breasts, and while he had never pressured her into changing herself, he couldn’t resist suggesting it now that the opportunity was within reach. "Why not go for a boob job, babe?" he had asked one evening, his voice thick with enthusiasm.

"They're already perfect," she had protested, blushing at the thought. But the more she considered it, the more she found herself warming to the idea.

Tommy’s eyes had lit up like a kid in a candy store at her tentative agreement. "You'll look amazing," he assured her, his hands tracing the curves of her 34C cups with a reverence that made her feel cherished. "And think of the confidence boost!" His excitement was contagious, and soon, Mary found herself daydreaming about what it would be like to have the breasts she had always secretly envied.

The consultation with Dr. Castellanos was professional and thorough. He explained the process of breast augmentation, detailing the various options for implants, and the expected recovery time. Despite her initial reservations, the doctor’s confidence and expertise put her at ease. The images of her potential new look on the computer screen were mesmerizing – her petite frame would be accentuated in ways she had only ever imagined. Dr. Castellanos advised her to go on the bigger side, as many women regret not going big enough after their first surgery.  Not quite realizing the effect it would have on her thin frame, Mary agreed to 350cc to each side, an amount that would unintentionally take to an E cup.

The night before the surgery, Mary lay in bed, her hand resting protectively on her chest. Tommy hovered beside her, his hand mirroring hers. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"I just want you to be happy," she replied with a soft smile, "and if this makes me feel more like the woman of your dreams..." she trailed off, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that melted any remaining doubt. With a nod, they both knew they were ready to embark on this adventure together.

The day of the surgery dawned with a tension in the air. Tommy held her hand tightly as they walked into the gleaming surgical suite. The nurses were kind, their laughter easing the tension as they prepped her for the procedure. As the anesthesia took hold, Mary’s last thought was of the new chapter in their lives that was about to begin.

When she awoke, groggy and sore, she was surrounded by a sea of white. Tommy was there, his handsome face etched with lines of worry and love. He squeezed her hand gently. "How do you feel?" he whispered.

She took a shallow breath and felt the unfamiliar weight of her new body. "Different," she murmured, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But good, I think."

The first few weeks of recovery were a blur of pain meds and awkwardness. Tommy had to help her with every little thing, from buttoning her shirts to lifting her into bed. Despite the discomfort, there was a new intimacy between them. Every time he touched her, his eyes were filled with wonder and desire. He was careful not to hurt her, but his glances grew more lingering, his hands more curious.

As the swelling subsided and the pain lessened, Mary began to see the results of her transformation. She would catch glimpses of herself in the mirror and feel a thrill of excitement. Her breasts were much bigger than she anticipated, round and firm, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to wear any of her old clothes outside of bulky sweatshirts. But, Tommy was thrilled, his eyes never failing to light up when she walked into a room.

One weekend, he took her shopping for new tops. She felt a tug of embarrassment as they approached the mall. The thought of wearing tighter or more revealing tops made her stomach clench, but Tommy was insistent. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he picked out one revealing shirt after another, each one seemingly designed to showcase her enhanced assets. She blushed as he held up a low-cut, red blouse against her chest. "You'd look like a million bucks in this," he murmured, his voice low and hungry.

In the fitting room, she tentatively slipped into the first shirt he had chosen. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, and when she stepped out to show him, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. "Wow," Tommy breathed, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "You're absolutely stunning." Despite her nerves, she felt sexy and powerful. He was right – she had nothing to be ashamed of.

As they continued to shop, his choices grew bolder, each shirt more daring than the last. Lace, sheer fabrics, plunging necklines – he picked them all with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. She found herself giggling with each new outfit, her shyness slowly giving way to a sense of playfulness. She had never known Tommy to be like this.  And by the end of the day, their arms were laden with bags of clothes that she would never have considered before.

The drive home was filled with anticipation. Tommy’s hand rested on her thigh, his thumb tracing little circles that sent shivers up her spine. The car was thick with the scent of new clothes and the promise of what the evening held. As they pulled into the driveway, he turned to her with a mischievous smile. "Ready to show off your new look?" he asked. She nodded, her heart racing. The adventure was just beginning, and she couldn't wait to explore every inch of her new body with the man who had encouraged her to be bold.

Tommy took her to an upscale restaurant that night, the kind of place where the lights were dim and the dress code was strictly enforced. She wore the red blouse he had picked out, the neckline dipping just low enough to show the swell of her new curves. The moment they entered, heads turned. The whispers started – a low murmur that grew louder with each step she took. Tommy leaned in, whispering in her ear, "See, I told you." His eyes danced with amusement as he pointed out the men who couldn't help but stare. She felt a rush of exhilaration and a hint of naughtiness.

The young waiter who greeted them was all smiles and nods, his gaze lingering on her chest a beat too long. Tommy noticed and gave her a knowing wink. "You're going to be the talk of the town, baby," he said with a smug grin. Throughout dinner, he kept pointing out each man who couldn't help but glance her way. It was as if he was marking his territory, claiming her as the most desirable woman in the room. The attention was both thrilling and overwhelming, making her feel more alive than she had in years.

The meal itself was a blur of rich flavors and stolen glances. Tommy's hand slid under the table, gently caressing her thigh. His touch grew bolder as the night went on, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke in hushed tones about the things he wanted to do to her later. The waiter returned to refill their water glasses, his eyes flickering downward. Tommy leaned in and whispered, "He keeps trying to get a peek. You're driving him crazy."

Mary felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. She had never been the center of attention like this before, and it was intoxicating. She looked over at the waiter, his eyes meeting hers briefly before darting back to the task at hand. "Why don't you give him a little something to remember?" Tommy suggested, his hand moving to the second button of her blouse. "Just a little tease." She hesitated for a moment, but the mischief in his eyes was too tempting. With a coy smile, she allowed him to open the button, revealing the lacy edge of her bra.

The waiter's hand paused mid-pour, his eyes widening before quickly looking away. She felt a warmth spread through her as she realized the power she now held. Tommy chuckled, his hand moving to the third button. "Go on, show him what he's missing." She bit her lip and slowly unbuttoned it, the cool air of the restaurant brushing against her newly exposed skin. The waiter's movements grew more erratic, his hands shaking slightly as he set the water down.

"Thank you," she said sweetly, her voice a purr that didn't go unnoticed by the young man.

His cheeks flushed as he stuttered out a response before hurrying away. Tommy leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You have me so hard right now," he murmured.

Mary blushed, feeling a thrill of excitement. She had never been one to flaunt herself, but with her newfound confidence, she couldn't resist. The rest of the dinner was a delicious dance of desire and flirtation, their eyes speaking volumes as they touched and teased each other under the table. The food was forgotten, the conversation a mere backdrop to the sexual tension that had built between them.

When they finally left the restaurant, the cool night air hit her exposed skin like a slap. Tommy couldn’t keep his hands to himself as they walked to the car. Once inside, he didn’t bother with subtlety. His hands found her breasts, mauling them through the fabric of her new blouse. He groaned with pleasure, his grip tightening. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her stiffened nipples.

Mary felt a thrill of power at his reaction, her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn’t anticipated. She leaned into him, her hand finding the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched as she squeezed, his eyes darkening.

"You're so hard," she said breathlessly. "Is it because I let the waiter look?"

"Yes, oh yes," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Seeing the way he looked at you, it drove me crazy, Mary. I can't explain it."

In a moment she couldn't explain, Mary reached for her buttons again, toying with the fourth one. "What if I had shown him more?" she teased.

Tommy's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire. "Don't," he warned, his voice low and gruff. But his hand didn't move from her breast, his fingers tightening instead.

"Why not?" she challenged, her own breath quickening as she slipped the button free. The fabric parted, revealing a generous portion of her creamy skin and the pink lace of her bra. "Did he want to see more?" she asked, knowing the answer. But she was curious about this new side of Tommy.

"Shit, yes," he hissed, his eyes greedily taking in the sight. "He wanted to see more."

Mary felt a heady mix of excitement and power. The thrill of being desired was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She leaned closer to Tommy, her voice a seductive whisper. "What if he comes outside right now and sees me like this?"

The thought makes Tommy almost cum in his pants with excitement. He swallowed hard, his hand moving to the zipper of his pants. "You wouldn't," he urged, his voice strained. "But that would be so hot, babe!"

Mary's hand stopped, the last button hanging by a thread. "Would you want me to?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and curiosity.

Tommy's gaze darted to the restaurant's door, as if the waiter might materialize at any moment. "Yes," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "What if he were to see you help me out, right here? I need it so bad, love!" His erection sprang out of his pants, and he pushed them open for relief.

Mary's eyes widened, but instead of recoiling, she found herself leaning closer, her breath quickening. "Here?" she whispered, glancing around the parking lot. It was mostly empty, but the thrill of being caught was undeniable.

"You have to. You have me so turned on," Tommy softly implored.

Without a second thought, she leaned over, her new, full breasts pressing against the steering wheel and his leg as she took him in her mouth. He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. The taste of him was familiar and she found herself enjoying the way he moaned with each stroke of her tongue. The power she had over him was exhilarating, and she felt a new sense of liberation in her actions. She paused to say, "You are a bad boy wanting our waiter to see me doing this."

Tommy’s eyes snapped open, and he looked around frantically before leaning back into the seat with a groan. "Oh, God, yes," he murmured, his hand finding her hair and guiding her back to his erection. "It's just us, baby. But the thought of it..." His words trailed off as he lost himself in the sensation of her mouth on him.

She pulled away again, her hand still stroking his hardness. "Would it make him hard?"

"Oh, fuck, yes," Tommy groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. "Imagine it, babe. His cock straining in his pants as he watches you suck me."

"What if he took it out, Tommy?" she asked, knowing she was driving him to the edge.

Tommy's eyes snapped open, his pupils wide with excitement. "Yeah," he managed to choke out, "imagine that. He'd probably jerk off right there."

"Watching your wife with her big boobs sucking you off, " Mary teased, lowering her mouth back onto him.

Tommy couldn’t help but imagine the scene she painted, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. His breath grew ragged as she worked him with her mouth, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin just enough to make him squirm. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips bucking upward. "Just like that."

"Do you really want him to jerk off looking at me, babe?"

The words sent a bolt of arousal through Tommy. "Fuck yes, Mary," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "The thought of it is driving me crazy."

Mary felt a thrill of excitement at his response. She had never talked dirty with him before, but the power she had over him now was too much to resist. She knew all of this was wrong, but she seemed driven, unable to stop.  She took him deeper into her mouth, her hand cupping his balls as she worked him over. Tommy's moans grew louder, and she could feel his body tense up.

"Where would he cum?" Mary asked. But before Tommy could answer, he groaned and his hips bucked. Cum sprayed from his cock, landing on Mary's face just inches away.

Tommy's eyes went wide with shock, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his body trembling as the last of his seed shot out. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to..."

Mary wiped the cum off her cheek with a grin, feeling more alive than ever before. "It's okay," she assured him, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I liked it." She leaned back in her seat, watching him with a newfound sense of power.

As they drove home, the sexual tension in the car was palpable. Tommy's hand found its way under her shirt, his thumb playing with her now-exposed nipple. She gasped, arching her back into his touch. The heady mix of desire and power had her panties soaking wet. She couldn’t wait to get home and explore her new body with him.

Once they were in the safety of their own bedroom, Mary began to slowly undress, watching Tommy's every move. His eyes were glued to her chest, his breath coming in short gasps. She could see his erection straining against his pants, and she felt a thrill knowing she had that effect on him. "Did you really mean all those things you said earlier?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Tommy looked up at her, his cheeks flushing. "What things?" he stuttered, trying to play it cool.

Mary stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "The things about the waiter," she clarified, her voice low and sultry. "How you liked the idea of him watching us."

Tommy swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I...I don't know," he stuttered. "It just...it just came out. I was so turned on I couldn't think straight."

Mary stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But it did turn you on, didn't it?" she whispered, her hand sliding down to trace the outline of his cock. "The idea of another man seeing my body, watching me pleasure you."

Tommy's breath hitched, and he nodded. "More than I ever thought it would," he admitted. "It's like...it's like I've been dreaming about this for so long, and now it's real."

"You didn't answer when I asked you where he would shoot his stuff..." she paused undressing, her cheeks exposed, pants open.

Tommy's eyes darted to her questioning gaze. "I...I don't know. Maybe on your tits?" he suggested tentatively, his voice thick with arousal.

Mary felt a rush of heat between her legs at his words. "That is hot, Tommy. What if he wanted to touch me?" she asked, her voice dropping even lower. "Would you let him?"

Tommy's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with lust. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, his hand tightening around her wrist. "You're driving me crazy. But if it's what you want, if it turns you on, then..." His voice trailed off, and she could see the conflict in his eyes – the desire warring with his love and possessiveness.

Mary took a deep breath, feeling bold and daring in a way she never had before. Slowly, she bent down, her breasts swaying with the movement. She watched him in the mirror as she slipped her pants down, revealing her new, tiny panties. The fabric was a whisper-thin scrap of black lace that barely contained her curves. "I think you want it, Tommy," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Tommy's eyes went wide as saucers as he took in the sight before him. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life. Her ass looked incredible in those panties, and the way they barely covered her pussy was driving him wild. He couldn’t believe this was his wife, the same woman who had been so shy and insecure just weeks ago. "Fuck, yes, I want it," he said, his voice strained.

Mary had no idea where these thoughts or confidence were coming from. She has always been the shy one. But she couldn't seem to stop the flow of lust. "Are you hard again, babe? Thinking about it?"

Tommy's eyes snapped up to meet hers in the mirror, his gaze intense. "So hard," he confessed, his cock already standing at attention.

"What would you be doing while he touched me?" she asked, turning to face him in just her tiny panties.

Tommy's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his eyes flicking from her breasts to her face and back again. "I...I don't know," he admitted, his voice shaky.

"Would you jerk off while he touched me, baby?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. She could see his cock twitch at the thought, and she felt a strange thrill at the idea of him watching someone else touch her.

Tommy's eyes never left hers in the mirror, and she could see the hunger in them. "Yes," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'd watch him play with your big, beautiful tits, and I'd stroke my cock, thinking about how lucky I am to have a wife like you."

"Show me, babe. Show me how you would do it."

Mary watched as Tommy's hand slid down to his crotch, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. She felt a rush of heat as she saw his hand move over his shaft, the head glistening with pre-cum. She stepped closer, her own hand reaching up to cup one of her new breasts. Tommy's strokes grew faster as he watched her, his breath coming in harsh pants.

"Would he touch my breasts?" she purred, her hands gliding over the large globes.

Tommy's eyes grew even wider, and he nodded frantically. "Oh, God, yes," he said, his hand moving faster now. "He'd...he'd touch them, squeeze them, maybe even suck on them."

"What if his hands touched me somewhere else? Would you stop him?" One of her hands slid down her torso to the front of her panties.

Tommy's hand paused mid-stroke, his eyes darting to her hand. "No," he choked out, "not if it makes you happy. Just the thought of it..." His voice trailed off, lost in the fantasy.

"You want him to touch me between my legs, don't you, Tommy?"

Tommy's hand froze on his cock, and he swallowed hard. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Mary's hand slid under the waistband of her panties, her fingertips grazing her already-damp folds. She gasped at the contact, the sensation heightened by the thought of the waiter's eyes on her. "What if he put his fingers in me?" she asked, her voice shaking with desire.

Tommy's hand moved faster, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, baby," he moaned, his voice thick. "Let him feel how wet you get for me."

Mary raised an eyebrow. "Wet for you? Or wet for him?"

Tommy's eyes snapped to hers, the realization of his own words hitting him like a sledgehammer. But instead of anger or jealousy, he felt a strange thrill. "For us," he corrected, his voice strained. "Wet for us, baby."

"Do you want me to get wet for him, love? Would that turn you on?"

Tommy's hand stilled, his breath held. The idea was so taboo, so deliciously dirty that he couldn't believe she was saying it. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his voice low and tight with arousal. "I want to see you get wet for us."

Mary stepped closer, her hand sliding into her panties. She watched him in the mirror as she began to touch herself, her fingertips sliding through her slick folds. Tommy's eyes followed her every move, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Imagine it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Another man's hands on me, while you watch. Having to settle for jerking off while he gets the real thing."

Tommy's chest heaved with every ragged breath, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. The thought of it was so intense, so wrong, and yet so incredibly hot. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I want you to get wet for us."

"When he knows I got wet because of him, what will he want, baby?"

Tommy's mind raced with the possibilities, each one more arousing than the last. "He'd probably want to taste you," he murmured, his cock jerking in his hand.

Mary's eyes widened, but she didn't stop her ministrations. "Taste me?" she echoed, her voice a breathless whisper. "You mean...you want him to lick me?"

Tommy nodded, his eyes never leaving her hand as it moved beneath the lace. "Fuck, yes," he murmured. "Imagine it, baby. His tongue on you, licking you while I watch."

Mary's body responded to his words, her pussy clenching with desire. She felt a rush of wetness as she pictured the waiter's eager mouth on her, her own husband standing by, stroking his cock and watching. "And then what?" she asked, her voice shaking with arousal.

Tommy's hand was a blur now, his strokes frantic as he lost himself in the fantasy. "He'd...he'd want to fuck you," he said, the words sounding both terrifying and incredibly erotic. "And I'd...I'd watch."

Mary's eyes went wide at the admission, but instead of fear, she felt a rush of excitement. Her orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her body began convulsing as she moaned in a way she didn't even recognize.

Immediately as Tommy answered, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he erupted, sprays of cum landing on the carpet between them. It was as if his confession had triggered something primal in both of them.

Mary looked at him in amazement, her own arousal not waning. She had never seen him lose control like that before. Without a word, they both collapsed onto the bed next to each other. They were both breathless and flushed, the air between them charged with a newfound energy.

Tommy was relieved when Mary breathed out, "That was incredible."

Mary turned to face him, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm. "That was so intense," she said, her eyes still glazed over with lust. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Tommy's cheeks were flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "I didn't mean to... I just got carried away," he mumbled, his eyes darting to the sticky mess on the floor. His cock was spent, lying limp against his thigh.

"Baby, can you go again? I'm on fire." Mary looked at Tommy, hopeful.

Tommy's cock, exhausted from the intense climax just moments ago, lay against his thigh, unresponsive. "I'm not sure," he said, his voice still thick with passion. "I might need a little break."

"Baby, please. Maybe you can use your mouth, maybe?"  

In the two years they had dated and the last year of marriage, Tommy had only gone down on Mary a handful of times.  It was messy and other than pleasing her, he got nothing from it. Even those few times, it has only been for a few minutes, leading to sex.

Feeling guilty about being unable to perform, Tommy looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. He knew he had to make it up to her somehow, especially after the intense conversation they had just shared. "Of course, baby," he said, his voice gruff with desire. He leaned over and kissed her softly before moving down her body, his tongue tracing a path along her collarbone, down to her chest.

Mary watched him, her breath hitching as his mouth closed around one of her swollen nipples. She felt his warm breath against her skin as he began to suckle, and she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to the waiter. What would his cock look like? Would it be as big and beautiful as Tommy's? Would he want to fuck her while Tommy watched? The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her, making her pussy throb.

Without warning, she pushed Tommy's head down between her legs, her voice urgent. "Now, baby," she gasped. "I need you to taste me." This was uncharacteristic of their sexual history. Usually, she was the passive recipient of his affection, but tonight, she was in charge. Tommy looked up at her with surprise, but the hunger in her eyes was undeniable. He eagerly obliged, pulling her panties to the side, his tongue darting out to taste her already wet folds.

Her moans grew louder as he explored her with his mouth, his tongue flicking against her clit with a gentle insistence. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The taboo nature of their conversation had ignited a fire in her, and she was desperate for more. "Deeper," she begged, her hips bucking up to meet his face. Tommy groaned against her, his tongue delving further into her wetness. He felt a strange thrill at the thought of her with someone else, and it only served to fuel his desire.

As he lapped at her, Mary's thoughts grew more and more wild. The image of the waiter's cock grew clearer in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have it inside her. Would he be as gentle as Tommy? Or would he be rougher, more aggressive? Her pussy clenched around Tommy's tongue as she imagined the sensation of fullness she hadn't experienced with her husband. She reached down, her hand tangling in Tommy's hair, urging him deeper.

Tommy, lost in the taste of her, felt his cock stirring back to life. The thought of her with another man was like a drug, pushing him to new heights of arousal. He licked and sucked with renewed vigor, his mind racing with images of her spread out before them both, her new, larger breasts bouncing with every thrust of a stranger's cock.

"Would I be different down there? You know, after the waiter?" she asked, bringing back up the taboo topic.

Tommy's eyes snapped up to hers, his tongue still buried in her pussy. The thought was like a bolt of lightning straight to his cock. "Different?" he murmured, his voice muffled by her wetness. "Better, baby. You'd be so much better."

Her voice timid, as if she didn't want to say the words, but couldn't stop, "Would he stretch me, would I be looser?"

Tommy's mind raced with the thought. He knew he should be upset, but instead, he was incredibly turned on. "Maybe," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "But I'd love every part of you, no matter what."

Mary felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at his words. She had never felt so desired, so wanted. "Keep going," she urged, her hips rocking against his face. "Make me come again." Tommy's tongue circled her clit, and she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. "Act like he already did it to me."

Tommy's heart was racing as he tasted her sweetness. The thought of another man taking her, making her scream his name, was maddening. But the way she looked at him, the power she held over him in this moment, was intoxicating. He licked and sucked, his own cock trying to harden again as she grew wetter and wetter. He could feel her getting closer, her legs trembling as she approached the edge.

"Would he wear a condom?" Mary asked. Tommy realized she was really thinking about this.

Tommy felt a strange mix of emotions – arousal, jealousy, and fear. But he played along, his tongue never stopping its sweet assault on her clit. "If you want, baby," he murmured, "but imagine, feeling him bare inside you, filling you up."

"OOOoohhhhh", she moaned.

Tommy's cock grew harder at the thought of her taking another man's bare cock, her pussy tightening around him. He didn't know if this was a fantasy they could ever truly act on, but for now, the power of it was driving them both wild. He sucked her clit hard, feeling her body tense up.

"I bet he wants to cum in me, Tommy. That would be so bad," she moaned out.

Tommy's cock jumped at her words, his own arousal reaching new heights. He didn't know if he could handle the thought of her with another man, but the way she was responding was unlike anything he had ever experienced with her before. "Yes, baby," he murmured, his tongue still dancing against her clit. "Would you let him?"

Mary's eyes closed, her breath coming in ragged pants. The idea was so wrong, but it felt so right in this moment of passion. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice trembling with the intensity of the thought. "Maybe if it made you happy."

Tommy groaned against her pussy, the vibration sending her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she cried out. Her juices spilled over his tongue, and he swallowed greedily, lost in the taste of her pleasure. His own half-hard cock spurted again as he ground it against the comforter.

They lay there, panting and exhausted, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. Tommy couldn't believe the things they had said to each other, the fantasies they had shared. But the intense pleasure they had just experienced was undeniable. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of love and confusion.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, stroking his cheek.

Tommy took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I just...I don't know if I can handle that," he admitted, his voice shaking.

Mary snuggled into him, her hand resting on his chest. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice soothing and soft. "It was just pillow talk. I didn't mean it, really." She knew the power of words during moments of passion, how they could take on a life of their own. But she also knew the line they had just danced along was delicate, and she didn't want to shatter the trust between them.

Tommy nodded, his heart still racing. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But the thought of it..."

Mary leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest, the weight of them a constant reminder of the new reality they now shared. "It's just a fantasy," she assured him, her hand sliding down to gently stroke his cock. "But if it turns you on, maybe we can keep playing with it."

Tommy took a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of her words. He had never been one to stray from the straight and narrow, but the thought of watching her with another man was like nothing he had ever felt before. "Okay," he said finally, his voice thick with desire. "But only if it's just us, baby. Just our little secret."

Mary nodded, her eyes shining with understanding. "Of course, love," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "It's just us."

As they lay there, her hand resting softly on his stomach, Tommy couldn't help but picture the waiter from the restaurant. He imagined his hands on her, his mouth on her, and his cock buried deep inside her, stretching her like she said. The thought made him feel sick and aroused all at once. He knew it was wrong, that he should be disgusted by the idea of his wife with another man. But the more he thought about it, the more he found himself wanting it.