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Do not be deceived by appearances. I am a fairly normal, petite brunette. In most situations I am shy and reserved. You will not see me drawing the attention of crowds to feed my ego. Quiet conversation and close friends are my comfort blankets. There are times this part of me disappears and I almost forget who I am. Blame my husband for that. The only way I can describe it is that I have a foreign life within me. Two, actually. They reside in my tits. Calvin was the reason behind them. For years he said I should do it. A few friends advised against, most were supportive. Doctors assured me they are only silicone, but I am convinced they have a mind of their own. When we go to bars now my tits ask for drinks from strangers. They push in front of people like the old me, who have waited longer to order. They thrive on attention and draw men to me as I try to walk by discreetly. They are attention whores, not me. Calvin finds it all amusing. At home he loves them, even calls them “the twins.” I know what to expect by what Calvin wants me to wear. If it shows the twins he wants guys to stare at me. He loves it. Maybe it is actually Calvin who is the attention whore. He just diverts that desire to me, his wife. In public, he spends more time watching the other guys that look at me than looking at me himself. Sometimes it really pisses me off that guys talk to my tits instead of me. There are times I like to get revenge in a provocative way. When a guy is completely focused on my tits I sometimes mime something as a test like, “If you can read my lips you can fuck my tits.” It may seem shallow, but I feel a small victory for doing it without them noticing. If a guy did catch it, I’m not sure what I would do aside from all the blood in my body instantly rushing to my face. My best friend, Lisa, has always been supportive. She said I had to go to a double-D to match her size. Hers are natural though, and she says she wished hers were as perky as mine. The silicone holds its shape pretty well and I enjoy being able to wear revealing clothes without a bra. Lisa encourages this behavior and joins me. This weekend our husbands entered a local half marathon to raise money for charity. After the race there was a party at Lisa and Tim’s. It was a perfect day with a clear sky and warm sun. Along with a couple other friends, we got everything ready at Lisa’s and got back to the finish in time to see our men cross the line. The guys raised more than five hundred between istanbul travesti them, largely thanks to the help of online donations. Lisa had a crazy idea that we could still raise more money and had an acrylic box with a padlock and a slot for people to put in money. I told her it would be rude to tell everyone to come for a barbecue and then charge them to eat it. My best friend in the whole wide world sprang a surprise on me. She got everyone’s attention and pulled me over next to her. She raised her voice so everyone could hear. “Thanks for coming everyone. We all know a lot has changed this year.” She mentioned a few key things, people who were new, a few who moved away or got married, one divorce. She moved a few to tears and got a few laughs, not at the same time, luckily. Then she got to her new task. “I want to raise even more money and I have a proposal to make. My good friend Stacy here has no idea what I am about to say.” I muttered softly to her, “What the hell are you doing?” She only smiled as she continued. “Stacy underwent a major change herself. Don’t deny it, men, some of you have got yourselves in trouble for the way you stare at what Calvin likes to call The Twins.” There were laughs and cheers and a few raised eyebrows from a couple of wives. “So, I would like to put you out of your misery if at all possible and propose that if we collect another two hundred in this beautiful donation box then Stacy will go topless for the rest of the afternoon.” There were more cheers. This was an entirely different matter. Lisa kept talking, this time appealing to the women to cut their men some slack for the sake of charity just for this afternoon. Seeing the look on my face she added, “And because I love my dear friend I will join her if we reach the target.” “You’ll both go topless?” someone shouted over the noise. “Me too!” Janet came to stand beside me. “This is a great idea. Why have we never done this before?” She lowered her voice, “I might be able to get Dave to donate more for a blowjob later instead of doing it for nothing.” Seeing the excitement on everyone’s face and having Lisa and Janet in the same boat there seemed no way out of it. Lisa would owe me big time for this. It only took twenty minutes to reach the target. We should have asked for more. As promised, the three of us took off our tops while everyone watched and encouraged us. Impatient guys shouted for us to take off our bras before my shirt was off my head. istanbul travestileri The intensity of their gaze was intimidating. I made sure Lisa and Janet were still with me before I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. Released, I put my hands over the cups and wiggled my shoulders to get the straps off. Janet’s husband objected right away saying I was delaying. I yanked away my bra in a swift movement to enthusiastic applause. Being topless in a social setting was intoxicating. My body tingled just from seeing people checking out my body. Sure, they checked out Janet and Lisa, too, but there was a definite bias drawing eyes to my new fake boobs. Before I knew it I was playing up to it, turning quickly and walking with a little extra bounce in my step. When I think about it, the guys were well behaved. Nobody grabbed me inappropriately. I was talking to Theresa who asked me what they were like. She has a similar shape to me before the twins and asked if she could feel them. Jeff was obviously turned on by watching his wife feel my tits. It was fine with me. She felt the shape of the implants and how big they are inside and even lifted them to test their weight. “I think Jeff is jealous,” she said. “Sorry, Jeff, if I let one guy touch them everyone will want to grope me.” I moved on and thought nothing of it as the twins and I mingled with the rest of the group. About an hour later I was cleaning a few glasses to help keep the kitchen in order when Theresa sidled over. “Hey,” her tone was subdued, secretive. “Jeff is really trying to convince me to get my boobs done. Is there any chance he could check them out? It doesn’t have to be today. Anytime would be fine.” She was backing out before I could even respond. Lisa was just outside the kitchen, so I called her over. “Jeff wants Theresa to get a boob job. Should I let him play with them to see what he thinks?” Lisa laughed at me. “I love that you asked for my permission. Given how things are going, I say we up the ante. Another twenty five for two minutes to fondle your tits.” She walked away and said, “I’ll announce it now.” I nearly shit myself. The time it took to decide I should stop her was enough for her to leave the kitchen. Theresa grabbed my arm and begged me, “Please don’t stop her.” “You sound desperate. Are you sure everything is okay?” I was getting worried. Theresa admitted she was scared of having something inside her. “I want to be sure it will be worth it, travesti istanbul for us.” The last bit she added after catching my eye. I tried to assure her that it will be worth it. All she has to do is embrace it. Another outburst followed Lisa’s announcement. Men were already gravitating toward the collection box. Men can be so juvenile. The next twenty minutes I had one guy after another fondling my tits. Gary tried desperately to do some kind of puppet act with my boobs as his characters. Stan is a pincher and kept trying to get my nipples erect. It depressed me slightly when he succeeded. I did not like feeling aroused and humiliated at the same time. When Theresa put in money for Jeff’s turn I asked them to go inside and sit down. Jeff sat on the couch and I lay across his lap. He made an exploratory tour of my chest, feeling and squeezing, but not uncomfortable or intending to arouse. Theresa watched with an apprehensive look. A couple minutes had passed. Jeff clearly enjoyed touching me. “Jeff, would you like Theresa to have boobs like this?” He nodded with a smile. It might be the only time I could do it so I decided to give more than the agreed deal. I got up. Jeff’s disappointment was short lived as I faced him and straddled his legs. Sitting on his lap I pulled his face to my chest. I pushed my arms forward, squishing my breasts on the sides of his face. I felt him kiss me. I held him there a while and then leaned slowly to the left. He accepted my offer and took my nipple in his mouth. Jeff pressed himself into my breast and sucked my nipple hard. Soon he had me panting which I took as a sign it was time to stop. “Yes, Theresa, you will definitely benefit from bigger tits.” I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry if I went to far.” “You were great,” she leaned forward putting a hand in Jeff’s lap. “Look what you did to him.” It was clear when Theresa pressed his pants down that Jeff was erect. “Do you think Lisa would mind us using her guest room?” “I’ll let her know.” I left them to it and went back outside with a lingering arousal. All this sexual attention was growing on me. Being topless in a group where most are fully clothed is invigorating. My shorts started to feel cumbersome. More daring ideas popped up in my mind. It was too much to resist. I pulled Lisa aside for a quiet word. “I keep having ideas about going a step further. What do you think? Am I just being crazy?” Lisa gave me a funny look. She turned serious, “How much further?” The arched eyebrow normally accompanied something devious, but that was not what it meant this time. “What is it?” I asked, worried. She began slowly, making me impatient. “Well, I already turned down a more serious offer on your behalf.” I had to nag her to spit it out.

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