1. A Fundraising Barbecue


    Date: 10/28/2018, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Spooge, Source: LushStories

    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 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 ...
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