My Wife Got Her Already Luscious Breasts Enhanced to D Cups. She Loves Them Even More.
Satisfied with her ample melons, I resisted her desire for an augmentation. But I now have to admit: I like her enhanced tits.
The first time I pulled off Lauren’s shirt and unclipped her Victoria’s Secret bra, excitement overwhelmed me. It was our third date and our romance was quickly intensifying. The year was 1997 and we were both 23 years-old.
As I fondled her bare breasts and pinched her pink, succulent nipples, knowing that her thong panties were next in line for coming off, she looked sweetly into my eyes as if to say, “I’m all yours.” And the truth was: I was all hers, too.
Yet, in that moment, all I could think was: God, she has great tits.
It was a night (of oral sex) we’ll never forget. But the next day, when we fucked for the first time, wasn’t too bad, either.
The topic of breasts — and especially breast size — is complicated, not unlike that of penis size. What I’m going to share here may rub some people the wrong way. I really don’t care if it does.
As someone who once — in 1998 or 1999 (in front of Lauren) — fondled and squeezed a then-well-known porn star’s gigantic, fake tits (she also let Lauren touch them), I’m here to tell you that bigger isn’t always better. Although Lauren and I found this particular porn star to be a super cool chick, I felt not one iota of attraction to her freakshow bangers. Neither did Lauren.
Over the years, through our rather unconventional lifestyle, I’ve enjoyed sexual experiences — as has Lauren — with a few hundred women whose breasts have been all shapes and sizes. Breast size doesn’t make the woman, and I think all breasts are delightful — whether A cup or DD cup. What makes the woman…is the woman. What is most beautiful about women, in my view, is their femininity.
That’s not at all to suggest a woman’s femininity depends on her breasts. A few years ago, Lauren and I had multiple threesomes with a woman our age who’d had a double mastectomy due to high risk of breast cancer and then been abandoned by her douchebag husband. She was beautiful, feminine and a sensuous lover and her husband was a fucking idiot. She missed her breasts and having them taken off was hard for her.
And yet I, like many guys, can’t get around the simple truth that I strongly desire women with larger breasts (I define “larger” roughly as C cup and up). This isn’t really a conscious choice on my part. Lauren, as a bisexual woman, also enjoys women with larger breasts. She, like a lot of women, also enjoys a man with a large cock.
Yeah, we need to address dick size now — before we go further — because it’s relevant to what I’m writing about here. Few women will admit their preference for a big cock, but my wife — and dozens of women we know in the lifestyle— will say straight up that my 7 inches of length and 5.5+ inches of girth, for example, feel way better inside the vagina, and can go much deeper, than another guy who’s 5 inches long and 4 inches around and can’t hit the G-spot. Fact.
Men with larger cocks and women with larger breasts have an advantage.
With that fact established, I really don’t feel any shame then in admitting that, the second I laid eyes on Lauren’s pretty face and decided I liked what I saw, those same eyes moved to her chest…and, yes, her hips, ass and legs. As she had on a tight shirt, her ample, shapely tits were impossible not to notice and admire, especially when they jiggled as she walked — not what you might expect on a woman who’s 5'10" and about 135–140 pounds. There was nothing about her I didn’t find sexually appealing. So, I approached her. We instantly clicked and the rest is history.
On that third date when our clothes went off, though the day brought mind-blowing oral sex, her luscious tits left me speechless. They were simply incredible — large and well-proportioned with irresistible pink nipples that to this day I can’t get enough of.
Never could there have been a nicer pair, and I’m sure my fixation on them during that third date, as we got really sexual together, may have appeared almost obsessive. I kissed, sucked on and licked her nipples, quickly discovering that any attention to her breasts brought her deep sexual pleasure…and got her insanely wet.
When, the next day, I fucked my 23-year-old girlfriend, holding her ankles in my hands as I had my way with her, I found the view of her breasts jiggling simply perfect.
Great tits run in Lauren’s family.
When she was a girl, Lauren says her breasts quickly grew. She reached 34C early in high school and, as she expresses in her charming Swedish/American-English accent (Swenglish), “my boobs quickly got bigger than other girls’ and then, poof, stopped growing by the end of the tenth grade.”
One boy who’d had the privilege of fondling her tits at an age when such a privilege was a huge deal then blabbed to his friends how large and delicious they were. Lauren was then known, behind her back, as the Swedish equivalent of “headlights.” Though she was an exceptional student, she was the hot girl with big tits.
It was also at this time that she began exploring her bisexuality — a delicate and confusing stage for her. The hurtful “headlights” nickname and the untrue snickers about her being “loose” because she’d let another boy touch her breasts caused her to feel ambivalent about her chest. Yet by the time she got into college and realized her breasts had stopped growing — while meanwhile her younger sister, also quite beautiful, had in high school blossomed 34DD’s (their mom is 36D) and somehow evaded demeaning nicknames— she developed an insecurity and suddenly felt her “boobs” were small.
In Lauren’s family, the women are all tall and lean with firm curves…and large breasts and sensational nipples. Her sister is 5'8", maybe 130 pounds…not what you’d expect for a woman with 34DD’s. Their mom is 5'7" and I don’t know her weight but she’s pretty lean and has 36D’s. Call it winning the genetic lottery; great tits (and beauty overall) run in the family.
But, as the saying goes, “the grass is always greener on the other side.” Lauren may have envied (and still envies) her sister’s natural 34DD’s, but her sister has always envied Lauren’s 34C’s. “These may look good, but they aren’t easy to exercise with, and it’s not easy having these and being taken seriously,” quips her sister, also a doctor who isn’t shy about admitting to her large rack and its pros and cons.
Although she concedes her breasts make her husband plenty happy, Lauren’s sister is quick to assert: “I wish I had Lauren’s boobs. They’re perfectly sized and shaped. I will eventually get a reduction. I can’t age well with these.”
A handful (pun intended) of years ago, Lauren mentioned to me that she was thinking about getting a breast augmentation. As a surgeon, she had connections to some doctors who did very good work, including a few who could augment women with breasts her size without getting away from that natural look that’s so desired.
I immediately dug in and told her I didn’t want her to get the augmentation. But I was also curious about what she wanted out of it.
“D or DD cups,” she answered. “Probably D,” she added.
We tabled the topic for a few weeks and I hoped she’d moved on. In those weeks, I made a point to compliment her on her breasts — not that I didn’t already. No matter what she wore, her breasts were noticeable, flattering and ample, and I made sure to tell her that every time. “Your tits look great in that dress,” I might say.
The fact is that I loved — and still love — her tits. Every time we engage in foreplay, the first area of her body my mouth goes to after we’ve kissed is her breasts. I love to suck on and lick her nipples. There was no need to change what was already perfect.
Yet, it was true, I conceded when pressed one night, that Lauren’s breasts weren’t as large as her mother’s or sister’s knockers but it was also true, I said, that her own sister had on many occasions told Lauren she wished her tits were the same size as Lauren’s.
Lauren insisted on getting the surgery.
“You already have big tits. Why do you want even bigger tits?” I asked point-blank.
She had no real answer other than she just wanted them…and she admitted that to me.
Finally, when she agreed to go no larger than D cups, I gave my support to Lauren to get the augmentation — but I emphasized the importance of a natural look.
The surgeon — a female colleague Lauren knew well — reassured us that Lauren’s augmented breasts would still look very natural because they were already well-sized and nicely shaped and the material she’d add would be modest enough not to take away from — but actually further enhance — what she described as an “already flattering pair.”
Fast-forward to today. Lauren is happy with her D cups, which are probably closer to DD’s (she bought a DD-cup bra just for kicks and she can indeed fill it), and I have to say they look incredible and feel natural.
When I touch them, they definitely feel a tad bit firmer than before but they’re still soft and naturally shaped. They look like big tits that nature made.
I was very happy with her breasts before the surgery, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I’ve been pleasantly surprised by her enhanced pair. They are big — no doubt about it —but not overly huge, and Lauren enjoys wearing low-cut dresses and different kinds of bras to showcase them.
So maybe the bottom line is that bigger is sometimes better…but bigger to a point — just as Lauren would tell you a big cock feels good, but a cock too big hurts. Lauren’s enhanced melons are quite perfect — I have to admit. Her sister’s boobs, though impressive, are increasingly problematic as she enters her mid-40s.
So, while I resisted the enhancement, Lauren enjoys her larger pair and, for that, it’s all good.
