woke up feeling heavy in my chest. It wasn't bills or work or my losing team. It was my wife's 32 G tits.

Before I could process it, we were both screaming at the top of her lungs. She plunged into a rant immediately, as if it were my fault she'd woken up with a five o'clock shadow and a cock; my fault that we were stuck like this.

And sure, maybe a lot of things really WERE my fault- but she was out to lunch on this one. The best we could do in this situation was just to make the most of it, to explore. But soon, she was overtop of me, inside of me, telling me she would ... Show more