One night before dinner, DH and I met in the hallway. He opened his arms and I instinctively fell into his hug, brushing his face with mine. His skin was warm and smooth.
As we embraced, his guttural “Aahhhh” told me he was deeply content. DH murmured in my ear, “For a man, there’s nothing like feeling breasts pressed up against your chest.” I pressed against him a little harder.
“So, what is it…does it make you think of sex? Or what?” I asked, pulling away a little.
“No…” he said, thoughtful.
“Is it comforting?” I guessed.
“No…” he said again.
Suddenly, I knew the answer. Imitating my best 13-year-old boy voice, I squeaked, “OH MY GOSH, I HAVE A GIRL TOUCHING ME WITH HER BOOBS!”
He giggled. “That’s it! Boobs!” And I had to giggle, too.
I gave DH another full frontal press so he could enjoy the soft roundness of my double-Ds. I know a man likes boobs but obviously pressed up against his chests is the best option…at least when fully clothed in the hallway.
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Amen! Sometimes I just need to bury my face in my wife’s chest because…yeah…boobs!
April 8, 2019 at 8:44 pmAnd it’s so nice that she can provide that public service for you! Easily done yet much appreciated.
April 9, 2019 at 8:45 amYou have discovered the secret of the male mind – we never grow up.
April 9, 2019 at 4:17 amIn some respect, that is true–and delightful. But it other respects, you become wise, and giving partners–and friends!
April 9, 2019 at 8:46 amJust another one of the beautiful parts of a woman that us men love so. 😉
April 23, 2019 at 5:01 pmOne of many. I know. In fact, I just hugged DH and sure enough, he grinned and pressed me close and said, “Boobs…”
May 4, 2019 at 5:20 pm