An Unanticipated Curve

It was late Friday afternoon and I was in the home stretch of a chaotic week when my cell phone rang. I pulled the phone from my pocket and noticed it was Mandy, my wife of just over fifteen years.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey babe. How's your day going?" She said in a cheery voice.

"Oh not too bad, just waiting for four thirty to roll around," I replied before continuing, "What's up with you?"

"Well, my aunt Diane just called and asked if I wanted to go to the Milwaukee Music Festival with her tonight, I guess her friend Sue canceled last minute. You wouldn't mind if I went, right?"

"Of course not. You're lucky, those tickets have been sold out for months, " I replied stapling the latest sales report that was on my desk.

"I know right!" She said with obvious excitement in her voice before adding, "So I'm leaving work early and aunt Di is meeting me at our house around four. We're going to take a Lyft to some bar that runs shuttles to the main gates of the concert."

"Okay, well you two have fun, and behave yourself," I said with a chuckle.

"No promises," She replied before continuing, "I'll text you before we go into the concert."

"Sounds good. Love you," I told her.

"Love you too babe," She replied before ending the call.

It was odd to have a Friday night to myself, but I was actually looking forward to it, and knew exactly what I was going to do.

I cut out of the office shortly after four thirty and made my way to a local pub that had one of the city's best burgers. As I sat at the bar waiting for my food my phone dinged, it was a selfie of Mandy and Diane standing at the gates of the music festival. The message simply said, "We're here!"and was followed by a kissy face emoji.

I took a picture of my half finished beer and the Randy's sign in the background and sent it telling them to have fun.

I hung at the bar for a solid hour and a half. The burger and cold beer really hit the spot, just as they usually do. After paying my bill and leaving the cute waitress a nice tip I headed home.

My night was rather uneventful, which I didn't mind one bit. It basically consisted of me showering then drinking beer on the couch as I watched the remainder of the baseball game.

It was just before ten when Mandy sent me another picture. This one was a bit more interesting then the one she had sent earlier. Her and Di had their arms around each others shoulders and their heads were pressed together with a well lit up stage in the background. It was a cute picture of them, but what made it, was the valley of cleavage that Diane openly displayed.

The message that accompanied it said, "Leaving here soon. Heading back to the bar. Our ride is scheduled to pick us up from there at 11:15. Can't wait to see you."

"Sounds good stay safe." I replied as I opened the picture she sent and zoomed in on the tan exposed skin of Diane's large breasts.

Now would probably be a good time to tell you a bit more about Diane. She was in her early fifties and a mother of two adult children. She had shoulder length brown hair, was about five and a half feet tall. She had curves in all the right places, and as mentioned, her tits were one of those places.

Diane and her ex-husband, the father of her two children, divorced close to ten years ago and since then she's had a few boyfriends here and there, but as of late was single.

Within the family it was known that Diane was the care free one, whom didn't seem to worry about the same things that everyone else did. Which in my opinion that made her the most fun to be around at the family gatherings.

As I stared at the screen of my phone the contrast between my wife and Di couldn't have been any more distinct. You see my wife was thin, and self admittedly flat chested. With Mandy and I being high school sweethearts and the only person that I've been intimate with, over the years I've often found myself fantasizing about chubby, fuller figured women, and Diane fit that bill to perfection.

My wife's glassy eyes told me I may get lucky tonight, which was often the case after she would come home from a night out with her friends. With that being said, I held off on pulling out my semi-hard on and jerking off to Di's tits.

I set my phone on my lap and continued watching the game. At some point I dozed off or "passed out" as my wife would put it.

It was close to eleven thirty when my phone buzzed on my lap, startling me.

Looking down I noticed that I missed a call from Mandy and that there was a voicemail. I picked up my phone and played the message. To sum it up, it consisted of my wife nearly shouting into the phone that they were on their way home and that Diane was going to be spending the night. That was followed by nearly a minute of them singing to a song that was playing in the car before realizing she hadn't hung up.

I sat up and took a sip from the nearly full beer that had been safely nestled in between my thighs during the brief rest of my eyes.

After setting my beer on the table, I sent Mandy a message.

"Missed your call. Sounds good, see you soon."

I stood up and stretched, then walked to the kitchen beer in hand. I placed the can on the counter and headed down the hallway into the spare bedroom where Diane would be sleeping tonight.

I removed the luggage that was resting on the bed from the trip up north that Mandy and I had taken last weekend. I straightened the comforter before putting an empty laundry basket in the closet, and then headed back into the kitchen.

I just sat down at the counter when I heard a car door close, followed immediately by the sound of Mandy and Diane laughing. I unlocked the back door and opened it.

"Hey babe!" Mandy said obnoxiously loud as she walked in and gave me a hug. The smell of some type of liquor or liquors hit me hard.

As my wife and I embraced, her aunt Diane came into view. My eyes were instinctively drawn to the over abundance of cleavage that spilled from the v cut of the sunflower speckled sundress, just like in the picture from earlier in the evening.

Breaking the spell of those tits I made eye contact with Di who had a huge smile on her face.

"Hi babe!" Diane said mocking Mandy, who had broke our hug and started laughing.

To my delight Di also gave me a hug. It was nothing out of the norm, just your standard issue hug, but that's not to say I didn't enjoy the brief feel of her breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

Like my wife, Aunt Di also smelled like a mixed drink.

"So how was your night girls?" I asked closing and locking the door.

"We had so much fun!" They both said in unison before bursting into laughter.

I couldn't help but to smile as they were hunched over giggling uncontrollably. Needless to say, one thing was obviously clear, they were wasted.

I walked over to the table and grabbed my beer. Mandy had managed to catch her breath long enough to say, "Stop it, you're going to make me pee." before scurrying down the hallway into our bathroom.

"No seriously Dennis, the seats we had were like ten rows from the stage," Diane said wiping the tears from her watery eyes.

I took a sip of beer.

"I have some pictures," Diane excitedly added as she pulled her phone from her purse.

I walked back towards her. She was standing with her back to me, leaning on the counter with her elbows. Her flared dress rode high on the back of her thighs, causing my mind to wonder about what was beneath the flower patterned fabric.

I came around the counter and stood across from her as she attempted to unlock her phone. The view was impeccable. The heaviness of her tits coupled with the looseness of the fabric gave me a clear look at her bra covered breast.

"Oh what the hell. 1...2...3...4," Diane said over exaggerating every press of the locked screen.

As she battled with the alcohol incited challenge of unlocking her phone, I cashed in on the opportunity to openly stare at the semi concealed breasts that I had jerked off to countless times.

Her pearl white satin bra which strained to contain her massive mounds contrasted nicely with her smooth tan skin. The sound of the bathroom door opening down the hall snapped me out of my tit induced trance.

"Okay. That was way more difficult than it needed to be," Diane said finally unlocking her phone.

I took a couple steps over and was now standing just next to aunt Di as Mandy walked back into the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie, do you want to take a shot with us?" My wife asked clearly not realizing the extent of either one of their drunkenness. And honestly who was I to say anything, they had made it home safe so what did I care.

"I'll take one," I replied looking up at my wife who was already pulling the bottle of booze from the cabinet.

As she poured our shots of whiskey I tried my best to pretend I was interested in the pictures Diane was swiping through, most of which were blurry might I add. But in reality my main focus was peeking down the top of her dress.

Mandy placed the shot glasses in front of us before walking around to stand on the other side of Diane who had seemingly given up on flipping through pictures of the concert.

"I had such a good time, thank you for taking me," My wife said putting her arm around her aunt's shoulder to give her a hug as only two drunk women would do.

I couldn't help but to chuckle to myself knowing that neither one of them would be waking up anytime before noon, and without a serious hangover.

And right on cue Mandy raised her glass, arm still around her aunt's shoulders and said, "To family!"

We clanked glasses then downed the whiskey. Di and Mandy slammed their glasses down on the countertop, just as they probably did in the bar an hour or so ago.

They had started reminiscing about the evening like it took place years ago. I walked into the living room and grabbed my phone before returning back into the kitchen.

Diane was sitting down on a stool at the counter. Mandy had her head in the refrigerator, presumably looking for something to munch on.

Di had her phone in her hand and was unaware that I had walked back into the room. She had one foot resting on the rung of the adjacent stool while the other toiled with her sandal on the floor, completely oblivious that her thighs were nearly spread wide open.

My heart pounded with just the thought of possibly getting a glance in between her thick thighs.

I took one quick look at Mandy who still had her back to me, then back to Diane who's eyes were still fixed on the bright screen of her phone.

My eyes dropped in between the thighs of my wife's aunt, noticing the white pair of panties that covered her most intimate body part. I quickly glanced up at Diane's illuminated face then immediately back down between her legs.

I was intently focused on Di's panties that appeared to be nuzzled in between her pussy lips. So much so that her neatly trimmed pubic hair was visible on either side.

I took in every drop of that view up until the point that I was so close that even if she hadn't looked up from her phone she would certainly be able to hear me, or at minimum sense me.

No sooner than that thought crossed my mind I heard, "Oh look at me hogging both stools."

My heart beat like a jackhammer within my chest knowing I had just been caught dead to rights. I shamefully glanced up and our eyes met.

It took a second for her to process my gaze before a mischievous smirk came to her face. She tapped the stool, legs still fully spread. My eyes instinctively dropped back to her exposed panty covered snatch, then again back up to her eyes.

Her smirk had turned to a full fledged smile as she seemed to admire my boldness. Diane slowly adjusted her leg and gingerly pressed the flare of her dress in between her thighs and silently mouthed "Oops".

She had a huge smile on her face, "Here, take a seat," She said chuckling as she removed her foot from the rung and swiveled her stool so her knees were under the over hang of the counter.

I smiled back, in a mild state of shock that my wife's aunt had no objection to me openly gawking in between her thighs.

I sat down next to her as Mandy placed a bag of chips on the countertop.

"Well it's not quite bar food, but it'll do," My wife said sliding some sour cream and onion dip toward us.

Food couldn't have been further from my mind as the girls binged on their late night snack. I mindlessly scrolled through the sports feed on my phone with the fresh image of Diane's thick thighs and panties dominating my thoughts. I mean damn, that wasn't something I had expected to see, and her reaction was something I certainly never could've anticipated.

I eventually set my phone down on the counter and swirled what was left of my beer before tossing it back. It was entertaining to just listen to them ramble on. They weren't making much sense to me, but yet they were some how having a conversation.

I swear in the ten minutes I sat there they must have said how good the seats were at least a half a dozen times, although they were saying it as if it was the first time. It was comical, until it wasn't.

Knowing that there wasn't anything that would top what I had already experienced, I grabbed my phone and stood up.

"So ladies I think I'm calling it a night."

"Already?" My wife questioned, despite it being quarter after twelve.

Diane swiveled around before standing up to give me a hug.

"It was so nice seeing you. I really do miss hanging out with you guys," She said as she gently rubbed my back.

"You know you're welcome over anytime," I replied enjoying the feel of her tits pressing against my chest.

She gave me a peck on the cheek before breaking the hug. The urge to take one last glance at her cleavage got the better of me and Diane had noticed.

She smiled at me then squeezed my hand, "Mandy you really lucked out with this one."

I couldn't help but to chuckle hearing the words come from Diane's mouth after she literally just caught me peeking at her tits that were packed tightly in the top of her dress.

"You must be drunk honey, because there are days I don't know what to do with him," My wife said grinning with a mouth full of chips.

I laughed at her obnoxious reply. Diane was still holding my hand rubbing her thumb against the backside. It was a bit strange, but I knew she was wasted and most likely didn't even know she was doing it.

"I'll tell you what, I'd never have that problem," Diane replied squeezing my hand as she looked directly into my eyes.

That brief moment felt like an eternity, but was quickly disrupted by my wife who had thrown a couple of chips in our direction before bursting into laughter. Diane let my hand go as her and Mandy doubled over cracking up.

I stood there smiling as I couldn't believe what I had just heard come from my wife's aunt's mouth. Considering the state of her inebriation I took it for what it was.

"Oh my gosh you are bad!" My wife said walking to her aunt as they continued to laugh. Diane met her half way and placed her arm around Mandy, holding each other up as they snickered together.

Figuring this was the perfect time for an exit, I made my way toward the hallway. Mandy staggered her way over to me. "You know I'm just kidding, right?" She said wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss.

Before I could reply Diane shouted, "I wasn't!"

Mandy whipped her head around, and after a semi-awkward moment of silence the laughter resumed.

"Damn somebody needs to get laid,"Mandy said in between breaths.

"Okay, I'll take that as my cue. Good night ladies," I said shaking my head with the largest smile I've had on my face in a while.

"I'll be up to bed soon," Mandy struggled to say as I walked up the stairs.

"Dennis," Diane called out, causing me to pause on the steps before turning around.

"Yeah," I hesitantly replied.

"Sweet dreams." That simple reply of hers would've normally went in one ear and out the other, but not tonight.

Di's comment was immediately followed by them giggling like a bunch of school girls.

I made my way up into my room, stripped down to my boxers, and fell into the soft mattress with a huge smile still plastered on my face. I seriously contemplated rubbing one out to the image of Diane's panty covered pussy as I recalled the overload of her blatant sexual innuendos. I ultimately decided to hold off, figuring there was a good chance that Mandy would be up soon and I'd be able to put this sexual energy to actual use.

To say my mind was cluttered with devious thoughts as I laid there would have been an understatement. Now couple that with the girls laughing and talking obnoxiously loud it was a shock that at some point I had managed to fall asleep.

The next thing I knew I was laying on my back, eyes wide open, mouth and throat drier than the desert. Mandy was laying next to me, snoring away. I knew even after getting some water there wasn't a chance that I was going to be able to fall back asleep with her sucking air like that.

I sat up, slipped on a shirt, and grabbed my pillow and a throw blanket before heading down stairs. After tossing my makeshift bed on the couch I took a piss, and than walked in the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

The TV in the guest room that Diane was supposed to be sleeping in was blaring loud. The door was cracked open and I could see that the light on the nightstand was still on.

I set the empty glass down and walked to the door, curious if Diane was still awake.

I peeked into the room and noticed her sleeping on the bed. I carefully pushed the door open and walked toward the TV on the wall and turned it off.

I turned around and just looked at her laying there. She was on her back, with her left leg hanging out from the comforter. I walked over to the nightstand to turn off the light when I did a double take at what I had seen resting on the floor. It was Diane's bra laying on her sundress.

A spark of curiosity got the better of me as I glanced back at Diane, the thought of her big tits lying just beneath that blanket. I bent over and picked up the bra feeling the inside of the smooth, large white cups that cradled her tits hours ago. I instinctively held it to my nose inhaling the unmistakable scent of her perfume.

The semi-curled tag on the thick strap read 38 DD. I turned back around and looked at her as my mind began to spool.

After setting the bra back on the dress I took a step toward the bed, and that's when the battle within me began. I knew the right thing to do, but that wasn't nearly as intriguing as the alternative.

I'd like to blame it on the fact that I was still buzzed and in a daze from just waking up, but that had nothing to do with it, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I simply couldn't pass up.

"Diane," I whispered.

"Diane," I said a little louder while giving her covered shoulder a slight shake.

She was out. My heart was about to beat out of my chest as I grabbed hold of the top corner of the blanket and ever so carefully began pulling it down. My nerves quickly got the better of me and I let it go.

"Diane," I said, expecting her eyes to open.

There was no reaction. I took a deep breath, and grabbed the comforter again, this time having the courage to pull it lower. There wasn't even the slightest change in her breathing as I began revealing the upper portion of her chest.

My dick was well beyond hard as I exposed more of her tan skin. That tan skin quickly transitioned to pale soft flesh as her right breast came into view. I paused, and looked over at her expressionless face.

My heart continued to pound as I resumed lowering the comforter more, gradually exposing the edge of her large dark areola. I was well past the point of no return as her thick puffy nipple came into view.