Nora Ch. 01

Out of the Bra and Into the Fire

A little background on a great life that just got even better. My wife is gorgeous and has a great body, but you would never notice it. She grew up in a very strict Christian home and still holds to many of the values that were instilled in her in those days. She's one of those very meek, plain, and conservative women that look like a homeschool kid who just got taller and grew some boobs. Her typical decor is very light makeup, if any at all, a loose fitting shirt that doesn't even approach showing any cleavage, and a long skirt that often is all the way down to her ankles. She's fairly pale, with just a light natural tan. She keeps her hair long and straight, it's natural chestnut color and shine popping despite her near inattention to it after combing it out in the mornings. Even her name, Nora, fits the narrative.

Her values also apply in the bedroom. She was raised to view sex as a purely utilitarian activity with the sole purpose of conception. There's no experimentation, and the idea of anything kinky is completely out of the realm of possibility most of the time. Blowjobs are a non starter as they don't fulfill the mandate of conception as the only goal of sex. With all of that said, her body is phenomenal. Fit, tight, curves in all the right places. I'm 30, she's 28, and despite just having our 3rd child about 6 weeks ago you would never know she had been pregnant if we weren't dragging him along with us everywhere we go.

Nora is about 5'7". Her eyes are hazel and sparkle at all times. Her smile is brilliant, overwhelming everything else around her when it makes its appearance. She's modest, but her body is lean and strong. I'm the only one who sees it, but her perfect ass could stop traffic and her thighs are smooth and strong, reaching their peak sensuality when she crosses her legs. She's not muscular, but her stomach is flat and firm, her arms are sinewy from working with three little ones all the time and the seriousness that she approaches her desired housework and gardening.

The real prize though, are her tits. They're a full C cup, actually probably a small D cup, but like everything else she doesn't show them off and wears full coverage D cup bras that have a little room in them. Her nipples have grown to probably half an inch when erect due to the kids sucking on them over the last several years. She produces ridiculous amounts of milk, so much that she donates bottles weekly to a local organization that distributes them to mothers who struggle to produce enough and can't afford formula. Even so, they're still as firm as the day I finally got to see them. Most of the time, that's all I get to do, but on rare occasions she actually gets so into our lovemaking that she lets me suck on them for a few minutes before she gets back under control and puts an end to it. Those brief, fleeting moments are worth it though.

While we don't always agree on everything, we do share the same basic beliefs. I trust her to take care of the day-to-day things with the kids and she doesn't complain at all that I work extra hours to provide since it was her idea to be a homemaker. It actually works quite well, even if it's not the social norm anymore. Nora is adored within our circles and gets along well with people of all walks of life despite her preferences. I've seen her strike up a conversation at the local coffee shop effortlessly with a young couple whose lifestyles were clearly a few standard deviations away from our own, and end with a hug and well wishes all around. It's fascinating to see from this otherwise nondescript woman whom I believe most people in public are barely even aware of.

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Our oldest is in her third year as part of our homeschool co-op, and this is where the story really begins to unfold. Nora was the centerpiece to this group of mostly moms. She organized everything, was the life of the party as much as there was one, and despite never showing it off I think she understood that she was the hot one. And she really was the hot one. The others were varying degrees of what you probably expect from a group of women and men like that. Frumpy, prone to only associating with their own bizarre cultural bubble, and determined to enforce their view of the world in the most minute and legalistic manner possible. That's where Chantel comes onto the scene and slowly, brazenly disrupts everything.

Chantel was so many things that didn't fit the mold that I'm still not sure how she became part of the group. She was a single mom, and even though she wouldn't discuss it the group gossip was that she was divorced. She seemed younger than most of the moms there, leading the gossips to construct stories about how she probably had the kid out of wedlock, suckered the guy into marrying her, and then couldn't keep a man with the way she flaunted herself everywhere. And she did flaunt herself, at least compared to the rest of the group.

She was maybe an inch shorter than Nora and had a superbly fit body that she clearly worked at. I can say that because there were times where she would show up to pick her kid up on days when we were hosting the co-op wearing ultra tight workout clothes and still glistening with sweat. She often showed up wearing a skirt or shorts that barely covered her ass. Her tops rarely concealed anything above the areolas, showing enough jiggle to confirm that they were real while also suggesting impressive firmness. And she was busty. Maybe a bit less so than Nora, but she was stacked. Her tan belied her multiethnic background, her naturally sultry and smoky appearance, and her willingness to enhance it. Her glossy black hair simply completed the picture in the most perfect of ways. I tried not to compare them, but when I heard that she also had an infant still on the tit, I wondered just how firm she was compared to my wife.

I had never wondered this about another woman before. Most women in Nora's league were not part of our social circle and rarely observed for more than a few fleeting moments before life moved on. The other women in the group were clearly inferior. Seeing how Nora minimized her assets, I feel comfortable in that conclusion as I've unintentionally trained myself to discern what's really there. Maybe the biggest issue was how naturally flirtatious the newcomer seemed to be. Like most of the men I tried to discount it but the women were increasingly furious, led by my wife who I think was subconsciously bothered by being upstaged a bit.

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Despite all that I've said so far, Chantel was sweet and as far as I know never actually made a play for any of the men in the group. When we did couples get togethers, she always showed up with someone different, but none of them were the kind of douchebag bros that you would pick up at a bar. All of them were good guys who had good jobs and could hold a conversation on just about any topic. Chantel was actually more reserved in her appearance around them than she was the homeschool group which I think actually angered the jealous women even more.

Over the weeks and months, we began to learn more and more about the new woman. Her husband, whom she married right out of high school, was an Army Ranger who was killed in a training accident just a few months before she appeared in our circle. Her oldest child was born 10 months after her wedding date, putting to rest one of the most persistent rumors among the clucking hens. She was a dancer and cheerleader in high school and a yoga and fitness instructor now, explaining her clothing from time to time and the fit, athletic frame she showed off most of the time. You would think that would squelch the potential issues, or at least buy her some leeway, but understanding and sympathy were nowhere to be found.

The tipping point happened one evening when we were hosting the co-op again and Chantel had car trouble after work that made her later than usual for her pickup. Nora acted compassionate outwardly, offering to feed Chantel's oldest and have him start working on that day's homework with our children, but I could see her fuming as she spoke to the other mom over the phone. When the younger mom finally showed up, she was still dressed in her workout clothes from work. The kids were still in another room working together on their lessons, and before I could summon Chantel's child I heard the first words that sent events spiraling towards their inevitable outcome.

"If you're going to be so late, couldn't you at least have the decency to cover up instead of flaunting yourself in front of my husband?"

"Excuse me? I'm wearing what I wear to work every day. Just because you're some frigid prude that doesn't mean I'm going to dress like it's 1852 just to come pick my kid up."

"Well, maybe that's why your situation is what it is."

"And what is my situation you judgmental shrew?"

"A different man with you every time someone feels sorry enough to invite you to something with the other parents. Maybe if you didn't advertise the goods like a billboard you'd be able to get someone interested enough to stick around."

I had never heard Nora talk to someone this way before. Before Chantel I hadn't even really heard her talk about someone this way. I thought about stepping forward to intervene as the younger mom stepped up to my wife like she was going to go nose-to-nose with her, but I stopped just as suddenly as Chantel stopped due to the impediment that kept the woman from getting in each other's faces.

Four big, beautiful breasts squared off and kept the women at a distance. Chantel looked down quickly, looked over at me and saw me gulp at the sight of the compressed bosoms, and then returned her gaze to Nora with a feral grin emerging on her face.

"Oh, so that's what this is really about, isn't it? Even though you're a frigid little prude, you've always gotten to enjoy having the biggest boobs in your little group and you don't like being replaced. I bet Scott's a tit man and you like that, even though you probably don't even let him enjoy them very often. You're scared that now that he's seen a better pair he won't want your ugly, fat boobies anymore. Don't worry Nora, if I wanted your man I would have taken him by now, but I'm not that type of woman. I respect what you two have even if it's not for me, but if you insult me or insinuate things about me again I'm going to show both of you just how much better my rack is than yours. Scotty, get over here and get your wife out of my way before I squash her flat."

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Nora was furious. She was actually shaking when I finally got Chantel's son out of the house and went to check on her. She sat at the edge of our bed with tears starting to form in her eyes, barely able to blink them back when she saw me. Try as I may, there was no calming her down, so I tended to the kids until they were off to bed giving the excuse that mommy isn't feeling well. After tucking the last one in, and making sure the little one had a bottle and burp, I cautiously made my way to the bedroom completely unsure of what to expect.

Of the various options running through my mind, none of them was what I walked in on. There was Nora in a bra and panty set I had never seen before. No, it wasn't some stunningly skimpy, erotic thrill set, but it wasn't the same old thing either. Still a simple white, the bra actually fit her properly and showed a little bit of the top of her cleavage. It was conservative for most women her age, and most women her bust size, but it was a departure from the full coverage I had always seen her wear before. The panties were also a plain white, and while they also weren't daring for most women, they showed a hint of the curve at the bottom of her perfectly shaped cheeks. Not knowing what to say, I simply closed the door and sat on the bed.

"I sent her a text, apologizing for what I said."

"Is everything okay then?"

"No. She wasn't accepting of the apology. Said she wanted to teach me a lesson."

"Well, it's still fairly soon afterwards. Maybe she just needs a little more time to cool off."

"I called her, hoping that I could convince her that I was truly sorry. She said she believed me, but she didn't care. That women like me have always looked down on her even though she was a good wife and mother, and she wasn't going to put up with it anymore."

"She didn't threaten you, did she?"

"Not exactly. She started talking about our boobs again and how she's so sure that hers are better. She said that she knows it, I know it, and you know it, but she won't be satisfied until she proves it."

"Honey, yours are the best and I already know that. You know how hard I try to get at them all the time. There's nothing that could possibly change my mind."

"I know, but she struck a nerve that I didn't know was there. I have always been proud of them even though I don't shove them in everyone's face all the time. I would never have admitted it, but something about that woman really gets under my skin and makes me rethink some things." Supposedly changing topics she continued, "Oh, um, Saturday night we'll keep little Brandon here while Erin and Sarah stay with my mother. Maybe have some us time."

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Nothing could have prepared me for that night. Our two older kids left with my stepmother for a night of being spoiled the way grandkids should be, and I became cautiously optimistic that I was getting some with the little signs of affection that Nora was showing me that were different from the norm. I was actually starting to think that I needed to thank Chantel for that little confrontation with my wife that apparently got her out of her shell a little bit. I had no idea just how far out of that shell she would come that night.

The doorbell rang around 8pm, probably 90 minutes after we had finished dinner. Not more than 10 minutes earlier Nora had excused herself to go upstairs and said she would be back in a few minutes. I got up to answer the door and was dumbfounded to see Chantel there, dressed in her typical workout clothing, carrying her youngest in a car seat.

"Can I come in Scott?"

I had just stared at her at first, trying to make sense of why she was there, and forgot to invite her in. "Of course, come right in." There, I actually said the right thing. Now there was the other thing I needed to say. "What brings you by tonight, Chantel?" I honestly had no clue, mostly because the answer was so absurd that even if I had thought of it I would have been mortified to verbalize it and be wrong.

"Good, it looks like Nora kept her big mouth shut the way I asked her to."

No sooner had she said that I heard my wife entering the room behind me. I turned and saw her looking just like she had before which was the same way she always looked. Loose fitting top, long skirt, very little makeup. Just like always. Except, as I think back on it, it looked like her cheeks might be flushed a bit.

"Hi Chantel, glad you could make it. You can follow us upstairs and put Jordan down in the extra crib."

With that she turned and began walking upstairs with me following dumbly behind her. Okay, she set up the extra crib which explains why her cheeks were flushed, but I couldn't figure out why she set up the extra crib? What in the world was going on? Chantel put her little one down in the crib and Nora told me to give them a minute, so I stepped out of the room. Just a few seconds later my wife joined me in the hallway and led me back downstairs to our living room. I asked her what was happening and she simply told me to wait a minute and I would find out. And find out I did. Chantel walked down the stairs with one of our baby monitors in hand, set it down on an end table, and began to inform me of the reason she was there.

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"Your wife is the same kind of woman who has always crapped all over me, and tonight it stops. She tried to weasel out of this, thinking I was dumb enough to believe her apology was sincere, but it was too late and I wasn't going to take no for an answer. She's a snobby, arrogant, condescending prude who acts like her shit doesn't stink, and I'm going to teach her a lesson tonight. She's so proud of those fat boobs she doesn't even have the courage to show off, but mine are better and tonight I'm going to use mine to slap hers silly until she begs me to stop. This isn't over until the winner accepts the loser's submission. You're going to get to see something special tonight, and after I win you're going to see something else special, isn't that right Nora.?"

"Honey, she wouldn't take no for an answer and I figured this was better than pulling hair and punching each other in the face. This loose whore wouldn't settle for anything else and she made an offer I couldn't refuse. If she beats me, she gets to breastfeed both infants in front of me and you, and can come over and feed Brandon in front of us any time she wants. When I beat her, and I will, she's taking her kid out of the homeschool group and disappearing from all of our lives. You've always told me how great my breasts are, and tonight you're going to see me prove it just this once. Now stay out of it until it's over."

The next thing that happened truly shocked me, even more than the words I was still trying to process. Nora quickly tied her long, chestnut hair into a ponytail, and then began to disrobe. First, she took off her skirt, revealing a black thong that was actually modest for a thong but was impossibly daring for my wife. She then quickly took off her shirt to reveal a tight, lacy black bra that lifted her boobs and showed a canyon of cleavage that she had never accentuated before. Noticing my slack jawed stare she allowed herself a blush and a smile before releasing the front clasp of the bra and sliding it off, revealing her large, firm breasts with her nipples at full erection. I wish I could recount Chantel's initial reaction to the sight, but I was barely aware that the sultry fitness mom was still in the room. That lack of awareness changed pretty quickly.

"Wow. Those are almost perfect. Too bad for you though, because mine are perfect and they're going to milk your fat udders and leave them hanging all the way down to the floor."

There was a venom beginning to be uncovered in the single mom's voice, but the almost lusty glare was one filled with confidence that what she was saying was true. Without ceremony or flair, the younger mom began to disrobe as well. She peeled down her yoga pants, exposing two very strong looking legs with a muscular ass that looked stronger than Nora's but not as attractive. Her tiny emerald green thong was barely visible in front or back, allowing as much perfectly tanned flesh to be exposed as possible without technically being naked. The low cut top came off next, revealing a matching bra that barely restricted the large globes that would soon be assaulting my wife's pair. She then reached behind her back with both arms, causing her breasts to bulge obscenely against their confinement, and released the clasp before quickly covering the bra cups with her hands and leaving her boobs temporarily covered. A quick look to me, accompanied by a wink, preceded the dropping of the bra to the floor and the arching of the back to make them appear as intimidating as possible.

Chantel wasn't lying about her own breasts being gorgeous. They were definitely a full C cup as well, but to my untrained eye they seemed slightly smaller and less full than my wife's. They were devoid of tan lines, or even the hint of slightly lighter flesh, giving insight into her tanning habits. The nipples were, much like the flesh, significantly darker than my wife's but they also appeared a bit shorter and less full than Nora's. The younger woman's tits also seemed to sit slightly lower on her chest, but not enough to think of it as a real advantage for either pair. The primary physical differences between the women were their skin tone and muscularity. Nora was strong, fit, and lean, but Chantel was more defined everywhere, the evidence of her job being more focused on tone than Nora's daily activities that were more functional for developing solid strength. I had no idea if that would play a role in things, but I was so laser focused on the absurd situation in front of me that my every sense seemed heightened to a level never achieved before or since.