Many years ago while speaking at an event, I became friends with someone that would eventually become like a little brother to me. He and his wife were in their mid twenties at the time, with a couple of children, and she was still nursing the newest addition to the family when we met. I remember watching intently, as she leaned over the stroller, and got an amazing down blouse view of her smallish but soft and saggy, milky tits dangling down. I thought about that image that night, as I jerked off in bed to the picture in my head.
Jaime was my best friend's wife so I was never really interested in her, but she liked to talk with me when I was in town. I was on a TV show in the city close to where they lived, so I would stay with them when I had more than a day or so of filming. She would openly state that she could talk to me about things, and Joey seemed to understand that, so it was never an issue; not like she was hitting on me or the other way around. We were just friends who could talk about things.
I will admit, however, that had she not been taken, I would have been extremely interested in fucking or even having a relationship with her. She was still young and rather attractive, and those squishy tits had to be a wonderful squeeze. A few years passed, and they had two more kids, but the youngest one seemed to be a little slower than usual, so Joey was rather protective of his youngest son. Not a helicopter mind you, but he still had concerns about the little guy's safety.
One morning, after spending the night before embarking on the six hour drive home, I awakened to the sound of Joey's angry voice emanating from the register in the floor. They lived in an old mill house, and the metal duct work was acting like an old sailing ship's speaking tubes. I could clearly hear him berating Jaime for not paying attention to the baby, who had climbed out of the playpen.
"I'm sorry!" she said in a contrite voice. "I was getting dressed. I only turned my back for a minute or so."
"A minute or so is all it took for him to leave your sight!" Joey yelled. "What if he got hurt? This isn't the first time Jaime! I've had it with you! I want you out of here! You suck as a mother, and I want you gone!"
With that, I hastily threw my clothes on and headed for their room. Joey was clearly enraged over this, and I was beginning to fear he might hit her if I didn't intervene. I knocked on the door, and a moment later my friend opened it; his face red with anger.
"I couldn't help but hear what's going on." I explained. "Your voices were coming from the heating duct. Is everything okay?"
"No!" Joey snapped. "She let the baby out of her sight again. This isn't the first time either. She's been acting really stupid lately, and it's getting worse. I want her the fuck out of this house."
"Come on, Brother." I said gently. "You're worked up, I know, but you can't mean that."
"I damn sure do!" he shouted. "She always talks to you about her problems; maybe you can figure out what's wrong with her. I'm done. If you want her, you can have her."
"But she's your wife!" I protested. "You can't just give her away like that."
Jaime was crying at this point, not knowing what was going to happen to her.
"I sure can!" Joey retorted. "I don't want her anymore, and I'm giving her to you if you want her. Do you want her?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to have her stuck out with no place to go." I replied. "She can stay with me, I guess, if you're really throwing her out."
"I am, and she's yours." Joey stated. "Mi wife is su wife."
He turned to Jamie.
"I'm giving you to Jack. You're his property now. You do what he tells you from here on out. You are no longer my wife; our marriage is over."
I was stunned. Never before, had I witnessed anything like this in my entire life. Jaime was sobbing hysterically at this point, and all I could do was shake my head.
"Brother, you can't mean that." I said as gently as I could. "She's your wife and the mother of your children."
"Not anymore. She's yours now. Do what you want with her. Just take my wife, please. Before I do something I might regret."
At that point, I figured the best thing to do was get Jaime out of there as quickly as I could, before this escalated into something worse.
"Okay." I replied. "She'll need to pack her stuff up."
"I'll take care of that right now!" Joey growled.
He marched into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of large garbage bags, and proceeded to dump her clothes into them, followed by her bathroom items.
"Here you go!" he stated, thrusting everything at me. "I'll pack the rest of her shit up and call you in a couple of weeks if you want to come back down and get it."
"Yeah, I'll come pick it up." I responded as professionally as I could.
"Please make sure you give me everything that's mine." Jaime pleaded tearfully. "My Christmas ornaments belonged to my grandmother. My music boxes too."
"In one piece too, please." I added.
"I hate her, not her stuff." Joey muttered. "Just get the stupid bitch out of my house, okay? Oh, and take her fucking coffee mug too! What a waste of money that was."
I sighed and nodded, taking what appeared to be a large silver stein of sorts.
"C'mon Jaime," I said, holding my hand out, "we'll figure this out."
We both picked up a couple of the trash bags and carried them outside. I loaded them into the back of my car, and poor Jaime got into the passenger's side. She buried her face in her hands as we left; unable to watch her house and kids disappearing from view.
"I'm sorry, Jaime." I said as gently as I could, placing my right hand over her left. "I don't know what's come over him."
"I don't know either." she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I don't know what's wrong with me, either. I can't remember things anymore. Simple things, Jack, like forgetting to feed the kids or making Joey his breakfast."
I put my arm around her, and pulled her gently toward me. Jaime leaned against me and laid her pretty blonde head on my shoulder. Her top was a little loose, and from this angle I could clearly see down inside of her shirt. She was braless, and her tits were just as soft and squishy as I remembered, and seemed to have gotten even saggier, if that were somehow possible.
I hadn't had my typical morning jerkoff yet, and I immediately became aroused at the sight of her deflated, stretch marked breasts. My dick was stiffening uncomfortably, when Jaime suddenly noticed the bulge in my jeans. She realized I was looking down her blouse and stared at me in surprise.
"You were looking down my shirt!" she exclaimed.
"Yes." I admitted. "Sorry. Your tits are just so adorable, I couldn't help but notice."
"And run off the road while staring at them." she retorted. "Pull over."
