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.
