A Dream Vacation, Part I

“You won’t believe it, honey!” Mary cried, checking over the piece of paper one more time as she stood in the doorway, the morning sun pouring over her body like liquid gold.

Rob came out of the kitchen, morning coffee in hand, just waking up from a hard week at the office.

“What is it, babe?” He asked. ‘Babe’ was a hangover from when their relationship had been a lot more…physical than it was now. He still liked to use it, but the time when he felt like she was a babe – and she, him – had long passed.

“This competition! We just won our Dream Vacation!” Mary was thrilled, her short dark hair shaking back and forth as she jumped for joy. Rob hadn’t seen her this animated in years. He liked it. It reminded him of when they were younger. He still absolutely loved his wife, more than anything in the world, but their sex life since they’d had little Josh had gotten…well, “stale” was an understatement. They barely had sex at all these days. They were so tired from just living that they didn’t always feel like they were alive.

“Huh.” Murmured Rob, taking the envelope and running his eyes over the document. The prose was very excitable, but it did indeed seem like they’d won some kind of vacation. “Strange, I don’t remember entering this. Was this you?”

Mary giggled, shrugging girlishly. Rob smiled at her play acting. “I don’t know…I guess so? I enter a lot of this kind of thing.” She grinned, grabbing the paper back, and checking it over with shining eyes. “So I guess it must have been me!”

Rob smiled, taking a slug of morning coffee, feeling the energy slowly moving through him. This was weird, but it was early in the day, he was tired and also it was a free freakin’ holiday. There was no denying they could both do with it.

“Guess I’ll book in the babysitter, we’re going on vacation!”

Mary laughed and hugged him, staring up at him with shining eyes. He looked back, feeling like this was going to be a good trip.

**

The plane drifted low and lazily over the island below. No one had been able to tell Mary or Rob exactly where this place was, but it was somewhere tropical and as Rob leaned over Mary to press his nose against the window he could see sandy beaches, blue oceans and palm trees, and that was enough for him. It looked like paradise.

Also, though he was trying very hard not to notice, a lot of people on the plane were noticeably busty. The flight attendants all had very impressive racks, stuffed into their tight uniforms and blouses, which looked like they were going to pop open if they so much as breathed too deeply, but also a surprising number of the passengers had impressive chests. The woman on the other side of Rob had a very large pair of what looked like implants, stuffing her vest top with a deep and delicious array of cleavage that it took all of Rob’s resolve not to stare at with a thirsty longing.

He didn’t want Mary to notice, of course. She had small, modest b-cup breasts that looked ok with a push-up bra, but – and here was the issue – she wasn’t hugely in touch with her sexuality. Neither was Rob, to be fair, so they never really explored their desires. They’d had sex, of course, a plenty of it, but never anything very experimental – both their innermost lusts were kept under lock and key, and the fact that Rob was very turned on by these large-breasted women was something he tried very hard to keep to himself.

Mary was no fool, though. She saw him looking, saw him lusting, and the seeds of doubt and insecurity were sown in her mind. They were already there, of course – Mary had observed his desire for big tits on and off over the years, but she’d never had the kind of time and energy they both did now to notice it, and to properly acknowledge it. And with every bulging pair of breasts and heaving cleavage that Rob’s eyes glanced at, before flicking guiltily away, her feelings of inferiority grew.

When the plane landed, the woman next to Rob stood up to get her bag from the overhead compartment, and the sheer scale of her giant breasts was unveiled to him, swelling out like massive melons. Rob’s mouth went dry as he tried not to look as she stretched upwards to grab her bag, her shirt almost bursting off her giant chest as her balloon boobs warped the material. Rob grew painfully hard, and shifted in his seat to try and avoid looking like he had such an obvious boner.

Mary frowned as she turned away from the scene, looking out from the small plane onto the landing strip, cheered by the luxury resort sitting not far away from the tiny airport on this gorgeous island paradise. Hopefully these big-titted bimbos were all going to be elsewhere, in some slutty hotel for Hooters employees, Mary thought to herself, as she got up, grabbing her bags, making for the exit.

**

After a short taxi drive, where the gorgeous views of the island took Mary’s mind off the huge tits that apparently so enamored her darling husband, they pulled up to the front of the hotel. There wasn’t much else on this island, apart from some farms in the distance. Horses, Mary hoped. Everything else was beaches and palm trees – sun, sea and sand. Deep down, Mary kind of hoped for sex as well – things had been so dry for so long, she was craving some cock. Rob was a good husband, and a good man, but he hadn’t serviced her for such a long time, she was going round the bend. Maybe if she had bigger tits, he’d be fucking her more. The thought made her equal parts annoyed and turned on. He would have to be satisfied with what he had – and so did she! It wasn’t like Rob was some Adonis who could have anyone he wanted – he’d let himself go since they’d got married and had kids, just like she had. Life was hard, it always got in the way. At least she wasn’t drooling over every muscle-bound hunk with a massive cock that strode across her path.

That got her imagination firing, and she had to shake her head to remove the image of Rob with a huge dick and massive muscles from her mind’s eye. It was time to relax, not indulge in every idle thought that came into her mind. And so their lusts were pushed back down, held in the subconscious where they belonged. And where both halves of the couple hoped they would stay…

**

The resort turned out to be absolutely stunning – they were only there for the weekend, as per the terms of the competition, but it looked like they would be able to have a great stay in that time. They were checked into their room from an impressive, marble reception, by a very handsome bellhop who looked like he had an impressive figure under all that uniform. Mary found the longer she stayed here, the more she allowed her mind to wander. It wasn’t like it was going to do her any harm, either. Also, Rob had looked at the busty receptionist with her tight blouse, buttons straining once again to contain her considerable breasts, and Mary had felt a pang of jealousy. So if he wasn’t going to restrain himself, then neither would she.

Their room was huge, a massive, king-sized bed with huge windows that looked down over the beach, and a large, marble bathroom, with a huge bath and shower unit. Mary loved the feeling of the cool marble under her feet, and looked at the large white bath robe with a sense of deep relaxation and desire. She was surprisingly horny, given she’d just gotten off a big flight. Though the fact that she hadn’t had sex or rubbed one out for months was probably a fairly substantial contributing factor.

“Hey hubby.” She smiled, walking back into the bedroom to find Rob unpacking his suitcase, his back to her.

“Hey babe.” He smiled, pecking her on the cheek as she leaned in to embrace him.

They kissed, a little awkwardly, but it still felt nice to have the human contact. Mary was acutely aware the passion wasn’t exactly raging, but that was just the way it was. Maybe they just needed some loosening up?

“Hey, how about we grab a drink?” Mary suggested, hoping a little booze would lead to some holiday action.

“Sounds great.” Rob smiled.

**

As soon as they stepped into the bar, Mary knew she’d made a terrible mistake.

“Good evening, like, how can I help you guys?” Smiled the blonde barmaid.

“For fuck’s sake.” Mary whispered under her breath as she eyed the huge pair of tits rising up and down on this bimbo’s slender frame. They were stuffed inside another tight button blouse, with a waistcoat impossibly strapped over them. The effect was of an outfit that looked like it was at least two sizes too small, which only served to accentuate her giant rack and narrow waist. Rob’s eyes practically popped out of his head.

“I’ll grab a beer.” He smiled, sidling up the bar, grinning easily, his gut resting on the counter as he sat on a stool.

Mary sat next to him, looking at this blonde beauty as she poured the beer, her teeth perfectly white, her long blonde hair immaculate, her make up beautifully applied, her breasts large and succulent, bursting forth from their tight prison. Mary tried not to think about it, but she found this idiot irritatingly sexy.

“So, like, what do you do?” The bimbo continued, almost knocking over a stack of glasses with her bouncing rack.

“I’m a professor, he’s an accountant.” Mary replied primly, taking her own seat, drawing attention away from the woman whose large, plump breasts had so enraptured her husband.

“Oh cool, so you’re, like, super smart.”

It wasn’t a question, but the woman’s voice raised a little at the end of the sentence, suggesting a certain doubt in what she was saying. It made Mary’s blood boil.

“I am, as it happens.” (and you wouldn’t catch me working bar) she didn’t say. But how she wanted to. She knew it would just piss off Rob, and ruin any chance they had of sex, so she held her tongue.

“Chemistry, since you asked. And I’ll have a gin and tonic. You know what – make it a double.”

“Like, cool.” The woman smiled, turning her bountiful breasts to Mary, preparing her drink and placing it in front of her. Her tits almost pressed into the beer taps, and Mary found herself wanting the bartender with the big breasts to lean forwards, rubbing them on the taps, giving them a little tit-fucking, allowing the condensation to get her shirt nice and wet, making her nipples hard and ready to fuck-

“What do you think, babe?” Rob was asking, and Mary blushed, realizing she had completely zoned out, thinking about this woman’s giant rack.

“About what?” Mary asked, her focus pulling back to the room.

“What’s the best Avengers movie? Crystal loves ‘em.” Rob smiled, gesturing over to the pair of breasts on legs who had just pulled out some gum and started chewing.

“Of course Crystal does.” Mary smiled, with no joy in her words. “Another G&T please. Make it a” – she looked at Crystal’s heaving chest, which was rising up and down with every breath she took, look like it was going to burst a button any second – “large.”

**

Mary slept fitfully that night. She was drunk, for a start, and she barely drank these days, but also thoughts of this strange, busty resort full of big-titted bimbos flooded her mind, causing her to feel strange, lusty feelings that she knew she ought not to, and chief of them all was the huge pair of tits strapped to Crystal, tits that Mary knew Rob idolized, and that deep down she wanted for herself. But it was so hard to admit it, so hard to say that she wanted to big a big-breasted bimbo whose hardest challenge in life was to rank superhero movies.

Mary tossed and turned in the room. It was cooled by a state-of-the-art air conditioning system, but even so she was hot. Her body felt sweaty and prickly, and so very, very horny. All her desires were bubbling inside her, and she felt herself wanting cock so badly she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she just needed to be a bit more like Crystal. Less demanding, more sexual. In her sleep-addled state, Mary imagined them as one and the same, Crystal’s large, full breasts on her flat, plump frame, and she imagined her body changing, and that Rob wanted to shove his dick inside her again and again.

And before she knew it, she was awake and on top of Rob, who she was imagining as the muscular bellhop from yesterday, and she was whispering for him to wake up.

“Like, I want your cock, Robbie.” She never called him Robbie. Her jaw moved a little, like she was chewing gum.

He opened his eyes with a grunt, to see his wife on top of him, wearing a snug vest top and little shorts, all of which seemed a little small for her, and he immediately grew hard at the suggestion of secret night sex. It had been a long time for him as well.

“You look great.” He murmured, unable to see his wife properly in the dim light, but aware that a curvy beauty was on top of him, her supple body bulging in all the right places. He ran his hands over her tits, and loved how large and full they felt. It didn’t make sense, but Rob was almost asleep, and this felt too good to argue with. Mary moaned, placing his hands over her breasts, which she thought were larger than she remembered, but were, like, nowhere near as big as Crystal’s, which was the size she wanted.

She ran her hands over Rob’s body, finding it more toned than she was used to, which was somehow what she expected. This was the vacation of dreams, after all, so it was only natural that she was enjoying hers. And in this dream, she wanted her breasts bigger, as big as Crystal’s, the huge tits that her husband was enjoying. She wanted those breasts, wanted her husband’s attention, and so she imagined it so. She imagined her breasts growing larger, slowly swelling bigger and bigger, filling up and out, growing out on her chest, stretching outwards, stuffing her vest top, creating a luscious dip of cleavage, thick and inviting enough for a big cock to slide between.

She moved down onto Rob’s crotch, pulling off his underwear, which felt surprisingly snug over his average-sized dick, and was surprised to see how substantial it felt in her hands. He moaned as she kissed and licked it, and then grunted in pleasure as she took him in her mouth, somehow getting the whole big shaft inside her throat, sliding up and down and guzzling on that meaty shaft. And, because she dreamed it, she made her breasts grow all the time, insisting that they expand to be as big as Crystal’s. No, bigger. And they did grow, bulging outwards, pressing into Rob’s legs as they expanded, large and swollen and heavy, until they were big enough: engorged DDs ready to envelope Rob’s cock.

And then she removed his dick from her mouth, and slid it between her breasts, tit fucking him like she’d been doing it all her life, even though this was the first time she ever had breasts large enough to do. And her brain felt all strange and fuzzy, like there was stuff that didn’t make sense, but then she realized how good it felt to have this large cock pinned between her large tits, which were gripping it tighter and tighter as they expanded, and Mary knew she wanted her breasts to be huge to please her man, because he had a large dick, so it only made sense that she had large breasts, and then as she moaned with pleasure as her breasts swelled to even larger, heavier heights, Rob grunted with bestial desire as his cock exploded with cum, the hot, thick load splashing all over Mary’s big new breasts. She purred with contentment, releasing the dick from its fleshy prison, and rubbing the cum over her boobs. She was dimly aware her breasts were much, much bigger than she was used to, but it didn’t really seem like a problem. She was a smart woman with a PHD, she could figure out what was going on in the morning. For now, it was time to enjoy the cum on her fat tits and get some sleep. For some reason she was exhausted. But very satisfied, and very, very happy.

And this time, when Mary went to sleep, she didn’t dream.

To BE continued…