My wife Teresa and I have been married for 21 years. We're in a good place in life -- good jobs, two wonderful children, and a reasonably active sex life. At 44 years old, we're both in good shape; Teresa has nearly-black medium-length hair, brown eyes, and the most sensuous lips a woman can have; a little exercise has kept her slim body in good tone, and her medium-sized boobs are still firm.
We have in-laws that live fairly close by -- my wife's sister and brother-in-law (Annie and Mike) live about two hours away, and our children are very fond of them. As a result, we visit quite often. This is about one of those visits.
We'd been at Annie and Mike's for about a day and a half. We'd eaten out the night before and gone shopping for the kids that morning. Back at the house, the kids had headed for a playground down the street, and the adults were relaxing in front of the TV with some unmemorable movie on DVD. It was mid-February, and the house had a bit of a chill. My wife and Mike were on the couch with a blanket across the two of them, sharing it with my in-laws' three lap dogs. I was on a big, cushy leather chair in a sweatshirt, while Annie was in the chair next to me, a small blanket across her legs. Annie almost always wears tight shirts without a bra while at home, showing off a set of spectacular boobs of which she is rightly proud -- that they're largely the work of her plastic surgeon really doesn't matter. Both Mike and Annie are in excellent shape, and I've had many fantasies about what Annie and I might do together. As often happens, I spent as much time glancing at her boobs as I spent watching TV -- the chill was doing a wonderful job of keeping her nipples perky. The sun was shining through a huge den window, and we were all pretty relaxed.