The Visit – Part 1

The house was quiet now as I walked slowly up the stairs. I had never lived in this house with my wife before our divorce some years ago and it was untidy. The only reason I was here now was due to the hotel messing up my booking. I was in the city to visit my daughters Kim and Mary who were both teenagers now but the hotel had double booked my room and was now full. And being in the city which was not my home town I needed somewhere to stay for the two nights I was in town. And because I really had no other choice I had to ask my first wife if I could stay, which she had happily agreed to. Our break-up like most had not been a happy one some 10 years before and whilst we were on friendly terms I had a feeling that she still held feelings for me although I had remarried in the meantime but subsequently and recently divorced again. Not the best track record I know but all my fault.

Carol, my first wife was young and a virgin when we married, she being 18 to my 19 and our sex life was less than satisfying as was living with her. At that age she had the body of an angel with long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect smile but most of all her 34, 23, 34 figure was incredible as were her DD cups which I suppose how been my first attraction to her. They say you should fall in love with more than one thing and in my case I did, two incredible big soft breasts. But our inexperience showed and we never really hit it off in bed and that amongst other things led to our break-up following the births of our two lovely daughters, now aged 19 and 17.

And so I had arrived at her untidy house and she had made me a coffee as we chatted and I looked at her. Unlike the beautiful creature I had married all those years ago, and although she still had gorgeous big brown eyes she had put on some weight in the years and her breasts were now even larger than I had seen. And she took great pride in telling me that whilst I was welcome to stay I would need to sleep on the couch and she was going out for the evening with a friend and wouldn’t be back until late. I watched as she disappeared upstairs before reappearing in a slinky long dress that had a slit up the side and seemed to cling to her plump body with the neckline leaving little to the imagination as to how big her breasts now were.