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-- DING - DONG --

"Oh here come the first guests...Where the hell is Tim...?"

Those were the thoughts of Candy, the twenty eight year old woman who hurried to the front door, greeting ecstatically the couple who had just arrived. She smiled, motioning them in just as she began eyeing the bottle of wine in their hands. This may seem rude, that is the fact that Candy was more excited of the idea of drinking some white wine, rather than to spend time with her guests. Be sure to keep in mind that they weren't really her friends. They were acquaintances of hers, people who Tim - her husband - had somehow convinced to purchase an overpriced home a couple of blocks down the hill from their place. In fact, this whole little party that they were hosting in their home was one of Tim's attempts of networking, to somehow get more connections to sell even more homes to people who, quite frankly, couldn't afford them. She sighed a little when the door bell rang again; more guests arriving without any help from her husband. Candy hated situations like these, ones where anxiety could cause her to have a small panic attack every so often. She wasn't much of a social butterfly and the second the opportunity would show itself, she'd be gone somewhere to sip some wine and read a book by herself.

Speaking of which, it didn't take too long before her phone vibrated in her pocket. Excusing herself for just a moment, she got up and saw the text message coming from Tim.

"Sorry babe, almost there. Chad decided to tag along, I hope that's okay."

"Oh god no." she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. Chad was the bane of her existence.

Not that she gave any sign of it though. Chad was some sort of higher up at Tim's and honestly, did help her husband out of a few rough spots. Not to mention, Candy was much too polite and timid, sometimes for her own good. She'd just sort of push aside the remarks she'd get from Chad, although in the back of her mind she fantasized about really telling him off! It bothered her so much that despite the fact that they never really spent much time with each other, that he was always all over her...or more specially, around Candy's absolutely massive breasts.

Those were one of the reasons as to why Candy was such a timid person. Her breasts, which she constantly attempted to hide with sweaters, long sleeves and blouses, were huge. She still wasn't use to it, having been a flat chested woman for most of her life. It wasn't until she was about twenty two that she had a late growth spurt, slowly developing until her breasts were a whopping 30K cup (or 32K, which depended on what company the bra came from). This would always get in the way of her day to day life, whether it was the fact that her chest was responsible of knocking down quite a few vases since they moved in here, or the fact that people would always comment about it. Not to her face, but especially on Instagram, where even the most modest of pictures would get a few lewd comments.

Especially from Chad.

For example, there was a picture that she'd had taken with Tim, some time ago before she dyed her hair into the lighter shade it was now. She was off, admiring a view during their trip to Hollywood, when Tim decided that it was a great picture. She saw no problem uploading this to Instagram, when a few minutes later she read the message:


To which Chad commented: "No binoculars needed for that view. ;) ;)"

Tim didn't seem to care, or at least did a very good job pretending that he didn't. Truth be told, she was sure that Tim just wasn't brave enough to do anything about it...

-- DING - DONG --

Knowing that it was going to be them, Candy made her way to the door, almost hesitantly. She took a deep breath, eyeing herself for a moment. Nothing revealing; besides the pair of jeans and her undergarments, all that she was wearing a sweater that although had a tiny bit of cleavage (in fact, her necklace sort of 'fell' in between her massive mounds), it wasn't anything too crazy. At least, besides the fact that the material looked a bit stretched.

Opening the door, she greeted her husband and then...

Chad.

"Hey Chad!" she said, faking a bit of hospitality, as she moved in for a quick kiss on the cheek greeting.
 
Chad had to from at her fake exuberance at seeing, and he didn't care. As she leaned in for a kiss Chad opened his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders lightly pressing the two near beachball sized tits against his hard chest. At the first contact, his cock hardened and tented his slacks out impressively.

She was aiming for a cheek kiss but Chad turned his face slightly, and the corner of her mouth pressed against the corner of his mouth. It was not much of a taste, but it was a tiny taste of the splendor he imagined fucking her would be.

And now, unbeknownst to her, Tim made a water regarding her. For a two week window, Chad had a green light to so I if he could convince Candy to sleep with him. No problem.

He held out a bottle of Candy's favorite wine, already chilled, and said, "Let Tim man the door, and let's have a bottle of wine."
 
Candy was shocked, to say the least, when she felt the corner of Chad's lips press against her own. It wasn't a full-on kiss, but enough that she was sure that he'd taste the slight flavor of her strawberry lip balm. The young woman panicked, staring off at Tim who might have not even seen what just happened. After all, he was standing there, looking at the floor, even as his "friend" held onto Candy for a moment, his strong hands around her shoulder, most definitely pressing her (and her massive chest) against him. Still, Candy wasn't sure of what to think of it; it could have been an accident, after all...

"Let Tim man the door, and let's have a bottle of wine."

She glanced again at her husband, hoping that he'd do something. Afterwards, she couldn't even fathom why Tim not only didn't object, but nodded and said:

"Right, honey you should have a glass of wine."

"Are you...sure?" Candy replied, with emphasis on the last word. Tim shrugged while Candy then sighed, going along with Chad towards the kitchen.
 
Chad followed Candy toward the kitchen his eyes following her gently swaying ads. He could not wait to see her naked, surely it was an amazing site to behold, and hold.

Their kitchen was spacious with a marble topped island in the middle cutting the room in two. Chad opened the wine, and poured the two of them a glass of wine and he waited until Candy tasted it. Despite the scowl at being with him, which gave Chad a wry amused smile, her eyes lit up at the taste of the wine.

"Good, hunh?"

After she responded he took another sip and made small talk, almost innocuously while they sipped wine and people came and went from the kitchen. It was pure charm he exuded, keeping his eyes on her face and conversation on the small talk subjects.

As he poured the last of the bottle for her, he said, "You remember that photographer friend I told you about?"

After she nodded , "He can for you this weekend, specifically Saturday morning. Interested? I think Tim is okay with it.:
 
"That Chad...honestly..." Candy thought to herself, sipping the white wine shortly after Chad poured her a glass.

"Why does he think of himself as such a hot shot?"

True, Chad had a comfy job bossing people around the workplace, but that obviously wasn't the source of his confidence. Candy tried to put her finger on it, and if she had to take a wild guess that it would be that maybe Chad got his way with a lot of women. He did, after all, have a bit of charm to him and sometimes even got to her. He was good looking, even if he was maybe twenty years older than Candy; he was fit, tall and had a muscular body. Not like a bodybuilder or anything, but if she had to take a guess, she would say that maybe twenty or so years ago that he was a start quarterback or something...

"Good, hunh?"

That interrupted her thoughts and she nodded simply, before saying "Yep, this is some really good stuff.". She put her feelings about his personality aside and indulged in some small talk, all the while sipping from their glasses. People came in and out of the room as they kept going and while Candy would never admit this, she was actually giving in and forgetting about all that stuff that frustrated her about him.

...Or maybe that was just the alcohol.

"You remember that photographer friend I told you about?"

Candy vaguely recalled some conversations they had about modeling. She didn't believe him, of course, but Chad made some pretty big claims about his connections.

"He can for you this weekend, specifically Saturday morning. Interested? I think Tim is okay with it."

With her hand on her lip, she eyed Chad for a bit. Honestly, the idea of modeling was just too foreign for her and while she humored him last time, Candy had no intention of actually going through with it.

"I...I don't think so Chad." she said simply, before placing her glass down. "I'm honestly not interested and I sincerely doubt that Tim would be okay with it." she then added, knowing fully that while Tim was a pushover, that he wasn't going to be okay with her being gone an entire weekend.
 
Chad shrugged, almost as if he lost interest in the conversation. He leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and said, "Think about it, talk to him, and let me know if you change your mind."

He turned and started from the kitchen and turned back, "If you do, we will leave Friday and drive there so you can get some rest prior to the shoot which starts at dawn. He likes that light."

He went into the living room and mingled with Tim's guests. Part of Chad wondered how Tim did so well selling homes, and the rest of him did not care as long as he did.

He found a couple that were chatting about their new home and joined in, asking about how they enjoyed the experience and the house aluke.
 
Candy was obviously a bit shocked from how quick this went. In fact, for a few moments, she stood there in sheer confusion. The way how Chad brought the subject up, kissed her cheek and left...it just was too much for poor Candy to comprehend. Still, she left in a huff, looking for Tim who was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found Chad there, talking to a couple. Most likely having to do something with their homes.

The second Candy got her chance, her hand reached out and grabbed Chad's, which was much larger than hers. She muttered to him "Okay, so Tim's permission is not the problem...It's just that....well, you're not pulling my leg right?"
 
Chad smiled warmly at Candy as he caressed the back of her hand absently with his thumb. His from widened as her looked at her and quipped, "As fun as pulling your leg sounds, no."

He turned to her, barely a half inch between her nipples and his chest. Even so, with anyone else he was the perfect distance away to have a conversation with them.

"This is a legitimate offer to get you in front of a camera to see if it finds you as beautiful, striking, and sexy as I do."

He glanced around the room and the ebb and flow of guests and said, "My friend is a very good photographer and he is at a natural spring resort in southern Pennsylvania doing a shoot. I sent him a photo of you and he agreed to the opportunity. "

Her hand still in his, he shrugged, which unintentionally caused his chest to brush against her tits. Even though his cock twitched hungrily, he kept his face impassive as he said, "All up to you. Do you want it or not?"
 
While Chad still took this as an opportunity to hit on her, Candy was too wrapped around this entire idea to care. She listened to him, not doing anything about his rough hand still holding onto her's. In fact, while she didn't say a word about it, there was a distinctive, soothing feeling of having his fingers caressing the back of her hand. She then wondered what photo he sent of her...before she dropped the thought completely and with a grin, decided to push her own boundaries.

"All up to you. Do you want it or not?"

"Yes! Oh my god thank you!
" she said with an excited tone, practically jumping towards him and embarrassing him in a hug. This, of course, meant that she pressed her massive tits against his chest, squishing them in between their bodies while her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
 
It was all Chad could do to restrain the moan when Candy jumped into him and hugged him tight. His arms wrapped around her, one hand landing in the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. It was the fucking hug he ever had.

While he suppressed the moan, it was unfair to think he could keep if body from reacting, which it did in full force. He didn't and would never care of the physics necessary for her lower torso to press against him but it worked somehow. As it was, he got hard.

Fast.

She was so close his cock could not quiver in pleasure, it merely soaked in the experience. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I am glad you changed your mind."
 
If Candy hadn't been caught up in the excitement of becoming a model, maybe she would have glanced down and seen the enormous cock pressing against Chad's slacks. If she had maybe things would have turned out differently. That said, she grinned and nodded, saying "Me too. Honestly, I thought that it was too good to be true..." before she glanced away, figuring that she'd mention this to Tim the first chance she'd get. While it was possible that Tim would say no, she figured that it would be kind of easy to turn him around; Tim was a pushover in that way.

Besides, modeling was too big of an opportunity to pass up...especially seeing as Candy was so worried that she'd be a housewife forever.

Grateful for everything, Candy looked back towards Chad before asking "Want another drink? We could stick around the kitchen by ourselves."
 
Chad for the first time in a couple minutes wasn't touching Candy in one way or another, and found he really didn't like that situation, but it would be hard to do anything about it here and now. He did accept her invitation to the kitchen and followed her, his cock still aching in need.

As he leaned against the counter Chad watched her and fought not to reach out and caress a toy. So he placed his hands behind him on the counter and asked, "What are we drinking?"
 
Candy reached up in the counter, inadvertently sticking out butt out towards Chad while her hands went for the upper shelf. Chad could maybe see the hint of her cotton black panties sticking out, if his eyes weren't focused on Candy's big tits that were somehow even visible from behind her, the sides of each hefty orb visible from that angle. Eventually, Candy came down with a bottle of scotch in her hand. With a big grin, she said:

"I thought that we could celebrate with some scotch!" she said, filling two glasses and handing one over to Chad. "It's not often I try harder liquor but why not have some now?"
 
Chad's eyes bugged out as Candy stuck her ass out toward him and leaned so far into the cabinet that he wondered if she would fall in. He now had an inkling if what it would look like to fuck her either diggy style up or her ads.

And the view was spectacular, and inspiring.

He took the bottle of scotch from her and poured about 2 more fingers worth for her and handed the glass to Candy. For a moment their fingers touched and he thought he felt a charge, like from a nine volt battery.

He poured some scotch for himself and turned to the sexiest woman he knew, "To you. And our new phase."
 
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"To you. And our new phase."

Candy grinned, her excitement practically radiating off of her body before she said "To our new phase!"

That's when she took a sip from the scotch and nearly winced at the taste. It was definitely a lot stronger than she was used to; the burning sensation of the alcohol seeping down her throat and all. That's when Tim walked by and noticed the two, standing in the kitchen. A slightly worried look appeared in his face as he realized that they were drinking together.

"Oh, what's going on here?" he asked curiously, before Candy giggled a bit before replying:

"Chad got me a modeling gig. Can you believe that?!"

Tim didn't look so impressed. He looked at Chad for a moment, his smile disappearing a bit into an axious look before adding "You don't say..."

"Babe, don't worry! It's only be for a weekend!"

He was about to object, when a few prospective clients called him out and got his attention. "Excuse me..." he said before he wandered off. Meanwhile, Candy turned to see Chad again, before reassuring him "Oh, don't worry about it. He'll be okay about it."
 
Chad watched the two as they talked quickly and turned his attention to Candy halfway through ignoring Tim completely. As she reassured him, Chad was almost touched. Of course he would go along with it, Tim set the whole thing up.

He reached over and caressed her arm just above the elbow, and said, "I am sure you are right."

He turned to the fridge and dropped a couple ice cubes from the dispenser into her scotch, "That will help with the burning."

He looked at her and though he knew the answer from Tim asked, "How did you and Timma meet?"
 
So as Chad caressed her arm, Candy smiled as she watched the man that she was supposed to despise drop some ice cubes into her drink. She thought that it was awfully considerate, saying "Thanks!" just as he began to make small talk - asking her where she met Tim in the first place. She chuckled a bit at first, wondering if Tim ever told the story.

"Honestly? It's a bit geeky, but we met at a game store during college." Candy said with a laugh, before sipping her drink. The young woman began to reminiscent as she continued "I was actually there to buy a game. It was a Guitar Hero game, and I was standing there playing by myself when he came by and asked to join me. We figured out that we went to the same colleges and even had a class together. Then we kind of hit it off."

Taking another sip, she continued in a way that she didn't think she'd ever do with Chad.

She was going to actually bring up her breasts.

"This was before I had a late growth spurt." she said, chuckling as she kind of did a hand gesture to emphasize on this point, her hands sort of waving around her titanic breasts. "Honestly, if I was as...ahem....developed as I am now, I would have thought that Tim was some sort of pervert. Still, I manage to play that game from time to time and I'm just as unbeatable as the day I played Tim."
 
Chad grinned at the implied challenge, "Well, my beauty, I would gladly school you in guitar hero, but I am no musician, and would not be a challenge for you."

He thought a moment and said, "What about a good game or football game? Do you play those?"

He hoped to he'll she played golf. Maybe with another drink or two she would be willing to bet an article of clothing per hole.

"I never lose at golf, and Tim is certainly my bitch there. He has never won a hole."
 
"Golf? You mean that boring game that Tim has?" Candy said with a bit of a chuckle, wondering just why anyone would like to play that game. It wasn't exactly thrilling and on the video console, it was just so easy to play. Still, hearing Chad talk, it was almost as if he was challenging her at the game...which she would be sure to accept. That said, she replied:

"Pfft, I beat him too. In fact I probably could beat you too!"
 
Chad looked at suspiciously and then nodded, "Challenge accepted, shall we play for $20 a hole?"

When she agreed Chad filled a third glass with ice, grabbed the scotch and his glass, "Lead the way, my beauty."

He followed her again, enjoying the view enormously. She led him to the basement, as far away from the party as possible. While keeping it close he lost the first hole.
 
In the basement, which was a bit secluded from the rest of the home, seeing as the only things here were a pool table, a TV, a couch and of course, the video game console. Starting up the game, they began playing and as luck would have it, Candy managed to get a bit of a lead on Chad. With a grin on her face, she said "I hope you're ready to pay me those $20 later..."
 
"Feeling cocky, eh?" He asked.

He handed her another scotch with ice and asked, "If you are rewriting the stakes, how about we play strip golf? An article of clothes per hole, sets count as 1."

He had been watching her sway sexily for a couple holes and wanted more.
 
"Strip golf?"

Candy sipped from her drink, curiously Chad while she sipped. Truth be told, she wasn't too crazy about those wagers, her husband being upstairs and all. Despite this, the alcohol must have been gotten to her, a rush of excitement and a thrill that she had never felt before began to course through her veins. She stood there for a moment, asking a few questions such as "Wait, so do you pick what article of clothes I lose? Or do I get to choose? When do we stop?"

In the end, the excuse she gave herself for continuing was that she "owed" him one, for reaching out to that photographer...

She felt confidant. Candy sure that she'd win...

That is, until she lost. Frustrated she bounced up and down and nearly threw her own controller.
 
It was a methodical and literal undressing of Candy. First shoes, the blouse, pants, bra, and panties.

His cock hardened and hardened with each article that came off. By the time she tossed the controller in anger he aches from balls to the tip of his cock.

She was naked and there were 11 holes left. He owed her 20 bucks and she was in her bra and panties.

"Whatever shall we do now?" He asked. "I could suggest we play for something a little more interesting, say a kiss?"
 
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"Oh god...Oh god...A-Ah..."

Candy stood there, just a few rounds after, in just her black bra and panties. Frantically, she used her arms to cover up the cleavage coming from her massive breasts, covered by one single layer of fabric. Chad didn't seem to mind; in fact, some part of him might have enjoyed seeing her like this, even if it meant that he didn't get to have the "full view" of her bra covered 32K cup breasts.

"I could suggest we play for something a little more interesting, say a kiss?"

"I uh..." she began to say, stuttering, afraid to even more her arms. That's when she got an idea - an idea that might save her, if he would accept.

"How...How about I kiss you and then I get to put my clothes back on?"
 
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