Squeezing My Neighbor's Busty Wife's Plump Breasts and Filling Her with Creampies

On a summer morning, the neighborhood park was quiet as usual. I'm a man in my mid-thirties who runs the local bakery alone, waking up early every day to open the shop, but it's my habit to sit on a bench in this park for a quick break before opening. The leaves on the trees sway in the wind, and the sound of cicadas can be heard from afar. The humid air clings to my skin, but the remaining coolness of the morning feels pleasant.

That day too, I was sitting on the bench as usual, gazing blankly at the sky. Running the bakery is busy, but since I'm single, I enjoy using this time luxuriously. Suddenly feeling a gaze, I looked to the side and saw a woman sitting at the end of the bench. She looked to be in her thirties, with gentle features and black hair tied in a ponytail. I'd heard rumors in the neighborhood that she did part-time housekeeping, and her name was Aiko. She wore a white blouse and a knee-length skirt, holding a water bottle as if out for a morning walk.

(Her chest... it's huge.)

My eyes were drawn to it involuntarily. The blouse was stretched tight, clearly showing the deep cleavage of her ample breasts. She seemed a bit sweaty from the summer heat, the fabric clinging to her body and emphasizing her soft, voluptuous silhouette that looked easily G-cup or more. For someone like me who had been a virgin, seeing this made my heart pound. I quickly looked away, but she smiled and spoke to me.

"Good morning. I see you here in the park often. You're the bakery owner, right?"

Startled, I replied hurriedly. "Ah, yes. Good morning. That's right. You're Aiko, aren't you? I've seen you around the neighborhood."

She nodded with a smile. "Yes, I do part-time housekeeping. The morning air feels nice, doesn't it? Even in summer, I like this cooler time of day."

From there, the conversation flowed naturally. I talked about my daily life at the bakery, and she shared a bit about her part-time work and family. Her husband was a busy salaryman, and they had no children. We chatted about the local supermarket and complaints about the weather. Her voice was soft and soothing just to listen to. But my eyes occasionally drifted to her chest. The soft, heavy swell of her breasts swayed beneath the blouse with each breath, sparking my imagination. (What would it feel like to touch them... soft and yielding?)

For about a week, we kept meeting at the park in the mornings. At first it was just a short chat on the bench, but the time gradually grew longer. One morning she brought homemade cookies to share, and I brought fresh bread from the bakery. Amid the strengthening summer sun, laughing together in the shade of the park trees became my daily pleasure.

(Aiko's breasts look incredible up close. Way more than G-cup, with serious volume. I can't help imagining the shape of her nipples...)

Such fantasies crossed my mind, but I tried hard to stay cool. For a former virgin like me, becoming close with such a gentle married woman felt like a dream. Yet her gaze sometimes seemed to catch mine gently, making my heart race.

On one humid summer morning, while chatting on the usual bench, she sighed. "My husband has been coming home late lately, and it's lonely... Being alone at home gets boring."

Gathering courage, I suggested, "Why don't you stop by my shop? You could relax with some fresh bread during a break from housekeeping."

She thought for a moment, then smiled. "That sounds nice. But how about tea at my place today? Let's take a short rest behind the park bench. My house is just nearby."

Behind the bench? I thought it might mean the shade behind the park bench, but she stood and pointed toward her house. My heart pounded. Being invited to her home was unexpected. We walked together down the sunlit path. From behind, her waist curved into round hips that swayed, her heavy breasts making her lean slightly forward. Sweat dampened her blouse, the lace of her bra faintly visible through the fabric.

Her house was a small single-family home. Once inside the living room, cool air from the air conditioner greeted us. She served cold tea at the table, and we sat down. The conversation continued pleasantly from the park, but the room air felt slightly sweet. When she leaned forward to pour more tea, her deep cleavage came into view, fixing my gaze. (Wow, I can see the pale skin of her breasts... they look so soft, with plenty to grab.)

"Hiroshi, thank you for always listening kindly. Somehow I feel at ease talking to you about things I can't tell my husband."

Heart racing, I replied, "I enjoy talking with you too, Aiko. It brightens my every day."

At that moment, her hand touched mine. The soft sensation. Our eyes met, and time seemed to stop. Her eyes glistened as she slowly leaned closer. Our lips met. It was a kiss. At first just a light touch, but her tongue traced my lips, turning it into a deep kiss. The sweet taste of her saliva spread in my mouth, and my body grew hot.

(Like a dream... a married woman's kiss is this erotic.)

Unable to hold back, I pulled her shoulders close. Continuing the kiss, my hand moved to her chest. Through the blouse, I grasped her soft, massive breasts. Huge and heavy. The G-cup volume sank into my palm, fingers sinking in. Soft yet elastic, they jiggled and swayed when squeezed. Her breathing grew ragged, the kiss intensifying.

"Mm... Hiroshi..."

Her voice came out sweetly. I unbuttoned her blouse. A white bra appeared, her breasts threatening to spill out. Removing the bra, they bounced free. Her areolas were large and pinkish, nipples already hard and pointed. I grabbed them with both hands, kneading vigorously. The soft flesh overflowed between my fingers, her skin slightly damp with summer sweat and slippery. The beautiful curve of her cleavage, the white waves rippling with every touch.

(I can't get enough... these plump huge breasts are mine.)

I pushed her onto the sofa and brought my mouth to her nipples, sucking noisily. A sweet scent tickled my nose. Her body trembled, her hands pressing my head. "Ah, that feels good... suck more..."

My crotch was already straining. I removed my pants, exposing my hardened cock. Her eyes lit up as she reached out. Slender fingers wrapped around it, stroking slowly. Her thumb brushed the head, making me leak precum. "Hiroshi, your cock is so big... and hard..."

She knelt and took it into her mouth. A blowjob. Her warm mouth enveloped my cock, tongue swirling around it. She made wet sounds, taking it to the base. I lifted her huge breasts from below, kneading them while looking down. They swayed with her movements. (A married woman's mouth feels amazing... the sucking is intense.)

I reached my limit in minutes and came in her mouth. Thick spurts overflowed, and she swallowed. "Delicious... your cum is so hot..."

Without pausing to catch our breath, I flipped up her skirt. Her panties were already wet. Black lace outlined her pussy. Pulling them off revealed plump outer lips. Her clit was swollen, love juices dripping from the pink slit. I inserted fingers and stirred. Wet sounds filled the room as her hips lifted. "Ah, there... touch my clit too..."

Switching to licking, I ran my tongue over her clit. The salty-sweet nectar spread in my mouth. Her pussy was tight, twitching around my tongue. Kneading one breast with one hand, I was at the peak of excitement. (Her pussy scent is so arousing... a former virgin like me doing this.)

"Please... put it in... I want your cock, Hiroshi..."

I laid her on her back and entered in missionary position. My cock sank into her slick pussy. Hot and tight. The sensation reached her cervix. As I thrust, her huge breasts bounced violently up and down. I grabbed them with both hands, kneading. Pinching her nipples made her moans rise. "Ah, ah, so deep... play with my breasts however you like..."

I sped up my thrusts, the urge to creampie building. I pumped thick loads inside. Her pussy spasmed, clenching my cock. She seemed to climax too, arching her back. "Fill me... I can feel your hot cum..."

We didn't stop at one round. Changing positions to doggy style, I grabbed her plump ass and re-entered. Her pussy overflowed with cum, frothing. I reached around to knead her breasts from behind. The heavy sway of her breasts under gravity was irresistible. (Doggy style while squeezing her breasts is the best view... her ass is so soft too.)

Second creampie. Cum leaked back out, staining her outer lips. Her voice echoed in the room. "More... pound me until I break..."

Next, cowgirl position. She mounted me, grinding her hips. Her huge breasts loomed over my face, burying me in cleavage. It was hard to breathe, but the soft flesh felt dreamlike. I thrust up from below, sucking her nipples. Wet sucking sounds mixed with the slap of hips. Her pussy swallowed my cock, her clit rubbing against me.

(These breasts wrapped around my face are so erotic... the scent of sweat and skin.)

Third time, she came while I creampied her. Fluids mixed, soaking the sheets. After a short rest, the fourth round was standing doggy style against the wall from behind. I grabbed her breasts from below, kneading while thrusting. The depths of her pussy grew hotter, seeming to melt around my cock.

Fifth round on the sofa in face-to-face seated position. We embraced, kissing. Her huge breasts pressed against my chest, nipples rubbing together. We moved our hips slowly, feeling each other's breath. "Hiroshi, I like this... this secret between us..."

Sixth round, excitement peaking as I thrust wildly. The pleasure of creampie made my body shake. Seventh round, nearly exhausted but revived by her blowjob. We moved to the bathroom, bodies sliding together like soapy play as I entered her. Shower water sounds mixed with the feel of her slippery breasts. Final creampie left us collapsed.

Afterward, lying in bed, we pressed our sweat-drenched bodies together. Her huge breasts sank against my arm, warm. Catching our breath, she whispered, "Today's events are our secret. I can never tell my husband... but with you, Hiroshi, I want to continue."

I nodded, gently stroking her breast. "Me too. I can't forget this body of yours, Aiko..."

The relationship that began on a summer morning had become forbidden. From then on, we exchanged signals behind the park bench and met at her house. The feel of her huge breasts and the afterglow of creampies colored my days. It felt like a former virgin's fantasy had come true. Yet sometimes I wondered if this intense excitement would fade... but I couldn't stop.

(Every time, squeezing these plump huge breasts and creampieing feels like a dream...)