Busty Married Woman Titjob at Company Drinking Party

It was a hot, humid summer night.

I, Yuki, work as an advertising copywriter and lead a busy daily life. I'm probably in my mid-thirties. Work is going reasonably well, but my private life has been quiet for a while. A company drinking party my colleague invited me to brought a small change to my routine.

The party started in a lively private room at an izakaya. Beer mugs flew around and laughter never stopped. I was drinking quietly in the corner when my colleague suddenly introduced the woman next to me.

"Yuki, this is Misato. She works as an assistant for event planning. She's part-time but helping with our project."

Misato smiled and waved at me. She looked to be in her late twenties, with shoulder-length black hair. Her white blouse and tight skirt stayed neat despite the summer humidity. What caught my eye most was her chest. Her breasts looked ready to spill out of the blouse, jiggling softly with every breath. Probably at least a G-cup. The deep cleavage and pale skin held my gaze.

(Wow, they're huge… I've never seen a married woman with breasts like that.)

My colleague had already told me Misato was married. Her ring caught the light. As the party went on, we had more chances to talk. She was cheerful and told funny stories about events behind the scenes. When I mentioned copywriting ideas, she responded well and the conversation flowed.

"Yuki, your job sounds interesting. I come up with ideas on the planning side too, but words really have power."

Her voice was soft and pleasant like a summer breeze. Every time her shoulder brushed my arm, I felt the soft weight of her breasts and my heart raced. The scent of her damp skin drifted over. After a few beers we were getting along well. She mentioned her husband lived far away.

Near the end of the first party, Misato suddenly suggested,

"How about a second round? There's a hidden bar nearby with private rooms that should be free."

I agreed right away. I couldn't miss this chance.

The second party was at a hidden bar down a city alley. The late-night air had cooled a little but summer heat still lingered. The private room had dim lighting and a calm space with sofas. The moment Misato and I entered alone, the atmosphere shifted. We ordered cocktails and talked more deeply over our glasses.

Her breasts pressed against my arm whenever she sat on the sofa. Soft, warm, and overwhelming even through the blouse. A sweet mix of perfume and sweat rose from her cleavage.

(Is she doing this on purpose? Or am I imagining it… but damn, my cock is already reacting.)

With alcohol in her system, Misato talked even more. Her breasts swayed as she laughed about event mishaps, stealing my attention. The G-cup breasts stayed firm against gravity, their shape almost visible through the blouse. I tried to stay cool but couldn't hide my excitement; my groin grew hot.

As time passed, her hand began touching my knee. The late-night room felt cut off from the outside noise, like our own private world. Her eyes looked a little moist and her lips glistened.

"Yuki, it's been a while since I've had such a fun night… Things have cooled off with my husband lately."

Her words made my fantasies surge. Suddenly she leaned in and pressed her breasts firmly against my arm. The soft flesh gave way like an electric shock.

(Whoa, so soft… I want to touch these breasts… no, more than that.)

I couldn't hold back and put my arm around her shoulder. Misato didn't resist; instead she pressed her face against my chest. The kiss started naturally. Her lips tasted of beer and our tongues met, saliva mixing wetly. While we kept kissing deeply, my hands moved to her blouse.

When I unbuttoned it, her overflowing G-cup breasts spilled out of a black lace bra. They were pale with faint veins, pink nipples already hard. I grabbed them with both hands, lost in the moment. Heavy and yielding, they sank under my fingers. Misato let out sweet moans every time I squeezed.

"Ah, Yuki, be gentle… but you can be rougher too."

(They're so big. I could play with these forever… This is too luxurious a dream for a virgin like me.)

She took off my shirt and pinched my nipples with her fingers. My cock throbbed painfully inside my pants. Misato hiked up her skirt to show her panties. Black lace, visibly damp at the crotch. The shape of her pussy showed faintly, clit looking swollen.

I buried my face in her breasts. Pressing my nose into the valley, I inhaled. Sweat and a sweet milky scent filled the air. When I took a nipple in my mouth, wet sucking sounds echoed in the room. Misato held my head and moaned.

"Haa, your mouth is so hot… suck harder."

Her hand reached for my pants and gripped my cock. She stroked the swollen head gently. Unable to wait, I pushed her onto the sofa. When I touched her pussy through the panties, slick juices coated my fingers. Rubbing her clit made her body twitch.

(She's so hot and soaked… I've only seen this in porn.)

Misato pushed me back and made me sit upright. She gathered her breasts with both hands and slid my cock between them. A titjob. The soft G-cup flesh wrapped around me like the best cushion. Warm and smooth, every slow up-and-down stroke spread precum across her cleavage.

"How does it feel? Do you like Misato's breasts?"

Her voice was sweet. I could only nod. My shaft rubbed between the breasts, making the tip twitch. Her nipples teased the head and pleasure built fast. Misato stuck out her tongue and licked the glans while continuing the titjob. Saliva and precum mixed with wet sounds.

(This is dangerous. This close titjob is better than any fantasy… the pressure feels like it's melting my cock.)

I couldn't hold back and shot a huge load. White cum splashed across her breasts, running down the valley and dripping from her nipples. Misato smiled, scooped some with her finger, and licked it.

"You came so much… ready for more?"

After that we kept going wildly in the room. Sweaty and breathless, she rode me and took my cock deep inside her pussy. I squeezed her bouncing G-cup breasts while thrusting. She was tight and hot, and when I rubbed her clit she came hard. I finished inside her three times.

I went down on her too. Spreading her folds with my tongue, I sucked her clit. The salty taste of her juices filled my mouth. Misato clamped my head between her thighs and writhed.

(A married woman's pussy tastes this good… maybe my life has changed.)

When dawn came we finally left the room. Misato kissed me and we exchanged contact info. "Let's go drinking again," she said. Even after going home I kept thinking about her breasts and masturbated. That close titjob is unforgettable. I'm sure we'll meet again. The summer-night pleasure still holds my heart.