Chapter 8: Lemon Breasts I

Suddenly we hear a huge noise from near the drink area. We all look.

A guy has his face shoved into the cleavage of a girl. As he lifts his head we can see two lemon slices arranged in the middle of the cleavage. Everyone shouts a number, i realize the crowd is counting. Then another guy takes a shot shoves his head into her cleavage and lifts the lemon in his mouth. The crowd counts again. They are counting the lemon slices. The last guy does the same thing. Everyone shouts the number and everyone around her cheers.

“I think you can be tonight’s champion!” Ramesh tells my wife.

“Obviously, she has the biggest tits here!” Someone else chimes in.

“What champion? Champion of what?” She asks.

“Lemon Breasts!” someone replies.

“What?” My wife asks.

“Lemon breasts. You will have to hold a lot of lemon slices and men will take a shot and try to get the lemon with their mouth from your cleavage. The maximum number of lemon slices that can be lifted up, is your score” Ramesh explains. My wife is considering it.

“I don’t think you should play this game:, I say.

“It has an amazing reward!” Someone says.

“What?” My wife asks

“You get thirty...” someone tries to say but Ramesh cuts it off “Trust us. It is good. Let’s not tell her and add more pressure. And plus you won’t be disappointed if don’t win”

“Okay. Let’s go” my wife says and starts walking towards the drink counter.

Around fifteen guys surrounding her, including me, follow her. Ramesh tells something to the bartender and he gives him a plate of lemon slices.

My wife starts squeezing one slice in her cleavage. Ramesh picks up the slice from her cleavage! My wife looks at him in confusion.

He says, “We have to use the space efficiently, with strategy. Don’t worry we have practice and...” and whispers to her so that others can’t hear “ ... know how to cheat”. He winks at her.

He squeezes the lemon a little bit to make it smaller and carefully tucks it in the beginning of the cleavage crack.

I don’t know how my wife is okay with this but she doesn’t resist. So Ramesh goes and tucks in the second slice just below the first one.

He keeps tucking one slice after another following the cleavage crack. I look around us. There is a crowd gathering completely surrounding us. All of them are looking at my wife with lust.

The whole cleavage crack is soon almost filled with lemon. Ramesh tries to tuck one inside her dress. Immediately the dress rolls down. Her cleavage goes loose and slices fall on the floor.

“Oh sorry”, my wife says and tries to lift her dress but Ramesh grabs her hand and stops her.

“Let it be. You can lift it after I have placed all the slices” Ramesh says.

“I can’t keep my breasts on display”,’ she says, lifting the dress. Like before the dress lifts up more than it should she tries to pull it down and her breasts get uncovered again.

Ramesh grabs her hand again. “Can you cover her nipples with your hands?” He says to the guy behind her. He slides his hands below my wife’s arms and cups both breasts. Because of the size of the breasts, he has to squeeze her body on himself to reach the nipples.

My wife pushes his hands away and moves a little forward.

“I can feel his thing!” she complains. Why is that the only thing she is complaining about? And why doesn’t she doest seem upset at all?

“Everyone in the five-kilometer radius has his cock rock hard right now. Even the Gods won’t be able to keep their penis soft if they see you” Ramesh says.

My wife just shakes her head showing she doesn’t approve of the thing he just said, but she is also smiling.

“Come on”, he says to the guy behind her and he grabs her breasts again.

She opens her mouth into an O, then pouts, and then rolls her eyes, “Okay let’s finish this fast” she says finally.

Ramesh starts putting the first slice. “Can you squeeze the boobs together?” He asks. The guy holding my breasts immediately smashes them together.

“Ahhhhhh” my wife moans. “It hurts”, she says but doesn’t resist. Ramesh adjusts her breast and tucks in the first lemon slice, then another, and then another.