My wife, Mica, and I met Pietr and Masha a few years ago; just about the time that our house emptied of children. Not that we were tired of having the kids around, but we had been at the business of being parents for a long time, and they were getting along well in their own lives.

I was in my early fifties, and Mica was about five years younger. After the children moved out, we started to actually have time to look outside our family unit and to get involved with other people. One of the first couples that we met was Masha and her husband, Pietr. Their ages fell between ours, and their nest was also recently vacated. We seemed to hit it off immediately and became good friends, sharing common interests such as boating, music, and just being friends.

We regularly went out for a meal and then went back to one or the other’s home for chat and relaxation. Sometimes, the dinner would be at home, cooked by one or both of the women, both of whom were accomplished cooks. Afterwards, Pietr and I usually cleaned up while the women went to the living room to chat and rest after their hard work. Conversations were often laced with sexual implications, and as time went by, we all became more relaxed talking about any subject that came up.

None of us would fit into the Greek gods’ or goddesses’ image, all being fairly ordinary, middle-aged people. Mica is a bit over five feet tall and has always been slightly overweight, which I have found attractive right from the first since it helps to increase her already ample breasts. I readily admit that the first thing I noticed about her when we met was not her face or her personality, but her obvious cleavage and breasts.

It was a good thing that the rest of her turned out to be at least as appealing, but I have never hidden the fact that I am a breast man. I am in the upper five-foot range and also have found it hard to keep my weight right where I would like it. Fortunately, Mica doesn’t seem to mind and seems to just love me for who I am, as I do her. Masha is a little shorter than Mica and is certainly not as well developed in the bust area, although she too seems to have a little trouble with weight control, as does Pietr. Maybe this has to do with our ages, or maybe with our enjoyment of food.

One hot summer day, we had dinner at our place. Masha and Mica were dressed in halter-tops and shorts, while Pietr and I wore shorts and light shirts. The women had prepared a light meal of cold meats and salad because of the heat. After dinner, Pietr and I tidied up, and Masha and Mica went to the living room to talk about whatever it is that women discuss. Pietr and I could hear them talking in low voices, every so often stifling a giggle. By the time that we were done and joined them, we were quite curious about the obviously amusing but quiet conversation. At first, they were reluctant, but eventually Mica said, “OK, if you really want to know, we were talking about our first experiences with sex.”

Since the ice had been broken, Mica suggested that maybe all of us should describe an early sexual experience as graphically as possible. There was a fair bit of looking at each other as if we were deciding whether or not to go along or were waiting for the other to go first.

“Oh, come on!” Mica exclaimed. “We’re all good friends here, and we have often joked around about sex and have told lots of dirty jokes. I think it’s a good idea. In fact, I’ll go first; if it makes you shy men feel any better.”

Mica proceeded to describe her first experiences in detail, followed by the rest of us, with Masha following Mica, then Pietr, and finally my story. After we finished, there was silence for a short time, and Mica and Masha were looking at Pietr and me a little strangely until finally Mica blurted out, “You guys seem to have enjoyed our little stories, judging from the bulges in your shorts.”

I looked at her and was surprised to see the slightly hooded look in her eyes that Mica gets when she is horny. Her nipples were also quite prominent, and I commented that the men were not the only ones who seemed to like the stories, going by the look of both women’s nipples. Masha’s were also very prominent and seemed large in spite of the relatively small size of her breasts. Masha suggested that perhaps we men would be more comfortable if we moved around a little to relieve the obvious pressure. I had never felt so free to just stand up and adjust my still-growing hard-on. She then surprised all of us by undoing her top and taking it off. “Too hot in here,” she said.

Her breasts, while not large, were not really small either, being, in my imperfect judgement, about a “B” cup. Her areolas were brownish and wrinkled, with hard, long nipples that encouraged my dick to expand to the greatest extent possible, given the confinement of my shorts. She sagged a little, but due to the modest size of her breasts, didn’t hang too low.

Mica was next with her top, and her “DD” size breasts were prominently displayed for all of us to see, with her large pink aureola crowned by lovely, hard, long nipples. Hers sagged due to age and nursing, making them rest on her slightly protruding stomach, but that only made them more appealing.

I was a little surprised at their forwardness and wondered where this was going. I certainly wasn’t used to Mica so freely displaying her body, but what a sight! Especially for a breast man like me! And the really surprising thing was that Mica, for once, showed no sign of jealousy or possessiveness. She just sat there and watched us ogle the female flesh on open display. Neither woman’s breasts would have passed for those of an eighteen-year-old, but we certainly would not have expected that. Both showed the effects of time and of nursing, but that made them no less attractive.

I think that exhibitionism is a natural trait of the female of the human species. Here were these two women in their forties, proudly displaying their breasts for us men to see.

Pietr, also, seemed to be having a problem with tight pants, since he kept adjusting them without finding a comfortable position. Masha’s solution was simple. She suggested that we should simply take our shorts off. “After all,” she said, “you still have your underwear on.”

This was crossing a line in my mind, so I looked at Mica, who merely nodded agreement, and then at Pietr to see what he would do. We both stood up at about the same time, and after some fumbling which amused our wives, got our shorts undone and took them off. The relief was immediate, but now our erections were even more obvious with just our underwear below our t-shirts. The women made no secret of their study of us in this state and seemed to become a little more flushed than before.

It was to be an evening of continuing surprises. Both women got up from their seats on the couch and walked over to stand in front of the other’s husband.