My wife and I had been married for two years at the time this took place. She was twenty-three and I was twenty-six. Her DD-cup breasts had always drawn attention and I always got turned on when she wore clothes that showed them off.
I remember one time before we were married, Julie was seventeen and I was twenty. We were at a wedding and Julie was wearing a silk dress with no bra and the dress showed quite a lot of the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. Every time I danced with her I had a hard cock that she pressed against. In the end, she suggested that we leave before the end of the evening as we were both so turned on.
As soon as we got in the car, in the car park, we were kissing and I was playing with her breasts. I love playing with them, having been allowed to do it since the day after we first met. After a while, we knew we needed to go somewhere we could have sex. We talked about whether to go and park somewhere deserted, as we sometimes did, or whether to go back to her mum's house and wait for her mum to go upstairs for her bath, as we usually did when I was at her house.
We decided to prolong the anticipation, and also be more comfortable, so I started driving to her home. For the first time ever, Julie had her breasts out as we drove along and she also got my cock out and stroked it as I drove.