As most of you know this past week sss and I have been very stressed for reasons that we could not talk about at the time.  We are now able to share with you what has been going on in our exciting and ever changing life (as most of you know OUR life is NEVER dull…even when we want it to be).
 
I went for a mammogram at the beginning of August. Two days later I got a phone call that I needed to come back in and have further tests done. They would not tell me why I needed these tests done just that they were necessary. That is when our life got turned upside down, inside out and backwards. I returned early this week (2 different days) for the other tests they needed to do while still waiting patiently. One of the techs at the diagnostic center was nice enough to share with me the previous pictures that had been taken and showed me a circle about the size of a baby finger nail in one of my breasts. This made my whole nightmare a reality. Today was my doctors appointment to talk about results. Guess who did not get any sleep last night? I know lots of women end up with no serious problem, but it is hard to keep yourself together and think positive and not let the “what if’s?” in. That is why we asked you all to send positive thoughts our way.
 
AND THE NEWS IS……..
The doctor had good news to report today. We do to need to worry about anything at this point. They are fairly certain the spot is just dense breast tissue and she has requested that I return for another mammogram in 6 months so they can compare pictures.
 
Thanks to everyone for their support through all this.
 
♀ & sss

Her period started the day after the doctors appointment so PMS combined with a good reason to get emotional and her breasts often get tender and achy during that week, but in those circumstances…well you can just imagine.

I really did try to stay positive and upbeat, but it’s hard not to let your mind wander. Also, neither of us are any good at hiding our emotions from each other. It didn’t matter what we were saying, she could see the worry in my eyes and I could see the fear in hers.

We tried several times to make love during those nine days, but she was only able to come once. It was a small orgasm and she was crying (again) when it finished.

“You don’t touch them like you did before.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s so not fair. My boobs are the one part of my body that I really like and now there might be something wrong with them.”

“Everything is going to be fine. I really believe that.” It was dark enough that she couldn’t see my eyes and I managed to keep my voice steady.

“What if it’s not? What if it’s something….bad?” Neither of us have said ‘it’ out loud.

“If you lost a tit, you could borrow one of mine. See, there’s another advantage to being married to a sissy.”

The wait: Interminable. The stress: Palpable.

We took the stairs rather then the elevator after we left the doctors office and she stopped at a landing between floors and threw her arms around me. We kissed long and deep and passionately and I fondled her with great gusto and she was very pleased.

We didn’t have time for sex that day, but I woke her up the following morning when I got home from work. Her period had just started and she was crampy and still tired. I suggested that we wait until later, but she didn’t think that was an option. Actually, I think her exact words were, “I need to have sex with you. Right now!” I’ll never get tired of hearing that.

I got some towels and we got busy. Not surprisingly, I gave her breasts lots of attention to start off with. (They really are beautiful. She thinks so to. Just ask her. And if you want to see them, don’t be shy cuz she isn’t.) After a while I asked if I could go down on her. She said yes and as I suckled her clit like a miniature nipple I watched her play with her boobs. She squeezed them together and pulled them up to her face giving herself cleavage she could barely see past. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked it just like I was sucking her clit. She held it between her teeth and let go of her boob. She stretched her other nipple the same way then she wrapped her arms around herself like she was giving her breasts a great gig hug.

She squirted a bunch of lube between her breasts and motioned for me to come up to her.

“I want you to fuck them. I need to feel that big thick cock between my tits.”

I straddled her and she squeezed them together, encasing me in lube slick boobage. Every time I thrust forward the head of my cock popped into her mouth. I didn’t last long, but she didn’t seem to mind. She squeezed every last drop I had onto her breasts.

I knelt beside her. With one hand I massaged my cum into her breasts and with two fingers of my other hand I massaged her G-spot. She looked after her clit. It didn’t take her long to come, but when she did she was able to ride the wave for a very long time. I think ‘joyous’ would be an apt description of her orgasm.

When she was done I licked the blood and pussy juices off of our fingers, kissed her deeply and fondled her spectacular breasts.

“I have happy boobies again, Baby!”

Cheers,

♀ & sss