Asian Sex Story: Jeff Healey’s song wouldn’t be written for 12 more years. His hit described my life. My wife, Angela, and I hadn’t been married long, when my uncle Will, whose nickname was Tex, came rolling into town. He was an oilman. Long sideburns, hair slicked back, tall, wide, heavily muscled, vise grips for hands, custom made boots, Stetson, bolo tie, he fit the part of a Hollywood caricature. He was in town because fifty miles away a geologist determined there was an interesting formation needing to be further explored. Only problem was our town was the closest thing to that interesting piece of land.
Uncle Will had been at our wedding. He had given us cash and a pretty box containing a very sexy dark blue baby doll negligee for my bride. He was a flirt, a very good dancer, and rich. Richer than anybody I had ever met. He had been in the oil business since he was a young man and had done well.
He could also be intimidating, his humor off color, and after a few drinks in him, boorish. He danced with my bride more than I or any other man did that night. He turned on the charm and charm her he did. When we made our rounds thanking people he insisted on giving Angela a hug and a kiss on the lips to welcome her to the family. He wrapped his six foot four frame around my Angela, who was exactly a foot shorter than him. He was also twice her weight. From his vantage point, he looked down the top of her gown at the tops of her c cup breasts. He looked at me, licked his lips, and winked. I turned red. I hadn’t seen what he had gotten us, but thanked him ahead of time.
He said, “You can thank me next time we see each other and have your pretty little wife model it for me.”
I thought he was talking about a dress and said, “Sure.” Angela glanced at me wondering why I had so readily agreed, but instead of telling him no she said, “I’d love to model it for you. And thanks for dancing with me all night. Mr. Two left feet here turned me down.”
I protested defending myself, “You know I’m not a dancer. Besides, I needed to make the rounds and talk to the guests.”
Sounding a bit defensive she replied, “I’ve talked to everyone, but on my wedding day I want to dance, not sit around. And that’s why I didn’t tell your uncle no.”
My uncle said, “I would have ignored her if she had. I learned a long time ago to tell the difference between no and noooo. Angela here wanted it.”
We laughed at the sexual innuendo he implied when he drew out that second no, making it sound like sexual arousal, because coming from him it didn’t sound so crude, but I was less comfortable with his last remark about Angela wanting it. I looked at Angela. She was blushing. She squeezed my hand to signal me it was okay, my uncle was just being his horn dog self.
In bed that night my Angela was hotter than a firecracker. I figured it was because it was our honeymoon and our first night to actually relax and not worry about getting busted while having sex or about her getting pregnant. Chances of that happening were slim as we weren’t ready for children and she was opposed to the pill. She said she would get fitted for a diaphragm later, but for now she wanted my penis to wear a raincoat. I suggested we could try the withdrawal method, but she pointed out several girlfriends and cousins who were now pregnant after relying on the withdrawal method. She didn’t completely shut me down pointing out when she was on her period or immediately afterwards she was safe. She just didn’t want me to like it too much and get lazy about keeping up my end of the deal and try to get out of wearing a condom.
We moved within days of getting married to Alpine and a new job for me as a history professor at Saul Ross. We fell in love with the area, the friendliness of the people, the beauty of the mountains. In those days teaching didn’t pay a lot, but it paid enough. I enjoyed teaching. Angela found a job at a department store. Most students lived in the dorms or in one of the trailer parks. We considered ourselves lucky when we found a one bedroom, adobe house for $175 a month. It wasn’t fancy, but we fixed it up and it was home. Our spare bedroom was the living room couch.
Angela received close to a dozen nightgowns from her showers before the wedding. I forgot about the box, but did remember the money Uncle Will gave us. We put it to good use, putting a deposit on the house, paying the first month’s rent, buying mattresses for the bed we slept on, and getting a second car. Angela drove our good car while I drove a cheap, but dependable car.
Life was good. Marriage was great. Sex was a favorite activity. She found a job she liked which actually paid more than mine.
We had been fooling around. After lots of kissing, playing with her breasts whose beauty and sensitivity captivated me, I was now kissing my way just past her belly button when the phone rang. I wanted to ignore it, but she insisted on answering it worried it might be an emergency.
She was breathing heavy when she picked up the handset.
“Hi Uncle Will. You didn’t interrupt anything. I don’t know why I’m breathing so heavy. Haha, because I’m talking to you. You’re so funny.”
Angela was looking at me smiling. I noticed her hard nipples. I thought if he talked to me it would be an hour before I’d be off the phone. Thinking he’d keep his conversation with Angela short we’d soon pick up where we left off. I can’t explain, but I’m obsessed with that pink flesh between Angela’s legs. I can’t get enough of it. I especially love to lick her. She has the best orgasms courtesy of my tongue. I mouthed to Angela, “If he asks, tells him I’m not here.”
She looks annoyed with me, thinking I’m being rude. She shrugged her shoulders and kept talking to him.
“Thank you for the gifts. No, I haven’t worn it. I thought I’d save it for a special day. It is beautiful. How did you know I like dark blue? Oh, because of my blue eyes? You are such a flirt Uncle Will. You are old, but I will call you Tex from now on. Not that old. I bet you do. You are? When? It will be great to see you. Maybe we can go country dancing. I’d like that.”
Perched on our bar stool, a honeymoon gift, Angela’s eyes were on me as she talked to my uncle, but it’s what she’s doing that had me getting harder and harder. She had this seductive smile on her face as she caressed one of her breasts. She then opened her legs giving me a bird’s eyes of that pink flesh. Swollen and wet. I thought her wide open legs were an invitation and started to get up from the couch. She nodded her head no. I sat back down.
She smiled at me, then winked, before taking a finger and running it along the insides of her vulva. She gently caressed herself her blue eyes staring at me while she chatted with Uncle Will. She wasn’t done because she took her middle finger and plunged it to the last knuckle deep into her vagina. She took her very wet finger out and while listening to Will who now wanted her to call him Tex, put it in her mouth. She sucked her juices off of it before putting it back into her vagina.
“I’ll tell Billy you called. Trust me, he’ll be excited. You’re his favorite uncle. Mine too. That’s so sweet of you Tex. I don’t know about other women, but I love it when a man compliments me.”
They talked longer, but I wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. I was too busy staring at my wife, thinking how beautiful she was, and how sexy she could be. What she had done with her finger was just a teaser. She began to caress her clitoris running her finger all around it making it harder and harder. She did this while talking to my uncle Will whom she now called Tex.
She mouthed for me to join her and pumped her hand pantomiming a jerking off movement. I’d never jacked off in front of her nor had she masturbated in front of me. She sat on that bar stool and pleasured herself while i watched from the couch and pumped my meat.
Taking my cue from her I paced myself. She diddled her clit using her thumb and added her index finger. I watched those two fingers as she plunged them in and out of her twat.
Her breathing was a bit labored and her voice sounded distracted. I wondered what Uncle Will would have thought if he had known what we were doing.
“Tex, I promise I won’t wear it before you get a chance to see it on me. Now you just have to convince Billy. I know you’re his favorite uncle, Haha, and we’re family, but that nightie doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I know it’s not supposed to. You are so bad, Tex. I bet you will. See you soon. We’ll definitely go dancing in Marfa. I’ve been wanting Billy to take me, but we just never get around to it. I will. Tomorrow night? Same time? Okay. You have sweet dreams too. Bye.”
Angela hung up the phone and immediately went to work making herself cum. She had her legs fully extended and her toes pointed down as she orgasmed. She actually let loose a high pitched shriek when she came.
I followed her lead and rubbed one out using the palm of my free hand to catch my seed. She tossed me a box of tissues to clean up with.
She excitedly said, “That was crazy what we just did.”
I answered, “I know. It was hot. You have no idea how sexy you looked.”
She came over to me and knelt between my legs. She took my now soft cock and breathed life into it. She then straddled me.
“Angela, should I get a condom?”
I could see her doing a mental calculation, “We’ll be all right.”
She rode me. We didn’t say much, just looked at each other. It didn’t take me long before I ejaculated again. We sat there, her impaled on me kissing. I grew soft, fell out of her. She suggested we go back to our bedroom.
She helped me up and holding my hand led me back to bed. She laid down, her head resting on a pillow and said, “Lets pick up where we left off. You owe me a good licking.”
I answered, “I do”, thinking about the cum I had just deposited. I damn sure wasn’t going to get squeamish on her and ruin the moment. I got between her legs and quickly discovered gravity’s force. My cum was oozing out of that pink flesh I adored. I licked up my ejaculate for the first, but definitely not the last time. As I licked, she talked about how erotic it had been, what a lech my uncle Tex was, how he wanted her to model the nightie he had given us, the one she still hadn’t worn for me. She told me how turned on she had been talking to him while I wasn’t ten feet away.
She then said, “Billy, your uncle likes me.”
My mouth on her pussy was my answer. I kept licking which encouraged her to keep talking.
“He reminds me of Leif Erickson. So distinguished looking. Tex. I like that nickname. That’s it. Lick my pussy. I’m so close. Suck my clit. Oh Gosh you d, oh God, I’m cumming.”
We got in bed afterwards and cuddled. We talked about what we just did. We were on our sides. I was playing with one of her tits and commented, “You have really big tits. I know he likes you, but who doesn’t? You’re very pretty Angela and you give him a lot of attention. He probably thinks you’re sweet on him the way you flirt with him.”
“You’re not jealous are you? I’m just being friendly. He’s been very good to us. I’m just showing him I appreciate his generosity.”
I noticed her nipples had gone from soft to hard just talking about Tex. I also noticed so had my penis. I pushed her on her back and went in her. She rubbed her clitoris while I pistoned in and out of her very wet pussy. It wasn’t two minutes before we had our third orgasms for the evening.
On our backs afterwards we looked up at the ceiling and held hands.
I wanted to talk about what just happened hoping it would lead to a deeper conversation, “I liked what we did tonight, but I also think we’re playing with fire. What if he gets the wrong idea and misinterprets your flirtations? How do we tell him no after we encouraged it? I’m just as guilty as you. I should have been out there dancing with you. I wanted to, but I’m self conscious about anything tougher than a two step so I made up an excuse tending to our guests when I didn’t need to. It’s not the first time he’s eyed you. My mom always said Will’s like a coon dog, always sniffing. He saw the opportunity and took it. I know people thought it strange how often you two danced together. I should have sent that nightie he bought you back and nicely told him it was inappropriate, but I didn’t. I shouldn’t have jacked off while you were on the phone with him talking all smoochie smoochie.”
She squeezed my hand and thanked me for accepting equal blame. She also agreed we were playing with fire, but was unsure how to apply the brakes to this speeding car.
She also seemed please to learn he had been admiring her for a long time. She liked knowing he lusted after her.
“Since when what?” I asked.
“Billy, when was the first time you noticed Will watching me?”
“There was the pool. You and I were swimming. He sat with my parents, but the whole time he is glancing at you. You looked good in that black one piece. Sexy, but innocent. We hadn’t done it yet. At the family reunion. You had on shorts and a halter. You were so brown from the sun. I was sitting with him. Every time you did something he watched you. I know because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you that day. That was the day after we did it. You werent a virgin anymore. You looked different, more worldly, but also like you understood the power you have between your legs. There’s more if you’re interested.”
“There is? That’s enough for now, but I’m sure I’ll ask you in the future.”
I turned on my side. She had this dreamy look on her face. I wondered if she was fantasizing about him. I knew I was biased, but I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He had gone through several marriages. All his ex wives were lookers so he thinking the same about Angela made my belief even stronger.
She looked at me, “Billy, tonight wasn’t the first time you climaxed thinking about your Uncle Will and I was it?”
“How did you know?” The tone of my voice gave her the impression I was ashamed and uncomfortable, but in fact I felt just the opposite. I wanted her to pry my feelings out of me. She didn’t sound surprised or upset, but supportive.
“We women know. I’ve suspected for a long time, but until tonight wasn’t sure. All I know is whenever Will is around you’re more amorous. At the wedding I saw it. You were watching Will and I, but you didn’t look upset. When we walked up to you and he had his arm around me you looked excited.”
I looked at her and decided to confess, “I was. I hope you don’t think less of me. I don’t want you to actually do anything with him. It just excites me.”
She lifted her head off the pillow and kissed the bridge of my nose, then my lips, “No silly. Just the opposite. I was very, very happy knowing it excited you. I knew I could be me and not worry about you causing a scene, sulking, picking a fight. So, what did you imagine Will and I doing while you masturbated? Were we kissing? Were his hands all over my body? Did you imagine us having sex, him fucking me?”
I came clean and told her about the first time. It was at my parents’ house.
“You were sitting in the living room waiting for me. You had on that burgundy colored dress I loved. It was short and had ridden up your thighs even more. Uncle Will was sitting opposite you. You didn’t notice, but he could see your panties.”
“He could? And him looking up my dress excited you?”
I nodded, “it did.”
“Billy, did you jack off later? We hadn’t even gotten to third base. You had seen my tits, played with them, kissed and sucked them. Your uncle saw my beaver before you did. Oh God. No wonder he’s been hitting on me. He thinks I’ve been wanting him all this time. He probably thinks I was flashing him.”
“I did. It excited me. It shouldn’t have, but it did.”
She nodded her head. Her hand reached down and she took a hold of my penis which was hard again, “We’ve been together three years, Billy, and you’ve been playing with yourself for most of those three years thinking about your uncle and I having sex?”
I nodded my head.
“Jack off for me. Tell me what you imagine.”
I pumped my manhood, but before I started explained they were just fantasies. I didn’t want anything to really happen.
“The two of you kissing. His big hands stripping you, unzipping your dress, unclamping your bra, playing with your titties, his mouth sucking them. Pulling down your panties. Putting his penis in you. Fucking you.” I shot my final load of the night all over my stomach. From start to finish one minute.
“Wow. That was quick. You came a lot. Why don’t you go clean up?”
I did and returned to bed. I got under the covers with her.
She said, “It all makes sense now. What are we going to do Billy? He’s going to be here in ten days. I just promised I’d go dancing with him and I’d model that nightie. I’m married now. I can’t have sex with him. I’m your wife. Maybe I should go visit my parents while he’s here. Maybe I can put the nightie over my regular clothes so he’ll get the idea how it fits. Maybe he’s just joking. It’s hard for me to tell with him because he doesn’t filter his thoughts, just lets them fly. I know I’ve flirted a lot with him because I felt safe doing so. Now I’m worried.”
Instead of agreeing with her I did just the opposite and tried to downplay everything, “Don’t be. We will figure it out. Next time he calls we will keep our clothes on and our hands off of our privates.”
We kissed goodnight. She told me she loved me and reminded me she might be a flirt, but she only had eyes for me. I told her I loved her too and said she was everything I ever wanted. We had everything under control we assured each other.
Only we didn’t and the speeding car looked increasingly out of control.
The next time Uncle Will called I answered the phone. We exchanged pleasantries. He asked to speak to Angela. She was standing there watching me collapse like a tent in a heavy rain.
Instead of telling him Angela was unavailable I told him I’d get her. . She mouthed for me to tell him she wasn’t there, but it was too late. She took the phone giving me a look that told me I was in the doghouse. She didn’t sound mad, but coquettish, on the phone with Will.
She initially ignored me, but after twenty minutes of me standing there watching as they chatted she motioned for me to come over.
She mouthed, “Take your clothes off.”
My penis throbbed as I undressed her. She would switch hands as I pulled one sleeve off, then the other. I undid her bra, Before removing her pants I played with her tits, sucking and pawing on them. it was quite the turn on to know he was at the other end of the line. She sounded like she was having trouble concentrating. I smiled, then started to lower her pants. She used one hand and helped me tug them down. She kicked them off.
She put a hand on my shoulder signaling me to kneel. I did. I pressed my face against her nylon covered crotch and inhaled her scent. I hooked my hands into her panties and pulled them down. She sat on the bar stool and mouthed for me to go slow.
She caessed the back of my head as I licked. With her other hand she held the receiver and talked to Will. I avoided her clitoris and licked slowly. She was sopping wet.
I don’t know what he told her, but she grew serious answering him with Yes sir and promises of I will followed by he won’t. The instant she finished the phone call I increased the speed of my licking. Wasn’t long before she flooded my face with her juices. A few minutes later we were in the bedroom a condom covering my penis, fucking. I had an orgasm so intense I felt like my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My balls felt drained.
I pulled out not wanting any of my semen to spill out of the condom and into her vagina. I stood up and started to pull the condom off so I could dispose of it.
“Let me see it. You came a lot. You looked really turned on.”
“Wait. I have an idea. Pour it on my breasts.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, I read sperm is good for your skin and it keeps your breasts firm.”
I poured the contents on her breasts. She massaged it in to her skin. I got on top of her and after a few minutes kissing, she suggested I work my way lower but to not forget her breasts as I made my way down to her kitty cat. I licked up the cum she had rubbed in which set her to moaning and squirming. I wondered as I ate her if there was a chance any of those sperm still had enough life in them to make it up her vagina and fertilize an egg.
The next night we were in bed watching the news. We had demonstrated a complete lack of spine the previous night so instead of resolving to be stronger we didn’t talk about it. Even though we were both thinking about it we just pretended nothing happened. We drifted off to sleep me spooning her until I was sure she was out before I rolled over and fell asleep. We both had been hoping Uncle Will would call.
It was a bit after ten the next night when he called. We hadn’t talked about him all day, but there was a definite sexual tension in the air. We had been cuddling on the couch watching the television. The phone’s ringing startled us. We looked at each other. It rang a second time. On the third, she asked me her eyes studying my reaction, “Are you going to get it? It could be something important.”
I swallowed feeling a lump in my throat, “I think we know who it is. He’s not calling to talk to me. If you want to talk to him, you get it.”
The phone rang two more times. She looked like she was having an internal debate between the good girl Angela and her dark, devilish side.
The temptation of the forbidden fruit won out. She asked, “You don’t mind?”
I nodded my head no. She squeezed my hand and walked into the kitchen where she picked up the phone on the sixth ring. I was mad at myself, not at her, for not putting my foot down, telling her to ignore it. I didn’t tell her no because my dark side had won the day. I wanted her to pick up the phone. Not just wanted, I needed her to pick up the phone. I stood up and began to undress.
My penis came to life when she said, “Hi Tex.” Damn, she sounded excited. She smiled when she looked at me, winked, pointed to my erection. She motioned for me to approach her. She mouthed for me to undress her. I did. It looked like it was going to be a repeat of the previous call. I didn’t mind.
“I’m doing fine. How are you? Yes, we’re both excited. I can’t wait to go dancing. That’s awful sweet, but you don’t need to do that. Size six. Tell me about your day.”
Angela looked around as I played with her breasts. She pointed to the refrigerator. I walked to the refrigerator wondering what she wanted. I opened the door and pulled out a can of whipped cream. She nodded her head no. I put the whipped cream back and pulled out a can of chocolate syrup. She again nodded no. There wasn’t much else I could think of. I opened the vegetable tray. There were several cucumbers. I grabbed the biggest one. I did it as a joke. I showed it to her thinking she would nod her head no and finally tell me what she wanted. She shocked me when she nodded her head yes.
I mouthed, “Seriously?”.
She nodded yes.
It was cold so I went over to the sink and ran it under warm water. I stared at her. She walked to where our kitchen table was. The cord from the handset was long enough to reach the table. Damned if she didn’t climb onto the table and lay down.
The whole time she had the phone to her ear. Uncle Will liked to talk, even more than Angela. Her answers were a lot of yesses, I wills, he won’t, with even a few I promise. He sensed he was monopolizing the conversation so he asked her what she was doing.
“Getting ready for bed? I haven’t. I told you I wouldn’t until you saw it first.”
The cucumber was now nice and warm and not so hard. I walked over to my wife thinking she’s going to tell me, “I was joking. Go get the whipped cream.”
We were about to break in our kitchen table, something we had joked about, but never gave serious consideration as the couch and our bed were so much more comfortable. I looked at the cucumber and thought, “This is crazy. Won’t fit.”
She kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. She opened her legs wide. I got the hint. Before I even attempted to do anything with that cucumber I dipped a finger into her to see if she needed to be wetter. She didn’t. I bent over and kissed her pussy, gave it a few swipes with my tongue. I then spread her labia and rubbed the cucumber up and down the entrance to her vagina.
I took my time because I didn’t want to hurt her and I didn’t want my actions to be too distracting.
“He’s doing well. Yes, he loves his job. We both really like it here. I like my job too. I think he knows it will be just you and I going to Marfa. If not, I’ll remind him. Trust me, he won’t mind. He really doesn’t like to dance. I guess you could call it a date. Yes, we’ll call it a date. I thought once I got married my dating days were over. I’m excited.”
My penis throbbed as I listened to her describe her evening with my uncle as a date and that I wasn’t being invited to tag along. I studied her pussy as I pushed that cucumber ever so slowly in. Her labia stretched around it. I pushed it in feeling resistance, then pulled it out. Angela’s vagina was not meant for something so big. I kept at it. After each exit her vagina looked more open. I had only gotten about two to three inches inside her. I fucked her gently. She had a dreamy look on her face. She had trouble talking so she asked him to tell her about his new truck and RV.
“Sound pretty. I can’t wait to see the inside.”
He said something which made her giggle.
I now had five inches of that cucumber in her and it was having an effect. I bent over and licked her clit which from the looks of it was getting a lot of stimulation with each stroke of that cucumber. I thought, “No wonder women say bigger is better. My penis never hits that spot, no matter how hard I thrust or the angle of my thrusts.”
She rolled her pelvis timing it to meet the thrusts of the cucumber. The table had a nice puddle of her juices under her. Her pussy made a slurping noise as I pulled out and a squishy noise as I pushed in. I took it out for just a second to see just how open she was. I hoped we weren’t ruining her vagina with our experiment. She looked pissed. I pushed it back in. Seven inches deep now.
She told him she needed to go. He said something. She answered, “You’re a perv. Telling me you hope I’ll be dreaming about you because you’ll be dreaming about me.” She didn’t sound the least bit upset, but the opposite.
She held the phone after saying goodnight and told me, “Fuck me, Billy.” I pulled the cucumber out thinking she now wanted my penis, something her vagina would find a better fit, but she said, “No, not your penis. With the cucumber.”
So I did. Eight inches of green produce thrusting in and out of her triggered in her one hell of an orgasm.
I even told her, “That looked fucking intense.”
“Billy, you know I don’t like it when you cuss, but it was fucking intense.” We both cracked up at her joke. She told me to take it out. She wanted to know how much of the cucumber was in her.
“I’m going to be so sore. Why did you get the biggest one?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I didn’t know what you wanted.”
“Billy, go get a condom. I want you in me.”
I ran to the bedroom and fished out of the nightstand a condom. I tore open the wrapped and rolled it on my penis. She scooted to the edge of the table. I went into her stretched out pussy.
She said, “I can’t even feel you. I’m so stretched out.”
“You’ll tighten back up. It’s just temporary.”
“I hope so.”
The lack of friction only added to our arousal. She rubbed her clit. She had pulled her legs up so her knees were by her breasts. I told her I was about to cum. She rubbed harder. I filled that condom, immediately pulling out. She hadn’t come.
Angela said, “Take your rubber off and pour it on me.”
I took it off, “Where do you want it?”
I thought she’d point to her breasts, but she didn’t, “My pussy. Just make sure you pour it on the outside.”
I inverted the condom and emptied its contents on her vulva.
“Billy, this is so kinky. Now eat me.”
I did and told her afterwards, “It was.” I wondered about her sudden fascination with my cum and with me tasting it. I also wondered why I eagerly did as she asked.
She made me keep the cucumber, “Don’t throw it out. I’m sure we can get a few more uses out of it.” I washed it and put it back in the refrigerator, but separate from the others.
We went to bed. She asked me to spoon her. I don’t know which one of us fell asleep first, but we were both out within minutes. Will had physically drained us.
He didn’t call the next two nights and we didn’t make love on either of those nights. We were horny, but we were waiting for his call to get the party started. We did have several serious conversations.
She had been doing a lot of thinking. The first order of business was the phone; its location in the kitchen was fine during the day, but she wanted a more relaxed setting for Will’s calls.
Angela asked, “Would you call the phone company and see if they put a phone in the bedroom? I think I want it on my side. It will be much easier don’t you think than having to take calls in the kitchen.”
I readily agreed and called the phone company. They sent someone out the following day. It only added a little to our bill as it wasn’t a new line. To show her appreciation, Angela gave me a big hug when she saw her brand new phone on her nightstand.
“Now we can be in bed when your uncle calls. I can sit in here and talk and not interrupt you if you are in the living room.”
She looked coyly at me, “Besides me, what can I serve you up for dinner? Steak, baked potatoes? Enchiladas, beans, rice?” I chose enchiladas as her Mexican food rivaled anybody’s in town.
Over dinner, she discussed Will’s visit which segued into other issues she thought needed to be discussed before his arrival.
“Are you okay with your uncle and I going to the dance hall in Marfa? I told him you wouldn’t mind. Was I right?”
I steered that speeding car right off the cliff when I answered, “Angela, I don’t mind. I want you two to have fun. If I’m there I know it won’t be as much fun. I’ll just stay home and wait for you.”
She took my hand in hers and looked at me with those blue eyes of hers I could never say no to, “We might be late.” There was plenty of mystery in her voice to tell me what late meant.
I put my other hand on top of hers and said, “I know. Just wake me up.”
She promised, “I will.”
She wasn’t done, “Lets talk sleeping arrangements. He said he might bring his RV, but he might not. We only have the one bed. The couch is too small for him. He’d be so uncomfortable.”
I had my second cuckold moment of the night and it was intense.
“Angela, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s really not big enough for you and I. We’d get no sleep. You and Uncle Will can have our bed.”
She rubbed the back of my hand harder, “Are you serious? Am I understanding you correctly? You want your uncle and I to share the same bed?”
I felt a bit ashamed, looked away, studied her hand, the one with the engagement and wedding rings on it. I worked so hard to pay for those rings.
I nodded yes, but that wasn’t enough.
“You need to say it, Billy.”
“Angela, I’m okay with you and Will sleeping in the same bed.”
She got up from the table and took the dishes to the kitchen. I sat there nursing my beer, wondering what the hell I had just done. Wondering why my dick was so hard, wondering why I was so excited, yet terrified.
She came back into the kitchen. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt her breasts press against the back of my head. Those wonderful breasts of hers I thought that gave me so much joy in so many ways. She leaned down and as she kissed my ear she whispered, “You know I love you. I just want to say thank you for being so understanding. Everything will be all right. I promise.”
I told her, “I love you too. I know.” I took a deep breath before continuing, “The next time he calls, can we do what we did the other night?”
“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as me. Help me finish up the kitchen. Again, thanks for taking care of the phone and for being so sweet and understanding. You are an amazing husband, Billy.”
Uncle Will did call and now Angela talked to him, already undressed, from the comfort of our bed. I used the cucumber and another one she bought on her. Instead of intercourse with me she asked me to lay on top of her, but not between her legs. I instead straddled one of her legs. While we kissed she started rubbing her thigh against my penis. I took the hint and humped her leg until I climaxed. With no prodding from her afterwards, I got off of her leg and licked her thigh clean of my seed before proceeding to eat her cucumber ravaged pussy.
The suspense for both of us was building. She gave me a list of honey dos. She went to the beauty parlor, had her nails done, even got a pedicure. The nights he didn’t call we fidgeted in bed. The nights he did I used the cucumber on her, humped her thigh, and ate her.
We ran out of time.We could have jumped into the car and left for the weekend. He would have gotten the hint, but I doubt if it would have stopped him, only delayed the inevitable. He had a purpose driven life and fucking my wife was on his bucket list. If not that weekend, another day, but it was going to happen.
Friday arrived. Angela seemed very calm, but swore she was nervous, but in a good way. Me, I didn’t know how I felt. Excited, scared, aroused one minute, my penis shrinking to an acorn the next. I had no idea how I was going to react. Angela suggested I take a Valium to calm my nerves.
She hugged me and whispered, “You don’t want your uncle to see you spassing out. It’s not healthy to get so worked up. Everything is going to be fine. Monday morning or whenever he leaves town we’ll go back to our old routine.”
I thought to myself, “Our old routine ended the evening of his first phone call. What made her so confident we’d return to it when he left town? We didn’t even have sex unless he called. I hadn’t climaxed inside of her in over a week. And the biggie. Angela was halfway through her cycle. She was fertile, not on birth control, didn’t own a diaphragm. What if Uncle Will wouldn’t use a condom? I had plenty of reasons to be a bundle of nerves.”
I asked her, “How about I just not be here when he shows up? I think that would make me less anxious. After I know the two of you have left I’ll come home.”
She wouldn’t hear of it, “Absolutely not. First off, I need you here with me, for moral support. Second, it would offend your uncle if you weren’t here. He’d wonder why. Third, I wouldnt enjoy myself if I thought you were all sad and lonely, in some dive. Fourth, don’t you want to help me get ready? Come on, it will be fun.”
i told her I would stay. I declined the Valium and asked for a Lone Star.
She handed me the beer and I took a deep swallow. As the beer went down my throat I thought never had a beer tasted so good.
“What do you need me to do Angela?”
She looked not just happy, but ecstatic. Her passion was contagious.
“For starters, you can run my bath. Then get naked because you’re going to get wet.”
It was a learning experience. In all our time together I had never helped her bathe. We had shared a few showers where we soaped each other down, but this was different. I wasn’t just washing her, but cleaning her body from head to toe for another man.
Our bathroom had one of those old fashioned cast iron tubs, with the claw feet. It was angled with one end higher than the other and inclined allowing you to rest your head.i wondered why the owner hadn’t taken it as it was a beauty. I stripped. The tub started to fill. I got caught up in the moment. Thinking Will would call, I pictured her in the tub soaking in her bath talking to him. I looked around got a step stool and brought the phone on her nightstand into the bathroom. I got a handful of towels, a new razor, shaving cream. I started to think about what she would wear and would she let me pick it out.
Angela entered the bathroom. She said, “I see you are getting into the spirit of things. Your poor penis looks like it wants to explode.”
I looked down. What she was saying was true. My penis was involuntarily contracting due to my arousal. She stripped and got in the tub. She said, “The water temperature is perfect. I just want to soak and relax. Why don’t you get me an iced tea?”
I did. She took a sip, “So refreshing. Why don’t you sit?”
I sat on the tile floor which was cold.
“Let’s talk about tonight. In a few hours I’m going out on a date. Dinner and dancing. How about you wash my back? Use the loofah. Feels nice. Now use a washcloth. Lots of soap. I love the smell of Dove. I think my tits are really clean now.” She inspected her underarms and lifted a leg out of the tub.
“I think you need to shave me. And my bush will need some trimming.”
As I worked on her, following her instructions, she asked, “You like getting me ready don’t you? This is one of those special moments we can share. In the future I think you should help me get ready for all my dates. Would you like that?”
I nodded and said, “I would.” I wanted to cum so bad.
“Angela, would it be okay if I masturbated? It would help me calm down.”
She looked at my erection and said, “Afraid not. Not until I get home. Drink another beer or take one of my happy pills if you need to calm down. I am glad to see you so excited.”
I Had just finished tidying up her bush when the phone rang. We both jerked. I handed her a towel to dry her hand off. She picked up the receiver.
“Hello Tex. You are? You did? I thought you were bringing your RV. Next time. We have room here. We had already decided you’d get the big bed and Billy would sleep on the couch. Where would I sleep? Where do you think? You’re too funny. In an hour. I’ll be ready. Billy is helping me. I won’t. See you soon.”
She put the phone down and looked at me, “Your Uncle will be here in an hour. I still need to dry off and do my make up. The heat has made my hair flat. Why don’t you plug in my curlers?”
I picked up a big towel and draped it around her after she exited the tub. I used it to dry her off. She leaned against the vanity and spread her legs. I dried between her buttocks. She turned around and I dried her crotch.
I commented, “I can smell you.”
“You can. Do I smell good?”
I pressed my face against her pubis. “Like Dove and pussy.”
She had this devilish air about her, teasing me by telling me, “Go on. Take a few licks. I taste good don’t I?” She was breathing heavy, “Your tongue feels too good. You know why my scent is so strong don’t you? And why I taste so much better? That’s enough, but when I get home I am going to want you to finish what you started.”
The husband in me wanted to ignore her. A few more licks was all it would take. Subconsciously I knew I was competing with my uncle over her. The cuckold in me was stronger than the husband. I stopped as she requested and looked up at her, “You’re fertile.”
She looked down at me, her smile sweet, her fingers ran through my longish hair, “That’s right. I am. The next time you see me I could be pregnant. How does that make you feel? Are you ready to start a family?”
My penis answered for me. It had been bobbing up and down, a hair trigger away from exploding. Her comments squeezed the trigger and I ejaculated. She noticed it too because my ejaculate hit just below her knee. She didn’t flinch but pressed my head to her bush. My hands grabbed her buttocks.
She coo’ed, “That’s it. Let it all out.”
I told her afterwards, “Wow. I didn’t even touch myself. I got too excited. Sorry I couldn’t wait.”
She said, “That’s okay. I think you needed it. Now you’ll be more relaxed.”
I could taste her in my mouth. I started to get up. She cleared her throat, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I looked down. The something was my cum.
“Let me get a wash cloth.”
She cleared her throat again.
I got on my hands and knees and licked her leg clean.
“And the floor.”
There wasn’t much on the tile, but I licked it up.
She noticed I had a teardrop of cum hanging from my urethra.
I took a finger wiped it clean and licked my finger clean.
“Good. Now before we do my makeup and hair I need you to put moisturizer on me.”
She pointed to the bottle of lotion. I grabbbed it and a towel. I spread the towel on the bed. She laid down. I started with her back side. She rolled over and I did her front. She looked at me. Her nipples were swollen. I rubbed one, massaged it, rolled it between my thumb and first two fingers.
“You need to stop. I’m getting too excited.”
I massaged her breasts, rubbed lotion on her arms, then her torso. I did each of her legs.
She observed, “You like this don’t you?” Her eyelids looked heavy. She was very relaxed and aroused.
“Rubbing lotion all over you? I asked.
“Silly. You know what I mean. You can admit it. I’m not ashamed to admit to it. I like you getting me ready for your uncle. You like it too. I’ve never seen you so into me. It’s like we’re achieving a whole new level of intimacy.”
“I do like it. I shouldn’t, but I do. Husbands who love their wives don’t do this.”
“I think it shows just how much you love me. Can I ask you something?”
“If this weekend goes well or even if it doesn’t go as well as we hoped, can we do this again? Would you support me dating other men?”
I didn’t mull it over for very long. The thought of other men’s hands being run all over her body, their mouths on her tits, their cocks in her vagina, even their seed in her womb, was too much of a draw, but I also realized it was just part of the allure. I derived a lot of pleasure from their emotional interaction, the dancing, the flirting, the phone calls, the gifts, them dining together. In many ways that part of the equation was more erotic than the actual sex.
I stared at her crotch before I looked her in the eye, I would.”
She sounded relieved, “Thank you. I’ve been wanting to ask you for. After these two weeks I thought you’d say yes, but I didn’t want to assume. I needed to know. You have no idea how relieved I feel knowing you want this for me, for us.”
I finished applying the lotion. She asked me to put her robe on her. I did. She said, “Let’s go to the vanity.”
In our bedroom she had a separate vanity where she sat and did her makeup. I had made it for her when we were dating. She had talked about liking them so being the good boyfriend I was I had used The university’s woodworking shop and built one. A university carpenter helped me. I worked for him one summer so it wasn’t a problem for me to use the equipment.
She told me to sit by her and to watch. She would do one side and have me do the other. Together we dolled her up. With her dark hair and cocoa colored skin she chose a light red. I suggested deep red would be more fitting. She said, “I want to look wholesome, angelic, not trashy.”
Eyelashes were tough as were the curlers. She said, “You’ll get better with practice. I might have you start doing my nails. Would you like that?”
I said, “I would.”
I stood as I worked on her. My crotch was at eye level. She observed, “You’re soft.”
I pointed out I had just climaxed fifteen minutes earlier. She answered she knew, but after rubbing lotion all over her, having our talk, and doing her makeup, she thought I’d be hard again.
I told her, “I’m aroused. I’m just too busy concentrating on what I’m doing. I want you to look perfect. This is so intimate, but it doesn’t feel sexual. Does that make sense?”
She said, “It does.” She paused to collect her thoughts before she continued, “You have cheekbones women would die for. And a cute nose. Your lips are plump. You have small ears, hands, feet. Narrow hips, but a nice tush, narrow shoulders.”
I interrupted her, “Are you saying I don’t look manly?”
She said, “Not at all. I just think you’d make a very attractive woman.”
“You think so?”
“I do. I always thought it. You have some girlish mannerisms. When you get excited or throw a ball or even when you get angry. Even the way you make love. Soft, like a woman.”
“And you find that attractive?”
She assured me, “I do.”
“Then why are you attracted to my uncle? He’s everything I’m not. Big, strong, loud, obnoxious, chauvinistic, older, and he’d make an ugly woman. There isn’t a delicate bone in his body.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. I just am. Probably for the same reason you’re excited by it. I have one more favor to ask. You don’t have to do it. I hope what I said didn’t hurt your feelings. While I’m out with your uncle tonight, would you shave?”
I ran my hand across my face. I didn’t feel any stubble. I could actually go days without shaving. I just shaved each day out of habit, not necessity.
“Not your face,” she smiled, “even though you can do it again.”
“What then?” I asked anticipating her answer. I was now physical aroused.
She took hold of it, rubbed the pad of her thumb under the head which made me tingle.
“All of it.”
“Legs, arms, crotch, chest. Just not your hair.”
“Can we wait until after Uncle Will leaves?”
“We could, but deep down we don’t want to do we?”
Fuck, she had gotten in my head and was giving me the mind fuck of my life.
“I’d be embarrassed.”
“He won’t notice, Billy. He’ll be too busy paying attention to me. You asked a few minutes ago why I married you, but am attracted to him. Here’s my answer. Some men are marriage material and some are mating material. Most aren’t both.”
“So what am I Angela if not both?”
“We know the answer Billy, but if you need me to spell it out for you I will. I’m fertile and going on a date with your uncle. Is that clear enough for you?”
Her answer excited me to the point I thought spurt cum all over her hand. She anticipated my reaction because she slid her hand down the shaft of my penis and squeezed making what had been hard soft. My manhood wilted like a flower in the summer sun.
She was a witch and I was under her spell.
“I’ll do it. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
“I’m glad you asked because there is. Look in my lingerie drawer and put on one of my nightgowns. I prefer short so I can see your legs. Pick out a pair of panties that match. You could also wear one of my bras. And now that you know how to apply makeup and lipstick, you can practice on your face. And before I forget, I have a few wigs in my closet. Pick one out.”
My mouth was so dry. I needed a Valium, a beer, maybe two.
“No promises. You’re asking me to do a lot.”
“If I didn’t think you couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t have asked.”
I felt challenged and hated backing down from a challenge, no matter how humiliating.
“I’ll do it.”
She bent over, kissed the head of my penis and said, “Good boy. I’ll reward you later. Right now, you need to get dressed. I’ll be in here until I’m ready to leave.”
I got dressed and went into the living room and waited for my uncle.
Will prided himself upon being punctual. If he was nervous I never saw it. He looked more imposing than normal with his two inch cowboy boot heels and cowboy hat. Brand new jeans and a fancy hand embroidered starched cowboy short along with a leather belt and oversized buckle of a cowboy riding a bull completed his outfit. He smelled of Old Spice.
Would have shaken hands but his were full. In one he had a bouquet of roses for Angela. In the other, a gift wrapped box. I remembered he had asked her dress size. From the look of it, Tex had come a courting.
I let him in and being the gracious host took the roses and put them in a vase. I told him they were beautiful and she would love them. I thought I did sound more like one of Angela’s girlfriends or even her mom entertaining one of her male callers. He asked where Angela was. I told him she was in the bedroom getting ready.
He said he had something for her. I politely blocked him and said I would bring his gift to her. He looked a bit annoyed, but said nothing. I went into the bedroom. Angela was sitting on the bed. I told her Tex had brought a gift and beautiful roses. I left as quickly as I had entered. Whatever he bought he we would see for the first time all together.
I returned to the living room and extended my hand. I told him it was good to see him and we were excited about the visit. I offered him a beer. He declined. I helped myself to one. He was pacing. He declined my offer of a seat saying he had been sitting all day and didn’t want his back to go out. I asked him what he had planned for the two of them. He said he had reservations in Marfa at a fancy steakhouse, followed by dancing and then stargazing.
He looked at me and said, “We’ll be out late, but not too late.” He then winked at me and said with a grin, “I will have her home before sunrise unless she decides she wants to go for breakfast.”
Angela entered the living room wearing the dress he had bought her and the cowboy boots I had bought. She looked amazing in the red sleeveless dress with the plunging neckline that showcased her cleavage. Each breast jiggled as she moved. I had never and I mean never knew her to go bra less. The hem of the dress covered one third of her thighs. I knew she didn’t have in her closet a dress that short.
She took our collective breathes away. She asked if we liked and we said we did. She wasn’t paying attention to me but to him. I swear his nostrils dilated and I wondered if he had some sixth sense allowing him to detect a woman in heat. Pan, the half goat half man I thought.
She said, “I heard you brought me roses. They are beautiful. Thank you Tex and thank you Billy for finding them a vase.”
There was an awkward pause. I moved to kiss her goodbye. She pursed her lips but offered me her cheek, “Not in front of your uncle, Billy. Besides, I just put on fresh lipstick and don’t want it to smear. Now, don’t forget to do what I asked. Love you.”
“I love you too. Good night.”
And then they were gone.
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