It has been four days since my wife and I arrived at my uncle Steve’s house. Even though I’d noticed him watching her intently since we got here, something seems different now. He seems excited it’s clear that my wife – a beautiful woman who he thought was completely off-limits – is flirting back with him. I can only imagine how shocked he must feel: he’s twice her age and not very good looking considering he’s on the heavy side and sort of short. The thought that he feels conflicted – undeniably turned on but not sure why she’s giving him the time of day – only serves to make everything that much hotter for my wife and I.
Today, we have a plan put in place that is the craziest we’ve thought of yet: my wife was going to strip down to nothing while he sat in front of her blindfolded.
How will we pull off such a stunt? My wife and I had agreed that the easiest way to get her naked in front of uncle Steve would be to involve the pool. We had talked that morning over breakfast about going out for a swim later in the evening. Steve in turned got the heater turned on so that the pool would be ready for us later. I set an alarm on my phone just before we were set to go out, and I told Steve that it was an important client calling. I would have to go away for a while, but I told my wife to go ahead and enjoy the pool without me. As I drove away, I thought about heading to the bar my wife and I had agreed to earlier, but I couldn’t resist turning around to find a way to sneak on them in the pool. It was easy enough to find a place to park, and I quietly entered the pool room.
I’d only been waiting about five minutes when the door opened, revealing Steve and my wife, Ana, making their way to the pool. She was dressed in the same gorgeous green dress she’d been wearing at lunch, and she had her tiny bikini and a beach towel in hand. As usual, Steve was wearing a plain tee and track pants. As he turned on the lights around the pool, he turned to Ana and joked about getting her some water wings so she wouldn’t drown. After sharing a laugh, he turned to leave, but Ana called him back. Explaining that it would be so lonely in the pool by herself, she wondered if he wouldn’t want to stay and keep her company. Steve nodded, his eyes fixed on Ana’s lovely rack. He offered to leave so she could get changed, but Ana just laughed.
“Oh, stop it! You’ll catch cold going back out there. Stay, just don’t peek, okay?” she said, and I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling.
Steve’s eyes went comically wide, but he nodded and promised not to look.
Ana smiled widely and shook her head. “I don’t trust you,” she said teasingly. “I think I’ll just have to blindfold you.”
I swear I could see Steve’s cock jump in his pants. “W…w…what?” he stuttered.
Ana cooed, “Just to make sure you don’t try to sneak a peek. I’m sure you don’t mind, right?”
Steve smiled lecherously. “Of course not,” he said. “But I’m drawing the line at you tying me up!”
Ana laughed loudly and pretended to look around. “Hmmm,” she wondered aloud. “What can we use as a blindfold?” She turned this way and that before stopping and putting a finger to her temple. “I know!” she declared loudly.
Steve’s eyes widened even further as he watched my wife put her hands on her thighs to slowly draw up her dress. He probably thought she was wearing pantyhose under the dress, but it soon became clear that they were actually hold-up stockings. Because my wife’s dress was so form-fitting, Steve was treated to each inch of her skin as the dress slowly rose. When she’d finally reached the top of her stockings, she hooked her fingers under the elastic and started to tug them down. Poor Steve’s mouth dropped open, and he licked his lips. Ana watched him with one eye has the stocking fell to her foot and step stepped out of it.
“Now then,” she whispered. “How about we turn around?