My Wife and Uncle Steve.

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?My Wife and Uncle Steve

Wife Unknowingly Put On A Webcam Show

My wife is on the road a lot for work, and naturally, she ends up meeting all kinds of guys and taking them back to her room on a regular basis. When she left for her trip this past week, I confessed to her that I wanted her to leave her laptop open and pointed on the bed so that her webcam could capture all the action. I wanted to see her get laid. One evening, before she went down to the hotel bar, she opened her laptop, turned on Skype and headed out. It was about an hour later when she sent me a text saying she’d met a guy and would be heading back to the room if I wanted to watch.
Her show ended up being amazing. The slut got on her knees in front of the desk and offered me a wonderful view of her sucking and slurping as his big dick. The whole time she told him how delicious he was and how she wanted more. Eventually, she got up and began undressing, revealing every inch of her skin to the man and the camera. She moved to the bed and laid back, spreading her legs obscenely wide and playing with her pussy for a few moments. Of course, the camera caught everything before the guy stepped into the view to climb on top of her. Even though his back was mostly to the camera, the angle was still awesome, and I got to see everything as he fucked the shit out of her. He put her legs high on his shoulders, widening his stance and unknowingly giving the camera the perfect shot of him slamming his thick rod in and out of her soaked cunt. My wife was moaning and whimpering the whole time, commanding him to fuck her pussy good and hard. When he told her that he was able to cum, she ordered him to shoot his thick load deep inside her channel, which he happily did. He rolled off of her after a moment, and immediately her fingers went down to her cunt to play with herself as his seed began dripping out. It made its way down her ass before settled on the bed to make a huge wet spot. The entire scene was amazingly hot.
Once he’d left, she got up on her elbows and looked right at the camera. She took one of her fingers and swirled it around her used cunt, fingering her dripping wet slit. The whole time, she told me how great of a fuck he was and how wet and gross her twat was overflowing with his jizz. A couple of times, she pulled her cum-soaked fingers free and licked them clean, going slowly and exaggerating her every move. When she wasn’t licking her digits clean, she moved them to her breasts and pinched her nipples, spreading the fluid around.
Eventually, she got up and came closer to the computer. She was in middle of telling me she hoped I had enjoyed the show when suddenly her face went pale and she yelled “oh shit!” The program and my view of her immediately closed. I grabbed my cell and texted her, asking what was going on. She called me a few minutes later, and I could tell she was having a panic attack. She said when she’s approached the computer and opened up the Skype app (which had been reduced to the task bar to hide it), she noticed that there were a bunch of contacts from her job logged on and watching her. She had looked around the screen, and that’s when she realized that the program was set up to accept all calls. So, when her co-workers saw that she was online, they initiated a video call that was automatically accepted without her knowing. What started out as a couple of co-workers watching turned into many as they contact each other and all logged on to see the show.
She’d tried to do some damage control, but it wasn’t easy. She’s closed Skype in such a panic, she didn’t really have an opportunity to see who was watching. In the days after, she received lots of emails from co-workers. Many of the woman who emailed her degraded her and called her names like slut and whore, telling her she was disgusting and they were going to tell anyone who would listen what she was really like. Some even threatened to tell her husband (which I certainly got a laugh at). One of the ladies asked if she could join in next time, and of course, all the male co-workers wanted to know if they could come in as the star of the next show!
My wife was pretty nervous the rest of the weekend, but when she went into work this morning, it was with an attitude. She left the house wearing a loose-fitting but very low cut top, a sexy mini skirt and her “fuck me” heels. She argued that if she was going to be labeled as the office slut, she might as make sure she looked the part! She told me that any woman who dared say something nasty to her were at risked for getting cursed out in front of everyone and any guy who approached her would probably get laid. I’m thinking it should be an interesting day at the office!

Locked + Left Out = Loved

Dear Beloved Cuckold,

In order for me to really get into this game, it is best if you and I stop having the regular Saturday morning intercourse session. Whenever we do that, it’s a little like mutual masturbating for us both. We both get some relief, but you are never aroused to the degree cuckolding makes you and I always feel cheated afterwards. It may be why I get irritable and short with you sometimes. It’s like I know you have it in you, but it only comes out when I tease you with the concept of finding someone sexually superior to you. You are so predictable: Your desire is incredibly easy to turn on and off, just like a faucet.

What I want in my sex life is not exactly what you want, and I want what I’ve always wanted: to inspire intense sexual desire in the one man I love. Because just me, as just me, only gets me once-a-week 15 minutes of vanilla sex.

If it were up to me, I would prefer to have sex with only one man for the rest of my life, because frankly, this whole cuckolding game is a huge time and energy consumer (not to mention the emotional roller coaster) for the wife. It would be ever more convenient and so much safer for me, if you didn’t have this fetish. But you do and I simply cannot deny what/who I’m living with. I hope you understand that it is very difficult for me to separate my sex from my love. That is what is so weird and why I waffle in and out of this game.

However, me as your wife who gives her sex to a strange dominant male, gets you high on an adrenaline/sex rush. THAT, I like.
Your weekly intercourse attempts do not give me the high, the sex rush I deserve and it serves neither of us, really. Perhaps if I am deprived at home, I will have a more urgent passion for finding some decent hole expanding cock with real girth, weight and finesse. You know exactly the kind of man, don’t you?

So it will be best if you are relieved of your fumbling attempts at sexual intercourse. Yes dear, just put your dick away, that is unless I have an urge to suck, lick or stroke a cock and yours just happens to be the most convenient one. And besides, it’s fun for me to get you all excited and then deny you release while I cum in your face. I do enjoy the stroking of your cock with baby oil and then having you lick me to orgasm while your pathetic dicklet bobs around, twitching with an ache to spurt what is building up in your loins. I like seeing your manhood locked up in it’s cage, too. And even though you are too much of a wimp to take a real dick in your ass, we both know that Dr. King Kong had his finger up your ass just fine, which certainly leaves room for my well lubed, gloved middle finger. Your prostate must be milked from time to time and I intend to become an expert.

We can work together on finding the real man who can arouse and fill me up properly. And at some point, you can be humiliated, on your knees watching, leaking with your pent up desire as you are left out and forced to watch a real man take your wife in ways you simply aren’t capable of.

How does this make you feel, loved, yet left out? Yeah, that’s what I thought.