When my 40 year old uncle and aunt invited my then young wife & myself to a small Christmas party, we happily accepted. If wearing long, low cut evening dresses as she did that night, my wife wore no bra - it was nothing out of the ordinary. My uncle and aunt often held parties, had guests stay overnight and, though only a rumour my wife had heard, they enjoyed sex with other men and women.
We four talked, music played, drinks were poured, glasses emptied and refilled and nothing unusual happened – it was a very relaxed atmosphere.
When my uncle began to coax my wife for a traditional kiss under the mistletoe, she was at first reluctant and laughed it off. Urged on by my aunt and yes, even me, my wife eventually allowed my uncle to lead her by the hand to the centre of the room and stand directly under the hanging mistletoe. The mood was simply one of people having innocent fun at a party.
They had only just began to kiss when my wife moved suddenly back from my uncle. They were both saying something but the music was too loud to decipher. First he, then my wife looked at me and (to this day I never knew why) but I smiled back at them and nodded !! More talking and they kissed once again. They once again stopped but as their lips didn't move, nothing was said. For some time they gazed at one another before turning to look at me and resumed kissing. Their kiss however was not a ‘quick peck’ but one more associated with being a prelude to sex. I glanced at my aunt and found myself looking directly at her, face on. She had obviously been watching me. I turned to look back to my uncle and in particular to my wife who, with one arm still around my his neck, lowered and moved her other hand between them and out of sight.
Standing at the wrong angle to where I sat made it impossible for any would be voyeur to see between them. While still kissing, both moved until they were sideways-on and I believe they deliberately moved to give me the unobstructed view of everything I now enjoyed. I recall clearly, in minute detail everything that occurred, what was said, my emotions and my reactions.
While my wife’s hand was fumbling near his crotch, my uncle’s hands previously hidden from view, were now visible. With her arm now lowered, the small strap of her dress had fallen (moved?) off the shoulder allowing a bare breast to be fondled by my uncle.
My aunt who must have been watching me for my reaction broke the spell.
I am not sure what my expression was but calling my uncle’s name out loud, she told him that I looked angry and perhaps “it wasn’t such a good idea (?)” so they should stop.
There followed a moment when ‘time stood still’ and the four of us looked at one another, unsure of what to do next.
Standing in the centre of the room, my uncle and my wife spoke to one another, but nobody had turned the music volume down so making it impossible to hear what was said. His hand still caressed her bare breast and my wife made no attempt to stop him. Nor did she move her own hand or hide the fact that although barely visible, she was stroking his cock. A somewhat bizarre recollection, but I recall my wife looking at me and smiling
My uncle spoke. He told my aunt that she was mistaken. My wife had told him we'd discussed open relationships and sex with others. He told my aunt I wasn’t angry but enjoying what was happening.
He then turned to me with a statement / question. "I know you're not angry. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
It was absolutely true - I wasn’t in the least bit angry, nor did I want to hurt anyone. And yes, even though I couldn't understand how such a thing could happen, the alcohol, the French kissing, my wife allowing another man to fondle her bare breast while she casually stroked his cock had made me hornier than I’d ever been before - with a rock hard cock to prove it. And I loved her and what she was doing with my uncle.
My emotions were a mixture of jealousy, an icy pit in my stomach and a real fear of losing her. I couldn't deny I wanted so many things to happen so badly. To see both of them naked and watch my uncle fuck her, to watch him slide his cock into her. And I wanted to fuck my aunt. And yet jealousy, uncertainty and the fear of losing the woman I loved won. For what could have been the best fuck of our lives ended abruptly. I called my wife to join me and the moment was forever lost.
We remained close with my uncle and aunt but sex never again entered into our friendship
I worked away for periods of time so perhaps my uncle did actully get to fuck my wife (I hope so) and she stayed overnight to be well and truly fucked by one and all at one of their parties. It is strange that although we talked openly about the bulls, she never once mentioned that Christmas, my uncle feeling her breast or her wanking him. I believe that being responsible for us leaving the party so abruptly, I'd possibly given the three of them the wrong idea that I disapproved - and they went on to fuck her without my knowing, afraid I might shun them or worse. While my wife was far too horny to hold a cock and sooner or later not be fucked by it, my uncle was aparty animal and would definitely have chased after her while I was away, fucked her and introduced her to his friends to be fucked. The loser was me.
To prove what a bull he was, while at a cousin’s wedding reception many years later, my uncle was ‘caught’ in the act of fucking his wife’s sister – my mother.
We four talked, music played, drinks were poured, glasses emptied and refilled and nothing unusual happened – it was a very relaxed atmosphere.
When my uncle began to coax my wife for a traditional kiss under the mistletoe, she was at first reluctant and laughed it off. Urged on by my aunt and yes, even me, my wife eventually allowed my uncle to lead her by the hand to the centre of the room and stand directly under the hanging mistletoe. The mood was simply one of people having innocent fun at a party.
They had only just began to kiss when my wife moved suddenly back from my uncle. They were both saying something but the music was too loud to decipher. First he, then my wife looked at me and (to this day I never knew why) but I smiled back at them and nodded !! More talking and they kissed once again. They once again stopped but as their lips didn't move, nothing was said. For some time they gazed at one another before turning to look at me and resumed kissing. Their kiss however was not a ‘quick peck’ but one more associated with being a prelude to sex. I glanced at my aunt and found myself looking directly at her, face on. She had obviously been watching me. I turned to look back to my uncle and in particular to my wife who, with one arm still around my his neck, lowered and moved her other hand between them and out of sight.
Standing at the wrong angle to where I sat made it impossible for any would be voyeur to see between them. While still kissing, both moved until they were sideways-on and I believe they deliberately moved to give me the unobstructed view of everything I now enjoyed. I recall clearly, in minute detail everything that occurred, what was said, my emotions and my reactions.
While my wife’s hand was fumbling near his crotch, my uncle’s hands previously hidden from view, were now visible. With her arm now lowered, the small strap of her dress had fallen (moved?) off the shoulder allowing a bare breast to be fondled by my uncle.
My aunt who must have been watching me for my reaction broke the spell.
I am not sure what my expression was but calling my uncle’s name out loud, she told him that I looked angry and perhaps “it wasn’t such a good idea (?)” so they should stop.
There followed a moment when ‘time stood still’ and the four of us looked at one another, unsure of what to do next.
Standing in the centre of the room, my uncle and my wife spoke to one another, but nobody had turned the music volume down so making it impossible to hear what was said. His hand still caressed her bare breast and my wife made no attempt to stop him. Nor did she move her own hand or hide the fact that although barely visible, she was stroking his cock. A somewhat bizarre recollection, but I recall my wife looking at me and smiling
My uncle spoke. He told my aunt that she was mistaken. My wife had told him we'd discussed open relationships and sex with others. He told my aunt I wasn’t angry but enjoying what was happening.
He then turned to me with a statement / question. "I know you're not angry. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
It was absolutely true - I wasn’t in the least bit angry, nor did I want to hurt anyone. And yes, even though I couldn't understand how such a thing could happen, the alcohol, the French kissing, my wife allowing another man to fondle her bare breast while she casually stroked his cock had made me hornier than I’d ever been before - with a rock hard cock to prove it. And I loved her and what she was doing with my uncle.
My emotions were a mixture of jealousy, an icy pit in my stomach and a real fear of losing her. I couldn't deny I wanted so many things to happen so badly. To see both of them naked and watch my uncle fuck her, to watch him slide his cock into her. And I wanted to fuck my aunt. And yet jealousy, uncertainty and the fear of losing the woman I loved won. For what could have been the best fuck of our lives ended abruptly. I called my wife to join me and the moment was forever lost.
We remained close with my uncle and aunt but sex never again entered into our friendship
I worked away for periods of time so perhaps my uncle did actully get to fuck my wife (I hope so) and she stayed overnight to be well and truly fucked by one and all at one of their parties. It is strange that although we talked openly about the bulls, she never once mentioned that Christmas, my uncle feeling her breast or her wanking him. I believe that being responsible for us leaving the party so abruptly, I'd possibly given the three of them the wrong idea that I disapproved - and they went on to fuck her without my knowing, afraid I might shun them or worse. While my wife was far too horny to hold a cock and sooner or later not be fucked by it, my uncle was aparty animal and would definitely have chased after her while I was away, fucked her and introduced her to his friends to be fucked. The loser was me.
To prove what a bull he was, while at a cousin’s wedding reception many years later, my uncle was ‘caught’ in the act of fucking his wife’s sister – my mother.
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