Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
Authors note:
Until this happened, I have never felt the need to 'handle' another cock.
I have always either watched Wendy 'handling' them or when joining in, kept my distance.
But, I do admire them, masculine, domineering, exciting, thrilling, whatever, big hard cocks Do excite me!
But does that make me Homosexual?
I think here is homosexuality in all men, I mean we spend our whole lives handling our own cocks!
When recalling these events, for the first time ever, I had an 'encounter' with Jesse, and although I admire him and joined in 'handling' his impressive cock, his 'camp' behavior still does nothing for me, neither does any male to male affection what so ever.
But that is just me!
I do not however hold any grudge to the gay community and accept that everyone has the right to be themselves.
As to Justine, she is an amazing human being and Wendy and I are privileged to meet her.
This story is also true.
It occurred quite a few years ago now.
The excerpts of dialog where I was not present, were added to make the story more enjoyable to you readers, and were recalled to me by Wendy later, in bed. As usual.
Wendy and I are still happily married after 48 years!
So many catagories.
I decided on LOVING WIVES. because it is mainly about My Wife.
It was just a feeling I had,
Nothing I had seen, just a feeling, almost as if I was intruding in their relationship by being there.
But there was no relationship, was there?
She was MY wife, not his!
It began while on our holiday, my wife Wendy and I were renting a Resort villa at Noosa.
We had been on there for 3 weeks, and having a ball.
Wendy is 43 and although carrying a few extra kilos, she is still beautiful, and very sexy, we've been married for 24 years and have been pretty happy together so far.
Jesse is the young man I'm concerned about, he is Wendy's nephew and is in the villa next to us.
He is in his early twenties, tall, well defined body, not muscular but broad shouldered, narrow hips, waxed body, and handsome, and very gay, very 'camp', which means he looks after his appearance to perfection.
The thing is, he seems TOO gay for me to believe him.
I cannot put my finger on it, but having mentioned it to Wendy, she thinks I'm mad, or jealous.
Maybe so, jealous I mean, but somehow, he seems fake, and I've been watching him closely, it's small things, like his eyes looking at her in a certain way, when he thinks no one is watching.
Also when we've been in the pool area with him, I have caught him checking out women, the same way I do, including my wife.
I didn't think a gay man would do that!
Sometimes it's just his body language, nothing that I could say definitely, but I'm sure of it.
Now I don't think that I am Homophobic, I'm ok with the gay community, I just don't understand the 'Camp' behavior.
I mean why all the over acting?
But who am I to judge?
Anyway, Wendy thinks it's terrific to have a girlfriend to hang out with.
I don't understand how women can be completely blind to the fact that a gay man is still a man, they seem to view them as another female, and behave around them as they were, even to the point of undressing in front of them, it seems.
Anyway that's my problem and Wendy gets annoyed if I mention it to her.
It all started last week when Wendy and I were lounging by the pool, Wendy was on the sun lounge, laying on her stomach with her one piece bathers straps off her shoulders.
I was in the pool, unknown to us, a young man arrived and asked if he could have the lounge on the other side.
"Of course you can." Wendy said as she looked up at him, totally surprised at seeing him there. "Jesse? what are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
" Hi Aunty Wendy! What a surprise to see you here, is Uncle Ray here too? Oh, I see him."
In a few minutes they were chatting like long lost relatives.
From the pool, I could tell he was gay, the gestures, movements, and the voice, it was all so 'Camp', 'Oh well'. I thought. 'He'll keep her entertained'.
And he did, ever since.
I returned to my lounge, beside Wendy, and said 'Hi' to Jesse, but left the conversation to themselves.
It was all girl talk, and limp wristed hand gestures, but as he was showing an interest in my wife, his Aunt, I checked him out.
At that time I believed he was completely 'Camp', he was just too well primped to be hetro.
Jesse wore tight white speedo bathers, and from the bulge in the front, he had something to hide, bigger than me.
Eventually the conversation changed from makeup to sun block, and how Wendy had forgotten ours. "Please Auntie Wendy, allow me, or your wonderful skin will burn, and we can't have that now, can we.
Us girls need to look out for each other don't we. " Jesse minced.
[see what I mean?].
"For God's sake Jesse just call me Wendy, the 'Auntie' bit makes me feel old." Wendy said.
And he began to rub the cream all over her, and taking great care in doing so.
Wendy simply lay back down enjoying the treat. All the time Jesse kept on talking animatedly, and he was paying far too much attention to her thighs and buttocks for my liking, but she didn't mind at all.
That evening I took Wendy out for dinner, and again we ran into Jesse, and Wendy invited him to join us, it wasn't that I didn't like Jesse, it's just that I wanted Wendy to myself.
Eventually the conversation returned to make up and clothes, and Wendy asked Jesse if he would like to join her on a shopping spree tomorrow, Jesse actually clapped his hands, bounced up and down an squealed.