After Uncle Phil

It took a lot of soul searching to tell my "Shameful" story of Uncle Phil and I having sex. The comments and suggestions vary from helpful (especially with what categories to choose) and really bizarre, even hateful. Anyway what is done is done and I feel I owe some background and follow up which may help to clarify some of this.

My Husband (I will call him Matt here) is several years my senior, a well travelled and experienced person. I was engaged to be married when we first met and my then fiancé and Matt were old friends however Matt had been absent for several years travelling and working away.

I eventually broke that engagement as I learnt during that time that my fiancé was quite possessive, jealous and very immature and we had started to argue over almost everything.

Matt was involved with another woman then and we did not see each other for some time and I partied around a little and had several other liaisons.

Over the course of time Matt and I crossed paths again, both of us single by that point and were soon moving in the same circles until somehow we really found each other. My previous boyfriend lost his marbles over this and spread me as a cheater, loose, a slut etc which really hurt me and hung on me for many years.

My Husband Matt always maintains that nobody owns anybody and we all free to make our own choices in life and govern our own destiny (He loves soap boxing these ideals). He has always actively encouraged me to engage with people of all races, sexes, persuasions and to not judge or assume anything and also asks for the same respect, that he has the freedom to choose who he talks and shares with (even my old fiancé).

We do not struggle financially and have always led a very healthy lifestyle where we both maintain peak levels of fitness and are very committed to our sports and leisure. Our life style and outlooks have pretty much kept us connected with many groups and circles of friends with a lot of people interactions.

We have always enjoyed what I would describe as a "Rich" relationship, talking openly and honestly about anything really and although we have always been intimate, I would describe this side of our relationship as fairly Vanilla.

I have always had a need for physical contact, exploration and a real desire for sex, Matt however, can be comfortable just to be there and does not share my depth of passion.

Matt has confided in me several times that he feels I may need extra sexual encounters and experiences that he cannot provide. He is always open to me exploring as long as we are both open and honest and nothing is hidden or deceitful. These conversations alone always improve our love making and fire our imaginations to greater levels but don't last long unfortunately.

I certainly have had opportunities to act on this many times and have been approached by guys looking to "take a chance". I have discussed these different proposals with Matt each the time and although it has supercharged our lovemaking for a period, I have never felt the person to be "Right" or comfortable with the situations and surroundings.

For some background, I had grown up amongst my extended family and Uncle Phil had always been the rock solid uncle who was a pillar of society, involved with the local tennis club, lifesaving club life member, a big strong lovely natured man who had time to do anything for anybody. His daughter (my cousin) and I were the same age and lived in and out of each others pockets and as teens, even she thought that Uncle Phil was cool. That was the Uncle Phil who I have always admired, never a hint of anything else.

Uncle Phil's wife passed away 10 years ago now and he has been lost and lonely for so much of that time since. He has continued with all of his activities and interests but never with the same enthusiasm. He has kept himself in great shape and portrays an image of having it all together, mainly to please his daughter and keep her off his back I believe.

Well that is as much background as I can share to give you an idea of who I/we are and where I fit into life and family.

For those still reading who are interested in the follow on from my encounter with Uncle Phil, I will continue where I left off and to where we are now..

The morning after..

I woke in the morning daylight and on the sofa and was immediately aware of my position on the couch and the sex with Uncle Phil some hours earlier. I was naked under the blanket and I turned to see that I was alone. Uncle Phil was not here, and for a weird second I thought nothing must have happened but as I did this I felt between my legs and my fingers found dry sperm crusted through my pubic hair and as I slid a finger along and into my folds there was so much wet semen still leaking from my depths. Strangely I did not feel ashamed or guilty or anything like that, but quite excited about what we had done.

I got up and checked through the unit but Uncle Phil had obviously gone, I was not sure when and considered that he must be embarrassed or ashamed but really I had no idea.

I went to the shower to clean up and I could not help but play back through how last night started, the massage, the emotions and of course, the sex. I soon began playing with myself in the shower (something I never do) squeezing my own soapy tits, teasing the nipples, rubbing my now swelling and tender clit.

With my eyes closed I was visualising Uncle Phil pushing his cock into me again, feeling the stretch, remembering fullness when I heard a noise apart from the running water and I opened my eyes. The bathroom door was ajar and when I looked into the mirror, through the steam, I could see Uncle Phil still in the hallway watching me in the mirror jilling of in the shower.

Although I was surprised I did not squeal or feel the need to freak out, instead I continued to slowly pleasure myself and look at Uncle Phil as he stared at me and then appeared to unconsciously push his shorts down and take hold of his already fat cock and begin to stroke it firmly.

Instantly my heart rate increased and it seemed to be beating in my throat. I had to close my eyes again and lean back against the shower wall to stop trembling, to control myself and understand what was happening.

I have never been into masturbating, have only ever once as a teenager managed to make myself cum and I never played with myself in front of anyone before. The pleasure and sexual energy I was feeling was raw and exciting and when I opened my eyes again, Uncle Phil had entered the bathroom, totally naked now and was standing at the end of the shower (it's a doorless, walk in type shower) and was rubbing his swollen cock facing me.

I focused on his arousal and I rubbed harder and faster until my legs began to tremble so much I had to slide down to the shower floor where I sat spread eagled with my pouting pussy convulsing between my probing fingers until I suddenly shook and shuddered as an orgasm completely overtook me and I moaned out very loudly (another first I for me).

When I had regained some composure I watched as Uncle Phil, only an arm's length in front of me, continued to jerk his big cock and I was amazed, thinking that not so many hours ago he had buried this impressive cock into my pussy and his now swaying balls had unloaded a copious load of cum deep inside of me.

It seemed clear to me that Uncle Phil was not adept at masturbation either and he seemed clumsy in his motions and not sure where to go with this now that I was satisfied (to some degree). I could feel hesitation and not wanting to lose the moment, I rose to my knees and crept through the shower till my nose nudged Uncle Phil's pulsing cock and with one motion I reached up and grasped his pole, relieving his hand and engulfed the large head into my mouth. Uncle Phil gasped and almost tried to step back but I began sucking hard and jerking his cock in rhythm, taking as much of his swollen cock into my mouth that would fit.

I put my whole being into sucking Uncle Phil and he looked down on my wet naked body, mouth wrapped firmly around his manhood as I gobbled hard on his slippery knob and tried to give him the best blow job ever.

I have only ever sucked cock before because I "had to". Giving head has never been a sexual pleasure for me but right then with Uncle Phil, kneeling in the shower with warm water cascading down my back and his fat cock in my mouth, his heavy balls bumping against my chin and cheeks at times, I was totally loving it and began working really hard to get him off.

Before my knees even got sore on the tiles, I felt Uncle Phil tense and I looked up to see his head tilt back as I felt his cock twitch and spasm. I am the first to say I do not like the taste of a man's cum and have only ever tried to swallow once in my younger teens which was a disaster, so I was not going to let that ruin this experience and I whipped his cock from my mouth and continued to jerk his rock solid weapon, aiming it at my wet and shiny chest. Uncle Phil groaned from somewhere deep inside and thrust forward as he ejected a solid warm jet of cum all over my round wet breasts.

I continued to milk his cock and he shot several more thick heavy loads of cum onto my swollen tits and it leaked down off my boobs, cum everywhere, sliding over my body, down my stomach until again I had Uncle Phil's white gooey cum covering my bush.

When Uncle Phil was totally spent and began to soften, I stood from my position on the floor and pecked his cheek and smiled. We both stood in silence for a second with no awkward feelings and I led him into the shower where we washed each other's bodies and had several cuddles which strangely were not sexual but soft and comforting.

After we finished and dried off we both got dressed and went to the kitchen to make coffee and for the first time we actually spoke. We had not really said anything of any meaning to each other before the sex last night until after the sex this morning.

Uncle Phil could honestly not believe that I had enjoyed our experience so much and that I had no guilty feelings although I did truthfully tell him that I was not sure if I was nervous or excited to tell Matt about the encounters.

Uncle Phil became very concerned that I was going to tell Matt and kept telling me that it was probably not a good idea and that he truly liked Matt and did not want to see him hurt or have any hate between him. He began saying he thought this was all a huge mistake.

I calmed him during the conversations and told him that Matt and I were very open and that I would find the right time, place etc, to work through this with him. I was beginning to doubt this myself with Uncle Phil's worry.

Uncle Phil also confided in me that he had not had any relationship, even a kiss or cuddle from any female since my aunty got sick and eventually passed away so many years ago. He also told me that they only ever had sex 3 or 4 times a year and it was straight up and down, nothing sideways.

He seemed proud to tell me that I had given him his first ever head job and had never even considered Cumming on a woman in his life and how erotic that was for him.

The conversation with Uncle Phil was sobering and we both understood that I was going home and there was not going to be anything ongoing and although we loved each other as people, we would not be in any relationship. I did encourage Uncle Phil to seek a relationship elsewhere though as he was still strong & healthy and he deserved to be loved and not be lonely.

Nothing else transpired with Uncle Phil on that visit as I had a lot of work to get through and Uncle Phil was already booked on a flight to Brisbane early the next morning to visit his sister for her 60

th

birthday party celebrations.

In the next few days I finished all of the tasks I had set out to achieve and thought about our encounters several times (I Jilled myself to several more orgasms in the shower also, wow, who would have thought).

I would only confront this with Matt in person and he was not due back into the country for a week yet so I had time to get back home, back to work and continue with life. I did visit a sex shop and buy a toy (my first ever) because of the new found skill I had achieved and was horny so often I was starting to get concerned. I encouraged Uncle Phil by email to trust himself and date a little and find out what was available for him in the outside world for companionship, as I continually told him, "You are a real catch for any lady".

When Matt finally arrived home after another delay we had enjoyed a great night and not long after going to bed I had basically attacked him (he called it rape) and I worked him out feverishly over that night and the next morning. We had just finished fucking each other that morning and lying in bed and the Uncle Phil experience was on my mind (of course) and I was considering just how to start the conversation, when Matt rolled toward me and said, "You have screwed someone else, haven't you" with what seemed to be an inquisitive smile.

I giggled a little like a school girl and asked how he knew that. He looked at me seriously then and reminded me that openness and honesty are our virtues and I needed to bring that now.

I started by telling him that I had had sex with another man and yes I had enjoyed it. I totally knew that the person was clean and I was still on birth control and there was no romance or loving involved. Matt had not pushed who the person was and I don't think that concerned him either. He was very interested in my motivation (spontaneous I told him) and what we did and where and if it was as exciting for me as I hoped for.

He did not ask about the size or how long it lasted, or how many times which led me to think that he was not insecure with himself at all. I asked him this and he bluntly replied "I love you in many other ways and I really do enjoy sex with you, but I know I am no stud and I cannot lift you to places I can't get to myself".

I asked him if he wanted to know who it was and he told me only if I wanted to tell him. I pondered this and then told him, "You know him".

He immediately said "Really" and his eyes gave him away because I could tell he was interested now.

I considered playing him along a little but decided not to as this was new territory and a little weird I guess. I slowly and softly said "It was Uncle Phil".

Matt's eyes grew wide and he said incredulously "Bullshit" but his eyes never left me and again he said, "Your bullshitting me...... really your bullshitting me aren't you"?

I giggled again nervously and Matt started to giggle also and he teasingly said "You really fucked your Uncle Phil, really" and I could only keep giggling.

After a lot of tickling, teasing and goofing around eventually Matt told me that he was comfortable with that and he was happy it was not some random guy I had just picked up.

He also told me (first time ever), that if he could have possibly got hard just then that he would fuck me and make me moan for more but instead he promised to make good that that night.

That night when we leapt into bed I told Matt about giving Uncle Phil his first ever blow job. Matt was as excited as I have ever known him and he certainly did not disappoint me with his promise to fuck me and make me moan (Three times in 24 hours, another first for Matt).

On my return home I also spoke with my cousin about Uncle Phil seeking some company as he was unsure how she would feel if he sought another womans company, as he puts it, and of course she has encouraged him to look around.

Uncle Phil has been on the dating scene and has been "very lucky" with his ventures he tells me and he is now actually seeing a lady which my cousin tells me, appears to be getting a bit serious. I could not be happier for the outcome and new confidence with Uncle Phil and although we both have a shameful secret to hide, we also could not be in a better place.

I have to say at this point that I have enjoyed getting this story off my chest, although Matt knows the ins and outs, he has a very open mind and I know many others don't see the world like he does. I am not seeking any justification or judgement from anyone, I just feel better for sharing.

I only have life experiences to share but let me know if you the readers would like to hear about any of my early confessions (Matt has not been my one and only) or some of the experiences I have had after these events with Uncle Phil.