The story so far:
Christine is staying with her Aunty Olwen whilst her mother, Olwen's sister, travels to America to be bred by a black man at a clinic that guarantees that she'll have a black baby. Olwen has had permission from Mari, Christine's mother, to introduce her daughter to the Hot Wife/cuckold lifestyle. Already, Christine has witnessed Olwen's husband being milked and pegged. She is desperate to lose her cherry, and Olwen has promised to set her up with a date.
Oh Aunty Olwen, I'm so glad you've let me into your lifestyle," Christine said. "I want to be a Hot Wife like you one day. Do you think you can teach me enough to surprise mam and daddy when they come home?"
"I'm sure I can," I replied. "By the time your parents get home, I hope to give them a different version of the daughter they left under my control."
END OF PART ONE. Now read on...
Christine had been with us for just over a week now. She'd accepted Richard and my lifestyle willingly, and was a quick learner. She wandered around the house scantily dressed, often 'accidentilly' bumping into Richard, or bending over to reveal a lack of underwear. At one point he confessed to me that he'd been constantly hard for two days, and that he was leaking pre cum non-stop. I was extremely proud of my niece.
As promised, I'd taken her down to our local fetish club on Saturday night. We'd left Richard at home, cock locked, of course, with the promise to return with a couple of cream pies for him to eat. Richard kissed us both, wished us "Good hunting" and settled down to watch his favourite porn channel whilst his Hot Wife and her niece went out to get themselves fucked.
You know that saying about the best laid plans of mice and men? Well, it turns out that it also applies to Hot Wives and their desperate-to-lose-her-cherry nieces too. The club was practically dead. When we walked in, there were two couples sat in one of the booths in the lounge, and a pair of gay men holding hands and talking quietly at one end of the bar. Kevin, the club manager was on duty behind the bar, and I asked him what was going on, and why it was so quiet.
"I guess it's a combination of the summer holidays and this gorgeous spell of weather," he replied gloomily. "There's some swingers in the lounge and Spencer just popped in to meet his new date. They're not staying. I suppose they're going back to Spencer's place and he's going to get himself well fucked, the lucky bastard."
Kevin, I should mention, was bi-sexual, and as long as whoever his partner for the evening happened to be gave him a good spanking first, he was happy to fuck or be fucked afterwards. I know this, because I've spanked him and fucked him with my strap-on. I've also been fucked by him whilst Richard watched.
"I'm thinking of closing early," Kevin continued, "unless you and your young lady friend have arranged to meet someone here?"
"No such luck," I smiled sadly. "Don't worry, Kevin. You close up when you can. Christine and I will go back home and tease Richard!"
Kevin smiled and offered to come home with us, but that wasn't what I had in mind for Christine. I declined his kind offer, and we made our way back home.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said as I drove home. "Normally the club is bouncing on Saturday nights. I never thought I'd say it, but this lovely weather we're having is a definite disadvantage for ladies who are seeking cock!"
Richard was both surprised to see us back home so early and disappointed at the lack of cream pie. But as usual, he made the best of a bad job and Christine and I both sat on his face in turn and he licked us both to a satisfying orgasm before we all went upstairs to bed.
Sunday morning dawned sunny and warm, and we all had breakfast out on the back patio. Christine took the opportunity to sunbathe topless, and I saw the chance to tease Richard even further, so I got my tits out as well. When we both decided to have an after-breakfast pipe, Richard's torment was complete, and he took the dirty breakfast dishes into the kitchen with a very snug cock lock indeed.
Meanwhile, Christine and I poured over the latest edition of the contact magazine that I used to find casual lovers, and we made a list of suitable candidates who were within a reasonable distance. By the time Richard came back into the sunshine, we had a total of five to phone.
"No time like the present," I smiled at Christine, getting to my feet. In truth, the sun was already uncomfortably hot, and my tits were starting to burn. "Are you coming, sweetie?"
Christine looked at me with a wicked grin.
"Surprise me," she said, blowing a stream of creamy pipe smoke at Richard. "We can't both be on the phone at the same time, and you're much more experienced at this than I am. I think I'll stay here and get a sun tan, and Uncle Richard looks as if he's gagging for me to sit on his face again. I did enjoy his tongue last night!"
I grinned. The little minx had taken to calling my cuckold 'Uncle' when she realised what a thrill it gave him. I winked at him and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Do a good job, cucky," I smiled at him. "I'll expect a full report from my niece when I come back!"
In the cool of the house, I picked up the phone and dialled the first of the numbers that Christine and I had listed. My heart sank as I heard that annoying voice telling me that the number I had dialled had not been recognised. I replaced the receiver, checked the number carefully, and re-dialled, only to get the same message.
It was often like this, I reflected. For every genuine advertiser, there was always two or three timewasters. I moved onto the second number, and dialled that. Settling back in my armchair, I listened to the ringing tone. At least this was a genuine number, I thought to myself.
But there was no answer. I put a small tick by the side of the number on my list and moved onto the next number.
Dialling, I heard the connection being made, and the phone ringing at the other end. To my delight, it was answered after only three rings.
"Hello?" said a deep voice, and I felt my clit twitch. The game, as Sherlock Holmes used to say, was afoot!
"Good morning," I replied. "I'm ringing in connection to an advert in Swinger's Monthly magazine. I understand that you're seeking a lady for some, how did you word it? Adult fun?"
"Um... that's correct," came the reply. "Are you interested? I'm new to the area, and I am looking for a casual, but regular partner. I can explain my situation if you'd care to hear it?"
"I'm all ears," I replied, slipping my pipe into my mouth and re-lighting it. This sounded promising!
Little did I know how promising it would turn out to be. Nearly half an hour later, I replaced the receiver, and stood up. My pipe was almost empty and my cunt was distinctly damp. I made my way out onto the back patio to give Christine the good news. I grinned as I saw her still sitting on Richard's face. She'd got his cock lock exposed and was tickling his balls whilst he was worshipping her. She looked up dreamily as I approached.
"Any luck?" she asked breathlessly. Her nipples stuck out like bullets, and it was obvious that Richard was doing a good job with his tongue. I smiled at her.
"Oh yes," I replied. "You and I are in for a treat this afternoon. Let the cuckold up, sweetie. I want him to hear this too!"
Reluctantly, Christine stood up. She slid a finger into her cunt and sighed.
"Uncle Richard is a wonderful cunt licker," she said, showing me her finger that glistened with cunt cream in the sunlight. I nodded in agreement.
"And later on, he's going to have some cream pie for tea," I told her. "Just wait till you hear what I have to tell you!"
A red faced Richard got to his feet, licking his lips and looking proudly at me.
"Put your little boy clit away, cucky," I smiled, "and sit down and listen. You're going to drive Christine and me to a date this afternoon. And because you missed out last night, I've negotiated a bit of voyeurism for you! You can watch Christine and me getting fucked!"
Both Christine and Richard sat down, and I started to relate my recent telephone conversation to them.
"I spoke to a genuine advertiser," I began. "His name is Hubert, and he's a GP who has moved into the area following the death of his wife. He's looking for regular play, but with no strings attached. I explained my lifestyle to him, and he's very interested. He wants to speak to you first, Richard, to make sure that you're comfortable with him fucking your wife!"
Richard grinned, and Christine added, "And your niece too?"
I winked at her.
"Don't fret about that," I told her, "Hubert has a son, a young man who misses his mother terribly, and who needs to be looked after by the right sort of woman! He's a newly qualified doctor too."
Christine squealed with pleasure. "Am I going to get fucked at last?" she asked, and I winked at her again. Should I tell her, I thought to myself before rejecting the answer decisively. Surprises were so much more fun!
Richard prepared a light lunch for us all, and we ate on the patio in the sunshine. Whilst he cleared away after our meal, Christine and I went upstairs to get ready for our date.
"What should I wear?" my inexperienced niece asked, and I selected a strappy cotton sun dress that gave a teasing glimpse of her pert young tits. It was knee length and I told Christine not to bother with any underwear or stockings.
"Those 'fuck-me' sandals will be perfect," I told her. "It's not as if you're going to a prayer meeting, is it? I reckon if we allow ten minutes for introductions and for Richard to admit that he's a willing cuckold, we should both be naked and impaled on a nice thick cock!"
"Do you mean we're all going to be in the same room?" Christine asked in a shocked voice.
"Oh yes!" I confirmed. "Hubert has agreed that I can watch my favourite niece getting fucked for the first time! I want my tongue in your mouth as your first cock slides into your beautiful tight cunt!"
Christine hugged herself and giggled.
"You're such a pervert, Olwen!" she said, blushing furiously. "I love you and your attitude so much!"
Half an hour later, Christine and I were being driven to our assignation by a very happy looking Richard. He parked outside a large detached house at the far end of the town, and as we all walked up the garden path, the front door opened and we saw two figures stepping out into the sunshine to greet us.
Christine, who was holding my hand gasped audibly and I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Leave the talking to me," I muttered. "I'll introduce you presently." I was much better at concealing my surprise than my young niece. When I'd spoken to Hubert on the phone earlier, I had no idea that both he and his son were tall, fit looking and very, very black!
"Olwen?" asked the older man. "Welcome. I'm Hubert. This is my son, Isaac, and who might this vision of beauty be?" He smiled at Christine.
"This is my niece, Christine, who is staying with me for a while," I said, shaking hands formally with Hubert and then with Isaac. "We're both very pleased to meet you."
