My Fantasy
I was at a local bar one night, a while back, with my wife and some friends, when my niece Angela showed up with a couple of her friends. They were all laughing and talking and obviously a bit tipsy. She was dressed in her patented layered look, but with a silky blouse that showed off her breasts to perfection, once she removed her wrap. She waved from across the room as they were seated. I motioned her over. As she walked toward me, smiling, I was taken by her hot look. In that slinky blouse, she was showing just enough cleavage to tease all onlookers. Something I hadn't seen her do before. Her breasts moved tantalizingly against the sheer fabric as she moved. "Come on, dance with this old man!" She pretended to not want to, but I playfully dragged her out onto the dance floor. I've been missing her. She and I seem to be on the same wave length in numerous ways. It was a slow song, but we were holding hands and dancing apart. Although we were apart, we kept looking at each other, both of us warm and fuzzy from our drinks. She had a smile on her face, enjoying the moment and her eyes never left my face. I smiled back at her and playfully looked her up and down. Oh, I know. That's perverted! She's my niece! But you have to understand, she's a very sexy woman!
She has beautiful hazel eyes and a smile that lights up the room. She has almost auburn hair that frames a face that is perfectly symmetrical and really very pretty. Her breasts, let's say, are bountiful. While we danced, I couldn't help but notice their soft natural movement in that slinky blouse. Looking down, I couldn't help but notice also the swell of her hips. Her butt is very nice, too. I'm a booty man, so I'm thinking to myself just how it would feel under my hand if we ever get to make out or better yet, to fuck. It could happen!
I know she caught me checking her out because her smile changed from a plain old smile of someone having a good time into one that said; "I know you're checking me out! It was a bit of a smug smile, if you know what I mean. Whenever I looked back at her face I noticed her eyes had never left mine. She had "fuck me" all over her face. It's like she was reading my mind. It was a bit unnerving to realize I'd been caught and it made me really self-conscious. I almost asked her why she was staring so intently at me but chickened out. I probably didn't really want to know the answer because it might prove my suspicions correct.
When the song ended, I was almost relieved. Her friends were calling to her to leave, but before she left me, she leaned in and kissed me, not a peck, but something more, like a promise of things to come, even moving in close with her upper body. When she pulled away I noticed that smug smile again. It wasn't the first kiss on the lips we had shared. We often gave each other little pecks on the lips, but it was the first one after she had caught me checking her out and it lingered a moment longer than usual. Her mouth was warm and soft and gave me a case of the 'what if's'. As she turned to walk away, I wanted to check her out from behind, but I caught sight of my wife watching me. I quickly shut down the raunchy thoughts in my head and made my way back to the table as she and her friends made their out the door.
My wife and I finished out the evening, shared a few quick dances and when a slow dance came up, I found myself holding her a little tighter than usual. As we were moving against each other I couldn't get the thought of my sexy niece out of my head and even though it was my wife I was dancing with, in my mind it was Angela. I had gotten pretty horny.
Let me explain a bit. I've been married for over 40 years to my wife. Like most, we started out our marriage fucking like rabbits! We experimented with all sorts of toys, positions, locations and scenarios. She refused to swing, however. Life was good. We made love three or four times a week. After our first two children born, it slowed down some, like most people. Money was tight and we were tired a lot more often and just didn't seem to find the time or energy. As they grew older and two more came along, fucking went from a few times a week to once or twice a month. Over the years even that dwindled to once every couple of months to almost non-existent. Finally, it's been a couple of years since we've even hinted at having sex. We are good friends and care deeply about each other, but the spark has totally gone out. I've tried a few times over the years to initiate things, but nothing seems to make a difference. Our kids are long gone from the house, but that hasn't made a difference. For our 40th anniversary, we spent a really nice full day together; Wine tasting, mineral baths and massages and a nice dinner and a night at the casino. When we were done there, we went to our room to celebrate with wine and cheese. I popped the cork on a bottle and we had a glass. I tried to get her to share the huge shower. No luck. When I got out of the shower, she was sound asleep.
That is my anemic excuse for looking at my niece like I did. I'm still a healthy male with a normal sex drive which is not being met at home. Except for random unexpected sex, I've never truly cheated on my wife, although I had several female friends, but none with benefits. Although I fantasized often about other women and more recently my niece, I never thought it would come to anything. That is, until a few months later.
My niece, who is in her 40s, graduated from college and worked a while in a social work environment. She's married to her long time sweetheart and lives a comfortable life. I see her often, though not often enough. She is close to and cares for my wife very much.
She came to visit my wife one time and ended up staying several days. One morning I had overslept a bit and was in a rush to get in the shower. The bathroom door was ajar and as I grabbed the knob and started to enter. Angela was standing there totally naked, in the steamy bathroom, before the mirror with a towel covering her head, arms up, vigorously drying her hair. I know she didn't see me because of the towel, but I sure saw her! Her beautiful breasts were on full display and her nipples were just dancing as she hurried to dry her hair. Her reflection in the mirror only doubled my steamy visual. She was everything I had fantasized she'd be. Before she could catch me staring at her, I closed the door and stepped back a few paces and called out, "Angela, are you in the bathroom? I'm running a little late and need to take a shower."
"I'll be right out. I'm done in here." When she stepped out, she was wrapped in a towel and had another like a turban on her head. Her skin still had some water droplets on it and was a little red from the hot water. I could feel the heat from her as she slid by in the hallway. The towel was bunched at the top of her breasts with just a slight hint of cleavage showing. The bottom of the towel was very high up on her thighs and barely covered that delightful booty of hers.
"Wow! What a sexy sight you are first thing in the morning!" I told her. She blushed a bit as she stepped by me. I couldn't resist. I swatted her on her butt as she passed by.
She jumped a bit at the contact and giggled. "You think so?"
"Girl, you have no idea." I told her as I closed the bathroom door. My dick was as hard as a rock when I got undressed. So, while in the shower, I soaped it up and with thoughts of me fucking my sexy niece running through my head I washed the hell out of it until I shot ropes of cum onto the shower walls. When my shower was done I came out and quickly got dressed and she went with me to work, so she could have the car for the day. On the drive, I kept stealing glances of her. For the rest of the day all I could imagine was what I would love to do with her if only given half a chance. Still, I chalked it up to an old man having fantasies of bedding a younger attractive woman. The fact that she was my niece only made the fantasies more erotic. I wonder if other men have such forbidden fantasies. Most likely, I decided. I rationalize my desire for her by reminding myself that we are not blood kin.
Over the next few days I tried my damnedest to catch more glimpses of her near nakedness. I would sit patiently in my chair waiting for her to come out of the shower wrapped in her towels and try and get a glimpse of her thighs beneath the towel. I even went so far as to come out wrapped in a towel myself to see if she showed any interest. The longer she stayed the more comfortable we became seeing each other in various stages of undress. We were never totally nude, although I did see her in her bra a couple of times. Usually, it was just as I getting ready for work. We'd usually just joke about it a bit and get on with our business.
I did notice that in the evenings she began to wear more revealing outfits as we lounged around the house. She takes casual to a new level, sometimes with no bra and a bit of skin peeking out. If she was trying to turn me on, she was succeeding! Then it happened.
We were totally alone one evening, when she asked, "Do remember that night at the bar when you pulled me out onto the dance floor a few months ago?"
"Yes." I responded a little nervously. I had hoped she'd forgotten about that.
"Were you checking me out? I kept looking at you and saw you looking at me. It looked like you were undressing me with your eyes," she said to me. I was startled, I'm really sorry about that."
