My Uncle Lon reputation preceded him. Every woman in the family knew about him. He is into fucking family members. Because he is a stub in bed, he really has no trouble getting between the legs of women in my family. I been one of the few to hold out, I always my sister would remain strong like me. The slut had Uncle Lon over for the weekend, when her husband was away on a fishing trip. According to my sister first hand report, uncle Lon had world class endurance, able to fuck for an extended period of time without cumming. Hearing my sister account of their affair, I can honestly say my panties were wet. But I had never cheated on my husband in the seven year we had been married, even if he wasn't the best in the sack. So I had always made sure to steer clear of my uncle.
But my calling my sister back for more detail, gave off enough signals that I draw my uncle interest. He boldly appeared at my front door one afternoon, knowing my husband was, at work. I should have slam the door in his face, since I knew what he was there to try and do. Instead I let him in.
My uncle Lon is a good looking man, and cocksure of himself. He boldly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, rubbing his swelling cock against me. In comparison my husband was nervous about kissing me on our second date. My resistance melted away and turning me into a big puddle of pussy juices within seconds. I couldn't believe how rapidly, and how easily my resistance dissipated.
When he moved to undressed me, I should have stopped it then and there, but I offered no resistance. He peeled my clothes off me as easy and peeling a banana His lewd comments as his fingers slide over my flesh as it was exposed to him, should have offended me, or a least embarrassed me. My husband never talked to me that way, he was soft spoken and sweet and boring. Instead my uncle nasty comments only served to damping my panties crotch further. That was until he peeled them down my legs. He threw them across the room but not before bring them to his face inhaling my musky scent. My uncle had made me feel more like a sexually, hot, desirable woman in ten minutes than my husband had I had feel in years of loving making.
I trembled slightly as I stood in my living room before my uncle naked. The only place my husband thought a person should be naked is in the shower. We didn't ever make love in the nude. My uncle lewdly stated he like to walk me naked down the street, I looked so good. If I was his woman I never have in more than a dress. So he'd have easy access to my goodies anytime and anywhere. The thought of my uncle want to show off my body was exciting me again it was the complete opposite of my husband desires. My husband barely touched me in public. Once we were first married I tried to get my husband to finger me in the privacy of our car. He thought I was being lewd and weird, our fool around was for the bedroom only.
My uncle's kisses were electrifying, jolting every nerve ending in my body. My toes tingle as he kissed my neck and shoulders. He knelt and kissed the slight roundness of my belly, softly breathing into my navel, he turned me around to graze the white cheeks of my ass with his teeth. His hands roamed over my body feverishly, kneading my ass, fingering my cunt, frigging my clit, thumbing my nipples into rigid little erections. His hands traveled place on my body in the ten minutes he stood there running his hands over me that my husband's hadn't in months.
