My name is Wyatt, I am 41 and happily married to a beautiful, sexy wife. We have no kids and therefor have an uninhibited, carefree and elaborate sex-life. Before the events of this story, I had never even considered cheating on my wife, Lisa. And never, not even in my wildest dreams – or my most adventurous fantasies – had I ever envisioned such a fantastic turn of events.
Let me first introduce the two women involved. First of all, there's Lisa, my wife, 34. She's got long blond hair, brown eyes and a body to kill for. And then there's Chloe, her niece, 23 and an even finer specimen of a woman. She's got long, red, waving hair, brown eyes, legs that won't quit and a body that could make a grown man cry.
Although Lisa was much older than Chloe, they were very close. Probably because Chloe's mom had died when she was only ten and Lisa had always been there to fill the void, both as a friend and as a cool, big sister. They called each other on a regular basis and always sought each other out during family gatherings and parties. When Chloe started attending college close to where Lisa and I lived, the two women grew even closer and started having frequent girls' nights out.
I can't speak for when the girls were alone, but around me, Chloe was a genuine delight. She was well-behaved, funny and never in a bad mood. The fact that she was easy on the eyes was a nice bonus.
At a certain point, Chloe's boyfriend of four years broke up with her, and she was, understandably so, brokenhearted. Because they'd been living together in his apartment, Chloe suddenly, also found herself without a place to live. Her asshole of a boyfriend had 'kindly' given her five days to find a new place and move out.
Chloe, her heart broken and her pride wounded, had no intention of hanging around the apartment for another five days, or even a single day. As a matter of fact, she and Lisa managed to clear out the place in less than two hours. After briefly discussing it with me on the phone, Lisa had invited Chloe to stay with us, until she could get a place of her own.
Lisa really went out of her way to comfort and console her, and even took some time off from work to be there for her. The girls did their own thing when I was at work, and when I got home, we talked, played board games, or watched some lighthearted comedy on tv. Although Chloe was pretty much back to her old self after three or four days, there was no indication that she was thinking of moving out, or that she was even looking for a new place.
But because she was no hassle whatsoever and Lisa still put out for me whenever I asked – as she always did – I saw no reason to make a big deal out of her staying as long as she wanted. Somewhere in the third week, the dynamic between the three of us changed somehow. It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment where things took an odd turn, but I figure it all started with the trip to Rome...
On the day in question, Lisa woke me up with a nice, big, sloppy blowjob. When I was about to cum, she slid off the bed and got on her knees for the big finale. I also got on my knees, on the edge of the bed, and jacked myself off, aiming for her naked tits. After liberally coating them in my juicy, morning spunk, we lay back down on the bed and snuggled for a few minutes.
It was then that Lisa asked, "Hey, how would you feel about a trip to Rome?"
As it turned out, Chloe had booked a surprise trip to Rome for her and her boyfriend, about three months ago. After the breakup, she'd forgotten all about it, until yesterday, when she'd gotten an email from the travel agency, informing her that they'd charged her credit card for the amount due.
Because the tickets were non-refundable, it would have been a waste not to use them, and since both Chloe and Lisa had always wanted to see Rome, the whole thing was a no brainer. Chloe insisted that we accept the tickets already bought, so Lisa and I paid for her extra plane ticket and hotel room in return.
That same evening, after spending the whole day talking about our upcoming trip, I started noticing a change in Chloe's behavior. At the dinner table, when Lisa had gotten up to get a second bottle of wine from the pantry, Lisa reached out and softly caressed my hand, which was on the table next to my plate. She dragged her finger nails across my hand and up my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I was surprised, but thought nothing of it, and just assumed it was a sweet, amicable caress, in combination with the wine.
But a few hours later, when it was time to go to bed, she walked up to me to give me kiss goodnight – as she did every night – and kissed me full on the lips, meanwhile bumping her fist against my crotch. Before my brain realized what had happened, her hand was already gone and she was walking over to Lisa, who was cleaning up in the kitchen. When Chloe walked past me again, on her way out of the kitchen, she gave me a wicked smile and I could have sworn I saw her glancing down at the bulge in my pants.
Not wanting any trouble, I walked up to my wife and whispered, "I really think you need to find Chloe a new boyfriend, as soon as we get back from Rome."
"The thought had crossed my mind as well, but she doesn't want to hear about it; she says she's done with guys for a while!" Lisa replied.
Not really having a reason to whine, I decided not to make a big deal out of it – and risk an argument with Lisa, possibly ruining my chance of getting laid that night.
But when Lisa was bouncing up and down my hard cock about fifteen minutes later, I couldn't help but think about Chloe. She was a beautiful, young woman, and I had fantasized about her many times before, but now, after what had just happened, those fantasies suddenly didn't seem so farfetched any more. I came like a motherfucker and passionately pumped Lisa's twat full with cum.
The following morning, I was up around eight and headed down to the kitchen, where I started reading the paper on my iPad, while enjoying a fresh cup of coffee. Since it was Saturday, I figured the girls were going to sleep in, and I was right. For another hour or so, I had the house all to myself, until a cheerful and well-rested Chloe came prancing into the kitchen.
She was wearing a long, grey t-shirt, which covered everything – but only barely. With the whole length of her bare, gorgeous legs visible, I caught myself staring – almost drooling – at them, while she poured herself a cup of coffee. Luckily, she had her back to me, at the time. When she turned and came to give me a peck on the cheek, I quickly pretended to be so caught up in my newspaper, that I didn't see her come in.
I told myself that I had seen her legs before – although not this exposed – and forced myself to ignore the growing bulge in my pants, reminding myself that my wife was upstairs sleeping.
But then, after sipping from her coffee a couple of times, Chloe put her mug down and stretched her arms high above her head, whispering, "Oh, I can feel I've been neglecting my yoga this week... I am all stiff and tensed up."
As I glanced up from my iPad for a moment, I could see her t-shirt had ridden up to the point where I could see her white panties. Still assuming she wasn't doing this on purpose, I quickly averted my eyes and tried to remember what the article I was reading was about.
But then, she started doing yoga – or at least what I thought was yoga – right in front of me, with her eyes, conveniently, closed. She put her feet wide apart and leaned one way, then the other, keeping one hand above her head and the other on her hip. As a result, her t-shirt rode up even higher and I could see her perfect tummy and her cute little belly button with every move she made. I glimpsed at her, but kept my face directed at the screen, so that I could redirect my eyes in a moment's notice, if necessary.
Then, she turned her back towards me, and slowly leaned forward, her arms stretched out, reaching for the floor. And just like that, I was staring at her ass, nicely outlined in her white, flimsy, panties. She held that pose for nearly a minute, before getting up again. After pausing for about ten seconds, she bent down again, again sticking her cute little ass in my face.
Fearing she was going to notice the, by now, offensive bulge in my pajama boxers, I quickly excused myself and nearly ran up the stairs, to the master bedroom, where Lisa was still sleeping. I closed the door, took my boxers off and pulled the covers down. I was on the bed, in between her naked legs, before she could open her eyes.
While she was still waking up, I nudged my throbbing cock against her twat and entered her, ignoring her dryness. As expected, she quickly moistened, and moaned as she felt my huge dick sliding in.
"Fuck," she moaned as she grabbed her tits and started squeezing them. I fucked her harder and a lot more passionate than usual, a fact which didn't escape her.
"Jesus Wyatt, what's gotten into you?" she squealed in between pants.
"What would you say if I told you that your niece was coming onto me?" I asked, moaning.
"Yeah right, keep dreaming..." she giggled, "... fantasizing about my niece are you, you little pervert?"
"Look, I am..." I started to say.
"Cum on my tits," Lisa blurted out, interrupting me, sensing I wasn't far off. I pulled out, leaned over her body, putting my left hand against the wall above her head, as I used my right one to jack off, aiming at her beautiful tits. I groaned and just let go, covering her entire chest in a colossal amount of sperm.
"Fuck yeah," she whispered, amused and impressed, as she glanced down at my spurting cock.
