I carried on the cyber affair with Clare for weeks until my wife and I travelled to the town where she lived to visit the wife's sister. Clare and I had great fun as she explored the new medium of cybersex. She proved an enthusiastic learner, and several times achieved multiple orgasms in a session. At no stage did she cotton on to my real identity, although I had to come up with a variety of excuses to avoid voice chat. Clare was keen to try it out, wanting to hear my voice and excited by the prospect of the two of us achieving simultaneous orgasms . Of course, as soon as she heard my voice, the game would be up. She would realise that her online lover was the same correct uncle Dave she had had the hots for for decades.
When we arrived at Clare's town, I kept Skyping her. When I knew she was at home and her kids at school, I'd message her. I couldn't masturbate, given my sister in law and her husband (Clare's parents) were around, along with my wife. But I could chat. And these chats were stimulating.
CLARE "Hi handsome"
DAN "Hey there pretty girl. Yummy mummy. Where are you?"
CLARE "At home. Got the kids off to school. Just came from the shower. I'm naked :)"
DAN "Wow. Love to be there now. I'd have my hands groping all over you."
A pic downloaded. I looked around to make sure no one was in the room with me. I looked. Clare naked, laying on her bed, one hand in her pussy the other cupping a big tit. She was grinning saucily.
DAN "How did you take that?"
CLARE "Tripod."
DAN "Delicious. I'm hard."
CLARE "Can you play?"
DAN "Sorry I can't. Still visiting rellies in the country."
CLARE "Awww, can't you sneak away for some naughty time. I'm getting frustrated here. My uncle is here and whenever I see him I get sooo horny."
I laughed. If only she knew. Her uncle was the one chatting to her.
DAN "Maybe you should try seducing him while he's there. Get him on his own."
CLARE "Fat chance. He's always with mum and dad, or aunty."
DAN "I have to go. I have to do errands today. Got to deliver shopping. Xxxx
CLARE "Kisses. Wish you were her shagging my arse off, Dan."
After lunch that day, I was despatched to Emma's place with some shopping her mother wanted me to deliver. I was rather excited to be there with Emma alone, after what her big sister Clare had told me. I kept having this image of Emma in her wedding dress riding me on her wedding night. I found that incredibly erotic.
Emma was the youngest of the three girls. 34. Short, cute, cheeky, with a tidy little body. Pretty smile. She was pregnant with her second, about five months gone and with a bundle in front. Her husband Ewan was away working, as he often was. They lived in a new house on a housing estate a bit out of town. That's where I was now.
I knocked. The place seemed to be very quiet.
"Come in, uncle Dave."
I entered the big kitchen-family area. Emma was not there.
"Hello?" I called.
"In the bedroom" came the reply. I could have sworn she giggled.
My pulse leapt. Was she about to carry out the seduction she couldn't do on her wedding night? Surely not, at twenty-plus weeks pregnant? I dropped the shopping on the kitchen bench and went looking for her.
I found the master bedroom. Emma was lying on the big bed in a maternity dress. She was smiling. Somehow, she always had a cheeky look on her face.
"Ah here he is, my hero." She giggled. "Sit on the bed here." She patted the sheet next to her. "The baby is really active today. Would you like to get a feel?"
Always suggestive. Cheeky Emma.
She grabbed my hand and out it on her stomach. I could feel something hard under the skin, a foot or an elbow perhaps. I found it really sensual. She moved my hand round to feel the baby in different positions, at one point low in her abdomen, on her pussy mound. At other times she had my hand touching the bottom curve of her boobs. Normally she had small tits, but I could tell these were swollen now. Taut and pert.
A couple of times she said, "Oh that feels so nice. You have a really nice touch, uncle Dave." Looking at me meaningfully.
When she had shown me all the places the baby was moving, she laid back.
"I'm supposed to be putting skin conditioner on. Would you help me?"
She produced a bottle. She turned to lay on her front and suddenly flipped her dress up so her panties were showing. Black see-through panties of delicate construction. My cock twitched. Her arse was a bit more rounded than I remembered, but still sexy. And her thighs were smooth and begging to be licked and kissed.
I put some lotion on my hands and started rubbing it on her calves, slowly working my way up. I noticed that her thighs parted almost immediately, so I could massage into her inner thighs. I was conscious of staring at her pussy through the flimsy fabric.
I moved up higher and she was purring.
She murmured, "Oh uncle David, you do that so well. You must be very experienced at this."
I laughed, but I noticed my laugh sounded a bit nervous. At least to me it did. I was close to the top of her thighs now, wondering where to go next, when she rolled over. Again, she flipped her dress up. This time I had a vision of her tummy, swelling up with the baby, and the see through black panties. She spread her legs and I could see that she either waxed or shaved her pussy. I gulped. I almost felt I could smell her sex in the room.
Again I started at her ankles and worked up. She sighed and purred as I got closer to her honey pot. I spent some time rubbing lotion into her inner thighs, about an inch under her panties.
She moaned and sighed. "Oh uncle. If you do that any more I'll do anything you want. Anything."
I chuckled, and my chuckle came out hoarse, husky.
"Anything? Are you sure you mean that, little Emma?"
She lifted her head off the pillow, grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy, spreading her thighs even further. The whole time looking into my eyes with a grin on her face.
I started rubbing her cunny through the fabric. She groaned, closing her eyes and dropping her head back on the pillow.
"Take off my panties."
It sounded like someone else's voice. Like it was disembodied. I thought I had imagined it at first, but I hadn't. I stopped rubbing and started sliding her panties down her thighs. I expected at any moment for her to come to her senses and order me to stop, but instead she lifted her butt off the sheet and helped me take the thin panties off. Down her thighs, over her knees and off. I placed them on the bed. She grabbed my hand again and put it between her thighs. My fingers parted her puffy cuntlips and I could see her clit. Swollen, slick. Ready. I gasped involuntarily. My finger automatically began stroking her. She was wet, soaking wet. She moved into my finger and sighed again.
I shifted around so my head was above hers. I lowered my mouth onto hers. Her lips were soft and yielding. Our mouths played on each other. I think we both sighed into the kiss as I fingered her.
With one little finger she traced a line along my thigh, then groped for my dick. Her fingers closed round it over my shorts, and she rubbed hard on it, her breathing into our kiss now sharper.
"I want you inside me," she said. "Please"
I pulled off my shorts, briefs and shirt. She pulled off her dress and I helped her with her maternity bra. Her swollen tits fell out, the cute little nipples like a teenager's. We set ourselves up to spoon on the bed. I lay on my side behind her, lifting her thigh into the air and supporting it. I manouvred into her cunny. It was thick with her juices, and took me straight in. She was fingering herself as I started to stroke in her. Her hips pushed back on me immediately and she was jerking and pushing. I had never known a woman to react so instantaneously.
