I am Sameer (30, Male), married to Anjali. This incident happened a few months ago, and from there on, our lives have changed completely. We have been married for the last 3 years. We had our family planning that we would have a child soon.
I am a very lucky guy married to Anjali, who is an amazing woman both in looks and behaviour. Fair and young and the right amount of fat at the right places. The best part about Anjali is her tight voluptuous ass. Old and young, both would never leave a chance to glance at her whenever we would go out.
We are both architects by profession.
In the city we live in, we don’t have many family relatives apart from one of my Aunt’s family. She (Aunt) is my mom’s eldest sister and lives with her husband (Uncle) and son and daughter-in-law.
We used to call him PD Uncle as his initials were P and D. This Uncle would be around 68 years old and looked like a typical black South Indian man. Aunty would be around 65 years old and was quite beautiful in her prime. For the past few months, she has been suffering from age-related diseases.
Now, coming to the main story, our sex life was going smoothly. We had started roleplaying too from the last year. As time went by, our characters in roleplaying would involve old people in our society, such as watchmen or grocery vendors.
They live around 30 minutes from the place we live. So, once in a while, either of us would drop down and meet. One day, PD Uncle was visiting our flat to deliver some basic sweets and home-cooked food.
Anjali answered the door, asked Uncle to be comfortable and came towards me to let me know Uncle’s arrival. I was working on some project on work from home on that particular day. I said hello and exchanged the usual pleasantries, and went back to work.
Anjali was wearing tight leggings and a tight black top. After 10 minutes, I saw Anjali preparing tea in the kitchen. When I looked towards Uncle to see what he was up to. I noticed he was continuously staring at my wife’s ass. While preparing tea, they both were having some casual conversations.
Anjali would move on the pretext of making tea. Uncle was constantly gazing at her ass as if he would pounce on her. I had an unusual hard-on. For the first time, I had noticed my family Uncle staring at my wife’s body. That feeling gave me an instant hard-on.
After the tea, Uncle went back, and I resumed my work. But I could not concentrate much since after the Uncle thing I saw. That night during foreplay, I mentioned to Anjali about the evening incident in which I noticed Uncle staring at her movements of ass.
She was shocked to listen to this, but this made us both horny like anything. Anjali was extra wet that night, and we had an unusually long foreplay. Slowly and softly, I asked Anjali to imagine me as PD Uncle. Omg, as soon as I asked her to imagine this, she closed her eyes and started moaning.
I was licking her cunt. I started being more vocal, “Uncle is licking his nephew’s wife’s most private part. How do you feel getting licked by your husband’s old Uncle, slut?” Anjali had an amazing orgasm, and she squirted in my mouth.
I removed my trousers and started fucking my wife, imagining my Uncle fucking and enjoying my wife. I couldn’t even last 20 minutes and exploded on her boobs.
Anjali asked, “Wow, what made you cum so early? Let me guess, PD Uncle fucking me.”
I replied, “Yes, Anjali, after the afternoon incident, I am hard like a rock thinking about you and Uncle.”
The next few days passed without any discussion about Uncle or anything related to him. My wife Anjali’s birthday was around the corner. We decided to host a small party for our close ones.
The close ones included few or common friends, close neighbours and Uncle and aunty. Uncle’s son and daughter-in-law were at another place, so that they couldn’t attend.
On the day of the party, Anjali looked stunning in a black semi-transparent sari revealing. I could only imagine the preying eyes of the guests on Anjali. I could bet that almost everyone would go and masturbate thinking about fucking Anjali. Or would fuck their wives imagining to be Anjali.
20 minutes into the party, Uncle and aunty arrive. Uncle in his typical shirt and trousers tucked in and aunty in suit. As soon as Uncle’s eyes met Anjali, I could sense his eyes sparkle. He was ogling at Anjali like anything.
While cutting the cake, Uncle was particularly standing behind Anjali. I could sense this was deliberately done on the part of Uncle so he could feel her back more comfortably. All along the party, half of my attention was noticing Uncle’s acts.
Nothing major happened apart from Uncle’s continuous stare at his nephew’s beautiful wife. After the party, while we were on the bed discussing the guests and food, I brought up the topic of Uncle. At first, Anjali was a bit hesitant in talking about Uncle.
But then she confessed, “Yes, Sameer, you were right. Your Uncle’s eyes were continuously on my cleavage and my movements throughout the party. I felt uncomfortable at first. But then I felt proud of myself that I could make the old Uncle excited in his boring usual life.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I never thought in my dreams that I would hear such words from my pious wife. We switched off the lights, and Anjali was lying with her head in my arms. I kissed Anjali on the lips and then had amazing sex.
A few days later, aunty had a fever. She subsequently was detected of Typhoid, which needed hospital admission. When we came to know about this, me and Anjali rushed to the hospital to help them. During my stay in the hospital, I was continuously focused on Anjali and Uncle’s eyes.
Later in the night, we were informed that only one person was allowed to stay. I offered to stay in the night as it wasn’t appropriate to ask my old Uncle to stay.
The following part is as described to me by my wife, Anjali.
My wife and Uncle left for our home. Since it was already late in the night, they decided to order some food instead of cooking. Anjali asked Uncle if he would like to have a drink or something, and he obliged. Uncle asked Anjali to have a drink, too, since he didn’t want to drink all alone.
They had 1-2 pegs, and along with the food, they started a conversation about family, etc. The topic turned to Uncle getting emotional and telling Anjali about his wife’s age and frequent illness. It has turned his life boring, and he lacks physical intimacy.
Anjali, too, got emotional hearing this. She went closer to Uncle and sat with him, holding his hands and giving an emotional support.
I will share the next part soon. Please let me know your reviews and comments. [email protected].
Next Part: Wife with Husband’s Uncle – Part 2