Back in College, I had an affair with my Uncle’s Hot Wife [MF] Our Second Time

Continued…

The morning after the wedding, I basically fled back home. I had breakfast with my family at the hotel but I was shivering with anxiety the whole time. I was hungover, exhausted, and pretty ashamed. I kept waiting for someone to ask me where I disappeared to the night before, but nobody did. They just teased me that I’d had too many whiskeys. We were supposed to spend the day together but I was too fucked up, so I drove two hours back to my university apartment, saw my girlfriend, and felt like trash. Not for really for cheating, but for the possibility that I’d done something that could seriously mess up my family. Honestly, even today I don’t really like thinking about it. I’d prefer to just erase it from my mind – and really part of the reason I’m writing it down is to get it out of me. So thank you for participating in my therapy.

That whole week I was anxious as hell. I didn’t know how Aunt L felt about what happened, and I didn’t really want to reach out to ask. I didn’t want to poke that bear. Obviously worst case scenarios kept playing through my head: being ostracized from my family was probably the worst. Like, I realize the ramifications of fucking your uncle’s wife, even if she’s not a blood relative, are huge. Like, move to Alaska huge.

But nothing ever happened. At every moment I expected to get a crazy call from my uncle or something, but instead, about a week after the wedding, I actually got a call from Aunt L.

It was an enormous relief at the time. I could tell right away that she was just as scared as I was. She said she got my number from my mom because she wanted to send me some wine (something like that). I made some obligatory joke like, “oh I think I’ve had enough to drink for a while” and she laughed and agreed. That kind of broke the ice and she basically asked if we were cool, and I said of course we were. She was her usual aggressive self, and said she was a little pissed that I “ran off” last weekend – but I don’t know what she expected. I was hoping to relegate the whole experience to “one of those things.” Like, people get drunk, things happen, but afterwards, we all decide to not discuss it… forever. But Aunt L didn’t have that perspective. Maybe it was my own naivete. Maybe she was just more experienced with the whole affair thing. But I was genuinely ready to forget it ever happened.

That is, until she said, “so… are you coming back to town any time soon? I’d really like to talk in person.”

So. Yeah… I knew what that meant. And my immediate reaction was that I was gonna try to stay as far away from home as possible. I told her I didn’t know when… I had some big exams… it’s a busy time… whatever. She pressed me a little – she said we really needed to talk things out because what happened was serious and we needed to understand each other. I assured her we would talk in person when I went home again – but really I was just stalling. There was no real reason to discuss anything at all, ever. But I also felt enormous relief that she seemed just as worried about the whole thing as me, so I figured I was pretty safe. Like I had somehow dodged a tsunami. My Alaska fears subsided, and afterward I tried to get my head clear and forget everything else.

But of course…. In the following weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about Aunt L.

I was living with my girlfriend at the time, a girl I’d met in college and I truly loved. It was a really great time in my life – one that I didn’t appreciate enough. We would get takeout and eat on the couch and watch movies – laughing, talking shit, fooling around.

But back then, that feeling inside me lingered. (If you’re on reddit, actually reading these smutty stories, I’m sure you probably understand.) It’s that secret hunger. To exit your real life, with all of your friends and your girlfriends and your responsibilities – to quietly slip away with someone who has that same hunger as you do, lock the door, and fuck each other into bliss. It’s something I’ve always craved, and I could sense it in Aunt L too.

I think we both understood that we needed the same thing, and the fact that she was older, my uncle’s wife, etc. None of that really mattered to me. I cared, of course, like I cared about my family and I cared about my girlfriend and I cared about… well, everything. But I also didn’t care. I *desired*. I desired the thrill of that night in the hotel room again. I desired my Aunt L in that sexy purple silky dress. I desired her on her knees with her ass out and her mouth around my cock. To this day I still have that memory of her cemented in my brain, the one in the bathroom, with her back on the vanity while I’m pushing her legs back, spreading her wide… I thought about it constantly then, and I think about it a lot now. It was probably the most thrilling sexual experience of my life to that point.

I mean, I was in college, living with my hot, blonde college girlfriend, and we’re fucking virtually every day. She was objectively sexy, by any standard, and all I can think about while I’m fucking her is my Aunt’s round, firm ass. I would fuck this sexy 21 year old doggystyle, and I’m imagining Aunt L. I’m dreaming about reaching around to hold her big tits and pinch her brown nipples. I’m dreaming of grabbing a handful of her black hair with one hand, and slapping her ass. I slapping my girlfriend’s milky white ass, fucking her tight little pink pussy. I could toss her around the bed all I wanted, use her all I wanted, and I was still unsatisfied. I still *desired*.

So about a month after the wedding, I took several deep breaths, and I called my aunt’s house. Of course my uncle picked up. I’d anticipated he might but it still threw me off. I made up some question about school tuition payments and thanked him for everything he did for me (stomach churning) and basically hung up as quickly as possible.

For several hours, I was freaked. Until finally, later that night, Aunt L called. I guess my uncle wasn’t around by then.

I was in my car and I literally had to pull over so I wouldn’t crash. She said my uncle had mentioned my call and she wanted to know what was up. (She said it all casually). I tried to be cool about it too, like, Yeah… I was just calling about blah blah.

But she wasn’t having it. She just said, like a threat, “Are you coming into town soon?” My heart was in my throat, I rested my head on the steering wheel, and naturally my dick was already growing in my pants. I told her I had to drive home this weekend to get some stuff from my mom’s house (obvious bullshit). She says if I’m coming back into town then I have to come over – there’s no mention whatsoever about what happened between us or “the talk” we’re supposed to have, or anything like that. It’s all just simmering beneath the surface. She mentions that my uncle would be leaving on Thursday for a work trip and wouldn’t be back until Sunday so I should come by before then. She doesn’t say why that’s an important detail – instead it’s like it’s all understood what’s happening, but neither of us directly address it. We just talk around what we’re both thinking.

And it actually helps on some level to not actually say it. I think if I was faced with the question of “Will you meet your uncle’s wife for sex?” the answer would obviously be no. But meeting under the guise of “A Friendly Chat” makes it easier to take certain steps. Like, you’re not doing anything wrong, you’re just stopping by for coffee! Maybe a beer!

And the whole time, I’m making up some story to my girlfriend, and I have no intention of going home, of seeing my mom, of telling my siblings I’m in town. Instead, I’m literally just driving two toward home with a semi-hard on, pretending I’m not going to do what I desperately wanted to do. I even brought condoms.

So I get to my Aunt and Uncle’s house mid-afternoon on Friday. I’m not too worried about being seen by anyone in my family because nobody really talks to my aunt, and they don’t really stop in to see her. I park in the street, but I still have this whole dumb plan that if anyone sees my car I’ll say some bullshit about picking up a bottle of wine, that I was gonna surprise my mom or my sister or something. Anyway it doesn’t matter.

I walk up to the door, a ball of nerves. Their house is nice but also dated. They’d moved into the “wealthier” area several years ago, but it’s sort of like a McMansion from the 90’s. A ton of bedrooms and a second floor landing and a big island in the kitchen – you know the type. I have no idea why they have so much space – especially since they don’t have kids. Maybe they entertain a lot but I honestly have no idea. It just seems like a lot of room for my Aunt to go crazy and fill with shit.

So I rang the doorbell and she answered. Apparently she’d been working out earlier, so she was wearing yoga pants and one of those sports bra tank top things. She looked a little disheveled, her hair was in a pony tail but sort of messy, and her make up was mussed. (She wears all that make up when she works out).

But the weird thing is, she acted surprised to see me. As if I hadn’t told her I was coming, or she’d forgotten. There was just a strange vibe when she opened the door, like a wall was up or something. I asked if was okay I was here, and she just got irritated and said, “yeah why wouldn’t it be?”

I rolled my eyes and tried to suppress my annoyance at her attitude. Mostly because she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. I tried not to be obvious as I took off my coat but her ass looked amazing, and her cleavage was sexy as hell. I was already imagining peeling off those pants that were as tight as a second skin. She had that short, tight curvy figure. Soft, but also very firm in her legs and ass. And she had to wear a thick sports bra to make sure those huge tits stayed in place.

So we went to the kitchen and she got me a beer. (She only had shitty beer). I asked if she was drinking too and she just scoffed and said “no way!” and then motioned to herself like, dude, I just got back from the gym! Honestly: if I wasn’t so horny, and she wasn’t so goddamn hot, I would’ve been out of there in a heartbeat. I typically can’t stand rude people.

But instead we just stood in the kitchen a little awkwardly and chatted about nothing. I can’t really remember much of the conversation because it was just words to fill up space. Also, the whole time I’m remembering the way her tits felt in my hands, the tightness of her ass, the muscles in her thighs when I spread her legs…

But finally, during a lull, she just came out and said, “So. Are we good?” and I nodded and said, “We’re good.” We talked a little more openly then, about how we’d always been really close and she wanted to make sure we would stay close. She didn’t want to fuck up the family or anything. She got into a bit about how everyone hated her for no reason, but this would actually give them a reason, and she didn’t want that. How it was nice to discuss it face to face. It sort of showed that we were both on the same page about things, and it kind of melted the ice between us. I didn’t get the vibe she wanted me to fuck her against the fridge or anything – it was more friendly – but after a while she said she was gonna take a shower and she asked if I was gonna head out or stick around. I shrugged and said I could stay a little while.

“Good,” she said. “I don’t want to stop talking. This is nice.”

“Yeah. Me too,” I said.

“I’m gonna run upstairs, shower, and then we can get take out or something?”

“Sounds good.”

So I watched her leave, my eyes following her round ass in those tights as she went up the stairs. I imagined she wore a thong hidden deep between those ass cheeks, and I was aching to watch her bend over and pull it down… I had no idea what was happening or where this might go. I’d had my fantasies on the way over, but I wasn’t really sure what she was thinking. I kind of felt like I was getting mixed signals, and I’m not a natural aggressor. I typically don’t pursue what I don’t perceive as a sure thing.

Naturally, I was plotting out ways to get up those stairs and knock on that bathroom door and ask if she wanted a goddamn towel or something. Stupid porn scenarios that, in my sex-addled mind, I began to think… you know, that might actually work!

And then, quite casually, Aunt L appeared at the railing on the second floor: “You know you can come upstairs if you want,” she said. “Come keep me company. Keep talking to me.”

“Okay. Sure.”

So I go upstairs and find her bedroom at the end of the hall and I go in. The master bathroom is attached and she’s already inside, the light is on and the door is slightly open. I’ve still got my beer and I don’t really know what to do, so I just sit on the bed and hear the shower turn on. I’m playing all the moves in my head (like, I see all the openings she’s giving me) and I just sit there like, holy shit. I am definitely going to fuck my Aunt L. She sucked my dick, I ate her pussy, and now I get to fuck her. This is how it happens, one movement to the next. I could see it all happening from there. Where we pretend everything’s natural and casual and cool, and then…

She peeks out and she’s still in her workout clothes. “Oh. Hey. I’ll just be a minute,” she said, leaving the door open.

“Sure.”

I could hear her at the sink. I could see a little movement in the mirror. I stand up and step into the doorway. She wasn’t in the shower yet, just washing her face. When she looked up, she was like, “hey.”

“Do you want me to close this?”

“No. Why? Do you want to close it?” she said.

So I shrug and act like this is all fucking normal. I’m still holding my beer, watching her dry her face. Honestly, she looked a lot prettier without all the heavy make-up she usually wore. More fresh and natural.

And then, in one fast movement, she turns to the mirror and casually pulls off her sports bra and her huge tits just fall out. She pushes down her yoga pants and thong together and now she’s completely naked, the imprint of the fabric still on her hips, an outline around her chest and shoulders. She doesn’t say anything and neither do I. She just slides the glass door open and stepped into the shower.

I moved into the bathroom and leaned against the sink. She was washing herself behind the glass and I just watched. The glass kind of fractured her outline but I could make out her movements. She asked me to talk to her but I don’t remember saying a goddamn thing. I just watched her washing herself behind that glass. Seeing her lift her leg, turning, lifting her arms, massaging her hair, bending over… It was incredibly sexy. (Now I seem to love watching a woman bathe and I think it’s because of this experience.)

So the shower turned off, she toweled off inside, wrapped it around herself, and stepped out. She wrapped her hair in another towel and went to the mirror to look at herself and, I guess, put on make-up. She started pulling out her little potions, and I’m just quietly watching the water drip down her calve, dripping down her ankle. She’s just this incredibly beautiful woman, in a towel, wet, and I can feel the heat from the shower coming off her body. She acts like she doesn’t even notice me staring at her. Like I’m not even there. And I’m looking at the damp, warm flesh of her shoulders, her neck…

I remember she glanced at me in the mirror and said, “What?”

I knew that was the moment. The moment she was telling me what she wanted. So I set my beer on the counter, stepped behind her, and I rested my hands on her hips, feeling her body under the towel. She stopped moving then, dropped her arms, her head dipped to the side. She presented me her neck and I gently kissed it. In the mirror, she closed her eyes and I reached around her chest and unhooked her towel. It dropped to the floor. Her small, tight, curvy body was inside my arms, hot and wet. She turned and we kissed a little, much more gently than at the hotel. I checked us in the mirror, watched myself grabbing her round ass, lifting her slightly, pulling her into me.

“Come on,” she said. Then she turned and we went into the bedroom. She removed the towel off her head and her black hair was wet and thick. Their bed was tall and I pressed her against it with my body and we kissed a little more, her tongue began fighting with mine more and more. Punching it, in that way she kissed. Tasting and smelling how fresh and sweet she was, I already knew what I wanted to do, what I’d been craving since the last time we were together. It’s like a switch gets flipped in my brain and I go carnal. I pushed her back on the bed, had to sort of lift her onto it, and she tried to pull me on top of her but I just pushed her to lay back down. Her legs up like triangles, I spread her open and saw that beautiful pussy I’d been dreaming about. Those thick lips wet and already opening. I leaned in and teased her with little kisses on her thighs, kissing her pubic bone, working my way slowly toward her cunt before pulling back, teasing. She was gyrating her hips, making these little noises. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I licked her pussy. Long, slow licks with the flat of my tongue, from her hole to her small clit. She tasted absolutely amazing. I simply wanted to drink her up. I tried to keep things slow and steady, but Aunt L was never into that. She reached down and held my head, grinding her pussy against my face.

I got it then. Aunt L didn’t want a gentle, romantic tease. She wanted to fuck. She wanted me to fuck her pussy with my tongue, and I was happy to oblige. One thing about Aunt L that I always loved, and I later missed in other relationships, is that she was never tender in bed. She was straightforward. Impatient. She had no time for teasing because she needed to open her legs and get FUCKED. So I did. I fucked her with my tongue, and then my fingers. I loved the feeling of my tongue inside her pussy, the hottest deepest wettest secret part of her. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, pushed her thighs back and fingerfucked her little hole. She groaned and bucked and I just put my weight on her and used it. Her cunt making wet noises as I fucked my fingers in and out, tonguing her clit. I went pretty wild on her. Grabbing her tits, pulling hard on her nipples. I bit the flesh on her thigh and I could feel her push back, grabbing my hair, but that just encouraged me to hold her leg down and stick my tongue as deep inside her hole as I could. Taste as much as I could.

She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes half drawn and fuck drunk, that delirium of pain and pleasure. “I want you to fuck me,” she hissed.

“yeah?”

She turned onto her side, her thighs pressed together, and her wet little slit. “You want to fuck me?”

“Yeah. I do. I’m gonna fuck you.”

At that point I had to run downstairs for a condom. She actually said I didn’t have to use one (she was on BC) but I’m sort of obsessive about protection. I always use it.

So I hurry back, roll on the condom, and she’s laying back against the pillows, sort of seductively waiting for me. But I already know what I want. I grab her ankle and pull her around and drag her feet to the floor. She bounces off the bed, not even looking at me while I spin her around and bend her over – she’s got her ass out with her elbows on the bed, I line my cock up to her cunt. Reaching under her round ass, I spread her lips with one hand and drive it in. We both gasp as I push inside her. Her pussy feels slick, open, but it still takes a few grunting pumps to get it all in. She sort of falls onto the bed but I pull her back. I want her ass out while I fuck her. I want her standing on two feet and I want to pump my cock as deep between those legs as I can go.

It’s incredible. Leaning her against her own marital bed, I’m grabbing her hips, her ass, I see her tits swinging beneath her. Her back is smooth and sexy, her wet black hair is tangled down her back like a fucking mermaid or something. And the figure of her hips, the smooth line of her, it’s everything I’ve been wanting to fuck. I’m thrusting hard against her tight ass, grabbing her hips, pulling her into me with each fuck. She’s moaning with each thrust, crying out, and I’m gritting my teeth, pumping harder to get deeper and deeper into that woman’s cunt.

We go at it like that for a couple minutes, but my Aunt is short and the angle is off. So she steps up and pushes me back and hops back on the bed.

I follow her and she crawls toward the headboard and holds onto it, thrusting her ass out and inviting me inside. This position works a lot better. I climb up behind her, slide into her open cunt and I can thrust hard against her ass. She pushes back into me as she holds to the top of the headboard.

This has become one of my favorite positions. I’m grunting and fucking her and the whole time my hands are free to grab her huge tits. I bite her shoulders and suck on her neck. My tongue is all over her. I pull her hair and she arches her back. It was pure animalistic fucking. I’m pinching her nipples, pulling on them, kneading her tits. I slide one hand down her stomach and touch her clit. She went crazy for it. Her whole body shuddered so I kept fingering her clit while fucking her that way. She’s hanging onto the headboard and just letting me use her. Fingering her clit, sliding my finger over her own wetness threw her over the edge and she shuddered an orgasm while I pumped hard into her.

After that, I eased up and she wanted to be on her back, with her legs spread and her hands behind her knees. So she laid down on the bed and threw a pillow under her ass (a trick she taught me). I climbed between her legs and I fucked her. I grabbed her ass and gripped her thigh, squeezing it, pushing her legs wider. I’m pounding into her and she’s moaning, whining with each thrust. I loved the view, seeing her tits moving beneath me. Her beautiful brown nipples. I’d stop to suck them hard between my lips, to nibble at her tits and nip at her ears. Most of the time she held her eyes closed, blissed out. Her head thrown back as if she only wanted to lay back and enjoy getting my cock sliding into her open cunt. Honestly I wanted to fuck her forever. She wasn’t super tight, I guess it’s an age thing, I don’t know. And the condom didn’t help. But soon, that rhythmic pumping got my dick to swell, I knew I was close to exploding inside her. I told her I wanted to cum and she whined, “Just cum! Just cum in me please! Please!” When I’m encouraged like that, I can’t really hold back. She squeezed her eyes tight and lifted her legs out as wide as possible and I grabbed her hair with one hand, buried my face into her neck, and I just thrusted, hard, hard, hard, and finally I came into her, grunting with each spurt.

We were both hot, sweaty. I was out of breath. I fell beside her and we collected ourselves. It was less surreal this time. I didn’t really see her as Aunt L or even my uncle’s wife, but more like a woman. A woman with her own desires, beyond whatever we were to each other.

Afterwards we talked for a while. We laughed about how we knew this would happen, that once I’d decided to come home we both knew we would end up like this. I actually stayed very late that night, but for some reason I didn’t stay over.

We ended up fucking twice more that evening, and both were fantastic (though they didn’t have the same intensity as that first time.) I left around midnight, after I was completely drained. I don’t know why I didn’t stay, I just said I had to get back to school. I never even told anyone I was in town. Instead I took the long drive home that night, took a shower, and by 3 AM, exhausted, I was crawling into bed with my girlfriend to sleep, compeletely satisfied.

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