"Let's go for a walk," Matt said to his wife, one morning a few days later.
A glint came immediately into her green eyes and she slinked a loving arm about his waist as they moved to the front door. She was in shirt and shorts, like him.
Leaving the kids by the recently installed pool out back, they went off in a direction different from the one they had chosen the other day. There was a riding trail that wound a sometimes shaded, sometimes open way for miles. But they weren't going quite that far.
Strolling arm in arm, Beth opened the front of Matt's pants and slipped her free hand in. She worked his cock out into the open and held it fondly. His big prick grew steadily in her grasp.
"I should have brought you to the country a long time ago," he remarked. "This is the baddest I've seen you."
"Nice to get away from it all. Liberating." They walked on a short way, Matt chewing on his lower lip. Finally he said: "There's something I want to tell you."
"Sounds serious."
"It is."
"Save it for later. Right now all I can concentrate on is getting fucked." She ran her hand along the rigid length of his prick.
"You're incorrigible," he said affectionately. "I'm just mad at you for not taking me out in the rain yesterday and fucking me then."
"I would have. Something came up."
"Something you want to talk about now?"
"Yes."
"Save it."
They had come up to a broad, leafy tree, just off the trail. It tempted passers-by to step into the shade out of the hot sun, and Matt and Beth did just that.
Beth turned to her husband and leaned over her body into his. She planted a juicy kiss on his lips and felt him reciprocate, then deepen the contact in a wanting way. His hands slid down onto the sumptuous buns of her ass.
"I love your butt," he murmured to her, flexing both hands on her ass-cheeks.
In a playful mood, Beth groped his asscheeks. "I love your butt," she said.
Matt pulled her closer. His cock was up between their bodies, its heat radiating through their clothes. He moved his hips from side to side, teasing her with the grinding motions.
"I think you're getting an idea," she glinted. "Nothing fancy," he answered. He then took her hands and lifted them to a branch overhead. "You're a prisoner of my lust."
"I'll play," Beth smiled, welcoming the touch of fantasy. They both enjoyed making things run for each other. This was one way.
Matt slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it partway open. He shifted around behind her, holding himself close. He forced his hard-on downward and placed it in the cleft of her ass, as outlined by her shorts.
Then his hands returned to her shirt. He peeled it around behind Beth, re-fastening one of the buttons at the small of her back to keep the shirt from falling back into place. Her hands were supposed to be tied to the overhead limb, so lifting the shirt off would have broken the spell of the fantasy.
Standing close, Matt let his hands ease around to the front of her body. Rising slowly, they eventually cradled the out-thrust mounds of her tits. He brought thumb and forefinger together on each nipple and pinched firmly, rolled the responsive nipples this way and that.
"Hot little wench, aren't you?" he commented slyly. "Look how stiff they're getting."
Beth offered no reply, perfectly content to let Matt have his wicked way with her.
She wondered briefly what was on his mind. He'd become distant yesterday, for no apparent reason. He didn't seem terribly troubled though, so she didn't feel too bad about having him wait.
She loved fucking and sucking and all of it so much. Too much, she sometimes thought. She knew she was lucky as hell to have a man who could take care of all of her needs. Most of them, anyway. He couldn't be around twenty-four hours a day, after all. But she didn't mind a little finger-fucking to tide herself over until his return.
She loved him. And he loved her too, she could tell. And it was truly grand to have all this time together. It was like a second honeymoon.
She could even go back farther than that. To that couple of summer weeks when she and her parents had gone to visit mother's brother at his ranch. What a time that had been. Of course, she'd never talked about it. Especially not to Matt. He was a pretty open-minded guy and everything, but some secrets were just made to be kept.
Beth inhaled deeply against the rising tide of stimulation that stemmed from her husband's caresses, and from the closeness of his body, and from the virile press of that cock-shaft nestled in the nook of her ass-cheeks. Nineteen years of marriage, and the magic was still there.
"Stiff tits like that," he murmured against her ear. "I'll just bet your pussy's gone all wet and hot."
"Yes," she said in a whisper.
He gave her ass-cheek a not-too-playful slap.
"Yes!" she said again, louder.
His hands lowered to the slenderness of her waist, went round to the front of her shorts, opened them, pushed them from her hips. They dropped about her ankles in a cloth puddle.
His cock-heat was five times more apparent with only her see-through panties to block it out. And his knowing fingers were directly on her skin as he lowered one hand under her panties and pushed down to cup her pussy-mound.
"Oh yeah, baby, you are hot. They don't get much hotter than this."
Beth began pressing back against him with her ass, grinding from side to side. She had a smile on her face as he worked his fingers to and fro on her excited cunt-lips.
Matt curled a finger and slowly teased it into Beth's fuck-hole. He applied swirling motions, pulled out, pushed in deeper with more saucy twirls of his digit. For a moment, he held deep inside, then gradually retreated.
He lifted the pussy-moistened finger to Beth's lips and watched her treat herself to a lick. He wiped it with his own tongue, then returned his finger to her mouth. She sucked down on it with a warm appreciation.
"Tasty," Matt said. "You're getting sweeter."
"I'm getting hotter, too."
Matt lowered his hands along her body again and hooked his thumbs under the hip-strands of her undies. He worked the flimsy garment down off her hips and stroked his hard-on down and underneath her ass and crotch, bending at the knees to get it done.
"Is that doing it to you?" he asked.
"You know it is. You know what your cock does to me."
He reached up and pulled her clenching hands from the tree branch, effectively freeing her. "Show me," he said to her.
"I'll show you, all right," Beth breathed in a thickening tone. She twisted around as she lowered, coming to rest on her knees in front of him, facing his cock. She paused, looking up at him.
"Now you're my prisoner," she said.
His hands went up to the limb and he half hung from it, grinning down at her. "I'm at your mercy."
Beth's eyes lowered to the length of prickmeat angled up out of the opening in Matt's shorts. At that stage of the game his prick didn't need any hand-holding for support, so Beth let her hands linger on his bare upper thighs, squeezing into the hard muscles there.
Briefly, she looked at his hard-on. She was simply admiring his cock, noting how she never seemed to get tired of it in any way. That cock had served her well over the years, and it was so magnificent to begin with that she couldn't help but love it.
Leaning forward, crouched low with ass on heels, head twisting to one side, she touched her softly puckered lips to the underside of the base of his cock. Taking her time, she brushed her loving pucker up to the cock-tip.
Twisting her head to the other side, she touched bottom again and teased her way back up. She found a drop of pre-cum had bother to the tip, and she flicked it off with her tongue.
She continued flicking at Matt's cock with her dainty little pink tongue, fluttering it against the sensitive cock-flesh with feathery softness. She watched his big, hefty cock-shaft jerk about with eager pleasure and almost giggled in girlish delight.
This vacation was rally taking her back. She remembered the first time she had seen, and made, a cock respond like that.
She hadn't thought about that in years…
That first prick had belonged to the uncle she had gone to visit with her parents. Actually, her parents had gone to do the visiting – she had gone along because they thought she was too young to be left alone. Her older sister was off on a camping trip with friends.
Anyway, as soon as her eyes met Uncle Dan's, something had been let loose inside her. Some little demon that made her want to be around Uncle Dan as much as possible, made her lie awake at night wondering about him, made her want to sneak into his room when she heard his shower running.
She finally got her chance one day when her folks were out riding and he came in to shower and change for a meeting in town on some kind of ranch business. She took a long peek, then waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She stretched out on the bed in lounging fashion, clad only in a sundress.
He emerged wearing a towel that threatened to fall to the floor at any second. Her presence surprised him, but he didn't go all uptight or anything, which surprised her. But she was pleased, too.
He asked her if she was looking for trouble.
She said she was.
"Well," he said with a warm smile, "if you mean that, you certainly came to the right place."
She could tell he wasn't teasing. So that left it up to her. She could run, or she could do something.
She almost ran.
Instead, she shifted to the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled the towel from her uncle's mid-section. His only reaction was to wait, curious, for her next move. She would never forget the thrill of her first contact with his cock, or the wicked pleasure of feeling and seeing his prick swelling in her clumsy but affectionate grasp.
When his prick was hard, her hand dropped from it and she simply stared for a moment.
"Satisfied?" he inquired, sounding like he would be content to end there if she wished.
"Not even a little," she answered. Uncle Dan chuckled. Unfortunately, he just had to make that meeting, but he did let her know that she was welcome in his bedroom anytime she felt safe in making the trip.
And that had been the start of her sex education. A very modest start, in light of subsequent events, but a start, nevertheless.
Uncle Dan was still in her mind as she formed an oval with her lips and slowly honed in on the up-raised end of her husband's cock. She felt the satiny contact of his cock-head and closed her lips about it.
She continued down the pulsating prick-tube, slowly rolling her had to twist her lips against his cock-flesh and tantalize him further. She moved her tongue-tip from side to aide, reaching onto the smooth flanks of the fuck-shaft and rubbing briskly.
Most of what she had learned she had gotten from Uncle Dan. A kinder, more patient, understanding initiator she couldn't have hoped for. It had sometimes made her feel guilty to have been so lucky.
And that was the only guilt to have come out of the experience. No shame, no remorse, none of that. She'd known what she'd wanted and she'd gone after it. For his part, Uncle Dan had expected nothing in return. He'd gotten plenty – she had seen to that – but he had expected nothing.
Ever since that time, she had known nothing less than total freedom when it came to sex. She and Matt had done everything together, did everything together. At times, she wished she could tell him how much he owed to a certain uncle of hers who he had never met. But hell, incest was a touchy subject. Why risk bringing it up?
Rocking her mouth back on Matt's prick, Beth applied some loving suction. She rode up to the bulbous head of the prick-length and pulled free with a lewd slurp. Then she went back down on his cock far more.
His hips began to sway and she heard his affectionate moans. He pushed his cock into her mouth and throat with a kind of teasing wickedness, as if to see what she was made of, as if he didn't already know.
"Trying to get fresh, huh stud?" she murmured around his prick.
"I'm looking for the beast in you."
"Careful. You might find it."
She picked up the pace for him then, letting her head glide to and fro with a greater sense of purpose showing through. Rather than tease his pleasure to the fore, she was actively pursuing it.
"Oh damn, you're good!" he enthused. "Too good for me."
She had an idea of how that felt. Should she tell him about Uncle Dan? Could she?
Sucking his prick with a growing ardor, Beth pulled open his shorts and yanked the front down. She stretched the opening of his briefs wide and scooped his balls out, proceeding to run a caressing hand over them.
"Gonna come, baby," he rasped shortly. "You're doin' it to… it's gonna happen… comin' baby…" His tongue rising, his voice becoming more breathless with every dive other wanton slurping, cock-sucking mouth.
In those final moments Beth couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to have her husband's pleasure reach its peak and spill over into her mouth and throat.
And it thrilled her deeply when she got her wish, felt his cock flex lewdly in her oral grasp and gush his cum-load in generous amounts. It fulfilled her to give him his release. And to be able to do it so boldly and wantonly fulfilled her even more.
His cock went through its gradual deflation inside her mouth, with Beth continuing to pull at it, sucking out the last drops of cum he had to offer.
Presently, Beth wrapped her arms about Matt's waist and, hugging him, pulled him down in front of her into a squatting position. She captured his mouth in a succulent kiss. And before he could figure out what to do about it, Beth was pushing forward, pushing Matt onto his back on the grass. She settled on top of him, maintaining the French kiss for a long moment.
Above them, a breeze stirred the broad branches of the tree, and Beth raised her head.
"Did you want to talk about something?" she murmured.
"Yeah, but we're not exactly dressed for it."
Sober in expression, Matt drew a breath and let it out.
"Our daughter did an incredible thing yesterday," he finally managed to confide.
"Such as?"
"She sat down and snuggled in next to me and told me how much she'd like for me to be her first fuck."
"She didn't!"
"I'm afraid she did. I know. I made her repeat it."
"What did you say to her?"
"I asked her where she ever got an idea like that."
"And?"
"She said she saw us fucking the other day. She liked my style."
"I can understand that," Beth remarked, showing some sly amusement.
"Would you mind taking this a little bit more seriously?"
Beth touched Matt's head with a sympathetic hand. "Sorry. What did you do next?"
"I told her no, absolutely not, out of the question."
"But?"
"She smiled, told me to think it over, and that she wasn't the type to give up easily."
Beth lowered her head onto Matt's shoulder. She gazed off unseeingly as she thought on this development. She supposed she should be shocked, but she wasn't. All Lisa had done was remind Beth of herself at that age.
"Well," Beth said eventually, "it seems your problem is you're just too attractive for your own good."
"Beth, please, this is serious. Will you talk to her? She won't listen to me."
Beth raised her head, propping her chin in a turned-out hand, settling a calm gaze on her husband. It was a long, studying look, ultimately piquing his curiosity.
"What?" he said, frowning.
"She couldn't do any better than you – you have to hand her that."
"Oh, for Pete's sake!" he protested. But there was just enough of a false note in it for her to detect.
"You are flattered by the idea," she observed. "Admit it."
Matt shook his head in mock wonder. "She's her mother's daughter, all right."
Beth smiled. "More than you know."
"Huh?"
"I lost my cherry to a favorite uncle," Beth confided.
"God!" Matt gasped. "It runs in the family."
"How opposed to the idea are you?"
"More opposed than you are, apparently."
"Would you fuck her for me – if I asked you to?"
"I don't believe what I'm hearing!"
"Like I said, she couldn't do better than you. For her first fuck. And hell, it wouldn't be the start of an affair or anything like that."
"How do you know?" Matt demanded.
Beth let out a breath. "I just know."
Finally, Matt just had to laugh. It was all so outlandish.
"I'd like for you to think about this, Matt," Beth said then, with growing conviction. "If Lisa is as set on having you be the first, as I suspect, then please, think about it."
"You're both nuts," he murmured. "Absolutely nuts."
Beth responded with one of her mysterious, womanly smiles. "Maybe… maybe not."
Uncle Dan was sitting up in bed when the teenaged Beth slipped into his room the night after their first real meeting of minds. He was calmly leafing through a magazine, apparently waiting for her, because he quickly tossed it aside and greeted her with a broad smile. She came in and quietly shut the door.
Approaching the bed, she opened her robe and let it fall open, then drop from her shoulders. Moving up alongside it, within arms reach of her uncle and feeling very daring indeed, she lifted off her nightie and stood naked before him in the lamp light.
"You're sure, aren't you," he observed.
"Slide over. Give a girl some room."
He reached for her, caught her young body, pulled her forward as he rolled and brought her down on her back on the bed. The blanket slid down off his hips and she saw that he was naked.
"I'll give you everything you need," he said to her. "Everything. Especially things you've never thought of."
And then his mouth was on her tits, all over them with seductive kisses and surprisingly delicate licks. He pressed into the resilience of her freshly sprouted mounds of tit-flesh and sucked sweetly on her burning nipples.
Deep down, she had her doubts. Now they were simply swept away. Uncle Dan wasn't hurrying her along, or forcing the issue. He was luring her, seducing her as she wanted to be seduced. If anyone was over-eager, it was Beth.
"Are you gonna fuck me tonight?" she asked, almost breathlessly.
"Yes," Uncle Dan said and, as if to assure her, further, he slid an open hand down the front of her body.
She raised her knees and draped a leg over his legs, and felt his strong, thick middle finger slide down onto the parted folds of her pussy. She shook hotly as he resumed mouthing her tits and began rubbing her cunt-slit with his finger. The tip kept nudging inward, exciting her further. It kept fucking in, with an ease that surprised her.
"Will your cock slide in like that?" she asked. "It sure will."
"How hard is it? Lemme see!" Uncle Dan shifted the blanket completely off his lower body as Beth squirmed onto her side for a good look at his man-sized prick.
"It's so big!" she gasped. "Are you sure I can take that in my little pussy?"
He showed her a kind smile. "It'll fit so good you won't want to give it up."
She gave a giddy sort of giggle in answer to that. She trusted him completely. "I can't wait."
"You should be a little wetter – this time."
"Whatever you say," she said eagerly, opening her legs and beginning to rub a stimulating hand over the tumid folds of her pussy.
"Let me help," Uncle Dan said, breezing a hand up her thigh.
He curled three fingers back and left the middle one straight, and he slid it into her cuntal grasp. Beth's fingertips swirled into the area of her sweetly stinging clit, whipping her clit into a tizzy of arousal.
Her eyes were on Uncle Dan's hard-on. His cock still seemed awfully big, but the longer she stared the more comfortable she was with it. His finger was screamingly good, and his prick would just have to be better.
"Oooohhhh, ooohhhh!" she gasped. "I'm getting so excited! Please fuck me now!"
Uncle Dan chuckled indulgently. "Eager little bunny."
He rolled up onto his knees and positioned himself between her parted legs. The sight of his fierce-looking prick angled out from his crotch brought a catch to her throat. Could she really take all that cock-meat?
She could. Uncle Dan showed her that, patiently and caringly, and excitingly.
And he'd been right. She didn't want to give his cock up. Not even after he had fucked them both to juicy climaxes.
He'd been wonderful. And the next time around, when she let him have his way, he was even better.
She realized now that Matt reminded her of her Uncle Dan. She supposed that was one of the reasons she loved him. And the more she thought about it, the more alike they seemed. That was why she was as sure about turning Matt over to Lisa for her first fuck. She needed a man who could keep his head while she was losing hers. Uncle Dan had been that for Beth, and Matt would be that for Lisa.
The only trouble was, she didn't know yet whether or not Matt would go ahead with what both females wanted.
Going to bed that night, Beth wanted to ask him about it, but he was showing signs of still thinking it over.
Then, as she was about to drift off to sleep, he said: "You really wouldn't see any harm in it?"
"No, darling. I trust you both."
"How do we keep Buddy from finding out – if anything happens to begin with?"
"Buddy's too wrapped up in his science fiction books to notice an earthquake."
"I wouldn't want him around."
"I'll see what I can do. Maybe we can go horseback riding."
"Did you really fuck your uncle?"
"Did I!"
"Anything else you haven't told me?" She shifted closer, showing a sweetly enigmatic smile. "All sorts of things," she said, and she kissed him good night.