Mary Jane was 19 going on twenty , she was a wholesome looking young lady, with a figure some would no likely die for if I could use that term. I had first met her when she was three years old, a little curious tyke. Her family had moved in across the street from us and we had become friendly neighbours even though there was a language of origin difference. At 16 I was a young lad, willing to help any one in the neighbour hood, no matter what job they asked me to do, often I found myself across the street helping may Jane’s father with yard work. I guess Mary Jane became accustomed to my help hand, as she began to asking me to fix things for her, a tricycle tire, a wagon wheel, a broken doll’s head, all silly little things which I never minded doing for her.

There were several occasions I was asked to baby sit Mary Jane and her brother which I always handled with the utmost of professionalism, I was not into little girls, I had my hands full with the teen girls that I went out with. This relation carried on for several years, until one day her mother had a heart attack or something similar and her aunt came to live with them to help out. One day out of the blue Mary Jane came over to our house to invite me back to hers for a picnic where she officially introduced me to her Aunt as her boyfriend. Now there were many years difference in our ages, mine was much closer to her Aunt’s age than it was to Mary Jane’s , however we played along with Mary Jane’s understanding of things. I had no intention of going out with a 7 year old that was for sure, but the event itself played apart in my life in the long run.

Mary Jane’s aunt and I became romantically involved and eventually married, and that is how Mary Jane became my niece. As growing children she and her brother spent a lot of time with us, providing the necessary breaks to her mother who , while having recovered from her heart attack had remained frail and sickly for many years. My new wife and I fretted over the two, as we had not yet had any children of our own and doted more or less on Mary Jane and her brother . Of course things never remain stagnant , we eventually had a child , had moved to another city, only to find us returning to our origins
about the time Mary Jane became a young woman.

The story me being Mary Jane’s boyfriend became an antidote that was told during family reunions, when I or my wife were asked how we met. Mary Jane on the other hand had developed into this young woman that caused me at time to wonder why I had not remained her boyfriend and wishing I was much much younger to be able to fully appreciate the now much in evidence womanly qualities of this young lady.
Mary Jane , had moved on and from the information that filtered through the family line had been involved with several boys, some nice, some not so nice, and had ended up with this last one who appeared to be a large teddy bear of a thing. A bit lazy, and slow in style he appeared to be a comforting soulmate for our young niece and it looked as though this was to be the one she brought into the family on a permanent basis.

It was Saturday , not quite early morning, perhaps even a bit after twelve , that the door bell rang. Upon opening the door I was greeted with the sight of this beautiful young creature, dressed in summer clothes . I am sure I looked Mary Jane in the eyes when I said Hello, but I am also certain that my eyes took in her lovely shaped mounds as they lay spread on her chest. Mary Jane was wearing a tight tank top, thin enough that the out line of her bra was prominent, as were the little protrusions that represented her nipples.

She promptly placed two kisses on my cheeks as was her habit, one on each side of my face, a greeting that most of the females on my wife’s side of the family presented to all the males they met , this was one habit that while I had not really gotten into, I always welcomed. Mary Jane’s greeting were always most welcome. I allowed her to pass through the door stop and let my eyes follow her vibrating ass , which was covered but a very short pair of cut offs as she walked into the kitchen to greet her aunt. Sighing ever so slightly to myself , thinking of all those young lads who might have been afforded the opportunity to handle those assets ( no pun intended), I excused myself and descending into the basement to operate my model trains.

Several hours later I came up for coffee, opening the basement door to a scene that took my breath away, and almost caused me to slip on the last step. Mary Jane was lying face down on our large kitchen counter top, most of her body covered with a big fluffy towel, but it was obvious that my wife was massaging Mary Jane’s bare shoulders. Now as goody good Uncle, I could not just stand there and stare, so I went about my business of making a coffee , not making to many comments in case I let my thoughts come out in words that would not be appreciated.

I stretched the coffee making as long as I could, hoping my wife would not chide me and tell me to move along. I surveyed the room, finding the little pile of Mary Jane’s clothing neatly placed on a chair, I sought to take inventory, trying desperately to see if I could see underpants. Mary Jane’s bra was in clear evidence, so I knew she was almost bare under that towel, but I was curiously concerned trying to figure out if she was entirely naked, laid out flat on our kitchen counter top.

Before I could establish this fact, my wife suggested that I continue back down to operate my trains, leaving them to continue their work in privacy. Being the devious person that I am, when I moved back to the first landing, I did not pull the door completely closed, again hoping that my wife would not notice. Lady luck was with me that day, well for a few minutes at least as I turned back to see what I could through the crack, I was able to see right up Mary Jane’s long legs. However before I could determine just exactly what I could see, the door was clicked closed, no doubt by my wife, not however before the blood rushed to my manhood along it to spring halfway to life as my mind wandered.

Grudgingly I returned to operating my trains, my mind wandering trying to imagine just what scene was being played out up in our kitchen. How long it was I have no idea but suddenly I heard my wife calling my name, she was asking me questions but for the life of me I had no inkling of what she was saying. Finally I shook the thoughts from my head and moved part way up the basement stairs to ask just what she wanted.

My wife had been looking for my shaving supplies, and could not find them, she wanted me to come up and get them for her. Arriving back up in the kitchen I looked to see Mary Jane still covered in that fluffy towel, but now she was laying out on her back, and I still remember that at that moment I had wished for X-ray vision. My wife explained that Mary Jane was thinking of going south for a few weeks and they were going to fix her bikini line, just what I needed to know, immediately I felt my cock vibrate. I moved quickly up to the master bathroom hoping that my condition had not been noticed, and pickup the supplies my wife required.

I tried hard to keep my mind focused on trains, as I came back into the kitchen , my eyes falling directly on Mary Jane’s pile of clothing, her pretty pink panties sitting spread out right on the top of the pile causing me to choke. Honestly I was sure I heard my wife chuckle and I appeared to have been caught red handed so as to speak. My wife took her time taking the things from me, asking if the blades were new, should she heat the shaving foam, how long should she leave it sit, and if it was alright to run it on sensitive skin. I felt myself redden as she continued to tell me that she thought using her neat on Mary Jane’s private parts might be to dangerous as that product was formulated to melt the hairs from the body. Fortunately I had thought to place my hands in front of my slacks keeping my cock for springing straight up like a rigid tent pole.

This time it was I who sought to leave the girls some privacy, well better stated I wanted to take me and my hardening cock out of their sight so that I would not embarrass myself.
I slipped through the door and down on the landing forgetting to pull the door behind me in my haste . Once I was out of sight however, I had the good mind to turn back to look into the kitchen, just in time to see my wife slip the towel from Mary Jane’s body, exposing her glorious nakedness to my eyes. Suddenly the door was pushed closed, to sounds of girlish giggling, leaving just the vanished image of Mary Jane’s firm young breasts heaving as she breathed before my eyes.

Forced down into my dungeon, I stopped the trains running, and tried hard to dissimilate any sound that I could from the kitchen, imaging any and all scenarios that might be occurring , letting myself exercise that right we men have. With my bare cock in hand I stoked myself to orgasm, shooting my hot cum all over the floor, disregardful of where I was and who if anyone might be watching.

How long you ask was I playing with self satisfaction, I cannot tell you, but I did not miss the fact that the upstairs door was opened gently and that my wife called softly down to ask me to come up. I cleaned myself quickly, sipping up as I moved up into the kitchen, only to realize that Mary Jane was still laid out on the counter top, her body covered quite properly by that fluffy white towel. As I stood in the door way, my wife grabbed at me, placing me in a warm sensual hug, reaching between us to rub at my now softening cock. Surprising me with her actions, she told me that she believed that I had been teased enough that day and thought that I might like to help her out. I was certainly not thinking straight, I was unable to figure out just what she was taking about. To add further confusion to things I noticed that Mary Jane appeared to be wearing some kind of mask or blindfold over her eyes.

My wife continued to rub my man hood, causing it to respond, and her to begin making little comments regarding my reaction and perhaps my willingness to help. Wanting to know with a bit more precision what the hell she was going on about I asked straight what she was inferring, what did she want , what did she expect of me and all this is a frustrated perhaps loud voice. Quickly me wife told me to be quiet, she had just gotten Mary Jane to doze off and did not want her waking before she had completed what had been planed. In a firm voice my wife explained that Mary Jane had become very frustrated with he newest beau, while he was polite and pleasant, he was a bit of a bore in bed and she was having trouble satisfying her needs. Mary Jane had decided that she needed a holiday away from her big guy, hoping that perhaps a planned trip with a bunch of her girl friends to the south islands would help clear her mind.

My wife went on to explain that she had just expected to dye Mary Jane’s hair, and perhaps do a bit of remodelling down below so that she would look real good in some of her new bikini outfits. However when Mary Jane began talking , she spilled the whole contents of the sorrowful situation she found herself in and my wife decided to change the planned program of the day. She went on to explain to me that back when, before we met she had been involved in several events , incidents, or experiments she eventually called them, that had been girl only situations and that had provided her with some wicked satisfying moments.

She had asked Mary Jane if she would be willing to give herself into her aunt’s competent hands so that a way could be found to eliminate some of the frustrations that had been built up over the passed period of time. She had required Mary Jane to accept any and all directions that she was given. My wife explained that she had tested Mary Jane’s willingness, by having her accept to tease me, letting my wife expose bits and pieces of her naked body to my view, trying not to make it too obvious as to what they were doing. Once she had Mary Jane pumped and primed she pushed forward, requesting Mary Jane to agreed unconditionally to any act, subversive, degrading or other that my wife requested she do. My wife continued telling me that this had taken a bit of time, had involved a through message, from top to bottom, with special attention paid to particular girly parts. Finally, the act of clearing up the area for Mary Jane’s
newest bikini, provided the opportunity for my wife to receive complete and utter submission from her young niece.

The time had come to create a situation that hopefully might change the relationship with our young niece to the satisfaction of all, a new more open feeling between us that could be natured for all it was worth and for as long as possible, without anyone getting hurt , that is why my wife had called my up from my place of solitude her ultimate plans included me.

I was told to stand, to be quiet, to enjoy watching that was going to happen, and to be ready to get involved at my wife’s signal. During all this conversation, my wife had been very busy, once she had rubbed my cock to a good size, she managed to unzip me and fish my pulsating member from inside my shorts. I was ready to go, ready to do her bidding, no matter what was required of me and I am certain that she knew this.

My wife moved back over to Mary Jane , began rubbing her shoulders and at the same time placing gently little kisses all over her face. Once Mary Jane started to emit soft murmurs , my wife proceeded to fold the top edge of the towel down over her body. When my wife had uncovered a large portion of Mary Jane’s chest, allowing me to view the exquisite bare skin of the tops of her breasts, she changed positions , moved her mouth down over this expanse and continued with her kissing of Mary Jane’s young body.

Mary Jane was now not only murmuring, but was moving about on the counter top, not quite enough to cause the towel to slip from her body, but enough to indicate to both my wife and I that she was definitely enjoying the attention she was receiving. I watched this scene unfold as my wife grabbed hold of Mary Jane’s arms, forced them above her head and at the same time moved the towel down off her lovely firm tits, down her stomach leaving it bunched up just over her sex. I heard myself sucking in my breath as I was afforded this wonder sight, a sight I had only dreamed of, never never thinking I would have a chance to see these two fabulous mounds of firm young flesh . I mean it was not as though I had never tried to get a good sneak peek at them. Ever opportunity that had presented itself over the years had seen me trying to take a look down Mary Jane’s top, but even given all the little bits I had seen, never had I been provided such a wonderful opportunity to just stand there and look as they were exposed in all their natural beauty before my sorry eyes.


My wife must have heard my gasping, as she turned to look at me and give me one of little wicked smiles, the she attached her mouth to one now very perked out nipple. Not only Mary Jane groaned as the contact was made, I felt my own slip from my mouth as I watched my wife at play. While she licked and sucked on that first nipple, she reached over, and from where I was standing, I could see her pick the other little nipple between her thumb and index finger and rub at it, until it swelled from her manipulation. Mary Jane’s chest was now heaving as she grasped for air in reaction to my wife’s teasing.

Suddenly my wife signalled to me, not saying a word, but indicating with her hand that she wanted me to grab hold of Mary Jane’s arms and hold them in place. At first I did not move, my mind was playing tricks on me, flooding my brain circuits with the information that I was going to be allowed to hold on to this lovely young body of human sexuality , stopping me from assimilating the gestures of my wife, my thoughts were getting ahead of my actions. Hearing my name being called out, brought me back to reality, shaking me head, I then moved to place my hands on the smooth, soft, warm upper part of the inside of my niece’s arms and hold them firmly, fixed as my wife had placed them over Mary Jane’s head. I was now in a position to view this young body from the other end of things, looking down over her blindfolded eyes, past over her ruby red lips, the dimpled round chin, up over her heaving chest, and down on to her cute little belly button I treated myself to a vision of loveliness.

My wife having transferred to task of holding our young niece fixed firmly on the counter top, severed her mouth from that one tit she had been suckling on extracting a loud No from the mouth of our wiggling captive. With her one free hand, she pulled the last remaining cover from Mary Jane’s body, exposing a clean shaved raised mound . At long last I was looking at pure heaven , pure pussy, even if it was from the head of her body . My cock responded immediately, increasing both in length and in girth as it jerked in the opening of my slacks. I salivated to the point that I almost allowed it to dribble from my mouth, and drip down on to Mary Jane’s head of auburn hair. I could feel my heart pounding, as thought it was going to burst through my chest, as I watched my wife reposition herself between Mary Jane’s slim muscular legs and hover her mouth directly over the center of Mary Jane’s universe.

Looking directly up at me , my wife smiled, this time she flashed me a huge grin, baring her teeth, she then pushed her sensuous pink tongue out of her mouth as far as she could moving it up and down flat at first , then funnelled it as she pulled it back into her mouth.
My wife continued to tease me , to provoke me until I unconsciously allowed a deep groan slip from my lips certainly advertising to Mary Jane that a male was holding her firmly by her out stretched arms. Whether or not Mary Jane was a willing partner allowing her uncle to participate in this particular undertaking I did not know. She was wearing that blind fold for a reason, either she was uncertain she wanted to see me , or have me able to look into her eyes, or if she wanted to pretend that perhaps I was someone else I did not know, but I was not going to spoil things by suggesting that the mask be removed.

Once however my wife felt that Mary Jane was well aware of my presence, she reached out and raised her thighs on to her shoulders , lowering her mouth on to the one part of Mary Jane’s body that was going to produce an extreme reaction, so I prepared myself to handle what every movement that I thought Mary Jane would provide. Fortunately for me, it was not her upper body that the moved, she did however buck her lower body sharply, forcing her ass off the count top, her cunt pressing upwards into my wife’s wicked mouth. Mary Jane, squealed, almost like a young piglet, so sharp and loud I had thought my ear drum was going to burst.

Wasting no time , my wife moved one hand under Mary Jane’s bottom, extracting further screams from Mary Jane, as she brought her bottom back down hard on to the counter. Her screaming left little for me to imagine, I was sure my wife had pressed a finger on to her back hole, or maybe even right up her back chute. Between screams Mary Jane was sucking air, gasping for breath as she gyrated her body, reacting to what ever my wife was doing. After some time, I am uncertain as to how long, Mary Jane appeared to go rigid, her body lifted off the counter top, you could see the mussels in her thighs pressed vice like on either side of my wife head, her legs stretched straight out behind my wife’s back. Then Mary Jane’s body shivered, vibrated, and rocked as she shuddered, she was calling out with cries of “Oh Gawd! , Oh Gawd ! “

Two, maybe three, perhaps five minutes passed, before Mary Jane’s body relaxed and flopped back down onto the counter, her thighs released my wife head, her legs folded down on to my wife’s back. She appeared to be spent , her body showed signs however that she was still experiencing sensations as you definitely see it making spasmodic motions as she lay in a state of limpness on the counter top. My wife eased herself from between Mary Jane’s legs, and to my astonishment motioned for me to take her place. The sour sweet odour that waffled up to my nostrils as I manoeuvred myself in between these lovely smooth young legs is some thing I have never forgotten. Instinctively I placed my hands under her little rump, pried open her body joint ,bent my nose towards the origin of the odour and breathed in as hard as I could.

I heard my wife snickering , then telling me it tasted much better than it smelt. I wasted no time plunging my warped tongue down into the little crevice that was staring me in the face, seeking what ever I could lick at leeching myself onto Mary Jane’s smooth cunt like a depraved person. I did not even notice that my wife had moved behind me, until I felt a cool breeze flow over my lower body. My wife had managed to undo my pants and drop them along with my under-shorts down to my ankles. Before I could protest I felt her hands slip under my T shirt and push it up toward my head. I broke off contact with Mary Jane’s cunt when she asked me to straighten up and allow her to remove the shirt completely. That accomplished, she fiddled around with my feet, removing the last of my clothing from my body, I was now as naked and exposed as Mary Jane, my wife knew it, I knew it and my cock certainly knew it as it stuck out proudly from between my legs, bumping up against the side of the kitchen counter.

Suddenly I felt my wife press up against my back, I felt bare skin on bare skin, so naturally I turned to look, only to see that my was as naked as well. The three of us were standing, well Mary Jane was not quite, but any way the three of us were there that Saturday afternoon standing bare ass naked, exposed in the middle of our kitchen.




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my Niece - Mary Jane a bit more


Once divested of my covering, I realized that my wife was trying to make me stand upon the little step up affair that we used in the kitchen to reach the higher shelves, so I made it easier for her to lift each of my feet and place them on the top level. The result of this activity brought my lower body high enough that my rigid cock slipped right into the crevice of Mary Jane’s cunt allowing the head to make contact with her soft wet lips.

My wife repositioned herself behind me , reached around me , took hold of Mary Jane’s long slender legs and lifted them to my shoulders as she pushed me towards the end of the counter. With out any effort on my part , the head of my cock slipped past the entrance of Mary Jane’s cunt and settled , engulfed by a warm wet surrounding of tight young flesh. Before I was able to react and start pumping the rest of my hard cock all the way if, my wife grabbed onto Mary Jane’s hips and pulled her on to me, effectively pushing my cock all the way in. I saw Mary Jane grimace as my cock reached the end, coming up hard against her cervix. I remember thinking that even if I had been given the opportunity to do this myself, I would most likely have been more gentle, but as it
was my wife to appeared to be controlling things I just let it ride and enjoyed the feelings.

My wife pressed her body into mine, forcing me flush up against Mary Jane’s cunt, then she pushed Mary Jane forward, letting my cock trail out of this lovely encasement. Again and again my wife repeated these movements of hers, it was like she was the one who was doing the fucking, I was just the phallus, to be used for her pleasure. I began to wonder if she would agree to letting me buy her a strap on cock so she could get rid of the middle man. As my wife continued to manipulate the scene , I felt Mary Jane’s body beginning to react, she was now helping my wife move her body back and for on my cock. Mary Jane was rotating her body as best she could, pressing the backs of her legs forcefully into my back, she was indeed seeking to bring herself off. I knew I was not going to be able to hold on much longer, I had become verbalized, and quite loud.

My wife increased the rhythm of her rocking, she increased the pressure she had on my back, pushing hard into me as she pulled Mary Jane’s cunt onto my cock, there were no more slow long strokes, I was being worked like a piston , running at full steam. Mary Jane was making loud noises, grunting sounds at first then the sounds rose in crescendo, indicating to me that she was getting herself along just fine, rising no doubt to her peak, ready to orgasm. I was trying hard to hold myself back to hold off until I felt Mary Jane ready , but my wife had other ideas. On one vigorous forward movement my wife somehow managed to get her finger in place and shoved it right up my rectum, the palm of her hand coming to rest between my cheeks. Well let me tell you that set me off, there was no way in hell that I would have been able to hold back. My cock surged, swelled to a size I had not before experienced and sent my hot jism deep into Mary Jane’s tight young cunt.

Not a minute too soon, as I felt Mary Jane seize my rod with her interior muscles and squeeze , crying out in a loud voice letting us know that she cumming. How long we remained fixed like this I do not remember, but it was my wife who first disengaged herself , wiggling her finger in my ass, as she slowly pulled it free. She rose on her tippy toes placed a kiss on my cheek and told me to remain coupled to Mary Jane as long as possible, that she would be right back. By the time she got back with a warm wet cloth, my now limp member had slipped from that precious little hole , bringing with it a mixture of both our love juices. My wife got me down off the little step stool, and gently inserted the wet cloth into Mary Jane’s leaking cunt, blocking further loss of seed.

Turning her attention to me she knelt , took my limp cock in her mouth and sucked me clean of all remnants of the event. She was unable to bring me back to my manly form however . I was definitely spent from the afternoon’s activities, it would take a while before I would be able to get it back up for sure. I was told to dress and move off back downstairs to play with my trains and recuperate, incase there would be further need of me. I took my time covering my body, hoping to observe more of this naked Mary Jane, laid out no, now sprawled out limp on the kitchen counter, her little body showing signs of reacting to further sexual tremors .

By the time I tying my shoes, my wife had taken the wet cloth from Mary Jane’s cunt and was busy licking up the residue that remained. It had been a long time since I had participated in such an event, a long time since I had seen my wife so sexually involved, so intense in her actions. Finally, allowing a loud sigh escape from deep inside my body, I made my way down to the basement, my mind certainly not focused on running my trains at all.





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My Niece Mary Jane continued

It was much later, that I heard chairs being moved around in the kitchen, and sounds like normal speaking voices in conversation. Then my wife came down the steps wanting to speak with me again. She told me that Mary Jane had decided to stay the night, that supper had been prepared, but first and foremost she wanted my complete and utter co- operation. My wife went on to explain , that the idea behind what had happened was to allow Mary Jane to enjoy the fantasy of letting go, having no regrets and participating in some different experiences. She had been blindfolded so that it would not be too embarrassing for her to know that she was being fucked by her uncle, it had been planned so she could be visualizing any the male of her choice taking her, bringing her the pleasure she needed, and that was how my wife wanted it to remain.

She went on to tell me that under no circumstances was I to mention, or make reference to anything that had happened that afternoon. I was to concentrate on being Mary Jane’s favourite uncle nothing more nothing less, I had to control my emotions, and show no more than my usual loving kindness towards Mary Jane, after all she was still my niece , the same little girl that I knew so many years ago. There was to be a catch however, that would definitely cause me some problems, but that I might find pleasing to the mind.
As I had been told earlier, Mary Jane had agreed to place herself in my wife’s control, or possession, perhaps dominate desire, if you could say that and her resolve was going to be tested as long as she chose to remain with us that weekend. Once I told my wife would do my best and be on my best behaviour I was told to go wash up and come for supper.

Imagine my surprise when I arrived back in the kitchen to find Mary Jane all fresh and spiffy, dressed in her tank top and a short wrap around skirt that my wife had worn so many years ago. It was sort of impossible not to stare , no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I wanted to be the proper gentleman and uncle. Mary Jane was not wearing a brassiere under the top, her areola were clearly outlined beneath the material, her nipples which appeared to be rock hard pushing at the material very prominently . I tried as I could to keep my eyes on or about her face level, but it was almost a loosing battle, it was like her chest was calling , telling me to look at her almost bare tits. I swallowed hard and turned my attention to the dining room table taking the seat at the end of the long table.

My eyes wandered however, fixing themselves on the swaying of the pleats of the short wrap around Mary Jane was wearing. While my eyes followed the movement or sway of the material, my mind wandered back in time to the fist time my wife had worn that short skirt. It was a fairly warm summer day, and we had decided to go a movie theater as we figured they would at least have the air conditioning working. While I was picking up some popcorn, my wife had taken the opportunity to attend the ladies washroom. We were cuddling like two teenagers as we enjoyed what ever was on the screen, when my wife took my hand and slipped it in under the material of her blouse. Immediately I made contact with a bare breast, she had gotten rid of her bra; needless to say, my attention was taken from the movie that was playing on the screen. To make a long entertaining evening short, once I had gotten her blouse completely open, her two tits exposed in the semi darkness of the theater, I created a sexual atmosphere that caused my wife to direct my playing to her nether regions, under that short wrap around skirt there was no barrier preventing me from sinking my fingesr in to her hot and extremely wet cunt. My wife had taken off all her undergarments that evening, and by the time the movie had ended she was hitting her third of fourth orgasm sitting almost completely naked, her blouse hanging around her arms, her skirt bunched at the sides of the chair.

My memories were rudely broken as I was brought back to reality; my wife was asking if I was more or less of something or other on my plate. My response resulted in Mary Jane returning to the dining room carrying a plate of food in her two hands. She way was holding the plate about the middle of her body, her free swing tits in plain evidence, hidden only slightly by the material of her tight tank top. What however caught my attention was the amount of flesh that was showing below the level of the plate. As Mary Jane walked from the kitchen, I noticed that her strides appeared to a bit slow, deliberate and exaggerated. When she moved her right leg forward it bared a lot of skin, it sliped almost completely from the split of the skirt she was wearing, I was treated with the sight of her upper thigh, almost to the crevice of her legs. It appeared that the wrap around skirt had been altered some what to allow for more exposure.

My eyes remained glued to the movement of Mary Jane’s legs, until she was standing beside me and it became impossible to see anything further. I turned my head upwards to thank her for bringing my plate, letting my eyes scan her body as they rose to meet her own. It was obvious that my wife had been working her magic, for as my eyes passed up the profile of Mary Jane’s I noticed her nipples pushing out in to the material of her tank top as thought they were going to poke right out. Once my eyes came into contact with her face it was easy to tell that she was a bit embarrassed as her face was almost bright red in color. I held back all comments other than expressing the appreciation of having her bring my plate, and swallowed hard.

Mary Jane’s exit from the room did nothing to calm my emotions, I watched as she swayed her hips, and adjusted my growing manhood to a more comfortable position.
Both girls came back in with their own plates, embarking in a general pitter-patter of animated small talk. I mean animated as both the girls were of French background they had a habit, well it was more a custom of the French to talk with their hands. I participated in the conversation with my more demure English way, keeping one hand occupied with my fork and the other in my lap occupied with my cock. It appeared that my wife was doing things on purpose, because she had Mary Jane going, she was responding moving not just her hands, but her arms, in fact her whole upper body was involved in the conversation. I was treated , thanks to my wife , with the pleasant scene of seeing Mary Jane’s firm tits, with their little rigid nipples bobbing up and down , swinging left to right as she replied to my wife’s statements.

Suddenly the conversation was interrupted when my wife ‘ accidentally’ or so it seemed let her hand come into contact with the outer side of her wine glass, knocking it in Mary Jane’s direction spilling the liquid contents all over the front of Mary Jane’s tank top.
Once the wet liquid had made contact with the material Mary Jane’s top took on a transparent look, it was almost as though she was bare breasted , it was a good thing I had my hand in my lap, for at this sight my cock surged in size. Mary Jane quickly jumped up from her seat and headed for the kitchen with my wife close behind, however not before she shot me one of those wicked little smiles she used to give me when she got into a real playful mood.

 

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My Niece Mary Jane continued a bit more

While the girls were off fixing Mary Jane’s clothing problem, I once again found my mind wondering back to that summer evening we had gone to the movies. No sooner had we gotten back to the car then my wife suggested that she was hungry, wanting to stop for a quick bite before we headed home. As I got into the driver’s seat, I saw that my wife had once again undone her little wrap around skirt, exposing her lovely sex to my viewing. Telling me to concentrate on driving us to the restaurant safely she busied herself on her own, playing havoc with her cunt. By the time we had arrived and I had placed the car in park, I found my wife releasing a second orgasm, her blouse undone, her legs spread wide, her hands working both ends of her own spectrum, so I just sat and observed the wonder scene that was transpiring before my eyes.

Once she had ridden things to their end, she relaxed, her body rippling with small tremors, while she sat there limp and so lovely exposed. The restaurant was a cross between as fast food place, and a more general family restaurant, there was a section for those who wanted to be more immanent, quieter, those who had brought children, and those who were in a rush to eat and get on their way. My wife directed me to a place far back out of the limelight of things, more secluded perhaps than in the other parts of the room. Once settled, my wife excused herself to head off to the ladies room, so I waited patiently thinking that she was going to put her undergarments back on and be a bit more respectable for the rest of the evening.

Was I surprised, perhaps more taken back than anything else, when my wife came back from the restrooms area. I sat there certainly with my mouth wide open, staring at my beautiful wife strolling towards me. Her blouse was held closed by a knot tied just under her breasts, she had not rebuttoned her blouse, but had either rolled it or tucked the edges under each side, allowing it to open wide enough to see a good portion of her tits. The skirt had been rearranged so that the slit was now located in the front, right between her legs, so that as she took those long strides towards our table I was provided with an even more pleasant view of her long naked legs as they advanced through the opening of the skirt. Staring, taking in all that was being shown, I concluded that I was able to see much more skin than usual, and then realized that my wife’s skirt was riding much higher on her legs. While the skirt normally came to rest about half way between her hips and her knees it was riding so high on her legs that the hem was just barely covering the bottom of her sex. That was the very first time my wife decided to tease me mercifully, there in public, in a family restaurant, with others sitting not that far away, even if they were not able to see very much.


My day dreaming was interrupted by the sounds of my wife asking if I wanted tea or coffee with my dessert , bringing me back to the reality at hand , ten years later. Having settled on a choice, the noise of the dishes being manipulated prevented me from turning back to my dream and the resulting even more pleasant happenings of that particular evening. I was a bit disappointed when it was my wife who brought the dessert, placing my plate and commenting that I should be careful not to choke on my food. She then set both her plate and Mary Jane’s in place before she settled down and applied herself to her dessert, yet watching me, which I found to be funny. After a few minutes had passed, my wife called to Mary Jane, telling her it was time. This was a statement that made no sense to me, time for what I was thinking, and then Mary Jane timidly came into view at the threshold of the door. My eyes I am certain bulged in their sockets, Mary Jane was covered now in a very very sheer blouse, see through it was. Tied in a similar fashion to that one my wife had worn so long ago, while it was not buttoned, it was not spread open as far as my wife’s had been, but this was even better because the material was so sheer that it was like having Mary Jane exposing her tits out in the open.

To further accent her display, even though Mary Jane was wearing the same wrap around skirt she had on before, it had been arraigned exactly as it had been when my wife had worn it. The skirt had been raised to almost the bottom of Mary Jane’s little pussy; the slit however appeared too had been arranged with a much wider spacing, almost to the point that it remained open as she took her steps towards her chair, providing me with several glimpses of her bare cunt and its puffy pinkish lips. Mary Jane walked around to the side of the chair closest to me, placed herself sideways, facing me on the seat, then spreading one leg at a time seated herself at the table, her legs disappearing from my view. I then understood why my wife had warned me not to choke on my food. Although I had not made any remarks, complimentary or otherwise, Mary Jane was beet red in color, from either embarrassment, humiliation or just plain lust I did not know and was certainly not going to ask. I was not going to spoil any game plan that my wife had set up, if she was still testing Mary Jane’s resolve, I was going to go along with it as I was reaping most of the benefits.

With dessert finished, leaving everyone with their tea, Mary Jane was directed to remove the excess dishes from the table. In doing so she must have been instructed before hand how to complete this required task, as she reached first for my wife’s cleaned plate and brought it back to place on hers. Then she reached for the utensils, one at a time taking them and placing them in front of her. Each time she reached over to me wife side of the table, I was provided the profile view of her tits as they hung forward when she extended her upper body. Much to my delight, when she began to reach for my dirty dishes, she turned her body towards me and allowed me a direct view into the blouse, allowing me the delightful view of her two bare breasts. Once she had assembled the dirty dishes, in reverse motion she moved herself off her chair, one leg spread wide open, facing towards me, at a time. Again I was treated to the nicest of views right up to her little puffy pussy lips.

Mary Jane came back with the teapot, offering to refill my cup, passing to the right side of my chair; she placed her left hand on my shoulder, and lent forward to pour with her right. In the peripheral vision of my right eye I could tell that her left nipple was popped at least a quarter of an inch straight out from her boobie. Trying hard to continue being the kind gentlemanly uncle I turned my head in her direction to thank her for providing the refill. As I turned and before I could bring my eyes up the level of her I was afforded the more than pleasant view of her bare right tit and its accompanying deep rose colored nipple, Mary Jane had managed to lean in such a manner that her sheer blouse was gaping wide open. She allowed me time enough to have a good long look at her precious assets, before she straighten up, forcing me to shift my eye sight to her still flushed face , clearly all this exposure was causing her some embarrassment.

Mary Jane then went over to her aunt and assumed a similar position, refilling her tea cup also. I noticed however that as soon as Mary Jane placed herself beside her, my wife removed her right hand from the table. I was certain that I distinctly heard a sharp gasp. This drew my attention to Mary Jane’s face where I saw or at least it looked like she was biting her bottom lip, her face was contorted that was sure, however she continued to refill my wife’s cup with the same decorum that she had mine. It took but a few minutes, to complete her task, but in those few minutes, my wife surprised me even more when she turned her head towards Mary Jane leant in close and flicked at the tip of Mary Jane’s left tit with her tongue. Mary Jane straightened herself, removing her tit from my wife reach and stood for a moment with her eyes closed. I could swear that I saw her body shudder, but since I was at the other end of the dinning room table I can not state this as fact.

As Mary Jane returned to the kitchen, I watched in awe as my wife brought her hand back up from under the table, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them in the most sensuous of ways, before she reached out to take and other sip of tea. Smiling her wicked grin, my wife commented that she had really enjoyed the dessert; however it was time for me to return to my trains and leave the two girls alone to finish cleaning up. She complimented me on my good behaviour, telling me that this was just what was needed, to fortify Mary Jane’s self consciousness, to help her understand the power she could envelope her well being with, she was really pleased with me.

 

My Niece Mary Jane after dinner

I returned to the basement, letting my mind review all that had transpired during the evening supper, and almost mechanically operated my trains around the board. I thought I heard a voice calling to me , being in a stupor I did not respond until I heard Mary Jane calling out to me , almost yelling my name. Quickly I shut off the transformer, bringing the rickety rack of the trains to a halt and walked over to the bottom of the stair well.
Looking up to the landing, Mary Jane was there standing her legs spread wide enough to allow me a good view up under skirt that she had been wearing this afternoon. Her legs were wide enough apart to allow me to see that there were two little chains hanging from inside her bare cunt, the ends of these chains held two little bell like balls, that I knew well. Mary Jane was carrying, or at least holding my wife’s ‘Wally balls’ as we called them. This particular set of sexual toys had the added attraction of the little chains, upon which two bell like balls, similar to those that you might find around a cat’s neck, were solidly attached. Depending on how the person carrying the balls walked the bells would make a sound loud enough to attract any one’s attention, and in most cases direct their attention to the area from where the sound was coming. These balls had been sitting in their case for a long time now; I was very pleased to see that my wife had decided to bring them back into use. I knew now that Mary Jane was going to placed in a very delicate situation, which was only confirmed when Mary Jane informed me that her aunt was taking her out to see a movie at the new theater in the wonder mall that had been built not too far away. She told me that her aunt wanted me to know that they had no idea when they would be back, but she wanted me to make sure that the outside spot light was in good working order. With that Mary Jane blew me a kiss and disappeared from my sight leaving me alone with my thoughts.

It was well past midnight, before I got around to checking the out door spot light, it worked on the movement property, staying dark until it detected some thing in the range of the scanner they it came on. I had purchased real bright lights that lit the whole front yard area, especially the driveway as I often came home late with the car full of stuff to unload. I had the timer set for a good twenty minutes, before it need to be reactivated, that way I always had enough time to do my business with out any problems. Once I was certain every thing was in order I poured myself a scotch, set myself in my favourite chair and turned on some Mozart. The music lulled me into calmness, while the scotch fortified my fanciful thinking. Thinking about what the girls was doing, wondering what my wife was doing to Mary Jane, with Mary Jane, or having done to Mary Jane by others. I began wishing I had been invited along, even if it had been just as an observer, the more I thought about what may have being going on, the longer and harder my cock became.

Finally I could not longer hold on, I toddled off to the washroom and jacked off in front of the wall unit mirror until I came shooting gobs and gobs of my seed all over the counter top. It was quite a sight I must say watching all this creamy white liquid shoot out the end of my cock, I could see my piss hole open as it expanded to let loose the stream of cum , this I thought, was precisely the same scene that my wife saw when she sucked me off. I cleaned myself and the counter top off then decided it was time to head for bed, I had no idea where the girls were not how much longer they were going to be if they decided to return this evening or not so I might as well hit the sack and get some shut eye.

Just as I was going to open the bedroom lights, I heard our car pull into the driveway and sensed the spot lights brighten up the outside area. Quickly I moved over to the bedroom window and peeked out to see what I could. I watched as my wife parked the car just at the far end of the drive and wondered why she would do this as there was lots of clear space to bring the car right up to beside the house. I was going to leave my spot to go see if there was a problem when I realized Mary Jane had already opened her door. Before I could move I was stunned to see a completely naked Mary Jane exit from the car and close the door. I decided then it was perhaps better to spy from the spot I was in than going out front to ask what was going on, so I continued to look out on the scene that was being played out.

A stark naked Mary Jane walked in front of the car, exposing herself completely in the beaming head lights of the car and the probing spot light of the house light, she was lit up as though it was day light, every detail of her firm young body was in evidence, for any one to see if they were looking. She managed several pirouettes, her arms held high in the air, before my wife extinguished the car lights and exited herself. Now my wife still had her clothes on, yet you could readily see that her short sleeve top was not buttoned; as she waved Mary Jane into the house her movements exposed both of her mature breasts, naked as I liked them. Just before they disappeared from my line of sight and entered the house, I saw my wife give Mary Jane a good swat on her bare bottom; it certainly did not look like a love tap to me. There was lots of giggling going on as the girls tried to sneak quietly up the stairs and into the bathroom. As the shower came on, I decided that it was time to get under the covers and hopping that I might be going to receive two succulent visitors into my bed.

 

Very good story so far, can't wait to read more.

 

My Niece Mary Jane , Sunday morning



Unfortunately, it was around nine AM Sunday when I woke up, to find that I was still alone in my bed, and wet dreams that I may have had had been just that wet dreams.
I noticed that the door to the guest room was closed, so I went about my morning business and descended to the kitchen to get the coffee going. It looked as though it was going to be a bright warm sunny day as I took my first cup out on to the deck and settled my self down. It was not before I had finished my second cup of java that I heard movement in the kitchen, my wife came out with the coffee pot asking if I wanted a refill of what was left or if I wanted to wait until she made a fresh pot. My wife usually wears a full set of girly pajamas to bed so most times she does not have to wear a gown to be decently covered up. This morning however she came out on the open deck dressed in the skimpiest, shortest night gown if that is what it could be called. It was tied loosely at her waste, allowing me to see almost all the wonderful naked body that was underneath. It was not that it mattered that much, as the material was so thin, the sun light had transformed the gown into almost no covering at all, my wife might as well have been stark naked, for all the protection the gown gave her.

I was very slow with my reply, and not wanting her to slip back into the house, decided that I would accept a refill of the old coffee , even if it might be a bit stale, after all I had made if much earlier that morning. I was bright enough however to leave my cup on the side table completely opposite my wife. When she leaned her body across mine, to fill the cup, I managed to pull at the tie cord, loosening the material of the gown so that I could reach up and grab hold of her bare left tit. My wife did not chide me nor pull back like she had in the past, she allowed me to play with her tit, to caress it to squeeze it, to pinch at her nipple and bring it to life, making it emerge from her areole and extend itself quite firmly. To my entire surprise, my wife put the coffee pot down, and turned to face me, spreading her legs open on either side of mine. She bent her body forward offering free access to her nakedness; she bent further seeking to attach her lips to mine, at the same time allowing the little short gown to slide from her body to the floor of the deck.

It had been a long time since I had had my wife out in the open, naked like she was then, a long time sine we had enjoyed the simple pleasure of each other’s body. I did not quite understand what was feeding her sexual appetite, but I was not going to try to figure it out, I was going to seize every opportunity to enjoy what she was offering me. As we continued kissing, my wife grabbed my free hand and slips it down between her legs, where contrary to coming into contact with her lovely silky pussy hairs, I found my fingers brushing up against her bald cunt lips. This unexpected contact caused my cock to surge to its full blown size, making me squirm in the chair to eliminate some discomfort. My wife taking advantage of this movement slipped her hand down into my pajamas and pulled my rigid manhood out into the fresh air. She used her slender fingers to stroke it in such a manner that she managed to make it surge to even a greater length.

Satisfied with her efforts to extract the maximum of my appendage, she bent between my legs and took my cock into her mouth and went at it with her tongue. I set my head back against the chair, placed my hands on my wife’s head and let my body react to her wonderful manipulations. Taking her time, my wife brought me to the edge several times, causing me to flex and grunt with great passion, certainly to my wife’s satisfaction. Finally with the greatest of care I felt my wife tug at the band of my pajamas, trying to pull them off my lower body, so I lifted my ass off the chair allowing her to slid them down around my ankles. With this completed she reached for my ball sac and proceeded to stroke it softly at first then with and increased vigour. I sensed a build up of my seed way down, it was at first a tingling feeling, then it became a more urgent sensation , then suddenly I felt my wife’s finger insert itself in my rectum, producing a powerful explosion that caused me to evacuate a great deal of warm white liquid, pouring it forcefully into my wife’s waiting mouth.

I opened my eyes, I wanted to see my wife take my seed, well I wanted to see how much I was shooting , how much she was able to hold, I wanted to see my seed dripping from the crease of her lips, I wanted to see her swallowing. When I opened my however I was almost shocked to see Mary Jane standing beside us watching my wife sucking me off. She was standing, dressed in almost the identical gown that my wife had on, or at least had worn earlier. It was untied, hanging open. Mary Jane was playing with herself, she had one hand working her tits, pulling at her little nipples, while the other hand was very busy working her cunt, she much have inserted at least three fingers from what I could tell. Mary Jane was so close to us that I could see her juices running down her legs, almost in as great quantity as I was emitting.

It was very difficult to divide my vision between them, I really wanted to watch my wife taking my seed down her throat, but Mary Jane was also a delicious sight standing there masturbating her young body. The dilemma was solved rather quickly, once my wife realized there was no more to suck for my cock, she rose and mashed her body with Mary Jane’s. My wife brought her lips to Mary Jane’s and from what I could tell proceeded to push some of my cum into Mary Jane’s receptive mouth, at the same time pushing the gown completely from her body. I watched as my wife’s hands replaced those of Mary Jane’s as she proceeded to bring Mary Jane to climax while they stood exposed out on the back deck that beautiful Sunday morning. By the time my wife had Mary Jane to the point she wanted, I watched as Mary Jane bucked and vibrated, shuddered and shook, almost to the point of collapsing in my wife’s arms. When she was allowed release she howled so loud I was concerned that we might have disturbed the neighbours, or at least had caused them to question what the hell was going on over at our place, it did not however appear to faze my wife at all, as she kept working Mary Jane’s body parts allowing her no reprieve at all. It was almost like my wife had turned sadistic and was enjoying taking advantage of her young niece.

Finally my wife could no longer hold Mary Jane’s body in a standing position and allowed her to slip down on to the floor of the deck. She then moved back over to me and sat her sweaty, shining body down into my lap, placed her arms around my neck, and sought out my mouth with her wonderful sexy lips. We must have all dozed off in our positions as the next thing I knew was that I needed to piss real badly, almost to the point of having done so unintentionally while I sat there in my deck chair holding my wife in my lap. Stirring carefully, I gently shook my wife, awaking her from what ever dream she had been involved in and told her of my problem. She responded telling me it was a good thing that I had not released myself on the deck as we had already dripped enough body liquids on the deck as it were. My nudged me in the direction of Mary Jane, who lay sprawled out where she had been dropped, suggesting that we pick her up and take her inside so that she would not get sunburned. My wife told me to carry her up and put her in the tube as she needed to be rinsed down a bit.

I carried this poor spent naked body from the deck and carefully deposited her in our tube, then moved over to the toilet to take care of my problem. My wife who had followed us, looked at me then started out saying that perhaps I could, do something for her, but then continued that perhaps it was a bit too early for her to take Mary Jane that far along, then added that she would like to hold the hose while I released the liquid into the bowl. The piss flowed in great force from my hose as I realized that my wife had almost suggested that I provide Mary Jane with a golden shower as she lay exhausted in our tube. I hoped perhaps that what every my wife had gotten into with Mary Jane was not just a one time deal and their might be another opportunity down the road to release my hot piss on to this lovely young naked nymph.

Once I had finished my business, my wife insisting on shaking the last drops from my cock on to her fingers which immediately were taken into her mouth, I was ushered out of the room and told to wash up in the downstairs facilities. It was close to one o’clock before every one found themselves back in the kitchen, my wife stating that perhaps it would be best if we went out to brunch as they were too exhausted to make anything to eat. This of course was fine with me; I had no objection to taking to lovely girls out on the town, especially after the treat they had provided me. My wife asked for a few more minutes to get ready, pulling Mary Jane back upstairs, telling me to lock up and go start the car.

 

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My Niece Mary Jane , Sunday morning continued

The girls came out of the house, all done up, almost in the same outfit, they certainly could pass for mother and daughter, even older sister and younger sister , not quite even in their ages, but close enough as far as my eyes were concerned. Both were wearing light sleeveless blouses, Bermuda shorts and sandals that were laced part way up their legs, two beauties they were , it went with out saying. As my wife got into the car it was easy to see she was wearing a bra, so I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if I could tell the same of Mary Jane, and I was able to confirm my fears, she too was wearing a bra. I figured if they had bras on them more than likely had panties to boot, and that any fun and games that I thought might be played out were quashed.

The restaurant that I had chosen for brunch was busy so we had a choice of standing in line, or sitting in the bar, where of course you were expected to order an alcoholic beverage. As we had not eaten since the night before I suggested we order a light rosé wine, that would not interfere too much with our lack of food, and might even help prepare our stomachs for the delights that we could smell coming from the dinning area. By the time we had finished our second glass, about half the bottle we were called to be seated. Fortune would have it that we were directed to a side seat, located in an alcove like part of the room, slightly off from the main stream of things, decorated with large leafy plants. There may have been six or eight of these types of seats and we were offered the third from last, making the walk from the food center to our seat not as far as the customers seated in the last seats, yet not as close to the food that a hungry person might want to be. It was however a comfortable spot, with a window that looked out towards the parks, it was kind-a cozy, it was public yet private just what the doctor ordered for three frisky loving people.

We settled in at first a girl on each side of me while we took in the situation we found our selves in, commenting on the lovely open scene that the window provided, as well as the privacy of the area that the large leaf like plants provided. It was almost as though we were all alone, isolated, insulated from the outside world, yet we were surrounded by the goings on of the restaurant. I let the girls go get their plates first as I wanted to watch my two lovely ladies parade back and froth from my table, it was indeed a sight watch those two tight bottoms wiggle as they walked towards the food counters. Needless to say my wife accentuated her walking moves as she sauntered back towards me, putting on a great show, for any of those patrons sitting at the tables in the first few alcoves. For a man I could not have wished for more, my wife was it she was great, more than great I was sure that every one looking her way knew it as well.

Once she had taken her seat I left to go fill my plate, meeting Mary Jane who was on her way back, I held her up just long enough to place an Uncle type kiss on her cheek, and tell her how beautiful she looked, and how jealous the other men were that she was with me and not them, causing her to flush pink in the face. The girls were in deep conversation when I arrived back at the table, both providing me with a sneaky little grin as I took my place to the left of my wife. I was allowed to let my hand slip down on to my wife’s upper thigh and lie quietly with out any complaint , in fact as I began massaging a small area on her thigh , I noticed that she had placed her left hand down on to Mary Jane’s right thigh and was copying my movements. I was not certain if this was planned or just happened to develop in that manner, but I thought I would test things to see. I increased the size of the area I was rubbing, and at the same time leaned into my wife and kissed her just below the ear lope. No sooner than I had broken the kiss, I felt her slant her body towards Mary Jane and do the same.

These mimicking actions I figured could only mean one thing , the games were still on, but I then I thought maybe it was just a fluke situation so I gave it a rest and continued to finish the food on my plate, while attempting to take part in the conversation of the moment. I decided to push things a bit more, making my actions a bit more daring, so I removed my left hand from my wife’s upper leg and sent my arm around her shoulders.
Nothing was done to stop me at that point, so I eased the fingers on my left hand down in front of my wife’s upper body and slipped them in under the opening of the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed her bare skin. How my wife did it I do not know, but she managed to get her own left arm up and around Mary Jane and copied my exact movement.
Eureka I thought this was fun , I was going to take things as far as I could , before getting stopped, or getting caught by the waitress, or perhaps a restaurant patron.

I decided to see just how far I was going to be allowed to go, so turning in my seat I placed my right hand on my wife’s knee and squeezed firmly, but with a gentleness, that I could afford, after all going slow was key to this trial run. I turned to look her in the face, then as I applied pressure with my left hand to the upper potion of her chest, I slipped my right hand in under the material of her shorts as far as I could, then dragged my finger nails back over the inside of her upper thigh. This accomplished I twisted my body back into the normal sitting position and finished cleaning my plate. Immediately my wife turned towards Mary Jane, and certainly must have done the same thing, only she may have gotten her hand further up Mary Jane’s bare leg as I heard a distinct gasp exiting her pretty lips, just at the moment the waitress stopped to refill our coffee cups.

 

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My Niece Mary Jane , Sunday morning continued some more




My wife paid not attention to the waitress at all, and simply repositioned her telling Mary Jane it was time to return to the food counter and see what other delicacies they could find, leaving me to deal with any situation that might be brought forth. The waitress , I must say was very professional, she did not mention, nor look like she was going to broach the matter, but offered to come back when the ladies returned to fill their cups, rather than leave a full cup to get cold, then she exited the area quickly. When the girls did return , I could tell there was some thing different in the way they were moving, but it was not until they were almost at the table that I noted several upper buttons on their blouses had been undone. If it was evident to me , it certainly was to any of the other patrons, they were showing a large about of bare chest area , in fact you could cleared see that their colored bras were showing. Upon closer inspection, that perhaps only I was afforded as they reached the table I could tell that both were wearing bras that had the clasp in the front.

I left the two of them giggling senselessly to go get myself another plate of some of the most wonderful restaurant food I had seen in a while, but taking a moment to go relieve the pressure for all the coffee I had drunk so far. It was perhaps ten may be fifteen minutes before I returned tot the table, where I noticed my girls once again in deep conversation, my wife holding Mary Jane’s face in her hands talking quietly. At first I began to slip in once again beside my wife, however she motioned for me to slip in on the other side, effectually squeezing Mary Jane between us. I figured in this position I would not be able to play any further games, because my wife had placed herself out of my reach. I shrugged, feeling good that I had already managed to get a little , and went about consuming the delicacies that I had brought from the food counter paying little attention to the two girls.

About fifteen minutes had gone by when suddenly I felt my wife reach over and touch my right hand, motioning for me to put down my fork. Once that was accomplished she tugged my right hand down under the table and set it on Mary Jane’s left thigh, pushing it in the same rubbing motion that I had done earlier on her own upper thigh. Now this was not quiet what a gentlemanly Uncle should be doing, but as it was my wife who was really directing things, I did not stop her , nor pull my hand back, in fact I began to enjoy the heated sensation that was rising from Mary Jane’s leg. My wife left my hand to continue by itself, and moved her own over to Mary Jane’s other thigh once again mimicking my movements causing Mary Jane’s to sound off with a series of very low moans. We continued these antics for perhaps five or ten minutes, before Mary Jane’s shifted slightly in her seat , spreading her legs as wide as she could, pushing her left leg hard against mine, as no doubt she did with her right against my wife’s. This opened up a whole new area on which to rub, cautiously however, I eased my rubbing fingers closer to the inside of her thigh, pushing up towards the center of her young limbs. You could hear Mary Jane taking deep breaths as my fingers crept closer and closer towards that special little spot of hers. Even though she had spread herself wide, there was not all that much room and when my fingers reached a certain point them came into contact to my surprise with my wife’s, she also had sent her finger creeping up Mary Jane’s inner thigh, it was no wonder the poor girl was making those sounds.

I guess I was just about to reach the epicenter of things when my wife turned in her seat and clamped her right hand onto mine holding it still with a firm grip. She then turned sideway in her seat, facing both myself and little Mary Jane who was now sitting between us and reached for my left hand. slipped it under the material of Mary Jane’s blouse, where it came to rest on bare flesh, extracting a low groan from some where far inside her lungs. My hand was left hanging, placed firmly against Mary Jane’s lower torso and left on it own while my fiddled at the front of Mary Jane’s blouse. I could feel Mary Jane’s body quivering as my hand lay there on her soft bare skin, quivering perhaps in anticipation, quivering with perhaps a bit of anxiety, or fear of what might happen I did not know , but I was beginning to be anxious to see what my wife’s next move would be. Having finished what ever she was doing with the front of Mary Jane’s blouse, I found her hand back on top of mine, applying pressure , pushing both our hands firmly on to Mary Jane’s body. Then my wife moved our hands up wards, not quickly but very slowly, almost excruciating slow, Mary Jane tightened her body muscles, seemingly almost holding her breath. This caused her upper chest to expand, pushing her tits out even further, and I guess this is what my wife was waiting for , or expecting, as she seized that moment to direct my hand higher, until I felt it tangle in some loose material, she lifted our hands outward just a bit , allowing them to slip further up and to my immediate pleasure settle quite nicely on Mary Jane’s bare tit. It appeared that my wife had undone the front clasp holding the bra cups together .

Mary Jane sounded out with a deep almost very loud gasp as my wife settle my hand on her left tit, squeezing my fingers gently on to her soft warm breast. My wife withdrew her own hand leaving me to continue on my own. I tried to watch both girls, Mary Jane’s facial expressions were captivating, however I was very curious as to what my wife would succeed in doing next. Indeed it did not take but a few seconds before I realized that my wife had moved her now free hand over onto Mary Jane’s right tit. There we were, two mature adults, sitting at the table in a none too unoccupied restaurant, playing with , well perhaps mauling at a young girl’s naked breast, causing her to squirm from the sensations she was experiencing while we proceeded uninterrupted.

I was certain that my wife had not taken her other hand from Mary Jane’s leg, she was still rubbing that part of her anatomy. I could not see, but I could guess from the moaning and groaning noises Mary Jane was emitting, that my wife had her hand much further up her inner thigh than mine had been. Mary Jane must have been in the throes of ecstasy for not only was she pushing her upper torso forward in an attempt to keep the pressure of our hands on her tits constant, but she was gyrating the lower portion of her body, moving her bottom back and forth along the seat where we were sitting. Suddenly Mary Jane began to utter different sounds, urgent sounds of ` Uh! , Uh!, Oh!, Oh! Aw!, Aw! `` from what I can remember, sharp little grunts that came quicker and quicker.

It was at that moment that my wife pulled her hand from where it had been below the table and reached over and took my hand away from Mary Jane’s soft warm tit. If Mary Jane was surprised, I was more than taken back, at first I thought that my wife had noticed some one at or coming towards our table in our out of the way spot, but when I looked around I saw nothing at all. I looked back at Mary Jane to see a poor girl gasping at release , wanting to cum, wanting to continue, sheer desperation showed in her face. My wife brought the fingers of the hand that had been below the table to her nose inhaling I am convinced the sweet smell of Mary Jane’s scent. She then bent towards Mary Jane and whispered in her ear, nothing however that I could decipher.

 

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My Niece Mary Jane , Sunday morning luncheon fun is over

The expression that appeared on Mary Jane’s face, appeared to be one of pure fear, or almost, her normal pink coloring drained from her cheeks, she turned pure white, as though she was in shock. Several minutes passed before I detected movement on Mary Jane’s part, she cleared her throat, trying hard to swallow I assumed. I watched the color come back to her face, turning it a vivid pink. She eased her hands down below the table and fiddle with what I found out later to be her belt and the zipper of her Bermuda shorts. Mary Jane then lifted her bottom and began to pull at the material of her shorts, moving it over and off her hips and slid it along her thighs, past her knees which then allowed it to fall down around her ankles and settle on the floor of the restaurant’s alcove. Once this was accomplished Mary Jane sat back on to the seat, either waiting for my wife and I to continue where we had left off, or get the courage to do more, or then I thought perhaps she was waiting for my wife to whisper instructions to her once again.

Mary Jane was staring straight ahead, looking over the table , above the food and dishes that were there, across the area in which we were seated, over to the leafy green of the plants that were offering us some privacy from the rest of the restaurant patrons. It was like she had tunnel vision, seeking to fix her sight on or at on point in particular . Then carefully, slowly, cautiously she reached for the opening of her blouse, and began undoing the remaining buttons one at a time. I watched as she completed this task with great anxiety, here we were letting a young girl undress herself in the middle of the day, in the middle of a busy restaurant. I knew for a fact that her brassiere had been undone, so once her blouse was undone, she risked being placed in a very delicate situation, if the blouse opened too far, her entire upper body would be very exposed indeed.

Now I had no idea what my wife had whispered earlier to Mary Jane ,so I could not believe my eyes when I saw her, as she unfastened the last button, open her blouse completely, move it and her loose bra off her shoulders and let them drop down behind her on to the seat. I was astonished, Mary Jane was now naked exposed out in public, her tits showing above the table top, her two nipples poking out rigid from her areolas.
She made no move to cover her beauty, she simply lowered her arms to her sides and waited. At once my wife reacted, she turned her body towards Mar Jane, sending one hand down below the table, the other to pinch at an elongated nipple causing Mary Jane to flinch. My wife them spoke to me in a low voice , she told me that it would be quite alright if I wanted to play with Mary Jane’s left tit. I was however to keep my hands away from the lower portion of her body. Immediately I attached myself to Mart Jane’s tit, I was not going to miss this opportunity. I started to roll Mary Jane’s left nipple between my finger and my thumb, enjoying the sensation of the rubbery like feeling of this young lassie. Mary Jane went ballistic with both of us pinching at her nipples, my wife no doubt using her other hand to stimulate her nether-land.

I was at first a bit nervous and concerned, now that Mary Jane was moaning and groaning very loudly. I was certain that those sitting in the neighbouring booths could hear her. I was about to say something to my wife, but I guess she was watching my reaction to all this lovely noise, for she suddenly stuck her tongue out and made a flicking motion to me, then she turned her tongue towards Mary Jane. Not being too stupid I figured she wanted me to use my tongue to further stimulate Mary Jane’s nipple or whole breast so I complied leaving my thoughts of being discovered hanging in the air . Once I had fixed my mouth to Mary Jane’s tit, my wife pressed her own mouth over Mary Jane’s, effectively cutting off most of her sounds. Seconds, perhaps minutes or so passed as we continued to abuse Mary Jane there at the table, before her movements became erratic, uncontrollable. Her almost naked breasts were moving every which way making it difficult to keep my mouth fixed on her tit. As suddenly as she had begun , she stopped, she moved her upper body back into the seat , lifted her lower body upwards almost striking a prone position ands shook or shuttered, her whole body convoluting, Then she dropped back, her body going limp, so much so that we had to grab onto her to avoid having her slid off the seat onto the floor. Mary Jane had released her orgasm, she demonstrated to me at least that it had been one hell of a cum.

We allowed Mary Jane to lay sideways between us sort of taking her out of any direct view from inside the restaurant , letting her ride ,out the rest of the spasm that I could rippling through her sweaty little body. Satisfied that Mary jane was securely settled as not to roll of the seat, my wife once again sent her delicate finger creeping up her inner thigh. Snaking up and slipping under the loose leg band of Mary Jane’s panties I watched as my wife worked her magic. When she extracted her fingers I could see the glistening wetness of Mary Jane’s body fluids dripping off the ends. My wife immediately brought her fingers to her ought and sucked them clean of those lovely juices. My wife took great care to exaggerate her motions, making certain that not one single drop of this precious liquid was lost, She then licked her lips in such a manner that I released a low primeval groan from deep inside. Returning her fingers, she pulled at the material of Mary Jane’s panties exposing her bare little cunt to my eyes and provided me with a detailed viewing scene as she slipped them once again deep into Mary Jane, love tunnel. My wife plunged her fingers not so gently into Mary Jane’s causing the little limp body to jerk several times before she pulled them back out, covered this time is with perhaps a more lucid
Coating of fluids. To my delight instead of taking her finer to her mouth she raised her hand and presented the finger at my lips. Needless to say I wasted no time if taking her finger into my mouth and savouring the wonderful exotic taste of out young Mary Jane.

We began to notice that the sun had moved a great deal from the position it had occupied in the window, so we decided that we had better get moving along, if we did not want to run into to problem at the restaurant. My wife revived Mary Jane gently, telling her we had to prepare to leave. Upon opening her eyes, Mary Jane looked directly at me and smiled one of those warm smiles of hers, she too my hand and brought to her mouth gave it several loving kisses then returned it to my lap. We helped her on with her blouse, my wife indicating that she need not replace the bra and the day was still young, then assisted her with her Bermuda shorts. Fortune would have it just as we had managed to compose ourselves the waitress came along with our bill , telling us that the dining room was to be closing in several minutes. She lingered a bit, seemingly shy but I could not tell, so I asked if every thing was alright, the bill, the means of payment, the tip, only to receive somewhat of an embarrassed reply.

There had been nothing at all wrong with any thing, if fact we had been delightful customers, if fact she went on to say he had really appreciated our visit more than most. I must have look a bit confused, for the young lady continued telling us that much of her time had been spent standing on the other side of those big green leafy plants. She wanted to know if next time we chose this particular restaurant, we could ask for her as our waitress. She said she could arrange things so that she could be our real personal server, in a more private way, willing to do our biding in any way we wished, She continued on turning a bright color of red telling us she had really enjoyed the exposé of our young charge, the delicate way we had handled things .

She wanted to let us know that she would be delighted to be included in such fun and games if we ever decided a repeat undertaking was necessary. She complimented Mary Jane on her lovely body telling her that she wished she had not been so far off so that she could have seen better and wished that she might be taken care of like that one day. Dianna, as she called herself, gave my wife her telephone number then whispered a few more sentences before she began to excuse herself for being so forward, as that was not really her style, but she really liked what she had seen and could not take the chance to miss an opportunity to speak with us.


All this time our Mary Jane was standing there listening, but fixed in a position that looked to me like she was shocked now knowing some one had been watching her perform , watching her undress, watching her cum, her face was just about a red as was Dianna’s. My wife looked at me for a moment, then told me to go speak with the Maitre d’ and tell him how pleased we had been with Dianna’s service, telling me she needed a few minutes alone with the girls. I did as I was told, but as I was real curious as to what was happening back at the table, I sort of snuck back a bit quicker, passing by the spot Dianna had pointed out as her spying position I got back just in time to see Dianna breaking off from what it looked like were I was standing a real passion kiss with our Mary Jane, who was standing there with all her clothing at her feet. Dianna then moved away from Mary Jane allowing her to redress herself and began talking with my wife while she sucked on her fingers. Figuring I had missed all of the good stuff, I gave Mary Jane time enough to button up, then I eased myself back into the hall and entered the area of the alcove trying very hard not to let on that I knew the girls had had a little play time.