wow...just....wow

Ok, so yeah, I'm going to have to get "up" in a little while to go to work, and yet, I still have not been asleep. Got another lucky and wonderful early Christmas present from my perfect wife tonight. She called from work to tell me that her niece was in town to surprise her mom (my wife's sister, widowed unfortunately)and needed a place to stay so she could see her tomorrow (which is now today)and wondered if I would mind her staying with us. Naturally, having known her for years, I said sure as I am not one to turn family away. I saw Celeste about 2 or 3 years ago when her boyfriend and she came to town for a family get together, I think it was a grandparents birthday or something or other...cant fucking remember now. And she and the guy were pretty strung out on drugs at the time, so she was a fucking train wreck that was just waiting for the crashing sound to catch up, so as I was willing to house her, I was leery for her to be around our kids, but thought its the Season that has me so joyful and helpful...yeah, right! Celeste got in and rented a car and came over, I still don't know why she rented one, I have three here, and could have picked her up at the Airport, but oh well....When I let her in, I could tell right off that a lot had changed in her life, best of which was that she was clean and sober now, and was rid of the cancer that was with her the last time she visited. Anyway, my first visual perusal of her was that 1. she had put on some weight, and that's a good thing, not that emaciated drugged out way she was before, now she was nice and filled out (she now has a banging ass!)2. she was bright eyed and very cheerful to be home (last time, she and the cancer moped around because they didn't want to be here, but I think it was more that they flew in and didn't have a way to get their fucking dope while they were here.)3. she smelled like a heavenly scented garden, and a sexy one too...I noticed that the instant I opened the door...usually, in my experience, when people get off drugs, they tend to pick up smoking cigarettes like there's no tomorrow, and they just simply reek of the shit. *I have to make a statement here about drugs, now, don't get me wrong, if you do drugs, your not always going to be a bad person, but when they consume your life, and the only thing you live for and breath for is the next high your going to get, then you and I have a problem, and when you bring that attitude around my children, be ready to hear the blunt, painful and honest truth* and of course, when she and cancer were here last time, Celeste and I parted on some bad terms, which were of me pretty much telling her that she was nothing more than a total and complete fuck up, and that she should have just stayed in California with the other dopers in her pack, and that if her Dad were alive today, he would be totally ashamed of her. I don't think she was mad at that, I think she was still brooding about not being able to get her fix for dope while she was here. Anyway, enough background.

I helped her get her stuff out of the rental and put it in the room she is staying in, and we sat down and had a nice, wonderful long talk. She told me that my little "chat" with her and cancer boy had really stung, and that she though about it all the way back. When she got back, she decided that a new life was her's for the taking, and she did...quit the drugs, dropped the loser of a boyfriend, found new friends and got a new job and continued on with her college from where she left off...(because of cancer boy no less)Well, we were sitting on the couch and my kids were so excited to see her, that they were mercilessly sitting near her, holding her hands, hugging her, getting her stuff from the kitchen, etc. etc. that when I finally put them to bed, she was practically exhausted. We sat and watched TV for awhile, and I decided to pop open a few beers, when I offered her one, she asked if there was any wine in the house...my wife is a wine and wine coolers drinker, so there is always a bottle of red wine in the house and several types of Mikes Hard Lemonade around somewhere. I opened the wine and gave her a nice full glass, figured she could use it to unwind and get to sleep.

We chatted for quite a bit longer, watching several shows that I swear I have never seen on TV before, and then she just blurted out....This wine is making me so fucking horny Uncle Fuzz.... I almost spit my beer out all over the couch, myself and the floor. I had to do a double take and asked her what she said...she stammered and apologized, said that when she drinks wine she gets really horny, and that she was sorry for saying that. Well, naturally, "Uncle Fuzz" isn't going to take offense to any woman telling him she's horny, either related or not! This is when it got interesting...I decided to see just how horny and drunk she was getting off that one glass of wine. I laughed and said, why don't you go ahead and change for bed, you can come back out here and lay on the couch, if you fall asleep here, I will cover you up and turn the TV off when I crash out. And she did...She came back out in nothing more than an over sized T shirt, and a pair of her panties, which again made me cough. I looked at her approvingly, even though I think she was fucking insane, as it is winter here in Michigan, and not very fucking warm outside or in the house....up until she came out in that outfit. "Shit, its cold" she said, laughing and jumping on the couch next to me and cuddling up tight. She put her head on my shoulder and we sat that way for a few minutes, and then she started pushing her feet under my legs to "keep her toes warm" she said. As I moved to let her do that, the bulge that was creeping down my sleep pants (You know, the thin cotton ones) sprung out into the open. I brushed my stiff dick down to the inside of my thigh so she couldn't see it, but I guess it was way to late as she happened to say, "I see the beer makes you horny like the wine does me." I think I must have turned a few shades of red when she said that, because she started giggling but quickly stopped. She floored me with the next line, "Auntie said that you have a big dick, is that true?" I know my wife talks about our escapades with her sisters and her friends, but with her niece? that was a shocker to me. I had to ask what exactly in the living HELL was she talking about with her Auntie, that the size of my penis would come up in conversation. The next few statements she uttered did two things for me, 1. Part of it shocked the hell out of me, and 2. The other part of it made me quite happy and glorious with the woman I am married to.

Celeste said that when she called my wife to say she was coming out (I didn't know that this had been planned for a few weeks in advance, I thought it was spur of the moment type shit.) She told her about how much she appreciated what I had done for her the last time she was here, and how I had changed her life. She told my wife that she knew, from her mom, that we do a bit of swinging and swapping here and there, and that she felt the only way to properly thank me would be to give herself to me totally, both mentally and physically. I guess my wife had given her the ok to do it, because here I was, sitting on the couch with this cute, sweet and sexy 25 year old girl curled up beside me telling me all about it. I have to admit, part of me wanted to grab the phone, call the wife and verify it before plunging either my tongue or my dick into Celeste's body, but the other part of me, the seamen leaking tool between my legs, wanted to plunge into her right then and there.

I was (and still am) apprehensive about the whole thing, so I just pulled a blanket down around us and covered us up, I didn't want one of my kids popping into the living room and seeing Cousin Celeste with stiff nipples, no pants on, and dad with a large snake like object spitting up in his pants and leaving a wet spot on the front. As we sat there we chatted about almost everything except the opportunity that was presenting itself to us (by us, I mean ME) right then. After a few more minutes of the chatting, I finally got up the courage (can you believe it dear readers? Uncle Fuzz needing the courage to get his PHREAK on!)so I put my arm around her shoulders, and let her head slide a bit down from my shoulder to my chest. I felt her slide her hand onto my chest and just sit there. I began to rub her arm, telling her that she felt cold, she told me in no uncertain terms that she was not cold, but getting hotter by the minute, and that's when she slid her hand down and took lil' fuzz in a vice grip. I have to admit again, I almost blew my load there. I had to ask if she was sure she wanted this, and when she said yes...the TV got turned off, and the blanket flew across the room...I practically drug her upstairs to mine and my wife's room.

I wont bore you with all the details, but what I will leave you with is this: If you ever have a friend or family member that feels they owe you a debt of gratitude, don't pass it up! Celeste had more moves in the bed than a gymnast at the Olympics!! What was funny about the entire situation, was that while I was going down on her, my wife decided to call the house. Celeste answered the phone, and while I lapping at her wet, sloppy pussy, all I heard was, "Oh Hi Auntie! Yes, he's here, he's got his mouth full right now...*pause for the other side of conversation* then a laugh, and he's eating my pussy right now...hold on, here he is." and the phone is stuck in my face, I mean, the part of my face that wasn't buried in a cunt at the moment. I gave Celeste and glare and took the phone, only to hear my wife on the other end laughing her ass off, and asking me if she was being a good girl for me. I told her, "Better than good, and why didn't you warn me about this?" my only response from my goddess of a wife was, "Merry Christmas"

I think Celeste and I must have fucked 5 times tonight, only reason it was only 5 is because she got here so late. I think if she had gotten here earlier, and it been a Friday or Saturday night and the kiddies were at Granny and Grampy's house, it could have been in the double digits. Oh well, guess I can't complain too much, I got some tender, clean pussy tonight, and I will get some familiar, freaky pussy tomorrow night when the wife is off....I can already hear her in bed asking me to tell her what went on!

Celeste is in her room now, door closed and snoring her ass off, I am downstairs on the computer and can hear her all the way down here like she was in the next room, so I guess I hit it right.

Well, I know today is my day to make my decision for dropping this blog or not, and since Celeste is going to be in town for the Holidays, I may have to extend my deadline.....I'm sure (hoping, is more like it) that I will get to sample her again soon!



Merry Christmas Bitches!
Uncle Fuzz