My Wife Educates Our Shy Nephew

My wife, now 40-years old, grew up in a hippie-ish community on the west coast. Old habits die hard for her; left to her own devices she'd be topless or naked around the house all summer. She's not too worried about other people seeing her body, although she doesn't want to foist her nudity on folks who may not want to see it (delivery drivers, the dog walker, family). So when it's hot, she mostly wears skimpy jean shorts and a bikini top at home.

I'd bet that her outfit has a fair bit to do with why our 22-year old nephew started spending so much time at our house this summer. He's in a trades program at the community college a few blocks up the road. He's big, strong, and well-mannered, but very shy.

We had invited him over one afternoon to catch up over a cold drink on the porch after his class finished up. It was scorching that day - all of us were dripping with sweat, visible beads gathering on her cleavage and running down beneath her soft breasts. I caught him staring a few times, when she was looking elsewhere and he thought she wouldn't notice. Not wanting to humiliate him (I had a look every now and then myself), I shot him a smirk. After he left, she told me - with what seemed like a mix of pride and embarrassment - that she had felt his eyes on her a few times that afternoon. We laughed it off. If she wasn't willing to put on a shirt for a delivery driver, she definitely wasn't going to do it for our nephew.

He started coming over most days after he finished up at the college. Same routine at first - the three of us sitting on the porch shooting the shit over cold drinks; our nephew sneaking glimpses at my wife's cleavage or the folds of her cheeks sneaking out from under her shorts; my wife and I pretending not to notice.

On one particularly blistering afternoon, she stood up and announced that she was heading inside for a cold bath. His eyes were fixed on her ass as she flounced into the house. He blushed and looked at his feet when he realized that I had caught him in a lewd stare. Still not wanting to embarrass him, I asked him whether he had met anyone he was interested in at college.

"Nah. I don't really know how to talk to women. Or what to do if they wanted to talk to me. I just freeze up," he responded. We chatted for a while about women, how to approach them (and how not). He ended up telling me that he had never gone further with a girl than a few dates, some handholding, and a kiss on the cheek. He asked how I met my wife, how I approached her. So I told him. "She's a straight shooter. No bullshit. She just wants to hear exactly how you feel and what you're after. Then it's a yes or it's a no. It's one of the things I love about her most."

His next question caught me off-guard: "Do you think I could practice talking with her? So I could get more comfortable with it?" I knew my wife would be honoured, but I didn't want to speak for her. So I told him to wait a second while I asked her. She was towelling off after her bath. I explained what our nephew had asked her to do - and it was an immediate yes. She threw on a pink terry cloth bathrobe and headed out to the porch.

I wanted to give them some privacy, since I thought having me around would make our nephew more tentative. But I was also very interested in their discussion, so I compromised by puttering about in the house near the screen door, so I could hear and see them both. A lot of him saying things like, "I think you're really pretty" and her gentle corrections - "why not try asking about my interests instead of just commenting on my appearance", that sort of thing. He started to build some confidence - until I noticed that he was unabashedly staring at her chest. I looked over at her: one of her tits had come right out of the bathrobe, the full soft globe and areola visible. She noticed his stare, looked down at her exposed boob and laughed, tucking it back into her robe.

"You were doing pretty well, until my tit made an appearance" she said kindly.

"I, uhh.. yeah. I haven't seen one up close like that."

She paused for a moment, shrugged, and slipped her torso out of the bathrobe, revealing both of her full, soft mounds. "They're just tits - just a part of a woman's body. Besides, I'm boiling in this bathrobe in the heat."

He was dumbfounded for a moment, face beet red and dripping with sweat. He stared intensely at her soft breasts, their roundness, her areola and nipples. But he wasn't going to let his opportunity pass. He must have remembered what I told him about his aunt, because his next question shocked all three of us: "Do you think I could touch them? Just quick?"

She nodded slowly. "That'd be fine, if it will help you feel more at ease." He moved to sit next to her, and carefully put one hand on each breast, cupping them with his palms, fingers touching her nipples. His hands were rough and calloused, his touch nervous and tentative. She looked down and watched as he explored her body. His hands gently pressed into her soft mounds. His breathing sped up, and he seemed to filter out the rest of the world while he explored her breasts.

My wife's breathing deepened and slowed while she watched him massage her body.I knew that each light caress of her nipples sent a lightning bolt through her body. Experience told me that beneath the folds of her robe, her pussy was stirring, getting moist in response to our nephew's tentative exploration.

Suddenly, as if snapping out of a daze, she angled her body away from him and pulled her robe back over her shoulders. "I think that will do for now."

"Th..Thanks," he said quietly.

"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. You did just fine. Remember what we talked about today when you think about approaching a woman you're interested in."

Alive to the tension in the air, I picked that moment to come out and say, "how's it going, you two?" He smiled and told me he was just leaving, and went off as if nothing had happened. Not that it was any secret between my wife and I. We discussed it at length that night in bed, before, during, and after a steamy fuck in our marital bed. Lying next to her, our heart rates slowing post-orgasmically, I paid her a compliment. "You were very considerate today with our nephew. I think he learned a lot. I think he enjoyed it."

She chuckled. "That's an understatement. Anyway, I enjoyed it too. He listens well. He's gentle and kind. I don't mind being generous with someone like that."

"Women are going to go wild over him. He has no idea," I added. "I know. it's cute," said my wife, turning on her side.