My Wife Educates Our Shy Nephew

It hadn't taken long for my forty-year-old wife's summer habit--a revealing bikini top and denim short-shorts--to draw the attention of our twenty-two-year-old nephew. What started as an innocent routine of post-college drinks on our porch had crossed a tantalizing threshold. His last visit ended with his hands cupping her tits in a brief, embarrassing, but unforgettable moment. The ice had been broken and melted to a puddle in the summer heat.

To no one's surprise, he returned the next day. His confidence growing, he no longer looked away when my wife caught him glancing at her cleavage. We shot the shit for a while, and she went back inside to refresh her drink and use the bathroom. As soon as she was out of earshot, he turned to me with a sense of urgency. Like he thought we were secret conspirators.

"So. Do you think she'd let me...uh...touch her again?" he asked.

My wife is a free spirit. Her body is her own, and I've never tried to tell her what she can or cannot do with herself. Our relationship has always been open. I told him, "You'd have to ask her. I don't have a problem with it, but it's her body. And like I told you yesterday, she's a straight shooter. She doesn't want to beat around the bush. If you want something from her, you can ask her, and she'll say yes or no."

I wanted him to ask her. I wanted it because I wanted to foster his growing confidence. But I also wanted it because I wanted to see where this would go.

His brow furrowed for a second. He was sweating in the heat. He's a big guy, well-muscled, and sweet. He's also usually shy, but over the past 24 hours I had witnessed him rapidly coming out of his shell.

"Would she let me see her naked?"

I didn't want to embarrass him, and I certainly didn't want to undermine his newfound self-confidence. What I did want was to know the answer to that question. I inhaled deeply before I responded.

"I don't know. Like I say, that's up to her. One thing I can tell you is that it's plenty awkward for anyone to just undress on a porch. Maybe if she takes a cold bath in a bit, you could ask to join her," I said. "She might say no, but I'll bet she won't."

We have a huge copper tub which easily fits two adults. My wife loves taking a cold bath in the afternoon, and loves company (usually me) while she bathes. Since I hate cold baths and had other stuff to do around the house, I reckoned this could solve a few problems at once.

My wife came back out to the porch a moment later, a ribbon of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. We chatted a while longer, sweat beading on all of us, when she announced she was headed to the bath. I exchanged a quick glance with our nephew, who then began his question: "Would it be okay if..." but he trailed off. "If what?" she asked. He looked down. Sensing his faltering confidence, she finished the question for him: "...if you joined me in the bath to cool down?"

She glanced over at me. I shrugged, as if to say, "Your call." She looked back at him. "Sure, come on in, I'll get it started." She stood up and walked indoors, hips swaying in her short-shorts. I stood up and motioned a quick "Let's go," at our nephew.

I heard the sound of the water hitting copper before I got to the bathroom door. My wife had already taken off her shorts, revealing a black thong. I walked into the bathroom and leaned against the vanity. My nephew stood at the door, drinking in the sight of my wife's ass as she bent over the tub, fiddling with the faucet on the far side, her tits jiggling in her bikini top.

She stood up straight and, facing away from him, slid the bikini top over her head, and wriggled out of her thong. She looked over her shoulder at my nephew, still at the door. She invited him into the room with a flick of her head. He took a step inside.

"Aren't you going to undress?" She asked.

He glanced at me. "With him here?"

"Look, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. How about I come back in five with fresh drinks?" I offered, hoping to put him at ease. I'm not sure if my expression betrayed me, but I was disappointed to miss the lesson, even though I knew my wife's "curriculum" like the back of my hand.

I shut the door behind me, but couldn't resist putting my ear up against it. I heard his clothes rumple to the ground with a soft thud, and the sounds of them getting into the tub. Someone shut off the faucet. Then mostly silence for a little while, just the soft ripple of bodies moving slightly in water.

In another exhibition of his budding confidence, he broke the ice first.

"Your body is beautiful" our nephew told my wife. "Thank you for showing me."

"Thank you. But remember what I said about not focusing on a woman's appearance. Try and learn more about my...her interests," she gently chided.

"I'll remember!" he promised. His voice dropped a fraction, the hesitation melting away. "But could I... take a closer look at you?" He said this like he knew he'd get the answer he wanted.

"At my tits?" she asked, bluntly.

"Yeah, those too, but what I meant was at your...you know."

"You mean my pussy...my vagina?" she corrected herself. I got the sense that she did not want to come off as vulgar or obscene. She also clearly did not want our nephew to feel like his request was unwelcome. "Well, yeah," he responded.

I could hear droplets drumming on the surface of the water as someone stood up in the tub. My nephew inhaled sharply.

After a few moments, I heard him say a slow, awestruck "Wow."

I couldn't see, but I pictured my wife standing next to our nephew, still seated in the bath, her hands pulling back her shaved labia to reveal her warm, pink womanhood to his fascinated gaze.

"Could you turn around?" I heard him ask. "So I could see it from the back?"

Her response was unspoken, but I heard the water ripple again, and the dull pat of what must have been my wife placing her hand on the side of the tub to support herself. I visualized her bent forward, her ass bent towards his attentive eyes.

I wondered whether her other hand had made its way between her legs, spreading her lips while he stared down the barrel of her sex, water dripping from her body.

A minute or so later, she matter-of-factly said "Did you get a good look? Was it what you expected?"

I heard her sit back down in the tub. Quietly, he said "Thank you. That was...incredible."

I snuck off to get some drinks, and knocked when I returned.

"Come in," my wife said. I did, and had to hold back a chuckle at what greeted me. Our nephew had his head resting on my wife's left breast, and was cuddling her from the side, with his large, strong body curled around her torso and outstretched legs. He splayed the fingers of his left hand on her soft belly.

"I brought drinks" I said, putting them down where they could reach them. "How's the water?"

"Cold and perfect," she said. He agreed with an affirmative hum. His eyes were closed. Out of interest I wanted to catch a glimpse at our nephew's unit, but it was hidden from view. What I could tell is that it was somewhere nestled against her left leg. By now my wife would have a pretty fair idea of what it felt like.

I leaned up against the vanity again, sensing that my presence was no longer unwelcome.

Undeterred by my presence, our nephew seized another opportunity.

"Could you tell me what it feels like? Your vagina?" She paused.

"Well, it's warm, it's soft, it's...it's hard to explain." She looked at me. A jolt of arousal ran through my body. Trying to play it cool, I shrugged -- "Your call." His eyes opened as she gently picked up his left hand from her belly, and taking him by the wrist, placed his hand on her entrance. His palm rested on the trimmed triangle of hair above her lips, and his fingers lightly whispered at her slick, damp folds.

My wife shot me a quick glance, a thrilling glint in her eyes. I didn't notice it then, but I had the edge of the counter in a death grip as he touched her, my body tense with anticipation.

"It's cold!" he exclaimed, snapping all three of us out of a trance.

Our nephew turned bright red. "I mean, I expected it would be warm! I'm sorry...I..."

"We're in a cold bath," she explained mildly. She pulled his wrist away from her body and moved to sit up. He sat up too.

Thinking he had offended her, he began to apologize. "No, that's not what I..." She cut him off. "It's fine. You haven't hurt my feelings. And you haven't done anything wrong. I just wanted you to know that this isn't what you would normally expect. Usually a woman's body is warm, warmer than you'd think."

She and I both apparently felt the need to ease the tension before our nephew's embarrassment blossomed into full-blown humiliation. I opened my mouth to offer some soothing words, but my wife beat me to the punch with something much more effective.

"Why don't we go head out to the porch? We haven't kissed yet. Is that something you'd like to try?" My wife stood up as she spoke, and I handed her a towel.

"Yes, of course I would," he quickly replied, eager but seemingly nervous.

My wife stepped out of the bath, giving him a warm smile as he sat in the water, looking up at her. He watched her body intently as she dried herself off and slipped into her bathrobe. I gave him a smile and a nod and followed her out of the bathroom.

She perched in the middle of the porch couch, side-sitting on her right hip with her legs bent beneath her to her left. Our nephew came outside a few moments later, fully dressed. She patted the seat cushion to her right, inviting him to join her. I leaned up against the porch railing, watching intently.

"I'm not sure how to start," he offered.

"Like this." Putting her left hand on his right hip, she leaned in and slowly swept her closed lips against his, her eyes closed. He closed his eyes as well, immersing himself in the experience.

She traced her lips softly against his mouth, before pulling him into a kiss, which lasted for seconds which felt like hours. She pulled back for a moment, smiling broadly. They opened their eyes, which were now locked in a sort of ethereal kiss of their own. She said, softly but assuringly, "You're incredible at this already." He opened his mouth as if to respond, but her lips met his again, her tongue now gently introducing itself to his.

Without breaking their exchange, her right hand deftly pulled her robe open, exposing her soft breasts. They swayed gracefully with the light movements of her body, which was angled towards our nephew's. He hadn't noticed them yet, his eyes still closed. Hers too.

I marvelled at her precision, the deliberateness of her movements, as she grabbed his left forearm and brought his hand to her breast. He grunted with pleasure as he weighed her supple softness in his palm.

Not finished yet, my wife brought our nephew's right hand to her face, placing it gently on her left cheek. It then went to his taut chest, feeling out its unyielding strength. Her left hand had already worked its way into his groin, where she gently rubbed his bulge through his pants.

Their kisses went unbroken for minutes at a time, their tongues now firmly on a first-name basis. I could hear them breathing through their noses, deep and urgent. I knew my wife's pussy would be wet and throbbing from this attention, our nephew's fingers on her nipple sending thunder claps of pleasure into her clitoris.

She pulled away from him, her left hand trailing away from his groin, her right still on his chest. "We've done enough for tonight. You're an excellent kisser," she told him, grinning and coy.

"That was fun," he said.

"No shit," I joked, shooting him a good-natured wink.

While the "fun" he was referring to was probably just his own, my "no shit" response was on all three of our behalves (four if you count my fully-engorged dick).

We shot the shit for a few minutes after my wife pulled her robe closed, my nephew's hand on her thigh. We said a polite goodnight and he left, with an invitation to return.