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Day 4 of staying at my uncle Steve's house with my wife. His leering had been palpable from the offset, but now it seemed tinged with excitement having realised that, against all the odds, his nephew's curvacious twenty-four-year-old wife was actually flirting back with him. He must have been surprised, knowing he was generally not considered an attractive man, being a little bit shorter than her, and on the plump side - and of course, being over twice her age. But somehow for us, in our midnight scheming, that just made it dirtier - and that just made it sexier.
Today's plan was the boldest yet: she was to undress in front of him while he was blindfolded.
We had agreed that this was the day Ana and I would take a swim in Steve's pool, which was in an outbuilding in the garden. Steve had the water heating up all morning. Then at lunch I got my fake work call (actually just an alarm on my phone with a ringtone) and had to "go over to a nearby client site for a couple of hours." I drove off the grounds. I was supposed to go and while away the time in the local pub, but on a last-minute impulse I decided to park up instead, and I crept back in and concealed myself in the pool room.
Five minutes later the door opened, and Steve walked in, closely followed by Ana.
She was wearing the long forest-green dress she'd worn at lunch and carrying her bikini and towel. Steve was in his usual t-shirt and track-suit bottoms. He turned the lights up, tested the water temperature, teasingly offered to fetch her some water-wings, then prepared to leave her to it. Ana said it was a shame I wasn't there. Steve agreed, addressing each of her breasts in turn. Ana asked him if he was too busy to keep her company while she swam, and he said that actually, he wasn't.
She smiled at him. "I'll get changed then," she said.
"I'll wait outside," said Steve.
"Oh no," said Ana, "it's too cold. You can stay - as long as you don't peek."
Steve laughed. "Alright," he said. "I promise."
She gave him a sly look. "I don't believe you," she said. "You have to let me blindfold you."
"What?"
"Just to make sure," said Ana.
Steve shrugged. "Okay," he said, "but you're not tying me up as well."
"Of course not," said Ana. "What shall we use as a blindfold? Oh, I know."
Steve will, of course, have been assuming that my wife was wearing black tights; this was the moment he was to discover that she was actually wearing hold-up stockings. She kicked off her right shoe and started to hitch up her dress. Steve's eyes widened. The dress was close fitting. As it gathered around her hips she had to slide it up with the flats of her palms. She kept going until stocking-tops came into view, and with them a slither of bare flesh. Steve licked his lips. Ana pushed her right stocking down, exposing mile after mile of her lovely leg; she bunched the stocking up at her feet, then slipped it off.
"Right," she said, smoothing her dress down and stretching the stocking out again. "Turn around."
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