A number of years ago, I found myself divorced from my first wife. She had accused me of having an affair with a woman that, ironically, I didn’t even know. She had thrown me out, and in the process made me feel as though I’d done something heinously wrong, when in fact I had not. I went my way, lonely and avoiding others at all costs. I had convinced myself that I enjoyed this self imposed isolation until my niece (by marriage) Olivia stopped by to see me one day.
Olivia was 20 at the time. She is tall, about 5 foot 10,dark haired, dark eyed, slender, and very pretty. She had always been my favorite. As a young child, she’d run to me when she came to our place. She’d show me her toys, babble away at me, and generally she stole my heart. Ihadn’t seen her since my wife left me, some 5 years arlier.
I was sitting on the front porch of the old farm house I lived in. It was way out in the boondocks, all the easier to limit my contact with other people. A bright blue sporty little car came slowly up my long driveway. A tall lovely girl got out and walked toward the back porch. “Izzy?” she called (her pet name for me since childhood). “Ollie?”(my nickname for her), “Is that you?” I jumped off the porch and ran over to give her a hug.
I asked how she found me. My ex had tried to alienate me from the entire family, and I didn’t think anyone would know of my whereabouts. She told me how that she had asked about me several times over the years, and her questions were generally met by icy silence. She had started working in a branch office of the insurance agent that handles my car insurance, and had run across my address while doing some book keeping.
We talked for over an hour, catching up on each other’s lives. She told me that she had been engaged earlier in the year, and her fiance had cheated on her with a mutual friend, ending the relationship. I said the guy must be an idiot, to throw away such a beautiful girl. She asked me if I really thought she was beautiful, and I said I did. She kissed my cheek, and I gave her a big bearhug.
We talked some more, and out of the blue she said that she had always had a crush on me when she was younger. I was a bit taken aback, but also flattered. She said she still felt that way, and asked if I had similar feelings for her.
I did, but felt guilty telling my pretty niece, barely more than a teenager, that I had felt attracted towards her even before she hit puberty. I did manage to tell her, and she reached over and hugged me tightly. She then kissed me squarely on ther lips. Still holding me, she asked if I thought it would be ok for us to pursue a relationship, since we really weren’t blood related.
I told her I’d love to, but the rest of the family wouldn’t take too kindly to it, seeing as they had already turned against me. She said, “To hell with them.” and kissed me again.
Now I hadn’t so much as touched a woman since my wife left me. Here I was face to face with a sexy, lovely young girl that had a crush on me. Under ordinary circumstances I would have pondered over the issues involved at depth before doing anything. These were not ordinary circumstances, so I just reacted to her. I cupped my hand over her breast and gently started kneading it, and kissed her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it just felt so good. She smiled and proceeded to remove her shirt. I looked at her taut firm boobs and just sighed. She has fairly large puffy nipples, no tan lines, and I couldn’t resist her. I bent down and sucked first one, then the other. She sttod up and unbuttoned her cutoffs. I gently pulled her hands away and unzipped the zipper myself. I tugged them down past her hips. I slid her thong off and held her at arms length, just admiring her.
She has a light golden tan over her entire body. Her pubes are trimmed to a “landing strip” about two inches wide. Her bush is very thick, and the dark black hair surprisingly soft. Her whole body is very fit and has great muscle tone and definition. Her legs are long, hips slim, and her areolae are nearly two inches across. I stood and put one arm around her naked shoulders and reached the other hand to the area between her legs and started exploring her slit. She pulled my shirt up and off, and unfastened my jeans. I stepped back and finished stripping. We stood on the back porch and felt each other up for what seemed like forever. I then took her hand and led her into the house, to my bedroom. We kissed and I picked her up gently and laid her on the bed. She looked at me shyly and said that she was still a virgin. I told her I would be careful.
We made love several times that afternoon, including oral and anal. Ollie is a natural when it comes to pleasuring a man. She moved in with me the next weekend. A few weeks later, I asked her if she would marry me, and she said yes.
We’ve been married for six years now. I couldn’t be happier. We have sex at least once a day, even during her periods, which is something my ex would never do. She likes erotic spankings and light bondage (she is the submissive). She goes naked all the time unless we have company. She’s even getting me to enjoy not wearing anything most of the time. Neither of us want kids, so we have all our time to devote to loving each other. I had never believed that marriage or life in general could be so good. The rest of her family thinks its perverted and wrong for her to be married to a man 29 years older than her who used to be her uncle by marriage, but we couldn’t be happier.
Thanks for letting me tell my story. God bless.
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