Short and intense, I hope. Adele and Simon are on a visit to Australia. Adele fancies her nephew, and Jacob seems to like his aunt's big boobs.
As usual in my most recent submissions, there may be typos and errors in the text. I hope any errors herein don't detract from any enjoyment of the scene. I've also disabled scoring and comments because this is supposed to be fun and I'm weary of the trolling wankers out there who think they're entitled to a voice. Fuck off, youz cunts.
Anyway, for everyone else, here 'tis. Thanks for reading.
GA - Cambridgeshire, UK - 10 April 2021
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I looked at Adele across the space between the loungers. We were next to the pool, the Australian sun savage above the shade umbrella. It was so hot it felt like the air around us was capable of ignition. I swear it was searing my lungs.
"He keeps looking," I said.
My wife turned her head, eyes masked behind sunglasses. She asked: "Who? Jacob?"
I nodded, eyes moving over Adele's ripe, voluptuous curves, attention settling on her breasts. She was in a bikini, a skimpy two-piece I judged to be at least a size too small. My cock thickened and grew as I said: "Yeah, Jacob ... I reckon you should go topless."
Adele didn't move for a couple of seconds. Then she shifted onto her side, weight on one hip and an elbow, tit-flesh jiggling.
"He's my nephew," she said. "Uhm, my sister's son..."
She said it like I didn't already know, not sarcastic exactly, but with a hint of disdain in her tone.
"You don't know him at all," I said. "You've met him what...? Twice in nineteen years?"
Adele shoved her sunglasses into her hair, a blonde bob she had caught up in a short ponytail against the heat.
I grinned when she said: "Oh, so that makes all the difference?"
"It's just tits," I said. Go on, I dare you. Nobody else is here. It's just us and him."
We were a week into a month-long visit to New South Wales. One of Adele's nieces was getting married, Jacob's oldest sister, the trip a combination of attending the wedding, a family visit, and a chance to see some sights. That afternoon we were next to the pool at Adele's sister's place. The family were at work: dele's sister, her husband, and the two girls -- which meant Jacob was at home, a strapping lad who seemed to have an eye on my wife's boobs. Not that I blamed him. Adele's breasts are quite spectacular, at least in my biased opinion. She's a stunner to look at: blonde, busty, fit and lithe from a vigorous gym routine. An absolute goddess at fifty-two, aesthetically pleasing enough that a youngster like Jacob kept on hovering around, sunglasses over his eyes, no doubt a deliberate yet very obvious ploy so he could perv at Adele.
"Steve, no," Adele put in. "I mean, I couldn't..."
The way she said the last told me she wasn't exactly against the idea. Experience had taught me she gentle persuasion might work, especially since she was halfway down a bottle of chilled white wine.
"You could. Imagine seeing his face if he came out and saw the girls."
Adele giggled, the sound girlish as she then held her lower lip between her teeth, her expression a sign she was coming around to the suggestion.
"It'd be cruel," Adele said as she glanced to the house.
"He'll wank over it for a month," I said.
Adele sighed and looked at me. "Fuck, you really think I should?"
Arousal squeezed my guts. It was a turn-on for me to see my beautiful wife showing off to other men.
"Yeah, go on," I urged as my cock thickened and grew.
"God, I don't know why..." Adele started as she sat up.
"Yes," I sighed when her big tits swung free.
"God, where is he?"
