It was a Saturday evening around 10pm and I was sitting on the sofa, watching a film on the telly. My young niece, who was staying for the weekend, wa...s asleep beside me. My wife had gone out for the evening with a friend, which was fine with me, as I loved spending time alone with my young niece and my wife was aware of this, so didn’t feel guilty about leaving us alone together.My niece had had a shower earlier and was wearing a little cotton night gown, I had also showered and was in just my. Reaching down, I jammed a finger into the wetness insideof her, while my other hand abandoned nipple for clitoris. Her breastsjiggled forcefully under the movements of my hands between her legs. Mywife was a portrait of lust in cream and coral colors, all curves andsoftness and desperate motion, straining toward the inevitable explosion ofpleasure deep within her hips. Suddenly, she came. A gasp was cut off deep in her throat, and her muscles tensed. For a longfive seconds, there was. She made a fist, and brought the bottom to the head of my cock. As she pushed down, she parted her fingers as much as she needed to get her hand around me. I grunted from the sensation of it. I needed this. After all that stimulation, I needed to blow. She commented on how long and thick I was, and how she wished that her “moral compass” would “fuck off”, because she really wanted me to give her “that most pleasurable of pain”. That's when I told her that I was a virgin, and would be honored. I, however, kept my eyes on him. “You know this was, like, the cheesiest date ever, right?” He laughed and nodded and then turned onto his side as well. “Was it that bad?” “It would’ve been, if I didn’t like cheesy.” “You like cheesy? So the whole picnic and twinkly lights and star-gazing, you’re good with that?” I nodded and he looked like he was considering this. He finally spoke. “Point for Kyle.” He said simply. I laughed and lay back down, as did he.“Why didn’t you let me kiss you?” He.