Anyway, we were sharing pillow talk Thursday night (May 17th, 2012) and she came out and admitted that she had been thinking about trying to explore t...e idea of cuckolding me again. Everytime we make love, I talk about it in the middle of her orgasm and she explodes. So, I suggested we go out to our favorite nightclub that we only go to when we are on our "risky" adventures. We entered "The Club" in downtown Greensboro, North Carolina (near where we live) on Friday night around 10:30. There. My niece gets up on her knees and starts to kiss my cock. She laps our juices up and seams to actually like the taste of herself. I see that she is rubbing her clit with one hand as she grabs the base of my penis with the other. She opens her mouth and inserts my limp meat into her mouth. She sucks as hard as she can. She wants me to have another erection. My body obliged. Soon I started to feel the blood race to my cock. I started to swell and lust her touch. I wanted more. I wanted. ”“It was special for me because I felt we were communicating, physically. I hadn’t felt that sort of a connection with anyone else, either.”“I felt that, too.” She traced his lips with her finger. “No. I don’t have any regrets.” Jeff coaxed her against him and she smoothed her fingers across his chest. “I have doubts, though.”“What sort?”“That I can satisfy you ... long term ... physically. You seem more adventuresome than I am. You were doing oral on me. I still need to work up to performing. Never have I met another more devoted couple. Whenever she talked about Bob, even at age 80, she had this endearing smile that gave you a warm feeling wishing she was talking about you. And, even after all this time, he still held the door for her, buttoned her sweater, and called her Sweets. This, my Valentine’s Day story, is a brief glimpse of their story of love and commitment. I hope that in sharing this story with you, that it will open your eyes to the plight of others who are in.