My Wife and My Uncles Pt. 3

Two days after our wedding, I received a call from my dad, "Alan, you and Winnie should come spend time with the family."

With our long-distance relatives still in town, he organized a trip to our nearby beach, a two-hour drive from our home in Texas. The wedding had left us little time to breathe, let alone connect with extended family. A beach day sounded perfect as a chance to catch up with them and to soak in some sun.

The next morning, we met up with my family late after dawn. My dad had rented two large passenger vans to haul everyone around. The men piled into one van, while Winnie hopped into the other with the women and children. My dad took the wheel of our van, while I squeezed into the back row beside Uncle Don from Canada, an uncle by marriage. The rest of the crew was a rowdy mix, three local uncles, my dad's two cousins from California, and Uncle Long from Australia, who Winnie had spent some time with on a previous trip.

Vietnamese men, especially elders, turn into a different breed when they get together. The van filled with their crude banter and dirty jokes as they swapped stories about women. I tried to stay out of it, but they wanted to include me in their fun.

"Alan oi, you're one of us now!" Uncle Don bellowed, his English thick with a playful edge.

"Your wife so pretty, eh? How you get her to marry you?" His grin was all teeth, a teasing jab at my average looks compared to Winnie's exotic beauty.

I shrugged, a shy smile tugging at my lips, and launched into the story of how we met as high school sweethearts.

My dad's cousin, a hefty guy with a big belly spilling over his belt, leaned in. "So, what, you only been with her and no one else?" His eyebrows shot up, incredulous.

"Yeah..." I mumbled sheepishly.

Uncle Don clapped me on the shoulder. "It's fine, man! Fucking a girl like Winnie is more than enough!"

The van erupted in chuckles. Uncle Don, known as the family pervert, wasn't done. "She good in the bedroom, right? C'mon, tell us!"

"That's private, Uncle," I said, my voice firm but wavering. My dad's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching mine for a split second as a silent warning.

Uncle Don pressed on, undeterred. "Oh, come on! I hear she wild! You sure you can handle a woman like that?"

His tone was all mischief, and I wondered what gossip my other uncles had fed him. Winnie's playful side wasn't exactly a secret among family, but I wasn't about to fuel his fire. I let the question hang, unanswered.

When we finally rolled up to the beach, the breeze hit me like a wave of relief. Everyone spilled out, lugging coolers and bags, while Winnie tugged me aside.

"I need to change," she whispered quietly.

I nodded, suggesting she use the van once it emptied out. Alone at last, she dug into her bag and pulled out a bikini, the one I'd bought for our upcoming honeymoon to Jamaica. An aqua Malibu Strings micro-bikini, all skimpy triangles and a thong bottom that left little to the imagination. My stomach dropped.

"Did you bring anything else?" I asked nervously.

She tilted her head, lips tight, "Nope! This is all I packed."

Her tone was light, clueless, like she didn't see the problem. Winnie had this naive streak and always had, but I figured she'd at least packed something modest for a family outing. She slipped it on, the thin fabric clinging to her curves, the thong exposing the smooth cheeks of her backside. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and something else I didn't want to say.

We stepped out of the van, and heads turned our way. A pickup truck rumbled by, and the guys in the back let out sharp whistles, their eyes glued to Winnie. My family was already sprawled across the sand, and when we joined them, there was only akward silence. The women froze mid-conversation while the men just stared, jaws slack, as Winnie sauntered over in her barely-there bikini. She giggled, oblivious, and skipped off to join the aunties and children splashing in the waves, leaving me with the uncles and their beers.

I plopped down beside my dad, cracking open a can as tension simmered. He leaned in, his voice low and edged with unease. "Alan, why you let her wear that?"

His face tensed, lines sharpening across his brow. He wasn't thrilled about his new daughter-in-law parading around like that, especially not in front of our traditional Vietnamese family. Before I could answer, the uncles pounced.

"She looks naked!" one barked, his eyes wide.

Another chimed in, "Just like them girls in Playboy!"

Uncle Long tried to smooth it over. "It's fine, mate. That's what they all wear in Australia."

But Uncle Don was by far the worst, "For a skinny girl, she got big tits!" he hollered loudly.

The men snickered, my dad shifting uncomfortably beside me.

Uncle Don wasn't done. "She double D, eh?"

I shouldn't have answered, but I did, voice barely audible. "Yeah, D cup."

He grinned, mangling his next line. "Good enough for tidididy fuck!" fumbling his words in English.

I corrected him without thinking, "You mean titty fuck," earning a roar of laughter.

Then Winnie came back, dripping from the ocean, and the mood shifted again. The water had turned her bikini sheer, the dark circles of her nipples peeking through like a secret unveiled. She stood there, toweling off, bending innocently, or so I thought, giving the uncles an eyeful. My dad's frown deepened, but Winnie just plopped down beside us, grabbing a beer. She was fluent in Vietnamese, unlike my broken attempts, and the men lit up, chatting with her.

Uncle Don, predictably, went there again. "Why you wear so sexy, eh? Don't mind us uncles looking?"

Winnie batted her lashes, her voice a teasing melody. "You can look, but you can't touch!"

The men hooted, delighted by her sassiness.

Another uncle grinned. "Only Alan can touch, right?"

She didn't answer, but just flashed a cheeky smirk that made my pulse quicken.

But Uncle Don pushed further. "Why your boobs look like they full of milk?"

The question was so absurd, but got everyone's eyes zeroed in on her chest.

Winnie giggled playfully. "No milk yet, Uncle. Or they'd be even bigger."

Her tone was almost daring, and the men guffawed, until the aunties returned, cutting their interrogation short. She hopped up to help with lunch, her thong covered backside swaying as she went, the uncles' gazes trailing nonstop.

After we ate, I dragged Winnie down the beach for a talk.

"Sorry about my uncles. They're saying crazy stuff," I said, expecting her to be mortified.

Instead, she laughed, "They're just a bunch of old perverts!"

Then she leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you think I turned them on?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah..."

Her lips curved into a naughty grin. "Even your dad?"

I nodded, stunned, noticing how her nipples pressed against her top. The beer, the heat, the flirting had her buzzing.

The rest of the afternoon stretched out with us sprawled on the sand, sipping cold beers from the cooler, and wading in the ocean waves. Winnie darted around, kicking up water with the kids, her laughter ringing over the crash of the surf. But I couldn't relax. I kept catching the uncles sneaking sideways glances at her, their heads dipping close as they muttered in low, gruff Vietnamese. Their eyes flicked between her splashing figure and me, lips twitching with smirks or hushed words I couldn't make out, leaving me antsy, wondering what dirty jokes or secrets they were trading now.

When it was time to go, I hustled Winnie back to the van so she could change. But the door was locked, and before I could flag down my dad, the men caught up to us. My dad unlocked it, helping Winnie climb in with his eyes lingering as her thong flashed her bare butt cheeks. She bent over to duck inside, and the angle revealed a hint of her camel toe. I glanced back to see the uncles gawking shamelessly.

They piled in after her as I stammered, "She needs to change!"

Uncle Don smirked. "We don't mind if she strips!"

The uncles cheered, "She can ride with us!" while Winnie chirped, "Yeah, it's too crowded over there with the kids!"

My dad, tipsy from the beers, handed me the keys. "You drive. We've had too much to drink."

Reluctantly, I slid behind the wheel while my dad sat next to me. I adjusted the rearview mirror, not for the road, but to keep an eye on Winnie, sandwiched between Uncle Don and Uncle Long in her skimpy bikini.

As we peeled out, the men, loosened by booze, unleashed their filthiest jokes. Winnie, a little buzzed herself, didn't shrink back, matching them with her fluent Vietnamese and a bit of flirting.

An uncle, his voice thick and sloppy from too many beers, leaned toward Winnie, his bleary eyes glinting with mischief. "Winnie oi, when you gonna make your Ba a grandpa?"

The question dripped with innuendo as the van rocked along the coastal highway. Winnie bit her lower lip, letting the moment hang just long enough to make the men squirm.

Then, with a slow, deliberate smile, she purred in flawless Vietnamese, "Oh, Uncle, we're working the late-night shifts, you know, every chance we get."

Her voice was all teasing, and she punctuated it with a sly wink at me through the rearview mirror. My grip tightened on the wheel as the uncles erupted in hoots and whistles, their drunk enthusiasm bouncing off the van's walls.

Another uncle leaned in, his breath reeking of alcohol as he slurred, "Every chance? How often is that?" His words stumbled out, crude, but Winnie didn't flinch.

"Every night, Uncle," she shot back, her tone dripping with mock innocence. "Sometimes twice if Alan's feeling up to it."

She flicked her eyes toward me again, her smirk downright wicked now, and the men roared, slapping their knees and each other's backs like they'd hit the jackpot.

Uncle Don, sprawled beside her with his arm brushing hers, grinning. He'd finally nailed his line after butchering it earlier. "So you do the titty fuck too, Con?"

His voice was loud, brash, cutting through the chaos. The other uncles froze, waiting, their buzzed gazes darting between Winnie's face and her chest. She didn't miss a beat. Leaning toward him, she let her voice drop to a sultry whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I mean, these aren't just for show, right Uncle?"

She ran a finger slowly along her cleavage, tracing the soft curves of her flesh. Then, with a giggle, she gave her shoulders a little shimmy, making her breasts bounce just enough to send the men into a frenzy of low whistles and muttered curses.

My dad shifted beside me, his jaw clenching, but even he couldn't hide the faint flush creeping up his neck.

Uncle Long leaned in, his voice low and deliberate, a look in his eye that wasn't just playful. "Do you know how to blow the trumpet, Winnie?"

Even with my shaky Vietnamese, his slang was unmistakable for a blowjob. But there was intention behind the question. Something loaded, like he already knew the answer. The van went quiet for a split second, the men all holding their breath.

Winnie turned to him, her expression shifting to a mock scowl, like a schoolgirl caught being naughty. "Uncle Long!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as if scandalized.

But the act didn't last. Her lips curled into a devilish grin. "You mean like this, Uncle?" she fired back, her tone daring him to push further.

She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, puckering her lips, and pumped her fist in front of her mouth in a slow, exaggerated motion. The gesture was unmistakable, filthy, and she didn't stop there. She added a little moan, soft, teasing, barely audible over the engine, then flicked her tongue out, swirling it in the air like she was savoring something delicious.

The van exploded. "Oh shit!" "Fuck!" "That's wild!" The uncles howled, some spilling beer in their laps, others clapping like they'd just seen a fireworks show.

Uncle Don reached over and gave her a playful nudge, his hand lingering a second too long on her bare shoulder. "You're killing us, girl!" he crowed, his eyes glued to her chest as she sat back, crossing her legs with a smug little smile.

But she wasn't done playing. Ignoring their pleas for mercy, she turned to Uncle Long again, her tone dripping with sass. "And I'm very good at it," giving him a wink.

The men cheered again, one yelling, "Show us again, Winnie!"

She obliged, repeating the gesture, this time ending with a slow lick of her lips that had Uncle Don groaning like he'd been punched.

"Alan, you lucky motherfucker!" Uncle Don bellowed, raising his beer at me in a sloppy toast.

Another uncle, a wiry guy with missing teeth, sighed dramatically. "My wife never did that, not once in forty years!"

The others nodded, commiserating, but Uncle Don wasn't letting it die. He blurted out. "Maybe you can borrow her, eh?"

Winnie's laugh rang out, high and sharp, but when I caught her in the mirror, her smile was nervous, edged with something bolder, something that made my stomach twist.

My dad finally broke his silence, his voice gruff and clipped. "Enough! Let's stop teasing my daughter-in-law."

His tone was firm, but his eyes stayed on the road, avoiding the chaos in the back. He wasn't thrilled with Winnie's antics, that much was clear, his traditional Vietnamese sensibilities clashing with her brazen flirting.

Uncle Don waved him off, undeterred. "Wait, wait, we gotta settle bet!" He grinned, leaning closer to Winnie.

"What bet?" I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.

My dad shot Don a look, a quick shake of his head, a warning, but Don ignored it, his eyes locked on Winnie. "Are your tits real? We've been wondering about them all day!"

The question was absurd, crude, and yet it wasn't surprising coming from him. The other uncles perked up, their drunken curiosity piqued, all pretense of subtlety gone.

Winnie gasped, crossing her chest with both arms, but the move was pure theater.

"Uncle Don!" she exclaimed, feigning shock, but her eyes danced with delight.

She let the tension build, then dropped her arms while pushing her chest forward. "Okay, fine, I'll tell you. They're not real. I got 'em done for the wedding."

She giggled, smiling proudly while the men's jaws dropped, their stares turning ravenous.

"They soft or hard?" a cousin piped up, his voice slurring as he squinted at her.

"Soft... very soft," she purred, cupping her breasts through the bikini and giving them a little squeeze.

The fabric stretched under her touch, outlining every curve, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the thin material.

Uncle Don seized the moment. "Can we get a feel?" His hand twitched like he might actually try to.

"No, Don!" my dad barked, his patience finally snapping.

But Don pivoted, slick as ever. "Okay, okay, just a look, then! C'mon, Winnie, we know you not shy!"

I twisted in my seat, desperate for my dad to back me up, but he stayed silent this time, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Hey, that's my wife!" I protested, my voice cracking.

Don shrugged all innocence. "Alan, we all family here. Right?"

The uncles nodded eagerly, egging her on, "Just a quick flash, Winnie. Like those girls gone wild on TV!"

She hesitated, biting her lip again, but that nervous grin crept back, bolder now, fueled by the beer and their relentless attention.

"Just a quick flash, okay? Don't tell the aunties!" she teased in a sultry way.

She stood up in the swaying van, steadying herself with one hand on the seatback, her upper body on full display. The men grinned like wolves, and even my dad turned his head slightly, his reluctance warring with curiosity.

With a flourish, she reached behind her back, tugging the bikini strings loose. The top slipped down, hanging precariously over her nipples for a tantalizing second. She cupped her breasts with both hands, holding the fabric in place, then slowly, deliberately lifted her hands up, carrying the top with her. Her breasts fell bouncing free, revealing her dark nipples, glistening faintly from the ocean water still clinging to her skin. She stood there, chest thrust out, a wicked gleam in her eyes as the uncles gasped and swore in a mix of Vietnamese and English.

"Fuck... beautiful!" "Those nipples, perfect for a baby to suck on!" "She can star in film heo!"

The praise rained down, crude and fervent, and Winnie soaked it in, her grin widening. She swayed her hips a little, letting her breasts jiggle for effect, then covered up with a theatrical sigh.

"Happy now?" she chirped, plopping back into her seat as the men cheered and toasted her boldness.

My dad's shoulders slumped, his discomfort plain, but Winnie was in her element, no longer naive, but just a teasing, naughty vixen reveling in the chaos she'd unleashed.

The van buzzed like a beehive after Winnie's little show, her bikini top hastily re-tied but still crooked, one string dangling loose over her shoulder. The uncles, red-faced and buzzing from the beer, couldn't stop gawking, their voices overlapping in a slurry of Vietnamese praise and English expletives.

"Fuck" "Too hot, Winnie!" "You're trouble, little girl!"

She just giggled, crossing her legs and sipping her beer, the picture of coy satisfaction. Her dark eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror, a spark of defiance in them, like she knew she'd crossed a line and loved it.

Uncle Don, still riding high from her topless flash, cracked open the cooler and fished out a cucumber left over from lunch. He held it up like a trophy, its long hefty girth resembled something far less innocent.

"Look what I have here!" he crowed, waving it in Winnie's direction.

"Troi oi!" The uncles perked up, sensing more mischief, and my stomach sank as I could see where this was headed.

He leaned toward her, his smirk wide and leering. "This about your husband's size, eh?"

His tone was all challenge, egging her on, and the others leaned in, their drunk anticipation thick as the humid air.

"Alan's only half of that!" Winnie exclaimed, bursting into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth like a schoolgirl caught swearing.

The van detonated with laughter. Uncle Long nearly choked on his beer, slapping his thigh. "We used to call him Cu (little boy), but it should have been Cu Nho (little dick boy)!"

The nickname stung, their chuckles burning my ears as I kept my eyes on the road, face hot with humiliation.

Undeterred, Uncle Don thrust the cucumber into her hands. "Go on, show us how you blow that trumpet, baby girl!"

His demand was crude, shameless, and the others joined in, chanting, "Yeah, blow it! Blow it! Blow it!"

My dad shifted beside me, his knuckles whitening on the armrest, but he didn't intervene.

Winnie twirled the vegetable in the air, her lips pursing into a pout as she pretended to consider it.

"Oh, I don't know..." she teased, drawing out the suspense.

But the beer had her loose, bold, and she wasn't backing down. With a wicked grin, she brought the tip to her lips, brushing it lightly at first, her tongue darting out to flick the end in a slow, deliberate tease. The men went silent, mesmerized, as she swirled her tongue around it, mimicking the way she'd drive me wild in private. Then, with a little hum of pleasure, she slid it into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth, her cheeks hollowing out like she was savoring every inch.

"Fuck!" Uncle Don breathed, his eyes bulging.

She didn't stop, pushing it deeper, her lips stretching around it until half the damn thing disappeared. Her tongue moved inside her mouth, visible through the bulge in her cheek, and when she finally pulled it out with a wet gasp, a string of saliva clung to the tip, glistening obscenely.

They all stared, jaws hanging, cocks twitching in their shorts.

"You're insane, Winnie!" Uncle Don groaned, half-laughing, half-tortured. "Why you gotta do us uncles like that?"

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, all faux innocence. "I only do it for my husband," she said sweetly, locking eyes with me in the mirror.

Her voice was a purr, but her hard nipples poking through her bikini top betrayed how much she was enjoying it. My pulse raced, part fury, part something darker I didn't want to admit.

We were on the outskirts of town now, the lights of home flickering in the distance, but Uncle Don wasn't ready to let the party die. "C'mon, Winnie, let's have some fun. Dance for us!" he urged, his voice slurring with excitement.

The others chimed in, banging their cans on the seats. "Yeah, dance, dance!"

Winnie didn't hesitate this time. "Okay, okay!" she chirped, popping up from her seat with a sway that made her thong ride higher on her hips.

One of my dad's cousins hollered, "Turn up the music!"

I wasn't about to add more fuel to the fire, but then out of nowhere, his other cousin lunged from the seat behind, bringing the speakers blared to life. It was enough to set Winnie off, her hips already swaying like she'd been waiting for it. Through the rearview, I watched her grip the seat in front of her, bending forward slightly so her ass jutted out, the thong disappearing between her cheeks. She rocked her hips side to side, slow at first, then faster, her movements fluid and provocative, like a dancer in a club, not a family van. The two uncles sitting next to her got an eyeful, their low whistles mixing with the music. Then, in a flash, Uncle Don reached up and yanked the strings on her bikini top. It fell forward, exposing her tits again, and she gasped, clutching it to her chest.

"Take it off!" Don shouted, grinning like a madman. "Let's party!"

For a heartbeat, she froze, then let go. The top dropped to the floor, and she was topless again, dancing with abandon. Her full breasts bounced with every shimmy, dark nipples swaying in rhythm, and she threw her head back, laughing as the men cheered.

"Shake it, girl!" "So sexy!"

She turned it up, rolling her hips and running her hands up her sides, cupping her breasts briefly before letting them drop, a slutty little show that had the uncles in a trance.

Uncle Don grabbed her waist and tugged her down, pulling her on top of him.

She yelped, giving him a playful slap on the chest, "Naughty Uncle!" but didn't pull away.

Instead, she sat on his lap, grinding her hips in a slow circle, her bare skin brushing against the hard knob poking at his shorts. The men hummed, a collective sound of shock and thrill while I strained to see through the mirror. The seat blocked my view, but their reactions, wide eyes, slack jaws, told me everything. Don's hands were somewhere they shouldn't be, and she wasn't stopping him.

"Eyes on the road!" my dad snapped, his voice cutting through as I swerved into the next lane.

Horns blared outside, yanking me back to reality. Winnie slid off Don's lap, giggling breathlessly, and settled back into her seat, tying her top on haphazardly. One triangle sat askew, revealing her areola, and the uncles watched her adjust it with unabashed stares.

We pulled into the driveway as the women's van lagged behind, still a few minutes out. Winnie hopped out, her top loose and her thong skewed, and the men piled out after her, buzzing like teenagers. Hoping the aunties wouldn't catch her like that, I ushered her toward our car, but not before she had to say her goodbyes as Vietnamese etiquette demanded it.

She started with my dad, leaning in for her usual hug. Her near-naked body pressed against him, her breasts squeezed against his chest, and I saw his hands hesitate before settling stiffly on her back.

"Goodnight, Ba," she murmured, her voice soft and respectful, but her closeness felt anything but.

He nodded curtly, stepping back fast, his face a mask of unease as he wasn't used to this side of her, this bold, shameless flirt who'd turned his family van into a stripclub.

The uncles lined up, eager for their turn. She pressed herself into each one, her bikini top slipping slightly with every embrace, offering flashes of skin that made them grin like fools.

"Night, Uncle Long!" "See you, Uncle!"

Each hug lingered a beat too long, their hands brushing her bare waist or hips, and she let them, her giggles egging them on.

Then came Uncle Don. He didn't settle for a quick one. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest, and with a sly grin, slid his hands down her back. Before I could blink, he grabbed her ass, both cheeks bare and squeezing hard. She gasped, but instead of shoving him off, she arched a brow and smirked, giving him a look that said, 'I dare you to try that again'. With a laugh, he freed her, his hand landing a loud slap on her ass that pierced through the quiet suburban neighborhood.

We climbed into our car and peeled out just as the women's van rolled in, their headlights catching us in a fleeting glare.

Winnie sank into the passenger seat, fanning herself with a hand, her skin flushed from the beer and the chaos.

"Your uncles are wild," she said, laughing, her voice husky. "Did I go too far?"

I glanced at her, thong crooked, top barely hanging on, nipples still hard against the fabric, and managed a tight, "Maybe."

She just grinned, leaning over to kiss my cheek, her lips hot and tongue teasing, leaving a trace of saliva and mischief.

The next morning, my phone buzzed with my dad's name lighting up the screen.

I answered, already tense. "Hello, Ba."

"You and Winnie alright?" His voice came through low and rough, like he'd been awake all night replaying what happened yesterday. The edge in his tone told me the beach trip was still gnawing at him.

"We're fine," I said, my throat tight. "What was that bet about?" I asked curiously.

He let out a long, slow sigh, heavy with something more than just tiredness. "You remembered what she said, 'you can look, but you can't touch.' That damn Don pushed it too far."

His words carried a bite of annoyance, but there was a pause, a hungry little hitch that made my skin crawl.

I shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry Ba. I should have stopped her. She just had too much to drink and it got out of control."

My dad didn't respond right away. His breathing filled the silence, slow and deep, like he was back in that van, watching her.

"She's a pretty girl," he said finally, his voice dropping to a gritty murmur. "So young, but yet so bold. The way she danced, swaying her hips, and then... that cucumber. The way she sucked it, licking it all wet, taking it deep in her mouth, I couldn't peel my eyes off her. She do that for you at home, son?"

His question hung there, thick with curiosity, a mix of awe and something he was trying to bury.

I hesitated, then let it slip. "Yeah, Ba. She loves sucking cock... can't get enough of it." My voice quavered as I said it.

He chuckled, "Really? Wow!"

His tone shifted, fascination taking over, like a man stumbling onto something he shouldn't want to know. "She's wild, huh? What else she do for you at home? I bet she has more up her sleeve. That body and those tits." He stopped himself, coughing slightly, but the questions lingered, his voice rough with a hunger he couldn't quite hide.

"Ba, I'll talk to her," I muttered, trying to steer us back, my stomach knotting up.

"Yeah, you better have a talk," he said, snapping back a bit. "Keep her in line, and don't let the aunties find out or they'll cut off our heads." He paused, then added, almost under his breath, "But damn son, you got something there with that wife of yours..." His voice trailed off, a confession he didn't mean to let out fully.

He hung up quickly, leaving me holding the phone, his words buzzing like static. Winnie's giggles, the uncles' cheers, and now my dad, his gruff advice tangled with a raw, creeping curiosity about her, that cucumber moment lodged in his thoughts. It hit me hard. Her wild streak had reeled us all in, even him, and he was caught between shutting it down and wanting more.