I was orphaned at age 11 and thereafter raised by Uncle Frank (my Mom's brother) and Aunt Viona, whom everyone called Vi. They were pretty awesome and gave me quite a bit of independence yet expected a lot from me. Uncle Frank had been an Air Force PJ, a Para Rescueman but his knees had gone out. He served locally as a Chief on the small town fire department. Aunt Vi was loud, boisterous and fun. She was much younger than Uncle Frank at only 39 at the time of this story. She stood 5'7" and weighed around 150. She possessed an amazing voluptuous figure that of course I fantasized about as I masturbated. She had been Mom's best friend and when Uncle Frank came home on leave, he fell in love with her.
Now I'm 20 and working part time and going to school at the nearby community college. I came home after a long overnight shift at work and found neither of them up and in the kitchen as usual. I went to their room and knocked. I heard muffled cries and became alarmed. The door was locked and I had to kick it open. Wow, what an eyeful.
Uncle Frank was on the floor and Aunt Vi in bed or actually tied to the bed. I first rushed to check on Uncle Frank. There was no pulse and he was cold and stiff. I turned to Aunt Vi. She was in obvious distress. She was blindfolded, completely naked, her wrists and ankles tied to the bed and a ball gag in her mouth. A pair of dildos were between her legs and she had pissed and soiled herself. I tried to calm her down with little or no success. Finally I wrapped her in a blanket and freed her, then forcibly carried her to my room where I called 911.
The authorities were kind enough to keep the manner of Uncle Frank's passing confidential. Somehow Aunt Vi and I managed to get through the next week. The funeral was nice and he was buried with full military honors. The insurance policy was a surprise. Uncle Frank had an additional policy naming me as sole beneficiary. Aunt Vi needed help with the estate (She wanted to sell and or donate much of his militaria) so I quit work. She couldn't sleep in their room anymore and usually slept in her recliner.
About nine or ten days later she seemed to perk up a bit and we spoke openly at breakfast.
"Chris, I suppose you have a ton of questions, and I owe you some answers..."
"It's not important Aunt Vi."
"Oh the hell it's not! Look Chris. Frank was my perfect match, we had the same tastes in everything from food and drink to music and sex. But you had no idea we were anything other than white-bread ordinary. What you walked in on must've been quite a shock."
"Well that is an understatement."
Aunt Vi laughed. "Well, you're young and relatively inexperienced. Did you have any idea that we were..."
"Kinky? No, not a clue. You guys hid it well. Are you serious about answering my questions? Because it might get... awkward."
"Ask away. I'll try to answer them but I might choose to decline if I feel it is too personal."
"Okay, were you always kinky?"
"Oh my, yes! From an early age. As soon as I learned how to masturbate, I experimented with all manner of things. I love to feel my body wracked with intense orgasms. I will volunteer that your mother did too and we often helped each other once we learned how."
"Really? Wow. Was she as kinky as you?"
"Maybe not quite as much. See your father wasn't and I had Frank's encouragement so I got into more things than she did."
"What are you referring to, really?"
"Well, let's see, that depends on what you consider kinky. Yes, I like sex and orgasms and I can't seem to do without either one. I like cum. I like to feel it, play with it, smell it and taste it. I absolutely love cum. Anal sex is really important to me too. I love to have my ass filled with cock, toys and cum. I love the thrill of the taboo, violating the social norms or just being really daring is a turn on. I've had sexual encounters in many strange places. I also like to be dominated and forced to play the submissive. That's why you found us in just such a predicament."
"So isn't that pretty risky?"
"Well yes, it can be. You must always have a safeword."
What's a safeword?"
"Well when you are playing roles, you may beg and plead for the Dom to stop or quit, but don't really mean it. But if I use my safeword, agreed upon by both beforehand, it means stop immediately. Violation of this means loss of trust and we never play again."
"Huh, okay..."
"My safeword has always been 'Hudson'."
"Why?"
"No real reason, it's just easy to remember."
"What about pain? Are you into whips and shit?"
"No, I'm not into pain as such, although physical discomfort often occurs we keep it reasonable. And Frank would always monitor the situation closely for signs of distress."
"Wait, that sounds like... you guys were swingers?"
"Occasionally, yes."
"Wow! I had no idea."
"Nor should you have. It was important that we keep everything quite confidential. Therefor, I must ask you a favor."
"What's that?"
"Frank took photos and videos of me, and one or two other... friends. I'm pretty sure that they are on his computer But I can't find them. He has a lot of password protected files. You know more about computers than I do, can you find and delete any compromising pictures?"
"Uh... well I can try. Sure."
Aunt Vi left me alone that morning and I opened his computer with the login info she had provided. I found many files were indeed password protected. Sure, I could download a password cracker but that might take a while so I started by trying something simple. "Viona" opened one file. It contained some relatively tame nude pics of Aunt Vi in various places and poses. She looked fantastic. Some of the pics were obviously from when they dated or first married. On a whim I emailed some of the best to myself. Then I left the file unlocked and moved on. After a few minutes I was able to unlock another file with the guess of "V10na". This file contained pics of Aunt Vi in various states of undress and nude, and in an assortment of restraints. I selected a few for myself again and moved on. I was able to unlock most of the files with more lucky guesses. Some contained pics of the two of them having sex or using dildos and stuff. There were some other people I didn't recognize in some of them. I hurried through them. One final file was left. Judging by the file size I figured that it was probably video files. A variation of Aunt Vi's safeword "Huds0n!" did the trick.
Damn! It was full of video files. Videos of the two of them. Videos of Aunt Vi and men I didn't know, of Uncle Frank and women. I felt a strange urge to watch the ones with my kinky Aunt in them. One video was a real eye opener, Aunt Vi being fisted by a woman! I was so focused on the act of fisting that I almost missed the identity of the woman. It was Cheryl, our neighbor's daughter! Damn! Cheryl was quite petite and had been a gymnast and head cheerleader in school. I wondered how old the video was... I watched as she had sex with Aunt Vi and my cock screamed for relief. I hurried to the bathroom and jacked off. Returning to the computer I copied the video for myself and proceeded. I found videos with a few other people I recognized including her hairdresser Connie Jacobs. I had met her on a few occasions and she always seemed nice, straight and plain. But in the video, her tattoos and piercings were clearly shown and she used a strap-on to screw Aunt Vi with gusto. She even gripped Aunt Vi about the throat near an apparent climax. Aunt Vi's screams of passion were wildly erotic. This video was quite long and towards the midpoint Uncle Frank emerged from behind the camera and fucked Connie in the ass as she used the strap-on in Aunt Vi's ass. Holy shit!
I heard Aunt Vi come in the front door and closed the video. I took a moment to compose myself as best I could and then went into the kitchen.
"Hi Chris! You hungry? I picked up some Chinese."
